General Omar Bradley
— The key to victory is bad weather, George.
The world as we knew it has its heels up in the air.
General George S. Patton
— So you think that enlisting the help of the Navajo Windtalkers at Omaha Beach will help?
That would require a kiss on the cheek of that Pacific pipe diva.
— No necesariamente, George, meet the ones who speak like D.O.G.S.. Eye think that they have a better shot at spooking the spirits of Rudolph Hess and the S.S. in the form of White Nationalism out of the commemoration ceremonies, than that eccentric fellow Aleister, whom your friend Monty keeps bragging about.
— Are you sure that the Department of Agriculture would be all right with U.S. taking a squad of B.R.A.C.E.R.O.S. from food collection sites?
— It’s worth the shot. Call our man in Palomas, Chihuahua. Find out, before you send Oddball again to do the dirty work, heck Eye reckon he’s still pissed about Mika’s let down when she ran–off to the French Riviera moments before that infamous breechbreach of Nov. 2016.
Huh… “por un guioncito.” Hm… “por un guioncito”… “por un guioncito”. We [the staff] don’t believe in « precognition », even if our hero of the day, Samantha Bee, in the role of a former Queens resident who once upon a time took a midnight train to Georgia, does. Or doesn’t—who cares. So we [the staff] are going to file this screen grab under the remarkable coincidence folder… a simple sample of Synchronicity, diría a lo mejor good–ol’Gordo Sullivan.
TimeStamp: 03 hundred hours in Central NATO Time
It’s Weekend Edition
and a big moon is rising.
When we return:
Las Fuentes de doña Vilma
El mal ejemplo de doña Chole…
en “La Jornada”
“Just The Facts, Ma’am”
You Can NOT! Have SOUL in América; sin un acento. If you try to get some SOUL out of America, sin un acento what Ewes–a–gonna get is POP… and that just ain’t SOUL.
… in New York, The 11th hour is winding down, and in París, well in Paris—Paris s’eveille… and we [the staff] are going to sleep.
Ladies in Gemeni: Mr. Schmidty. Earlier in the programming, Mr. Schmidty translated what all of the laughing delegates at a recent General Assembly at U.N. Headquarters in New York were thinking when Donald Trump said that he had done more for the U.S. than any other sitting President in the history of the United States.
HHQ CMD 3rd Army
Major General Kasie Hunt.
Former Republican strategist, Steve Schmidt is hereby conscripted into the 321st Armor Division with a rank of Captain. He will take command of the 3–77 Armor Regiment. Captain Schmidt will rendezvous with SFC Teeny Tiny Cat and together, they will meet up with CSM [code name] “Oddball”.
“A Low Down Dirty Shame”… IN A WORLD, where Kanye holds a medical degree, and Secretary Carson has the fascinating rhythm to play Musical Chairs… around a 30 Thousand U.S. Dollar dining set. •—_!_—• SNL has the weekend off, so just imagine this pair of Uncle Toms circling around a very expensive table; paid for by good ol’American tax-paying dollars.
The mission for this outfit is to bring SHAME [as outlined by Field Operative, code name, “The Rachel Maddow Show” on last night’s briefing in EST] to the occupying forces of the American Chapter of the Sons and Daughter of Propagandists from the Nachrichtentruppe that took control of the community outreach of the Three Branches of Government in the United States of América.
TimeStamp with Kasie Hunt is All Day And All of The Night: 16h45 in Central Siren Time.
Previously on asegovia3
“México es líder natural en los países que hablan español”.¹
Jaime el obediente… El chofer obediente. Por Sabina Berman — Un texto ficción (QUE NUNCA PODRÍA PASAR EN México, mucho menos en Chihuahua) sobre la Minería. El texto ficción trata sobre un cabrón que dice que en el caso en que ganara AMLO, ese Cabrón se mudaría a Chile a “cojer” minas por aquellos rumbos donde según ese Cabrón, pues el Bendito Gobierno de por allá si deja que se las coján… a las minas por supuesto.
… and in Washington, Lieutenant Hunt is still wearing a Full–Dress (utility) uniform and Chief Warrant Officer Williams remains a stow-away on a Main Battle Tank’s bustle rack.
Hey, Jimmy, where’s my cup of joe?
