Favourite Bullets About The Demise Of All

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Little to say, much to read. Been putting off reading Michael Hudson’s Book:

Killing the Host: How Financial Parasites and Debt Bondage Destroy the Global Economy.

But I’ll get to it soon enough. Till then here’s a link to a great article written by another of my fav world-ending writers, Chris Hedges, who quotes a lot from Hudson. Here a few bullet points worth remembering (along with my weak-minded snide, ranting sarcasm).

  • In just a few short words Hedges manages to summarize presidents since Reagan and what they all are about–and it ain’t pretty. (What a surprise, eh.)
  • “The rich never have enough.” (No shit Sherlock.)
  • Neo-liberalism = state sponsored extortion. (But how should the dumb-downed, i.e. #Americants, know what neo-liberalism is?)
  • Rentier class, economic rent, interest rates, monopolies… (buy some starbucks on a credit card you can’t pay off?)
  • Traditional economics is being turned up-side-down. The confusion of this transition has put #Americants in a state of shock. It has literally disabled the entire country from being able to make rational decisions, especially when it comes to politcs. Even though The Donald deserves praise for what he has done to the sh*tbag republican party, what he and his ilk will do to the country now that he has been elected president, especially based on what those who have paved his way have done, is pretty scary. But hey, at least Ivanka looks good. (This last bullet is mostly from moi, aka worst-writer.)

Rant on, baby.

-T

Link that motivated this post.

Politburo PLUTOcracy Behaviourism

In all of this worst-talk about elections, The Donald, the feminine losing, how it all came to pass, one very important thing has been forgotten. What is it that makes this freak show happen? If there was ever an essence to something, there is certainly an essence here. Or are we dealing with quintessence?

Indeed. When was the last time you watched a Pluto cartoon?

But before we continue, dear worst-reader, have a look/listen at the vid above.

Oh how I wish I could have voted for Bernie. What a bit of real hope & change he would have been. Or? Who knows. After the last eight years maybe the wishes of rational thinkers everywhere is just too farfetched. Fetch, indeed. What is clear is that if Bernie were president-elect right now, and if the world could rid itself of ugly white-men and their comb-overs, we’d still be stuck where we’re stuck.

We are in a Pluto cartoon.

If Bernie had a comb-over would he look just like The Donald?

BEHAVIOURISM.

You are where you are because of how you behave. And by “behave” I really mean silly.

Have you seen that vid of Breitbart yelling atoccupiers? No? Here it is:

What a great juxtaposition, eh? Two completely different videos. Yet both videos deal with the same thing.

How you behave in your PLUTOcracy cartoon of life.

I know. I know. The first vid (of Bernie) isn’t directly about how one behaves but I put it in this post because, well, it bleeds the collective sickness that is behaviourism. The second video is ALL about behave and coincidently features the man who founded the propaganda internet site that will slap you in the face just like a 1950s dad while he tries to get you, his young progeny, to stop listening to rock-n-roll. I mean, this is where we’re at, dear worst-reader. Bernie (1st vid) will talk your head off about this or that and Breitbart (2nd vid) will just scream at you because of how stupid both of you are. This is the world you must live in. Do you live in a cartoon?

Oh. And BTW. You have been living in a poliburo for most of your life. Your behaviour mandates it. Do as you’re told. Pay your owners. Debt.

Bernie, because of how he behaves, doesn’t want you to know something. He also doesn’t want you to know that the PLUTOcracy is now complete. In fact, your PLUTOcracy might be nicknamed Pluto and looks just like the dangling dog from Disney. You need to focus on that dog and its doghouse. It’s right around the corner from the house you will never pay-off. You will be living with Pluto soon enough. Cartoon.

Or maybe not.

That said. I’m having another early morn laughing session thinking about the consequences of life, liberty and the freedom to be stupid. Way to go #Americant.

Rant on.

-t

Apple Confusion Galore

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No. Seriously. Are you kidding me, Apple? I know. I know. You and Johnny Ives (or however you spell his/her first name) are all about what Steve (the fcuk-head) Jobs created. But the problem is, you arseholes are losing your sh*t. Why? Your new MacBook Pros suck bat-balls. No. Seriously. You guys suck so bad when it comes to making computer hardware these days that I’m actually considering buying an old Thinkpad X220. And if I do get one I’m gonna install f’n linux on it. And you know what is helping me go that route? I’ve recently read that Apple is stopping its production of routers. Whaaaaaaa! I love Airport devices. I have f’n three of them. They work great. Come on Apple.

But I digress.

