That was then…
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The follwing is a time-delayed continuation on Yesterday’s post, and before any EX-PAT at la Colonia Roma and/or La Condesa gets their LATTE in bunch, know that ALL Mexicans by pure heritage, knot race, are/somos y seremosHIJOS de La Chingada.
… and Madame Hidalgo, the fact that “LA” francE, will issue a refugee card to Death Squad “intermédiaires” on accout of making LA FRANCE harmony be in tune with “diplomacy” just goes to show why FRENCH BASHING is a very clear and present danger.
But given that the current LEADER of Energy in MEXICO was COMPLICIT in making RAFAEL CARO QUINTERO the myth that he is now, it only goes to show why CHARLES de GAULLE is spinning in his 3rd Base position… pleybol—PUTOS, play ball.
God Bless Champagne.
and the GESTAPO legacy at CITé.
106.7 fm PARIS
BOLA DE PUTOS
AkorDaoZ d’eso 🇦🇷 … no tiene nombre, y saben qué? Es su culpa de vos, BOLUDOS… ¡Pinches perfumados!
Fuistes ah-Kabul [co] y no me avisa–tez ¿No me siento¹ a gusto, con quién ([🇮🇷.) te paseaste?
And… Niño Luc, los licántropos de Vilma Fuentes contacted Frankenstein and the Monster Mash was On, —Bitch! 💋
Hoy no hubo Jazz.
Deer, SIRENE: since you didn’t ask, Eye Will tell Will 🏹 what 🍎 is going on in Paname, wait One with Ono.
¹,([🇮🇱.
Got Watts?
And Halie Jackson… oh, hey, They Call IT Stormy Monday, and that’s C.O.D.E. for INSTITUTIONAL CORRUPTION in Acapulco y Afghanistán.
“Yes, Ma’am!”
Cerf-panthére, saving the planet by ignoring the Hallmark®️industry one postcard from the edge at a time. Still to come, it’s the story of the day that Cerf-panthère learned how papá-Cerf met momma–Big spotted Cat, and the real reason why that hybrid hates postcards. Long story short: Cerf-panTERE’s learns that her parents could not wait to send that creature to boarding school in Bern 🇨🇭, and momma–Big spotted Cat never gave a damn about her silly little postcards from the “KAMP”. The plot thickens when Cerfie-P learns that papá-Cerf disposed of her correspondence by stuffing these in the wrong TRI²…
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ISSY, Cerf-panthère… i re-named you. You are now a TERE [sa]… por cruel [la]. Ask the people in MataMoros. A la cruel [la] Teresa, Rigo nada le dejo. And Rigo—RIGO es AMOR… aquí y en ROMA.
In local KNOWN News sirene station à Issy-les-Moulineaux, fip . fr (those motherfuckers) forgot once again to paint a little “black angel“; KNOT EVEN one ÁNGEL NEGRO, fip… ONEAngelinoPrieto—DENIS SOULA!!! You have THE GALL— THE GALL, and no aches let alone anyPROBLEMO [FRANCE] programming Frankenstein’s for mere “PLEASURE“.
… and, Ms. Gall — Mr. T can go to hell, Aussie!
Musical Guest: Proud Mary meets Cuando Calienta El Sol
… en la voz de Polo
And, Peter Baker, although i’ve never been to Spain (only Cataluña and the Basque provinces), i do know that i once asked you on your way back from Biarritz to give my regards to Brian Williams and [today] i can relay that:
Intimidating Intifada might follow
In local news The Vatican at Aix-En-Provance is scrambling to accommodate the laic at Saint-Eustache on account of the Vatican in Rome.
And Michael Lewis, premonition as a tool is for fags… and here is why: because like the tale of Las Deux Toritas, el pedo d’estas dos rucas (Rep. Liz Cheney y Evelyn Salgado) es diametralmente opuesto (⏳) except for one intelligent design feature that them cunts share.
Over at SciencesPo, the institution instituted a new dean, the clergy there voted on following a different road to Rome and installed a Liberal Arts priestess from the History wing[nuts].
News of the shifting cadre at SciencesPolíta Central reached the City of Acapulco just as “la torita” was on the way to the Teatty Twister lounge to get milked for the day.
File photo for educational purposes… Fair use of all media is in effect .:. 6DDDE240-93F6-4957-9833-6BBC65FDBCE9 🐮 “Exclamation Points”, “Rear View Mirror”and now « Torita », Evelin was a shoe-in for nicknames and other assorted aliases. This is a photo of « La Torita » sowing her oaths with fellow university students from La Sorbonne at an outing in Normandy. At the time, AND-Brian Williams–couldn’t write this shit up even if a Texas-style Barbecue Brisket was on the pot… and you know what, without any sort of premonition but with a lot of shoe leather reporting EYE DID TELL YOU THAT IT WAS NO TIME FOR SIESTA. But you fuckers were way to infatuated with Dr. John Mill Ackerman (Ph.D.) at the Basque House in Saint-Ouen, or with Pablo Gleason y su “cinito mexicano”.
