Quick programming note for those keeping score… Frank Sinatra at Two minutes to Tú throws a Curva to the Peacock crew, and partner… D.A.T. is all Eye is going to tell the waiter… Garçon!…
and Chinito, chinito
P.S. Ray Cooder is of course, a “Sant A’morica” fag!Gooooooo, Dodgers.
Öüï do[es] it in Kilometers here… it’s more of a rounded task and easier to digest that π
MIKA ALONE, can fix Mí, period
1. This is a special edition tribute to The Rachel Maddow “Debunction Junction” gig list SHOW, with special guest, El Charro 🇨🇺 de María Rosario Pilar Martínez Molina Baeza 🇵🇷 Charo… from 🇪🇸 💃🏼
Indeed, Rachel Maddow, indeed. I felt your re-vindication from last Tuesday edition of your 3:16 quote, except of course, that some people in la /r/rance cult thought that it was a real Charade, but Eye is here to tell you, it was confirmed as a real Union paying-gig. But i didn’t get paid. There is a reason for that, it’s called a BLACKLIST, and my name is highlighted.
2. Los acomodados, look it up Willie Geist, call it improvisation, the incomodos outside of the Hardware store call it a gig, a one-day job and if you do what you are told you just might make the lens and get a “that’s Mí in the corner” certificate.
Consider this the final stretch of El Obituario a don Pablo Barto•lo•mÉ, oriundo según el mismísimo Pablo, —de Segovia, España.
Y dígame usted, don Pablo —primo del ‘Glison’— ¿qué es un obituario sino’tra cosa que un corrido, o como dice Marty Robbins, —una balard… o algo así (punto y coma) pay attention to February 2017, that’s when i drink a toast to you._⛹🏽♂️
And Pablito, the Babylon Clause de lenguas does not apply on this ride, just sit back and let Mr. Karl Lagerfeld (check the entry log) direct you to your cubbyhole and listen to another band out of Boston.
Dancin in the streets [with hyaenas]
We were getting pretty good at the game
People stood in line and didn‘t seem to mind
You know everybody knew our name Livin on rock-n-roll music
Never worry bout the things we were missing
[But] when we got up on the stage and got ready to play Evrybody listen… in Ivry.
En contexto, hace apenas unas horas tuve la oportunidad de establecer contacto con uno de los representantes en París, Francia (knot Texas) de Zapantera Rosa, el colectivo que une a los Black Panthers y a Los Zapatistas en —valga la estrofa— un lienzo.
From the collection Eye Saved Andy Warhol and the producers of why I hate the Sixties 🇬🇧 comes the story of “El Campeón”, Track One of “*Urbanistorias… la hache was stolen « por una marca de cerveza »”.
Alessandro… you like Jazz? _*!*_ Cuahtémoc, Chihuahua got the He! That year (2012) en Los Filtros… luego en el 2021 en Sonora contra el PUEBLO YAQUÍ son los agro-narcos los que se roban el agua… en el 2010, al GRUPO CARSO le regalarón el sub suelo acuífero de CIUDAD JUÁREZ, Chihuahua… aguas—you betcha, bitch!
Any how, Dr. Valenzuela, news from our conversation made our news radar after my brief conversation WITH the people that your political acolytes hate (Heine en francés del bueno) I mention this tidbit on account that after presenting my credentials to Mr. Zapantera à Paris he asked me how i, armando segovia, ended up in the homeless brigade of Paris.
Narrated by space junkie and physicist, Dr. Neil Degrasse Tyson.
Here’s a starting point, Alessandro: PEGASUS report, an Israeli company hired by the Mexican government to spy on all of who the then president Felipe Calderón Hinojosa considered his enemies… El diario LA JORNADA WANTS TO PEG THIS ON Enrique Peña Nieto, but it really belongs to ALEJANDRO Poiré Romero, ex-Secretary of the Interior (Gobernación) whom we happened to have covered at SCIENCES PO and The Mexico House at Cité International (75014) Universitaire de Paris back in 2012.
