Over in Washington, D.C. is having trouble reckoning with the fact that The Evergreen State has the copyright to call its territory, Washington State, period—Full Stop.
It’s no secret that back in 1889, D.C. was against naming the 42nd State, Washington. During the incorporation of the Northwest into a most imperfect Union, D.C. used to scream at the top of its bullhorns slogans such as, « Say no to “The State of Washington », “There can be only ONE Washington on the Dollar Bill”, and the anti-Yukon moniker, “At this rate they’ll let Alaska in”.
At The Sherman Memorial Baseball Field à Vincennes it’s the Top of the FO’ist and Anne Hidalgo is about to find out if Louise Michel is going to opt for a designated hitter or if the mother of all things Communard (in France) is gonna do like López Obrador do(es): peloter@ a la bola 🎶
Previously on, The Ancien Regime: Prisons and the metaphors who love them.
Still to come: Eye Knows how to put the toothpaste back in the tube.
… [A]nd of course, Loss of Signal, you know i love her, but she too is going to have to give it up. Come on give it up for Azz… formally went by Jazz.
Martinez just got the Baseball as a second language tantrum out of his system and in comes the pitch— Martinez swings and that motherfucker is Out! It’s the middle of the FO’ist and first at bat is Georges Méliès.
Dear, Adam at The New York Times: LANGUISH this you sonovabitch! 🥎🥎🥎 It’s the top of the FO’ist and Anne Hidalgo is at the mound.
Öüï now returns to the Sherman Memorial Baseball Field à Vincennes where Anne Hidalgo is about to start the defense against the specter that makes up the Commune All Stars and then some.
Georges Méliès steps up to the plate where Emmanuel Macron is padded up just like the Michelin Man®️ and the empire’s umpire just screamed playball.
Méliès feeling perhaps like a precious Bambino points to the skies just as the International Space Station passes over the Île de Saint-Louis—Hidalgo sends the pitch and… HOLD MY FRENCH TACO!!! Méliès just pulled the greatest special effect of all time—Oh The Humanity— Méliès connects with Hidalgo’s heat but the instant replay will show how Méliès on-purpose (that motherfucker) turned the ball into a sort of kind of drum notation that dribbled into “a little Latin rhythm,” that the cannonball from Hidalgo likes to call the Bossa Nova—but it’s not really the Bossa Nova.
Leave it to Méliès to illustrate what a soc it to me looks like in reel time. Here’s the breakdown:
— Méliès catches the shortstop lost with his gaze somewhere in space and thought to himself that Ground Control was about to ‘soc it’ to Major Thom.
— Major Thomas Pesquet fell for the ol’Babe Ruth routine anticipating an aerial demonstration, ignoring with that decision the ground game.
— Méliès could not resist using the same schtick twice:
Page 09 — SOCIÉTÉ
Nº 23839; Le Parisien de 22/04/2021
ENCORE 24 HEURES D’ATTENTE POUR Thomas Pesquet…
You may thank The Météo for DAT!
Top of the FO’ist, runner on First and François Mitterrand is up next on the batting order but of all things on the forecast, here’s the moistest of #Em all: RAIN.
Page 28; ibid.
La Lune: La Lune is a croissant[e] tonight.
Anyhow, Kasie HUNT, in Hilo, Hawaii, Saint Alexandre remains éphémère, but at the European Space Satellite Agency at Châtelet the Earth is already Circling the Sun with the Patron Saint of ARMOR in the USA, and if you don’t know who that Jack is, just know that Saint George is the first to put a black-eye on The Man on The Moon… yeah Buddy!
Please kneel for the singing of The National Anthem
TELEVISA PRESENTA: “It was necessary to ‘invent the nations beyond an anthem, a flag, and a currency’ ». So we re-invented The Year of México in France at the House that The Second Empire built in Puebla (on rue Bolivar, 75018). 📰 Fair Use of N° 31 of Usbek & Rica, “PANIQUE DANS LA PUB”; dépôt légal: Janvier 2021. Note to editors: the name of the empires have been changed to protect the Umpires.
🎺TA-Da-Dahhh- 🐎 da-da—DAH CHARGE!!
I’m SIRIUS, please kneel for the singing of the National Anthem… puto el/la que no cante en su Chante… because of the Coronas et. al.
Veuillez vous agenouiller pour le chant de l’hymne national 🌬 11C19473-F20E-43CF-A87B-05E7720FD8E5 🥎 “More cowbell! ».
Welcome, to the first 150 Year Anniversary Softball Tournament commemorating the first Metropolitan War in recent historicity. Home team advantage is awarded by default to some, Knot all, of the French luminaries that form part of the illustrated pictures at every elementary school in France. The Away team is composed of the current political figures thatWHO, for better or WO’ist–are part of history in the making (punto y coma) with all due respect here is the line-up:
Centerfield: Serge “Lucien” Gainsbourg
Third Base: General Charles “Chuck” de Gaulle
Short stop: Vincingetorix
Second Base: José*Napolèon III
Pitcher: Louise Michel
Catcher: Napoléon Bonaparte
And… in TROU French fashion, WHO’s on First is waiting to find out What party is going to fill the Left and Right Field, while that gets settled please welcome the honorary “first throw Pitch” celebrity hero into the Pershing Memorial Baseball Field à Vincennes, ladies in Gemini, straight out of Alesia, Heeeeeeere’s Julius Cæsar!
The First 150th Anniversary of The Paris Commune Softball TornamentTournament is brought to you by NIKE for those who speak Greek and, by Victoria if you are in La Colonia ROMA.