In Hilo, Hawaii, it was Twenty two hundred hours on HST, over at the Funès Police Station (75008) it was 10 am… Issy, it was a comedic riot inside. Eye mean, who schedules an appointment at a government office, on Sunday! And lets not forget, Negrita sitting in for Joy Anne Reid that May 25th, 2020 fell on a motherfucking Monday.
We [the staff] had been given a Date for fingerprints; the they would fall after Independence Day on Lafayette Sq. Time (that’s FRENCH for the 5th of July) and that appointment was issued way before D.A.R.E. was even such AUSTRALIAN notion as “Lafayette Square”, (That’s WELSH for “did you see that D.C. Cop punch that focken Aussie in the face after trying to feed him his Government Issued riot shield through his focken Australian abdomen?) so keep that jive, Man; put it yo’pocket till’ Kanye WEST calls François Hollande to bee his running mate for 2020.
My Niggas in Paris… did ya’Say you wanted Magic, siréne?
Indeed, Tiffany, in•deed… as i (Armando Segovia/Armando Serrano Prieto) was heading down Fg. Saint Honoré back towards Washington St. after the shouting contest between a stupid American and a peace officer on Staff Duty at the Funés Police Satellite*, Eye noticed that Louis Vuitton is a focken brand thief. Eye mean, to see that flag (of Louis Vuitoon) wave dead smack in front of Washington St. with that stolen Valvoline “V” made me want to puke, and the nerve! The nerve, Elise Jordan, of inconspicuously coloring-in the Rachel Maddow colors over the French flag made me want to GAG.
* Of course, Tiffany, you must brush-up on your Castellano because you are supposed to relay the above in a Luis Funés voice, —not the Louis with the backwards French accent after the Fun on ès. And Tiffany, don’t you go leaving the spent tissues on A.M. Joy’s desk because Le Cardinal Bienve’illant get’s all hissy about #em.
Still to come… The Moon!
But FOist, we kindly go back in time to the Time when John Mill Ackerman and El Club del Cinito Mexicano en Paris went on the OPPOSITE direction from this OUTFIT below ⬇️ during the height of AWARENESS in Europe for the murdered students of Ayotzinapa (and some little league soccer players from Iguala) …
Efeméride: 10 de diciembre, 1948; los franceces re inventan el derecho de Ser y Estar… y por eso la Asamblea General de la ONU aprueba en París la Declaración de los Derechos Humanos.
Uso justo de todos los Magnums reportando Sin Fronteras… contexto sobre Los Años de México en Francia y las mafias que adentro de ese entorno se acomodan, a seguir. TimeStamp:23h00 CET
ISSY; a phonetic play on words on the Spanish language translation of the affirmative: Oui, via Les–Moulineaux •—• y por eso •—• We [the staff] chose this double-entendre for at least one of several reasons, but mainly because as DESTINY, KARMA, and FATE would have it: ISSY–Crossed–Our–PATH.
Image courtesy of my Favorite Jewish Cunt. •—_!_—• Sarah, you make me wanna love New Hampshire, and i ain’t never even been there… atte. la redacción.
and we shit-you-not, Sarah, most-if-not all of these reasons FALL within a three mile radius of the exceptionally mapped* Equinox, a dive that every 15th of September becomes ground zero for the yearly Mexican Independence ball in Paris and where all the little Mexican mafias go and gather to echo the Mexican ambassador’s shout-outs in honor of the INSURGENTS that gave my parental units Great-Great-Great-Grand–Parents what we —the current Mexican generations— think that it is Patria, which has the same roots as the word Patriot, but has nothing to do with the concept of Motherland, which is more kin to the love of the land and its natural resources, than it is to the love of Flag and Country, which is reminiscent of the Fatherlands of yesteryears.
Context to follow…
Anygüey, Sarah, in that respect what my aunts, uncles and cousins south of the Rio Grande, think that it is a sovereign land; en la realidad, is nothing short of a Banana Republic… right, Gustavo?
Which brings us [the staff] to the following, we are willing to bet Gustavo’s caboose that if you are still reading this, then you are probably wondering WTF does this information have to do with our 2nd favorite jewish person? And we [the staff] would answer: nothing. Not a God Damn Thing, because we [the staff] were referring to Chayes, as in the leading expert on world-wide corruption—Sarah Chayes, and not our 3rd favorite Alpha Cunt: Sarah Silverman […Silverman’s words, not ours] but regardless of that, we [the staff] noticed that Laughter’s Mom sure is able to shape them obscene fingers of hers (again, Silverman’s observation, not ours) into a mean subliminal Nº 3, disguised —no less— as a Número Uno.
In Europe it’s already Carlos Gardel‘s Birthday, but in Tijuana it’s still the tenth: Timestamp—02h00 CET
Contexto del Bufón de la Televicracia a seguir: Licenciado Brozo… chingas a tu madre. ¡SALUDOS! y prestame una feria para no tener que ir a venderle mi ALMA a InteeMercado.
Anygüey, we [the staff] invoked Dr. Chayes because we brought about the topographical trivia surrounding the Equinox in Paris and its relation to the little mafias** or “Amigos of México in Francia.”
⇑ en el cuadro de espaldas, y en el marco, arriba de Solárzano, a un lado de “El Chompiras” y “La Chimoltrufia” el escritor y periodista, René Avilés Fabila, quién asegura que en México las mafias grandotas [culturalmente hablando] ya dejaron de existir; palabras más o palabras menos según Avilés, las mafias de Octavio Paz, las de Carlos Fuentes, las de Monsivais murieron cuando murió el autor de “El Castillo de Cristal” obra que a lo mejor fue inspirada por los corridos norteños de la década de los 90’s en Ciudad Juárez
But speaking of mafias** on a day like today, but in many different years, a bunch of Nobel Prizes for Literature found a mantle in many different famous homes, one of these shelves included la Casa de Paz, Octavio [one-each] for a piece of work that for our taste is right there next to, “Los Hijos de Sánchez”… dicho de otra manera, PORNO PARA LA ARISTOCRACIA representada por los dos monos de pie y las dos monas sentadas a quienes Cartier-Bresson capturó infraganti en el México de 1953; página 76, en Reporters Sans Frontières yearly fund raiser catalogue of 1999, featuring Henri Cartier-Bresson.
* We [the staff] call that quadrant exceptional because in so far as the 20 Parisian arrondissements, which are perfectly fitted into a Snail-Shaped figure these are also delimited by “Le Periph Interior,” which has its vehicular flow orbit the outer arrondissements clockwise. In this sense everything to the right of the interior “Freeway” is considered part of the jurisdiction of The City of Paris; whereas, everything that is to the left of “Le Periph Exterior,” which circles in the opposite direction (counter-clockwise) is consider part of the suburbs of the French Capital… o como dicen allá en Ciudad Juárez, Chihuahua: parte del catastro de LA PERIFERIA.