Al otro lado de La Mancha URBANA de Baltimore, Maryland:
DEAR, Eddie Gloude Jr., There is NOTHING — Nothing “Quijotesco” about Annie Karni!… Wait! Knot Karni, i meant to write Sancho Panza! And to picture the picture for Dr. Jason Johnson*… here’s the steal: 🏀
* Dr. Jason Johnson plays a Medical Pundit on the Dulcinea Wallace show.
1. First, because there is NOTHING — Nothing crazy about Annie Karni… FUCK!!! I meant to write Donald’s Panza ⛹🏽♂️
This is the picture of a Windmill, and unless you have talked to George Clooney about it, or read Umberto Eco’s “How To Spot a fascist, in six Bacons or less”, don’t you go comparing this synecdoche to El Ingenioso Hidalgo (not to be confused with Annie’s Torpes Tourism Tropes).
2. Secondly… Jonathan LeMire (AP Le Mire) should not get ahead of the graphics with his new toy, ‘the teleprompter’… It’s way too Early, to bring in Brian Williams long lost illegitimate nephew.
pg. 31 Recognizing fascism, by Umberto Eco (para freseados):
There was only one kind of nazism, and the phalangism hypercatholique of Franco cannot be labeled nazism because nazism is fundamentally pagan, polytheistic and, anti christian (“I Am An Antichrist,” but I am not a fucking nazi, Umberto) otherwise (says Mr. Eco) it is not nazism.
Oh, hey Malcolm Nance, now don’t go denying that you have been in on this joke (punto y coma) if only Chris Matthews was still around the peacock coop, i mean, he did have access to the NBC Video Vault. It’s on deadline, your comment about having ears and eyes on our phone is on Deadline with Dulcinea Wallace, and paraphrasing that exasperated trademark warning of yours, “we can hear you and we can see you”. I knew that since like the THEYS of “Operation Fast and Furious” from Columbus, New Mexico to Casas Grandes, Chihuahua.
Entonces, Mr. Vladimir (Russian trombone player from the old USSR, affectionately called among the fellows, Mr. Putin) the answer is yes. Yes mr. Vladimir, you may have my travelin’ tripod chair after i die or i am killed at The Bourse de Paris. As a matter of fact, Mr. Putin, i enjoy your love of music and so you may have all of the crap inside of cubicle 15 at the place where Evry body knows your name. But not before i am shipped, Tovarish.
And this, Mr. Pérez, this is where you and your portraits come in, here’s the context (first) and then the template for the next speech of a Mairie de Paris sponsored vernissage… but FO’ist, Öüï is entering a photo contest, which happens to be open to All-Ages, All-nationalities* and, all genders (whatever that means).
* The catch is that you have got to be French; not necessarily Free.
Silly frog… [E]verybody inside of the grid of the IdF, is?
Anyone? Ah, fuck it, everyone (except Vilma Fuentes) is part of the bourgeoise. And i mean, everyone, except the aforementioned dama.
Where was i… where was i, ah—Yes!
For the record, add to our count on the CET front, what appears to be actual physical violence… so much for eradicating misery, but most important, the elements in a society that causes misery in the First Place… Anyway, Lawrence O’Donnell, i am happy that little “Layla” will be alright, and that President Biden will look after su mamá también (la mamá de little Layla, not the president’s mom).
“I did not come here to amuse (entertain) your family…”
We had arrived to the Westfield Cinéma Library* only to find one of the good people who work there posting a notice on the entrance door, which informed the library-goers that a break-in had been perpetrated at that brick, glass, and mortar site and that the Westfield Cinéma Library would be closed that fucken Friday, translation: i missed a week of investigative research about this, that, “Y tu mamá también.”