First things first. I have an iPhone 6s. I bought this piece of krapp phone technology while visiting my beloved #americant last year. I thought: if you’re gonna fly into PHL you might as well take advantage of DE’s tax-free consume-to-survive zone. Am I impressed with the iPhone. F-no! Do I need a “internet communication device”? F-yes. So I figure, if I’m gonna have one of these corpo things, might as well be…

You get my drift, right dear worst-reader?

So I get this weird email from Apple about my iPhone’s battery the other day. Being the smart-a*s I am, I don’t follow the link supplied by the email. Instead. I check out Apple’s website and do a search here or there. And what do I find? There is, indeed, a battery situation with the/my iPhone 6s battery.

And what happens when I submit my iPhone 6s serial number? See pic above.

But what is the problem? Well, according to the second dash, THEIR records show that my battery has already been replaced. Or has it? Do I have to check with Apple? Indeed. Apple.  The new god(less) of money corpos. The grand, über profitable (for now) sh*tbag company.

And I keep buying their stuff. (Spank me.)

Why? Oh Why.

Rant on.

-t

PS BTW Apple has never replaced my battery. F’you Apple. F’you Johnny Ives and take your LSD sucking Jobs with you to hell. Or. Enjoy life among the über-percent.

Pumpernickel Love Life Or The Best Ever Name For Bread

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Not sure if I never noticed it. Or. How could I have missed it? Check out the marketing on the packaging of this bread I bought the other day. Hello! College edumacated grads the world over take notice of your useless work. And while you do so, what’s up with the love making couple on the cover of my pumpernickel? Or are the marketers of the bread simply trying to point out a way that couples can deal with the result of having too much it? Too much of the bread.

By-the-by.

Pumpernickel literally means flatulence-bread. According to sources, the name of this dark bread was coined by Napoleon while he had his way with Westphalia ladies during his many stops in Germania. It’s said that, although Napoleon liked the taste of the bread, once he started passing gas after consuming it, he thought that it would be better food for his horses. One of his horses was named Nickel.

But I digress.

Rant on.

-t

Stupid Are Us. Or. Is Da Newz Really Fake At Da Mud Fest?

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What do you call it, dear worst-reader? After attempting a google search here and a wiki peak there, I’m as confused as ever. Is it…

  • Mud Bogging
  • Mud Pit Racing
  • Mud Run
  • Peanut Butter Mud Race (seriously, I found this in a search and the name comes from the colour of the mud)
  • Deep Pit?

Indeed. The list goes on. But we’re not here to worst-blog about the fun #americants so fastidiously invent for themselves. No. We’re here to address the issue of so-called fake-news. Or is it fake-newz?

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The links below that motivated this worst-post detail the intricacies of how really, really stupid people in the first world can be taken advantage of because, (relative) wealth, comfort, boredom and #american public schooling will cause people to fall for anything. I think someone famous once called it:

…A sucker born every minute

Which brings me to Faceblahblah (you know what I’m worst-referring to). Now don’t get me wrong. I use Faceblahblah–even though only as a spring board for the content I create through my worst-writing. I also use it to communicate with a few old friends. So I’m not condemning the service. To each his/her own! Same goes for mud racing, btw. In fact, I’d love to attend one of those races someday. Well, maybe not. I reckon I’m gettin’ too old for that sort of thing. Nomatter.

According to some (real?) news I read this morning, without Faceblahblah there would be no fake-newz. Can that be? I mean, seriously? Faceblahblah is in part responsible for fake-newz? If what the real newz reporters are saying is true, well… Boy are we in trouble.

Still. I gotta hand it to those young folks in places like Macedonia. That they can post fake-newz on Faceblahblah and because of the stupid people in #americant that click on it they actually make click-money from advertising. Wow! More power to ya, Macedonians. And I’m sure, as soon as you save up enough from your fake-newz earnings, you’ll be on the first plane to Mississippi or Alabama or bumfcuk #americant to have some fun in the mud.

Links that motivated this post:

Rant on.

-t

Chasing Meaninglessness Beyond The Pale Of Wishing Your Bubbles Are Bigger Than Mine

http://www.chasingbubblesmovie.com/

Warning: major spoiler alert.

This is a really cool little documentary. If you can call it a documentary. If you don’t call it a documentary then what do you call it? A movie? A film? A TV show? A theatrical trailer for a film that is actually a warning to future generations about the pitfalls of…

  1. Not being able to chose your parents
  2. It’s not worth it anymore to actually work for a living (and for that you can thank your parents).

