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…
But FO’ist… Lindsey Reiser is up for a game of Tennis and Rafa is not going to México.
https ://www .informador .mx /deportes /Rafael-Nadal-descarta-jugar-el-Abierto-Mexicano-de-Tenis– 2021-20210226-0053 .html
… 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*”
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.