So there was only one thing for me to do, and that was to return on that week’s Sunday (my next scheduled reservation) and try to Ketch-up, which i could have if only those damn library burglars hadn’t also given Jason Wood’s “The Faber book of Mexican cinema” a « home » in another section (parking space) of the library catalogue WOO’s. It took me some time to find that tome considering that it wasn’t signed-out by another library user, but by the time that I did find that dang-on Faber book of Mexican cinema, there would be no time left to get into the soundtrack of “Y tu mamá también”, hence our Stylist coverage of Gulf’s, whales, and of course the theft of pre-hispanic artifacts coordinated by French auction enterprises.
1. To the good people of the militant 13éme the following translation was made possible using an app called “DeeMple”, or something like that:
Verbatim: I hope that you find it in the bottom of that most perfect heart of yours (collectively speaking) but most important, in that big superior and most intelligent brain of yours, THAT I KNOW and UNDERSTAND, that Le Figaro’s color scheme is Blue. Indeed. However, i pray that the committee, or the people in charge understand that our non-reading target here is El Paso, Texas. That is to say, professors, that for that particular market, if i were to color the Word “Liberal » in red, the Entire STATE of Texas would short-out. Because as every good Capitalist pig knows, BLEU is the color that most resembles “the left” over there. We ask that your leader considers this small detail at your next Junta, with Pablo Gleason and the now extinct Pro-Mexico remnants at Libération.
J’espère que vous trouverez au fond de votre cœur le plus parfait (collectivement parlant), mais surtout, dans votre grand cerveau supérieur et le plus intelligent, que je SAIS et que je COMPRENDS, que la palette de couleurs du Figaro est le bleu. En effet. Cependant, je prie pour que le comité, ou les responsables, comprennent que notre cible de non-lecteurs est El Paso, au Texas.
C’est-à-dire, chers professeurs, que pour ce marché particulier, si je devais colorier le mot “libéral” en rouge, l’État du Texas tout entier serait en déficit. Car comme tout bon porc capitaliste le sait, BLEU est la couleur qui ressemble le plus à “la gauche” là-bas.
Nous demandons à votre chef d’envisager ce petit détail lors de votre prochaine junte, avec Pablo Gleason et les restes de Pro-Mexique aujourd’hui disparus à Libération.
* « We », is used here not as a pun of Öüï but as a gathering of card-carring members of what used to be called the François Truffaut Cinéma Library.
“Naiden” lo niega .:. 0E72AE47-D2DA-4299-B3EB-E0601F93B3B0 .:. En contexto, la última vez que la Santa Inquisición se disculpó ante las cámaras de gas fue cuando los muy Católicos acusaron a los judíos of nailing Chuy to the Cross… y en México, su Santidad, naiden (that means nobody in Michoacán) negates that the public trusts/grants for a plethora of intangible goods and services in Mexico were rotten to the core, NOT FOR NOTHING, professor John Mill Ackerman, we have an entire chapter on a thing called PROMEXICO, you might have heard of them, these lovely group of technocrats financed the Events of Enrique Peña Nieto in Paris while you where secluded in a little movie theater that like PROMEXICO ceased to exist… RUMOR HAS IT, that a young Víctor Manuel Quintana Silveyra, [now an Emeritus Professor at a university in Ciudad Juárez, Chihuahua] lost his virginity there. The place was called Cinéma Clef, or some keyword like D.A.T…. aunque asté, su Santida’—no lo crea.
Ahora regresamos con Paola Ramos en Latino USA*
de los amigos de México
Now, Purple Pundit, YOU, —of all inquisitors— KNOW that ONE must show his/her WO’ik for full-credit and, YOU, —of all Scarlet Letter Republicans^— also KNOW D.A.T. extra credit is awarded if the student refrains from selecting the SCREENGRABS and just goes WITT the flow… or as many-many WHO were burned at The Stake: just go WITT the INERTIA.
COIN•sí•dence… you betcha! .:. F4BF20F2-46B5-4064-A6E0-16E318CB77B7 .:. Get in LINE, AMLO! Don Pancho just blessed Gay unions; “and you know you should be glad”.