At the parade field Sergeant First Class Craighton “oddball” Australius III, and the remaining misfits from B Company from the3rd Brigade 321 Armor Division present arms to Teenie Tiny Cat for properly standing his post until properly being released; to that cat’s right, sits a newly promoted General Chris “Colt” Matthews, “the Colt” justtook over Carroll O’Connor’s outfit of pencil pushers at the MSNBC Depot.
Right now, however, es hora de darle en La Madre a las noticias, o como dicen en los medios de los países que hablan Inglés:
Out of service range
It’s Time for another edition of:
Breaking The News, with your Host Sabina Berman, who is ‘Almost Live’ from La Sierra Madre Occidental (Western) Range.
Sources de la fuente contaminada de la mina Rio Tinto S.A de C.V.
1. Sabina Berman durante el llamado “post debatitlán” con Brozo, “The Shady Clown” en la sala del “Charro Amarillo”.
¡Brozo!!! [Ja, Ha, Ja—Kabrón] ¡ Chingas a tu madre (allá en la sierra o en la playa en dónde tu andes”!!!).
2 Berman, S., “El chofer respetuoso de Germán Larrea“. Vía: El Universal de México… porque México es el país más Universal de todos los Universos que Hablan en Español; o algo así.
Drama at the Carolinas and the rest of the 48 should follow… aunque como Trump ya lo aseguró: Puedo Matar A Quién Sea en La Quinta Avenida, and there ain’t a God Damned thing you Two Bitches and that Georgia and the two Virginia Cunts can do about it. “I am The President of The United States!!!”
—Well put me on a helicopter and call me silly, but earlier in the programming I think that I’ve might have caught a glimpse of “Oddball” playing the role of a young Tank Commander, Donald Sutherland and he seemed to be “standing on shakey ground” with Sarah Chayes, just as a band of gremlins breached the outer perimeter of the parade field; one can only wonder what that most certainly « odd » pairing could have been talking or engaging about, but before Command and Control at Rockefeller Center demotes me again I am going to get the details of that conversation and relay it back to Ewe’all.
Kasie Hunt is live at the guests of honor tent and responds to Chief Warrant Officer 3, Brian William.
—Ewe do that Chief, and while Ewe are at it, Chief, “Keep Ewer Eyes Open” for Lt. Col. Frank Slade, eh! We [the staff] have been told that he is supposed to be arriving along side with Boy Wonder, in the role of Chris O’donnell.
—Once you get your footing on the story “Don’t Ewe Forget About Mehhh,” Chief.
TimeStamp: Eighteen Hundred Hours in Central NATO Time.
Oddball’s Walkabout… The Breach.
TimeStamp: 20hrs… and the rumor around the Mill is that a “little” agro business (killer) is about to disappear, a motherfucking little German pill is going to scrap the name Monsanto, but we [the staff] are not sure if the practices of that “little” agro business (killer) are going to remain or be scrapped. Is it a purely “Editorial” move, eh??? Or a sincere move to scrap that genetically modified tomato with the same feel of a fake boobie.
Anygüey, we now return to the full-dress parade ceremony in honor of Tennie Tiny Cat for Properly Standing his Post until properly being released, and the following must be read in a Cousin Joe voice.
“We’re Fed Up”… Bayer promises that no fake tomatos will be introduced in Europe, ok Herr, Bayer–Bayer what about over on the other side of the Atlantic, eh?
Over at fip it feels good, eh… and it’s a Blackest Joy at almost 21h45. And with this, BriWi is back with the Oddball and Sarah Chayes update, let’s hope Mika—that he’s not loaded like last time, ‘cus it looks like after this parade he’s going to go the way of Sid Barrett, or whatever that hippie’s name is.
Mika Brezezinski: —Oh Joe, stop it and pop a few of your mommie’s little helpers now.
—I will, but only if “Ewe Lay Across My Big Brass Bed”.
From the western part of the parade perimeter, the cameras focus on the bustle-rack of an M1-A2 Main Battle Tank straight out of Ohio where Chief Warrant Officer 3, Brian Williams, redeems himself from that most unfortunate —and fictional— helicopter ride.
The following must be read in a Brian Williams Voice:
In Central Europe it’s the 11th Hour with the Sun down, but to tell you the truth MorJo, when Ewe ride on the basket of one of these bustle racks, next to the munchies and barbecue logistical supplies of these wheel-tracked warriors time really-really seems to disappear. It is the next best thing to what R2-D2 might had felt if only that Resistance Icon would have been something more than just wires and a cold motherboard wrapped up in space-age alloys.