Hey, Marianne… i really don’t have any other moves to practice with you during our Vals or Waltz later today, but for all that has been said and done concerning the past 4 years — here’s looking at Le IHEAL: centro de indoctrinación:
Dr. John Mill Ackerman (presente)… asignado al próximo Centro de Propaganda Política Mexicana… o algo así.
The Atlantic and The Nation must be proud, but personally, i wish to see what kind of paraphernalia the Energy Sector is going to dole out, and what kind of cumbias are going to welcome Elba back to ”El Sindicato”.
Y si nos dejan,
we [the staff] will be watching.
La Función Pública, is now (once again) “just a Family Tradition”… lejos del acomodo y del Ne•Po•Tis•Mo, —of course.
“Paranoia means understanding what’s going on.”
…in Stanley Kubrick’s Pipe Dream,
Napoleon: a French Odyssey…
Napoleon: The Greatest Movie Never Made
2011 TASCHEN GMBH
Editor Alison Castle
PRINTED IN CHINA… where else?
11 de febrero, 2018
Sabbatical Day, N° 38
Valentine’s date with Marianne…
You and me have one more date, and i just love the way that your faceless monster [as Tocqueville referred to your Bureaucracy] likes to pick our dates, the last one, if you recall was on December the 22nd of last year, and if i recall correctly, the « recepisse » issued to me on that day was the last one for the year, a nice little British lady, by-the-way, received her legal residence permit at the same moment and the people on the other side of the interrogation desk review desk kind of celebrated that occasion before everyone in that office took off that week to enjoy Noël and Sylvestre.
I will not go through the list of requirements that your public officials asked of me, if your Great République was to let me be… let’s just say that they hit me with a CATCH-22; your people want me to register this blog as a small business… or something like that, but the first thing that the office in charge of registering said enterprises told me, is that they will not let me register this most inconsequential Blog without a «JOURNALIST CARD» or «CREDENTIALS» that vouch for my trade, which as you should recall from our first date in Los Angeles, California, [November of 2010] my trade and passion is that of a photojournalist… good or bad that’s what i do.
Needless to say, Brontis at the Préfecture revoked my Credentials because yours truly was not earning my French Taxable pay-checks from a University (doing research) or from a news outlet jerking my wee-wee off. Anyway, your people in High Places seem to have forgotten – yeah right!? – that my journey to France, was an INDEPENDENT RESEARCH about Mexican Corruption, not a Grant or Sponsored study about Frida Kahlo, per say... o dígamos.
Anyway, dearest CARYATID of Liberty turned into a bust around the World, we both know that the real REASON that my Carte de Sejour was revoked, was because the Government of France, under François Hollande WAS COMPLICIT in PROVIDING the MEXICAN PRESIDENT, Enrique Peña Nieto, with the PRESTIGE that he needed in order to make, as Jorge Ramos wrote last week on his syndicated column, MEXICO’s IMAGE PROBLEM GO AWAY.
Next Wednesday, you and i have another dance to waltz to; i ask that you please consider that after all was said an done, that yours truly warned you about how providing FRENCH MILITARY INTELLIGENCE to the Mexican Armed Forces was a very bad idea, your DEPOT Group at the Prefecture —should— at least acknowledge that the makers of this most inconsequential Blog, [Armando Segovia and Armando Serrano Prieto] at least had a very good hunch of what a fuck was going on.
That, my dear, is more than what Professor John Mill Ackerman and Pablo Gleason can vouch for; for at that very same time, when the Mexican President was having his Donald Trump Day run (on Bastille Day 2015) they were herding all of the Mexican opposition into a little movie theater where they comfortably reviewed documentaries about the Zapatistas and probably Gilberto Bosques (also) at a Cinema called Le Clef, while – mind you – half of France was protesting after the National Celebration –on the Streets… we [the Staff] are not going to say against who, because that’s what research libraries, and fuckinig Bing® are for.
Without anything more to add, i remain a lover of most things French.
Editor of this most inconsequential Blog.
The Bpi (Biblioteca de información pública) at the Centre Pompidou at Beaubourg… does not have the basic “paint software” found on the nodes of La Mairie de Paris Library network, so please stand-by for “imagery” until Tuesday, because public libraries don’t open on Mondays (at least in Paris) … but of course, you know that.
In the Mean Time, dear Marianne, here’s a picture of my favorite jewish person, and i hope that you can find Both the Humor and the Irony behind this Albert à l’ouest snapshot; BTW, there is no cutline for it, it just is what it is: UN USO JUSTO DE TODOS LOS MEDIOS, that’s all.
Vive La FRANCE!
“According to Mexico’s defence ministry, about 1,383 elite soldiers deserted between 1994 and 2015.
Defectors included members of units that received training in counter-terrorism, counter-intelligence, interrogation and strategy from French, Israeli and US advisers, according to a 2005 FBI intelligence document.”
Mexico:’The training stays with you’: the elite Mexican soldiers recruited by cartels:
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Good afternoon, it’s Mother Mary’s Birthday and today cults all over the world celebrate the Virgin Mary…
True story, earlier today a gypsy woman approached me and asked if she could read me the Tarot, i didn’t have cash so i declined, she insisted and said, “anything in that bag of yours that you might want to bargain for the unblocking of your luck?… I can see, she went on, that something is holding you down; a big break is within days but you have to know where the next road that you need to be traveling on is headed to, let me release you from those chains that are holding you.
I said, Lady, all i’ve got that is good inside this old decrepit bag is a little bottle of whiskey, here, i said —you can have it.
— I don’t drink,she said.
Take it anyway, i know that once you get to where ever it is that you call home there will be some one there who does.You have a good heart, do you live around here? She asked. I pointed to the other side of the building that we were in, and after sipping some of that Americano double tail Seattle siren coffee (spiked with a double shot from that little bottle that i had just parted ways with, i proceeded to explain to her the discipline known as ‘free-style hoboing’.
She smiled with her eyes. Got up, and said that she was going to pray for me, she asked that i light a candle every night for 5 nights and make a prayer, “to whomever you have faith in,” she said.I reckon that she must have heard the echo transponding from my sad brown eyes because she turned around and said:
— Monday i will read you your cards. Don’t forget to light a candle and pray every night, you agree?
I don’t have a god, i said.
— You must have something that you believe in, otherwise you wouldn’t be sitting here with that pen and paper, pushing your fingers and texting on your phone without a pause.
… Photos from Thursday afternoon serendipitous visit to la Chapel de Saint Jean-Baptiste at Saint–Germain L’Auxerrios, 75001,
will follow. TimeNow: 1800 hrs… THIS WAS A RUSHed COPY; our apologies for the thumb-tacked errors Time-Now: 1900 hrs. CET on a pleasant Sunday evening.