Shhhh… Silenzio!!! Mr. Labró is in the middle of “El Quinto Sueño”.
Still to come, “Las Tres Muertes de Marisela Escobedo”, narrated by professor Emeritus Víctor Quintana Silveyra:
https ://www .jornada .com .mx /2020/10/22 /opinion /032a1soc
D.A.R.E. are two things missing in this frame .:. 367588E3-7E4C-4699-8FDB-B86CC7CECF3B ⚰️ The first ONE is God, because as Evry–body knows, “There’s no God in Mexico”; and off-course, Tommy Lee Jones, because he prefers the Pampa than from La Pradera.
And in Washington, in Washington you can be as loud as you Wanna Bee, but don’t you, step on Nicolle’s blue suede shoes.
* With all due respect, to Mª Hinojosa on the National Public Radios.
Dear, Matt Bradley…
Fast-forwarding D.A.T. clock on the wall is no way to go through life on the XVéme.
D.A.T. Clock on the wall D.A.R.E. is Wrong, mr. Cooper, and as a matter of fact, as the clock strikes Midnight in Paris, in Lagos, Nigerians are just entering the 11th hour on the Rachel Vampire side of the meridian. SO, this tells u.s. two things, find out about’em on the next segment which Personne is going to read, période!
^ Previously regarded as CARD CARRYING REPUBLICANS.
Eye is no doctor, but he did sleep with one at a Holiday Inn. With that in mind, this is, Adventures in Paraphrasing.
Testing is a diagnostic tool (🌡) not a preventive recourse (💉💊🧼) to treat COVID-19, with D.A.T. in mind…
A Closer Look .:. 28D07618-1F5E-4FC5-AE00-63CEB388F4A3 ⚒🛠🔨🛠⚒🔧⚒🛠⛏⚒🛠🔎
if, you are the leader of an organization that employs and/or contract at least one person in addition to your immediate family members and…
Re encuentros Cinematográficos Viva Gael García Bernal en la casa de Cuarón en Montmartre 🎥 27D4D8E0-14E5-4DAD-9780-6D2261E022BA 📽 Never mind the financial times, John Mill Ackerman, because you know that on the VERY DAY that you started your 2014 Fall/Spring 2015 semester at the Higher Learning Institute of Latin American Studies at Saint Germain-des-Prés and SciencesPo, Mister Jean-Luc Berjon was complementing your classrooms with doña Barbara Carol de Obeso’s volunteers for her Mexican Foreign Service film outreach in France.
From the publishing house that brought you, “The Death of French Culture, during the Year of Mexico in France” and The Person of the Year [cover] comes the story of Austin Pemex, narrated by ESCP-Europe Business School Professor, Florence Pinot.
“El hecho aquí, déjenme decirles, que comparado a Brasil, México aparece infinitamente más fácil, ¡ah!”
… Over in Washington, Donald Trump’s personal finance go–to–guy fellow, Larry Kudlow took it upon himself [this past weekend on the Sunday funnies show] to transliterate Professor’s Pinot pre–Odebretch quote, but in his own particular inflection and drunkard tone, “Everything is booming, everybody is purchasing cars”, said the cabinet member to a nation watching the U.S.A. go the way Ford wanted her (America) to go… North: https ://edition .cnn .com /videos /politics /2020/07/26 /larry-kudlow-economy-employment-sotu-tapper-vpx .cnn
But first, the anointment of Laughter
… the more Ewe nose.
Blame it on Sarah.
TimeStamp: 06h15 CET
… all quiet on the Eastern locker room in Las Vegas.
How many jabs does it take to bring down a power puncher? Answer:
More than 547… apparently.
what a fight. Jesus!
