Selma, Selma, Selma… Ewe Two

Of course,… the Irish think that this song is about them.

Moments ago after Joe broke a glass, Francis Uno landed in the area that had NOTHING to with the downing of a jet airliner on the same WALL of then Secretary of WAR, Donald Rumsfeld, at the Pentagone (punto y coma) the Pope’s visit to Iraq comes after President Joseph R. Biden [U.S.A.] full-filled the God-given destiny in the Manifest of the first 100 days in office, which of course is the “testing” of the Boom-Bang. It’s the CHRIST and IAN thing to DEW!!!🎷🎷🎺🎷🥁

And, The Edge shreds: if you look at the record, our (European) potatoes are analogous to your (Southern) watermelons.

https ://en .wikipedia .org /wiki /Sunday_Bloody_Sunday [please scroll-down to THE RECEPTION section for non-sectarian glorification].

Dear, Chivo Lubezki… unforeseen, yet expected circum-navigations will prevent me from covering the photography of Gabriel Figueroa’s opening shot for Anthony Quinn’s rendition of Jesús Sánchez in Oscar Lewis-es “AVOCADO” opinion, delivered WAY-Guey–Way before the Super Bowl Half-Time Show was a thing on abc’s World Wide of Sports.

Based on the screen version of “Los hijos de Sánchez” opening shot and transition to the mass rite .:. D6214EF4-7464-4BF8-975E-0C4A3A9FBA2A 🎚 Paper trail is part of the Editoral board at the « revue » STYLIST . fr (N° 296) on the SITE of the statue of some guy named Haussmann Boulevard, or something like that.

https ://mozzoviewer .publishingcenter .net /dist/ [link to Stylist]

…Still to come, Ayn Rand, Oscar Lewis, and Joseph Gobbles walk into bar, hilarity ensues when Mel Brooks orders a Tequiza®️

… Context for another They goes here.

When in ROMA… diles que “no hay”.

 

Oh, hey Negrita! — Sen. Bernie Sanders actually walked the line

Since you insist on calling “attendance” on the Sunday Bloody Sunday (U2 riff) be advised that Bernie actually has the bruises from that era to send to the Class Master, and excuse himself from the ceremony, as opposed to Joe, who was making deals with segregationists.

Anygüey, 7 p.m. Joy, we the staff spotted Chris Matthews in his new role, the old Capitol Cop took a left in Albuquerque and ended up en–route to La Gare de Nord in Paris… Mr. Matthews lost some pounds and years in the tunnel, but he is still riffing on The Hardball “stick”; over at Blvd. Sebastopol, Chris was caught by our own shutterbug extraordinaire, “segoviaspixes”, about to go wild on a WASP nest.

… [Ö]üï will get back to that sting, and see who is the runner–up for the prestigious Cactus d’Or award in local motion news–reels, in the meantime let’s take a peek and smell what Philppe está Labrando for this weekend before we switch-blade it over to the Reverend Al Sharpton.

Ms. Addams, please leave little Thursday’s CHOO–CHOO TRAINS ALONE.

Previously on What's on Wednesday

Previously on What’s on Wednesday .:. AC76AFE3-CC48-4768-8B03-EE24FBF62A95 🚅🗺  From the Great State of “What’s in Your Wallet” Delaware, heeeeeeeere’s JOEY! An avid rail commuter and overall swell guy gets momentum from the “Bonne Nouvelles” Chappelles in OH–HI–OH_Clay Homa.

Meanwhile, over at the Empire State, and true to form, Andy Warhol just saved the Blow Job… wait, what, not la mamada; mas bien rescató a los mamados de Wall Street, what a Bull, market. Anybody up for Rocky Mountain Oysters enlatadas?