Page 27, link from page 33 on, the practical and theoretical implications of:
Torture and other degrading and inhumane sentences, (page in-transit).
Sources close to the current Acapulco “siesta” Times reveal, that it is neither the violence in that particular Mexican part of that federation, nor the SIX rape allegations against the Mexican President candidate for the role of governor in that Mexican State (Guerrero) that are keeping Mr. Nadal out of Mexico, nope, it’s just a bad back…
… Still to come, Billy sings the blues to Freddy Cats (93100) and here is why, Mr. Cats, it’s nothing personal and because i know that you wouldn’t be caught… what’s the word? What’s the word? Dang On It! I forgot what the word is but i’d be a sonovabitch if it doesn’t rhyme with the Mexican themed content of the portrait below, —if you get caught trying to make sense of the context at hand.
With all due respect to the good people of the Georges Méliès barrio in Montreuil-s-Bois, on account that i will be un–Earth[a]ing 2011/12 “Noche de Los Muertos… y las estupidas calaveritas* de Freddy Cats”, because last night (Thursday) someone who works for the most informed cop in France (2021, not 1900) asked me the right question: – – How is it, in the homeless conditions that you have been living in for the past four years, that you are able to do investigative journalism, and why would someone be harassing you in Paris? .:. Les Invisibles is being brought to you by, CAUSETTE, the magazine that pulled an NPR (National Public Radio) move on “bottom-line funding*”
It’s relevant in 2021, ten years after the Mexican effervescence of The Year of Mexico in France, and since you are not going to read this you might not remember that i used to park my bike next to yours on the VINCENNES border of la rue de La Solidarité just in front of rue Carnot on the Montreuil side of the plan.
And to the good people of Metro Stop Croix de Chavaux, don’t pin this on an anti-Día de Los Muertos trip, because just around the Bend of rue Kleber i moved the “calaveras” used in 2011 at La Bellevilloise (burlesque show) for the 2012 Día de Los Muertos at Jour et Nuit (75015)… along with a South Korean and five Mexicans (all women) we set the stage that weekend and there hasn’t been a Day of The Dead celebration that can’t be matched, not yet—not in Paris, France, anyway.
Anyhow, Mr. Cats, i really like your work and the issue is not your action figures, the question At-the-Time was a lead into finding out how the suffering of surviving families of those recently plotted feminicidios were going to be used in the political world of Mexican leaders in France, but i guess you only speak to “official Mexican Zapatistas” from Mexico’s ambassador to France and other official channels.
… gonna sign out now, for a while, because it’s cold outside. Good night.
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Va de nuez, Mr. Cats, this post is not about you or about the Grosse Mignone. This post is part of what i do when someone, ANYONE, asks me about the process/technique that i use to do my thing. 9E75A1D6-CB92-431C-B408-1934772411A6 🏨 In other Words, Montreuil–Sous–Bois, i am the messenger, i deliver the content, and when asked i usher in the motherfucking context, and IN CASE YOU MISSED IT, i did all of my motherfucking LEG WORK from 2009-2015, what you are seeing in the Mexican portrait is the KNOTTING of plots that Bruno and Stephanie Menou at the Prefecture de Police à Cité were order not to allow to come to life, metaphorically speaking, ARNO, i guess “that i shot the sheriff and the motherfucking deputy,” Aussie.
Good morning Mr. Cats, in Hilo, Hawaii, the minute hand on the dial is nearing the 19h in HST, here in Paris, Wonder Woman is having a wonder baby; and if the most informed Cop in France checks the Camera of my position last night right before The Reverend Al Sharpton finished his Madam Vice-President Harris edition show, and then follow the fellow who asked me for directions, then you’ll know that the baby is Pakistani and that’s a beautiful mix, here in France. Congratulations to the father if the baby popped out of her momma by now.
… [N]ow, now, Ashley, are you compensating for a lost Plant? Wait, scratch that… Öüï didn’t notice Shrubbie, there was another Palmer framing Shrubie out. Sorry ’bout D.A.T. Ashley Parker, carry on.
Tune in to France INFO 105.5 FM in Paris all They (Wednesday CET/Tuesday Hilo, Hawaï*) to find out about la mafia Calabraise and the link to il Padrino, knot “The Godfather” of your soul... Note to editors: you won't hear the following on any French Frequency, except for the RATP intercom system: Lines 3, B, and D stopped on their tracks at Châtelet on account of a dearly departed fellow who chose the “fast track” to the next stage.
Meanwhile, at the Katy Tur Show… it’s Chínguele, Vero, there’s a breach going on. And still to arrive… it’s Eye feels like Eleanor Rigby without a Church to waste my life in (punto y coma) in sports, the “us” just got a brand new National Sport, read about it, talk about it then hold your tears, this is no time for crocodile cataracts. And if you are current on your MADRINAS, then you know that in Acapulco, “this is no time for Siesta”… [C]híinguele, m’ija because Ted Cruz is going to do a “Mexican rodeo†” and you, of all Pa’Señas, Representative Castro, should know by now that en los Lienzos Charros no hay “payasos” like on that “8-seconds ride”.
