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You Say You Want a Revolution, or a revolving door of Clochards at Emmaüs in France?

Dedicated to Tony Palma and the  París Police (2020)…

Strip Tease Bridge… bonus point if Ewe can tell the world what “Rotomagus” means, happy travels … march on, baby march on through the Oldest Catwalk in Gaule.

 

The night before, which is to say the 18th not the 19th, is when the event went down. One thing for sure, HELP never arrived and going only by the time that i (Armando Segovia) arrived to the scene it should have been somewhere between 21h45 and 22h. At first it all seemed normal, stupid kids who jump into the Terrain d’Aventures in front of La Bourse de Commerce (Pinault’s place at Les Halles) and fuck around so at first i didn’t make anything of it because it was cold, i was tired and all that i really prayed for was that the night would be a quiet one ; which it was, except for the aforementioned group of raging hormones inside of that children’s playground at Les Halles and like i already mentioned—that thing is a pretty normal thing and the dB’s or noise levels coming from that park had nevered bothered me before, except for that one night.

For the record, the old Bourse renovations had recently been completed and the barriers that covered the circumference of that joint were removed, thus clearing the way for the steps that lead to the rear entrance of the Old Médici‘s place except of course for one of them “célèbres” from the quartier “Sous le ciel de Paris” who was laying there, but the motherfucker could only occupy half of the top flight of steps so i took the other end of that threshold there, Cathy said it was fine, so after the introductory knuckle exchanges between us two, the place was cleared for little ol’Mí to rest.

Relax…

For a Saturday night the pedestrian cycles walking out of the first theater in the whole wide world next to the Column and Au Pied de Cochon was were relatively slow, yet passers-by trickled so it’s not like people didn’t hear a woman’s voice screaming “no” but i reckon that the laughs and English babbles that followed just made the promeneurs dismiss any foul-thing going on… again, shenanigans at that park are pretty customary, a rite-of-passage for teens i guess, but i would not know. Even for me, it took about half an hour until the urge to urinate got a hold of my wee-öüï and it was then that i noticed that there was only one chick and enough fellows to make up a football ⚽ team.

Boresighting Procedures… got SPECS?

 

… blame the victim now, because as mister Tony Palma told me with exasperated eyes, “it’s a political thing, my hands are tied.” 🫟🖼️🎨

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Microeledone galapagensis — Tiny Blue Cthulhu

Deer, Jimmy Kimmel, i see Gordo Sullivan skinny-dipping in New York’s Central Fountain near The Dakota and Eye raise you “The Homeless’ Suicides” at The Guardian in London Town.

Those who don’t, migrate to France—it’s Trou 🕳️

https ://www .radiofrance .fr /franceinter /les-morts-de-la-rue /dans-l-oeil-de-du-mardi-02-juin-2026

New York State of Mind.

 

But first, it’s rather nice to learn that “at least Nic Cage is having fun in the gimmicky Spider-Noir” (despicable lowbrow) and, that according to the « approval Matrix » of The New York Magazine the monthly themes of May on or in this most non-consequential blog plot between highbrow (JR at Pont Neuf¹), lowbrow (Osteria 🦪 Morini²) , and brilliant (ridiculously cute new octopus 🐙 species found³).

Cinémas d’amerique latine 2026, #34 ; p.100 : avec l’arrivée du cinéma au Mexique en 1896, celui-ci est devenu un moyen d’expression clé pour le discours NACIONALISTA POSTrevolucionario et a refléte les politiques INDIGENISTAS mises en place dans [mexicolandia] depuis 1920, qui visaient à CASTELLANIZAR e INTEGRAR les indigènes dans la nouvelle identité métisse du CHILANGOLANDIA. These policies were led by the INSTITUTO NACIONAL INDIGENISTAS (INI) beginning at the end of the 1940’s and they (INE) categorized cultural aspects of the PUEBLOS ORIGINARIOS as “positives” or « negatives ». Cette classification a commencé à forger l’image officielle de l’indigène, óu sa nature folklorique, ses vêtements, ses danses et son artisanat constituant l’image a conserver, while éléments that could be considered different TO THE OBJECTIVES of THE NEW MIXED RACE State-nation sought to be eliminated (Etnodesarrollo : reivindicación del “indio mexicano“ entre el discurso del Estado y el discurso desarrollista*). LA CLASIFICACIÓN c’est avéré être un MECANISMO idéal pour reproduire la représentation occidentale de “l’indien”. This is to say, a REPRESENTATION inherited from COLONIALISM. The result of the CONSEQUENCE … was that all films from the time that the revolution ended all the way to the dawn of the 1970’s stereotyped the native AMERICANS (from the old NEW SPAIN) en diffusant l’idée DE QUE SOLAMENTE los franceses pueden permitirle a un pinche INDIO como el difunto JORGE SALDAÑA⁸, —ser francés.

Donc, “como dicen los franceses⁸”, any dissertation that John Oliver can do or, for that matter, any wierd “wonkish alt-comedy” that Seth Meyers can deliver from behind his desk (underwear optional) Eye can dew—but one thing that we (the staff) cannot do is eat quesadillas sin queso at Mexico’s Tortas Neza at Juan Bar on Roosevelt Ave… even MEAT LOAF would not do that.

“Are Ewe Knot Entertained?” —The Spaniard from Australia.

And, Willie Geist, are you bored 🥱 yet, with Israel?