1040 — Intermission…

The 1%* of the Capital Gang need not bother with common peoples trifles, carpe diem and sip on mimosas on your yatchs. You’ve earned it! it’s not easy making of the common folks a cast of conformists consumers.

Anygüey, John Heilemann…

With All Due Respect… hey, Mhaaaayn! Bill Maher called, he wants his square-patterned sport’s coat back. -_• Fair use of Cousin Joe’s clear blue sky and the one and only, John Heilemann… this is a time-delayed screen-grab from the Monday, April 16th edition of the MoreJo Show.

* In the American motorcycle enclaves (or setting—call it an outlaw environment) the One per-center’s are the “bad hombres” that give “good bikers” a bad name. Folklore  in that universe states that of the whole, only 1% of ‘em are what the Shepards call ‘black sheeps’… ewe, know.

TimeStamp: The 11 hundred hours in Central Nato Time.

Ladies in Gemeni… welcome to the greatest reality spectacle west of Atlantic City, and fhe failed Trump Casino and Resorts

My fellow American, this is James Brown, and Ewe’all are Living in the greatest reality show in the known universe… of America! — USA—USA— USA!!!

Mientras tanto en Paris (75013) à Tolbiac to be precise, Mika, the syllabus includes à seminar in Sex, a workshop in Drugs, and a MASTER’s 2 in  Rock-and-Roll.

TimeStamp, 18 hundred hours in Central NATO Time.

…. when we return the staff is back at it with the Kubrick angle and the Greatest Movie Never Made, but first: The back page of today’s trascendental news, in the EU.

“Little Brothers” in the EU are a little more emancipated than their FCC regulated counterparts on the dot–com Silicon Valley/SINGULARITY UNIVERSITY/DARPA Campus counterparts. Today, April, 17th of 2018, the mayor newspapers ceatured a full–page notice explaining what’s about to take place with the ability of facefuck with the ability of  would-be cyberspace emperors like Zuckerberg and his world personal data farm house. }-—-~~~\*> Newsstand snapshot by armando segovia / segoviaspixes 2018—CopyLeft.

… correction, the staff just mistated the fact that all major newspapers in France published a full-page notice —apparently paid for and approved (¡a huevo! que sí) by Mark Zuckenberg. Fenster the copy editor, however, noticed that El Mundo de Le Monde featured no such public notice, which Mark Zuckenberg wants to pass as an advertorial for his evil empire; interestingly enough, every Tuesday at Libération  is The NYT Tuesday, today them folks collaborated with a reportage about going cold turkey from Clover Green to Deep Blue. The piece is about Depression Drugs withdrawals.

Coincidentally, at 19h10, the students at Tolbiac continue to jazz things up with the Frog’s version of “Fuck Gordon Sullivan, David Summers*   Andy SUMMERS, and that other guy Copeland”.

Source: page 28 of this link: http://www.liberation.fr/liseuse/publication/17-04-2018/1/

Correction… Fenster just noticed that the staff got their “Wires Crossed” and mixed “David” Summers from the “G-Men”, with “Andy” SUMMERS from “The Police”… must have been all them FBI wires from the Three Ring Circus in a Federal Court (of Law).

Meanwhile in Cuba, there’s a new sheriff in town, the end of the Castro’s Era has come to a peaceful end, dicho de otra manera, Fidel no fue derrotado, ni tampoco lo asesinaron, ni tampoco lo acusaron de ser un pillo, ni tampoco vendió cacahuates de paz en Laos, no sufrió oportunamente de Alzahimers para no tener que responder por “los contras”, ni tampoco nutrió a dictadores en el Mesopotamia  para luego derrocarlos —a lo mejor, sus pasantes que estudiaban medicina si le chuparon el pene— pero ciertamente no invadió al enemigo equivocado porqué Saddam Hussein quisó matar a su señor papa Bush… Castro no suministró a Narcos En México con armas de grueso calibre, y ya en su plena juventud octogenaria le tocó ver “El Circo” y la implosión del Imperio con el idiota que lleva el control del botón más peligroso del mundo.

“Tell it to me slowly… “

TimeStamp: “Funky–Zombies” time under a Skinny Bottom Moon, in Central Europe Time, on the clock the mark is 21 hundred  hours with 40 and some change.

“Watch me as i navigate, ha, ja, ha, ja—HA!”… Feel Good, Inc. —_•  Uso justo de todos los gorillaz y de la soul on three burners going at the same time—all the Time… Work in progress by segoviaspixes 2018—CopyLeft_ timestamp: 23 hundred hours in Central Europe Time.

Now before we [the staff] sign out for the night, we’d like to remind the future princess-to-be, THAT YOUR QUEEN  IS A LIZARD, and that Mike was the real prince, who cares if he didn’t actually go to Harvard Law, the boy can Tango with the best.

Next port… Puerto Peñasco en el Mar de Cortéz! –_•. Uso justo de todos los pointy kioskos!… et ça va, bien, thank you very mucho. }—-~~~\*>  One for the eternal road, you « lonesome bad boy »,  you.

Every once in a Blue Moon on a Chinese Dog of a Year…

Death and Taxes can go to hell… at least for another two more days, here’s why:

Because it’s motherfucking Weekend Edition, Colin Jost—that’s why.

Taxman calls on the 17th —this Dog Year.

Cheers!

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P.S… at 22 hundred hours in Central NATO Time:

That’s right Colin Jost, we (the staff) WILL SEE EWE, and your ILLUMINATI tag alongs, AKA the World Thievery Corporation… « In Hell », and we can’t hardly wait, you little golfing Focker, You!

In the mean time, Napoléon and Josephine are getting ready to give us a Strategy class, in the next sketch.

Here’s a sketch in the form of apophenia of the Ol’Emperor himself:

Hard headed Emperor… context from « La Calculadora » à Malmaison, and her love for bankers, and power follows…

Laidies in Gemeni, con ustedes

« La Calculadora »

… but first un « petit » disclaimer:

If there’s one thing that we [the staff] love about The Frogs, is believe it or not, their spirit of self deprecation when it comes to the historical figures that make up the ingredients of their « pot–au-feu » (caldo en Castellano) palabra con la que una ex–amiga solía describir (en forma de auto-albur, por decir) a su propia madre, diciéndome que su progenitora (la de ella, no la de ustedes) era “una puta fea”…

!Va! y ni cómo contestar; porque aquí entre nos’ yo creo que mi ex-amiga se refería a que “la seño” estaba fea del alma, porque del cuerpo y cara, la señora tenía el consome suficiente como para armonizar con aquello que le da, “sabor al Caldo”.

Chepina la del Imperio… “La stratégie ça me connaît après la mort de mon premier mari, j’ai commencé a fréquenter des banquiers, PLEIN de Banquier, et je me suis peu à peu rapproché des Cercles de Pouvoir.”


Las fuentes del Hotel de Los Invalidos, follows, eh!