1971 : we now return to “Schindler’s List is not The Shoah” and I am not a Chicano, querido paisano

Note to Susana PuBeda: I did mentioned that Eye was on my way to Australia (All Those Years Ago) so…

Will Trade money For wine.

no insistas, right now on this Friday night in Paris, France, RADIOFRANCE (fip included) is the leader in listeners, however, DENIS SOULA ( you son of a bitch!) in Hilo, Hawaii, Saturday morning cartoons has caught up with that SORRY-ASS new online pink-colored  console which replaced a perfectly good dark working console. After the break Eye will give Ewe my greviences to match Emilie Munera’s Mexican Christmas on francemusique.

Entonces pues Sirem y Aram, before little ol’ i reveals to you two what youse has to do with this rollo³, Eye is going to switch it over to the University of Texas at El Paso, where Öüï’s going to separate his wetbacks, from his pochos and ex-comunicate his Chicanos from the students of Prof. Roderic Ai Camp in Pomona:

Nice Dreams, but before i pass it over to Wikipedia for a quick overview of “what is the definition of a pocho?” Öüï sample the great Cheech Marin, the actor, activist and stand-up comedian who ÉVIDEMENT is a card-carrying Chicano ; Richard Anthony Marin on the other side of East L.A. is the son of a U.S. Navy veteran, later turned cop, so “Cheech” is in fact an American Citizen, regardless if he [Cheech] may or may not be a pocho.

Rodolfo de la Garza, an American political scientist, said that when he requested a job interview from the Mexican government in 1971, he was denied by officials who told him that he “was a traitor to Mexico and … not really a Mexican“… so one could perhaps imagine a pregnant paisana (1971 in L.A.) trying to get an aristocratic Mexican Consulate bureaucrat in Fantastic L.A. to give her information about how to register her soon to be born American Citizen child for obtaining a Mexican citizenship, Aussie.

Veo que te gusta el peligro ; ) 👍🏽

Entonces pues, Prof. Belmonte en Évry-Saclay… i (Armando Segovia) hopes that your excelencias at the S.L.A.M. don’t take this in the wrongful way, which is to say, trolling your essay in professor Gauthier’s anthology “Réfugiés Médias”, titled :  La frontière mexicaine, aujourd’hui. Cine-Narco Borders (2022). On the contrary, y como diría mi tío Germán Cipriano, “a mi también me gustan las tortas de puerco”.

Irrrrr-regardless nigga! De cualquier manera cuenta 🧮

¡Joder, Susana Poveda!

It ain’t over until the Phat Lady sings, period!

The “entertainer” was a fag.

 

Never gonna give you up, pero por favor, no insistas. You of all sirens should know that i’ve developed a dislexic heart, but regardless Robin, ain’t no murciélago 🦇 gonna replace Barbara on the White Nights

It ain’t over until Butch sings

Deer, Isild de Besco… ya chole con tu don Juan (parole X3)

Note to the good people of Meudon :

Öüï, the staff of this most non-consequential blog, strongly discourage the use of A.I. translation options offered by most if not all interwebs browsers on account that in love and war, nuttin’ is reel and nothing to get hanged, —about.

To they Öüï remembers : Sous les jupes de Fip.

Aussie down under, please relay to the PUTOS at La Maison HACHETTE, that Eye don’t select the spin cycle at francemusique and that I most-certainly do not own a crystal 🔮 ball so no, yo no puedo predecir los news cycles, ni predecir lo que saldrá en cada post. Ewe dig, nigga?

Vintage con Sole o sin Sole — La Vitrina de Alexa on Alix’s Private Life

Azúcar de azufre… Carte Blanche.

 

Dear, David Ignatius… my condolences for your dad; he knew, and that’s why Trump wants to brand la tina americana with his colonialist rhum.

https ://clacs .berkeley .edu /guatemala-bending-arc-history

Charlie Kirk is dead… sublime follows

Now youse playing FUCHS music

 

No insistas Susana Poveda, because Atlas Shrugged and The Sandman went away with Joni Mitchell, at last! A FACKHAM Bloody Mary.

Now With More Surrealism on Évry Hit.

 

Providence, R.I., merci REDDIT!!! Évry body puts you down, but M.I.T. would be reading Astérix in oblivion without you.