📎 Makes no diff’rence If it’s sweet or it’s hot (Cuando calienta el Sol… up next) Give it all that rhythm that you got
One thing, Vero, and Peter Baker can field this, but…
people WHO know, know that Red goes well on Deadline, and Eye noticed that U.S. Representative Madeleine Dean has the same taste in saddles for her pod/capsule, and she’s from Pennsylvania! What a Meanstreak, how about la chance, eh‽
Witt that in mind, do say hello to Alexandro and his big American flag at ‘el bordo’, ¡pero Vero! ¡Veronica, con una chingada!!! You are cancelling out your message, and here’s why:
You’ve got to use Your Fucking imagination (punto y coma) i am Sy Rius, congresswoman. And here is why:
Full–frontal disclosure: i know that it is Way Too Early at 11 o’Clock in CET, but “Messrs. K and H. assure the public, [T]heir production will be second to none… [A]nd of course Donnie’s pony* dances the waltz », period!
You should not, Madame Representative, Eye Says Again, you should knot—admonish the opposition for their tenacity and for using whatever works to reach the purpose; that’s the equivalent of Hillary calling the Michigan militia “deplorables”.
It’s Pragmatics, of course .:. 5D1CB479-DFA8-45F1-9053-3C2128A3F3F7 🗣 Implicature in real time and how to read a newspaper 101; summer semester 2020… o como dice una interpretación de Horax en los milenios por Televisa en monitos¹: reunir varias noticias del día, encontrar posibles puntos de unión y conectarlas con un doble -y hasta triple- sentido en el mensaje.
To understand it, one must be fond of roots, origins, —you know— the things that make up patrimony, which is a vase filled with heritage, legacy and, as professor John Mill Ackerman (the Third, of course) revealed para los pobres políticos of el partido político of don Andrés: entail•ments.
¹ Televisa en monitos (monoaureo . com) présenta:
Lorem Ipsum + Patri•monio equals Σ Fair Use of All Media … and [Quote… 9 casas por casi 60 millones de pesos, construído en menos de una década. Y si bien él salió a quejarse de que “se haga público” y señaló que parte es “donativo de sus padres” que están preocupados “por el bienestar de sus nietos”, y afirma que son datos inflados… también eso se explica por qué no pudieron encontrar nada irregular en las más de ochenta propiedades deBartlett, los departamentos no declarados de Sánchez Cordero, el casi millón de pesos que cobró este año Durazo por asesorías -que tiene expresamente prohibido hacer-. Es como el COVID: son corruptos asintomáticos, porque son SUS corruptos. Y mientras a una persona “normal” le toma 30 años pagar un crédito hipotecario para hacerse de un departamento de 90 metros cuadrados, un político puede comprar 9 bienes en 9 años sin mayor problema y “es normal”.Algo NO está bien. Al menos hacen aparecer incongruente a la Cuarta Transformación, a lo más son corruptos, aunque no lo acepten. (Para referencia, el edificio del último cuadro es la sede de la Secretaría de la Función Pública). Alarcón en El Heraldo. .:unquote] divided by Patri•monio.
… Coming up:
The “shield and the sword” meets “la charola y el fuero” in the pilot episode of Los Happy Days de la familia Burrón™️, critics at The Orange County Register call the sketch, “the cultural mash-up whose time has come.”
For the record, Monsieur Le PRÉSIDENT du Tribunal Administrative à Paris
That Gap! .:. 8CE86FB9-EF75-449C-85CF-ACC2DC5C4C57 🕵🏽♂️ There is a reason for it, and at L’Académie Rabelais the process involved se le denomina: Mar•i•nar.
This blog exists in its current “rapid-fire draft form” since October 2014 because of the fact that the government of President François Hollande did not want me, Armando Segovia/Armando Serrano Prieto, to:
gather newsworthy material from the Mexican community in France (ay, Raza)
find tangents in the sociopolitical and cultural fabric of the Mexican diaspora in France
connect these with a double –and even a triple– sense in the message, just like the good people of Televisa en monitos¹ reflect in today’s “appropriated” sketch from Grupo Milenio®️.
and as this particular sopa de letras began to be served, Fat Elvis donned the Mexican Sundial Suit (his last mis–en–scene suit, by the way) and closed the year of 2014 for u.s..
And if you, [MONSIEUR LE PRÉSIDENT DU TRIBUNAL ADMINISTRATIVE À PARIS] are not a reader of this most non–consequential blog, then perhaps you missed the descent of an amalgamation of a Fat Elvis (at his worst in 1977) moonlighting as Alabama governor George Wallace in 1968, here’s the rendering of that menu in REAL TIME, not taped last week in a Hollywood lot.