But I digress. And here comes the spoiler. Would you believe that some schmuck from a rich family who had everything paid for him from birth to his education and then even provided him a van to live in while he sought the meaning of life struggling to work for the only industry left in #americant–the financial sector–and then, out of life-frustration bagged it all so he could sail around the world in a f’n boat? That’s right, dear worst-reader. The star of this film is a kid who was born with PTSD or became so confused with his rearing that in order to cope with the pitfalls of having to work among other greed-mongers and automatons he lost his sh*t and decided to prove to the ocean that things float. When he finally realised that all his floating was done, guess what happens? He docks his boat and continues his travels on land and finds the trash-heap of the earth, India. While in India he catches typhoid fever and f’n dies.

Let me repeat that because Stupid needs to be repeated about as much as Stupid needs to have documentary films made.

This kid takes something like a three year journey around the world on a (relatively) cheap, used sailboat, partying the whole time with his friends, alluding to the trauma of his family, and when he’s done he realises that all he’s achieved is the humdrum of his birth. And because that’s not enough he continues his pseudo-thrill-seeker bullsh*t life and goes off to India without getting any immunisations–because he so smart from the first world!–and catches typhoid fever and dies.

Now let’s make a documentary film TV movie about this kid.

Oh. And here’s another spoiler . I guess you could also call it the catcher of this film. Right at the end the film maker(s) throw in the thought that maybe this whacked-out rich kid ain’t dead after all. Really? How original. I mean (sarcasm on)… the world really is gonna miss this kid (sarcasm off).

Still. Since I love sailing, it is a movie worth seeing. Hence my worstwriter recommendation. And so. May stupid white people that have created this f-upped world find their cheap thrills and then catch some fever and go, finally, away.

Prosit stupid people and be careful when you drink India’s grey water.

Rant on.

-t

Disagreeing With The Greatest Disagreeer. Or. How Your World Of Worst Is Finally Catching Up To You.

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#americant’s comb-over & chief

News link that motivated this post:

“Noam Chomsky: People Who Didn’t Vote For Clinton To Block Trump Made A ‘Bad Mistake’” | HuffPost

Noam Chomsky thinks that those who sat out or protest-voted this election have made a mistake. Is the ageing über intellectual right? Don’t get me wrong. I was for Clinton. Well, I was for Clinton till about the end of July, early August. That’s when I started leaning toward Bernie. By the time the Democratic convention started I was all for Bernie. Needless to say, email scandal here or there, when those Wikileaks came out of how the DNC was so blatantly trying to sabotage Bernie I really started to lose my sh*t. Although I had always known it, The Clintons really showed their corporate automatons faces this time.

Obviously the DNC is every bit as dysfunctional and destructive as any human organisation whose sole purpose is hierarchy, power and control over others and, of course, MONEY. I mean, come on, dear worst-reader. Isn’t that what makes up corporate #americant today? Just look at the work environment in #americant? Look at how people subject themselves to hour long tours to get to work and then home again. Look at how people behave in their offices, how they dress, act, talk, etc. Look at how they consume! Look at how everyone is so desperate for MONEY, MONEY, MONEY. The behaviour of the automatons that make the wheels of this machine turn is where all the answers lie to the question of WHAT THE FCUK IS GOING ON.

If I were a young voter, untainted by the madness that has over taken the country since Ronald Reagan and I saw a little speck of hope with Bernie and then saw how The Clintons along with the DNC tried to delegitimise him, I would have sat out this election too. Indeed. Fcuk it.

Anywho. Enough about the mob structure of consuming to survive that #americants have earned.

Back to Noam.

Chomsky says in the article above: “I didn’t like Clinton at all, but her positions are much better than Trump’s on every issue I can think of.”

Really, Noam?

Other than the immigration issue and walls that should rival The Great Wall of China, I’m not aware of any issues Trump has with anything. The man didn’t say a thing about how he’d do things. The only thing he did was project himself to a desperate nation on the verge of a psychotic breakdown as a ray of hope that rivalled Bernie Sanders. Does that mean, according to Chomsky, that Trump is unqualified for the job? Does it mean that we should be afraid of Trump? Please! Come on Chomsky. Lighten the fcuk up. #Americant has chosen for president a left over from the 1970s who wears a comb-over just like the nation wears consumption galore.

People might want to start embracing what has happened this election. Embracing because, sometimes, just sometimes, in order to turn things around you have to go beyond three hundred and sixty degrees. Way beyond. Perhaps this is finally the beginning of the end of the madness that is #Americant. If that’s so than it’s a lot better than the world of worst you’ve been hiding in all these years.

Or maybe not.

Rant on.

-t