John, zat Ewe with Santi-Claws?

Fackham! Fackham all!!!

But seriously volks, the Fuchs’ the color of peace? Buster Pointdexter asks EFRAÍN RÍOS MONTT if Reagan’s dictator is feeling “hot, hot, hot”, —yet?

🎶 Guuuueau—and Eye saw her standing there

Take Mí to the Captian, because Eye seen that movie tú.

 

La Tina de Trump… a cum bucket by any other nomenclature, quinbara-Quinbala, quinban, LA.

… y todos me dicen que’lla_ez, “la’N-cuerada d’Ah-banda-ro”, but Öüï the staff Ol’agree with that there Caunes on the Susana 🪄 Pantera 🎩 Show where the local “beatnicks” and the illegitimate vasallos de Johnny Hallyday go to have a 🐄 cow :

Ewe has to listen to the entire L.P. to get the tuétano from that there core.

… and starring as, “la encuerada de Avandaro” : la noble de La Paz, María Manchado Corrina.

🎶 It’s Ewe, ewe—Ewe, ewe.

“The thing about Ringo”, relayed mister Sitting on a Corn Flake, “is that he knew where Eye was going as soon as Öüï raised a brow 🧐, that motherfucker was a god-damned weaver of strings!”.

And, Susana Poveda… The Strike Em#pire Again

Sweet Jane. I don’t know just yet how it will fit but Öüï’s not gonna turn around. The night is young.

And, Catherine deer… it’s part of the Current Events/Culture and all of that Jazz, Öüï don’t select the themes, Eye just rolled with it and I (Armando Segovia) makes all of the strokes blend, the pieces fit and, —the sections line up.

A closer look:

Shure Shot… A Goy Named Boi.

 

If nothing else we’ll knot it into an intermission, fuck it.

Radio It!… motherfuckers. It!

And Susana Poveda, i love you.

I swear the chicken is to die for

On today’s Willie Geist show it was a re-run show… not a fit for UTEP in 2007, but now as the Beto O’Roukre democrats are getting re-disticted the son-of-bitch-es can go down to Juárez and drink margaritas “a escondidas” Susana Poveda, a escondidas and on replay.

Ibid.

Even on replay… but then again, that’s what you French cunts do. Évry thing is on replay.

Over at Horizonte (en Xoco) The Jazz is playing The Blues in real time 11:53 am en Naucalpan.

Si, El Norte… fuera el Sur : Adria Arjona cantaría un Rap and Jason Momoa no existiría

I swear César le bénévole that Öüï is not making this up, heck nigger! Ewe yo’Self may stumble up on it one of these days if you shop at the Three Mouseketeer’s store, details during tonight’s showdown at Trump’s Corral.

… y tu papá también.

https ://www .radiofrance .fr /fip /certains-l-aiment /le-grand-ecran-de-caetano-veloso

Ricardo 🇬🇹, o Caetano 🇧🇷 é seu Pai

This is an intermediary frame in change… Have a Peach 🍑 César, it’s courtesy of “As Thyme Goes By” en Casablanca.

I’m SIRIUS, César and youse knot and here is why, doctor, because you never leave a gathering without saying goodbye, otherwise you ain’t nothing but a McDo employee who changes his/her shirt 🎽 at the end of the shift to clock-out (punto-y- coma); which is why the “guests of honor” ignored the feast, Thomas de Por-Qué-Rie, because clochards hate being the product of the Knights, and this César (coma), is the difference from those who make Enigmas in the electronic transactions fields (cryptology) and Snoops in free-Lance journalism like me… Öüï Say It as, IT!, is. Sí, si, see 🙈

Check this out: Eye just lost his train of thought³

³~. … but Öüï will Ketch that motherfucker up at The Pass

‘Cus Öüï’s a Cow … boy!

— Como se llama?

Acid reflux is mother’s milk for the ruminant kind, Ewe just chew, chew, and off-course Chew.

Mathematically ⚾  speaking:

Apolonia Six

 

I’m trippin’ nigga, it’s over and out unless you bring some coke.

Eye has Shrooms right now, what do you have?

Synopsis: Michelle Phiffer, Michelle Phiffer, Michelle Phiffer.