Meanwhile back at the ranch, it’s “Fuck The Po-lice”

And in particular, fuck all them rent-a-cops… “I’m your Huckleberry.”

I said it once at The Préfecture de Cité : monkey sees monkey does like Ewes always knew.

 

Cocksuckers at Monoprix wish that they were “American” and qualify for the I.C.E. welfare program at the T.S.A.

https ://elpais .com /madrid /2026-03-18 /ayuso-no-secunda-al-rey-en-la-polemica-con-mexico-por-la-conquista-abusos-los-que-cometian-los-aztecas-contra-los-autoctonos

America the nazi.

 

~. … and little ol’Eye is talking about the niggers that work there, not necessarily the black Volk from Africa.

Truck talk

Now ; right about now, Uncle Jesse would be rolling in his grave, but knowing Boss Hogg down in Hazzard, i know that the General Lee is not going to be happy about gas prices but then that is what Bo and Luke voted for, an American pie… and off-course, the “draining of the swamp” and the end to politicians running stocks before Kentucky.

🎶 Out in Luchenbach, Texas, nobody’s feeling no pain 🍞

County fried neighborhoods.

Deer, Jan Martínez Ahrens, meet Johanne Grazia Poisson

La carta al director… now the good thing about this most non-consequential blog (te lo juro) is that you won’t bother to read it ; however, if you should ever meet Dr. Poisson then maybe, just maybe she would second what I (Armando Segovia), responded to Alicia Leo’s and the cadre of the 6éme bureau dépôt at la préfecture de police (Cité) when I was asked in 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015 and finally, in 2016, why I refrained from publishing what my findings (arrojaban) as these related to the framework of my talents and skills proposal to the French consulate (2010) in Los Angeles, California, 90025.

https ://asegovia3 .com /2016/03/15 /zanahorias-y-un-trebol-de-tres-hojas/

You Say You Want Revolution? Meet me in Venezuela.

 

The answer might sound pretentious, but if you time that dreaded historical épisode when Donald John Trump descended from his escalator in New York City, and juxtapose it with what I posted on that particular week then maybe, just maybe you sir, might begin to see who my number one reader was, heck I dare say, that if Hillary Clinton would not have been such a cunt to U.S. “deplorables” and instead had read between my “news letter” lines, Jeffrey Epstein would probably still be alive and that son-of-a-bitch destroying the White House would be wearing an orange jumpsuit in a federal prison.

Any 🦉 hoot, Jan Martínez Ahrens… “Just’ah two good ol’ boys”

Öüï’s gonna be doing some math’s with the alphabet and given the last letter manifesting today in México City, I am going to borrow one of the TWO “zetas” from Hazzard and drive the GENERAL LEE to Verdun… and you and Mí are going to visit Claudia’s “Feria del Frijol”, because as Cervantes once wrote :

En todas casas cuecen habas; y en la mía, a calderadas (El Quijote II 13).

https ://www .gob .mx /presidencia /prensa /gobierno-de-mexico-presenta-frijoles-bienestar-e-invita-a-la-feria-del-frijol-y-la-agrobiodiversidad