… respect: Saúl Álvarez, the NEW unified middleweight champion [WBA (Super), WBC, IBO and The Ring Magazine belts] understood that the much hyped “Adolfo López Mateos*” WBC super middlewheight belt had a lot of hidden interests. For the uninitiated, the belt was comissioned by the Mexican Syndicate of professional prize fighting, a.k.a. the World Boxing Council, a bastion of a now dying PARTIDO REVOLUCIONARIO INSTITUCIONAL; “el cinturón”, was comissioned by Mauricio Sulaimán, president the WBC who in 2014 “officially, and by way of a score card” inherited the post from José Sulaimán, his father who held the council for 39 years. The belt was decorated with Huichol art, a favorite “token” of a recently defeated ‘Old Political System” who in a much more subltle way from the methods of the old “Corona” española took the best from the Huichol Peoples for political gain. The fact that the noun MÉXICO is colored with the semi-public sector colors of PROMéxico, should have been a DEAD GIVE-AWAY… do remember that our criticisim for the the NEW unified middleweight champion of the World has always been a political one, and in particular for the way that PROMéxico, under the Enrique Peña Nieto administration, reached out to the boxing world, mimicking the ways in which el PRI le ha dado atole con el dedo no sólo al Pueblo Huichol, si no a cada uno de los otros pueblos originales del mapa mexicano.
TimeStamp: 15h20 in CENTRAL NATO TIME…
Part ii follows porque hoy es el Día del Patrimonio.
Y el cinturón decorado con arte huichol [like it or not]
se regresa a Jalisco.
Speaking of “Things not to Behold”:
Sources for Alan Freed, follow… “you glitter-gaunt gangster, John Lennon knows your name And I’ve [Cutie’s] seen his.”
Cuál Odebrecht ni que ocho cuartos… Uso justo de la bestia nuestra de todos los días; at least for the next three and a half years or so… }-~~•>
Its Weekend Edition… and we [the] staff are dressing up for All Hallows Eve as a dourade… quisimos en un principio ir vestidos como “el rape” pero luego ya ve asté, marchantita, como se pierde uno en la traducción con tantos falsos amigos entre idiomas; uno quiere ir con el tema del “Whitefish,” y algún gringo evangelista de Alabama, por decir, que no sale de los fish & chips del “Long John Silver”, pues, luego-luego va a reaccionar con que nosotros [en el staff] queríamos disfrazarnos de “violadores”… digo, uno que pinche culpa tiene de que el “Monkfish” tenga la misma puta cara de Harvey Weinstein y de que en Espagnol, Monkfish, se escriba como un delito de lesa humanidad.
Pero hablando de cosas relacionadas con la mujer:
“7 de cada 12”. Context follows… Pero de arranque: all apologies, porque las cifras son preocupantes, bueno SIEMPRE lo fuerón desde los tiempos de BARRIO, el ex gober de ¡Chihuahua! chingada madre—desde entonces Ya Lo Eran. 7 de cada 12 mujeres que son asesinadas en América latina, estan descuartizadas en México…. Viva PROméxico! Y gracias pinche payaso por el dato porque si no se denuncia con cifras de la ONU, a doña Tencha la de la esquina nadie le va a creer que en México, hay un serio problema… presciento que para ir a celebrar el cierre del estudio sobre mujeres asesinadas en América latina, and again “all apologies,” the researchers from the CEPAL all went ahead and celebrated with a conference where “la dorada” o mismo “el rape” fue parte del menu.
… en fin Pinche licenciado Brozo, jejeje, un saludo a tu “carnal de las estrellas”, Loret de Mola. Y que bueno que usted, ni la “mata gatos—y—corre perros,” nunca nos vienen a visitar por este su pinche patio barrido; ‘que si no, manito hasta dirián que uno [o sea el staff] andaba sacándole el peine a PROMéxico y a los hilos de Peña Nieto y Hollande desde el 2013. Welcome back you fuckng clown. Espero que te guste este “coscorrón” por andar coincidiendo con las efemerides invocadas en este pinchurriento blog… “¡Órale!”