There's too much green in Germany. But I think I've worst-said that before. Ranting onward, ho!
Translating the German f-word and feeling some cumuppance. And so. Another example of living-the-dream in #eurowasteland with Margo Honecker's Germania-galore protege Merkel and the aristocrats with all the inherited money that afford us park benches. Or maybe not. Ranting onwards.
What do you recall from reading Jules Verne and George Orwell, Mr. Worstwriter? I'm so glad you asked, dear worst-reader. I remember from both those writers how my future was being predicted. Indeed. Even though I didn't read much when I was kid, by the time I got out of the waste-of-time that is #americant suburban-hell … Continue reading Hey Kids! Your Future Is Being Predicted Right Now. Get It While You Can. #Fascism Game Play Galore
This is just a list (bullets followed by minor worst-explanations) I've been putting together in my head since reading that #Trump thinks Germany is bad, bad, real bad. I guess, in a way, I'm kinda jealous of Trump--you know, his bullhorn is so much louder than mine. Still, that's why the tech-gods gave us all the … Continue reading Germany And Why #Trump And His Ilk Hate That
Speculators at megabanks or investment firms such as Goldman Sachs are not, in a strict sense, capitalists. They do not make money from the means of production. Rather, they ignore or rewrite the law—ostensibly put in place to protect the vulnerable from the powerful—to steal from everyone, including their shareholders. They are parasites. They feed … Continue reading Speculators Be Hanged?
I take this snapshot while walking in the park and then ask my better-half why someone would cut down a fledgling tree--where w/out special government permission it's illegal to cut down trees--and then spray-paint "Hurensohn" (son-of-a-whore) on it. She turned to me as she often does with half a cynical wink in her left eye. It's … Continue reading Angry Men + Cheating Wives = Sloppy Tree Choppers
https://youtu.be/sKByqtthACo Go 'head, dear worst-reader. Ask me. Ask me if I care how many German cars are sold in my grand and beloved united mistakes. Indeed. I don't care. All I know is this: I've been driving Audis (in Germany, on German Autobahns) for most of the time I've been an expat. FYI, I've also been … Continue reading Exercise In Translation: Is #Germany Bad Or Evil And What To Do If Someone Wants Both?
Update: holly-krapp-olly! I've since been informed that I seriously broke the law pissing on/near a German water plant the other day. If I would have been caught by a German policeman (instead of one of the policeman-in-a-policeman-in-a-policeman that make up Das Volk) I would be facing a heavy fine and possible jail time. Which means, I guess, … Continue reading Never Unknow: There’s Always Someone Watching When You Pee Or Fighting The Collective You Didn’t Know You Joined
Update: Always remember, dear worst-reader, when all else fails in your quest to fail-upwards, violence always wins. And so. Let's give those deplorables a hand. They win. Again. Again. Again. (Thank you Bill & Hillary Clinton!) Hi-Larry-Us, dear worst-reader. The first thought that came into my worst-mind upon hearing the news that another batsh*t republican … Continue reading Her “Deplorables” Are Alive And Well Or You’re A Fascist And Don’t Know It Yet
Actually thought about reading the linked article twice but ended up only reading it in part the first time. That is, I started reading it and then realised--and this coming from worstwriter--that the author was practicing his/her typing more than actually writing something. Or maybe not. What a crock of poo-poo the recent ransomware scandals … Continue reading Eternal Errors Of Greed Mongers Galore And The Price That Will Be Paid
No. Seriously. I had this wild pre-dawn dream. I was in PHL with my wife. We were working together on an American TV show that had a deadline. I had to take a Cessna plane to MD in order to solve a problem in the TV show's script. On the trip back to PHL the Cessna … Continue reading Conspiratorial Death Of The Eurasian Magpie That Brought Down My Cessna
Since I'm on a roll with translating today, here's one more. Saw this truck this morning while walking Beckett, the Killer Pug, and couldn't help but think of reality. So I snapped this pic. Indeed. Berufswunsch: Eiswagenfahrer. Translation: globalisation means that kids don't need school but instead a driver's license and maybe a few phonebooks … Continue reading A Sign For The Now, The Future And, Of Course, Profitable Ice Cream
What is the first casualty of war, dear worst-reader? That's right. The truth. Ever wonder how all those bankers, especially the pions that do all the work for banks and Wall Street, how they think about the lies they are telling? Obviously they justify what they do with the knowledge that they are, indeed, at war. Ever see … Continue reading The First Casualty Of The War Of The Lie Of Your Mind On Steroids Times 65 Gazillion But Don’t Worry Your House Of Cards Is Still Standing
There are moments, dear worst-reader, where I love the German language. There are also moments when I don't love it. But that's not what this worst-post is about. Even though I've given up studying the language--because I reached a point many years ago where I not only would dream in it but I achieved such advanced forsight … Continue reading Excercise(s) In Translation: A Schlampe Is Not A Bitch. Or Is She?
Photographed on a street somewhere in India. I have no idear what it is. Could it be one of them seed pods from Body Snatchers? Or perhaps it's a leather case that houses the ersatz medication of an attempt to eugenically--or do I mean sexually--enhance an Ogre.
Update: see below. Granted. I don't watch faux newz. Can't stomach the stuff. For conservative "media" I follow a few conservative pundit twitter accounts, have a look at Breitbart once-a-once and CNN, and then follow liberal blogs that make a point of ripping these nutbags new a$$holes here and there. (Before you think the worst … Continue reading Odd Sources, Truth Be Told (Somehow) And The Death Of #SethRich
Technology at its best. Or maybe not. Wondering if Aldi-Talk (my lazy answer to rebelling against big German motherfcuker telecoms) has been infected by wcry. Serves them all right. Go hackers. Go luddites (who need a iPhone to get chicks). Or... No one wants my money. Rant on. -t
"Like most North Americans of his generation, Hal tends to know way less about why he feels certain ways about the objects and pursuits he's devoted to than he does about the objects and pursuits themselves." -David Foster Wallace - Infinite Jest
In Bangelore during our stint there last year I noticed two things. You can only find green grass where wealth lives. For some reason that green grass might be hostile to the natural order of things. Or. Maybe a cat got to this bird. Rant on. t
Having a bad day. This is a NSFW post. No. Seriously, dear worst-reader. Just a few moments ago I almost got into a fist fight with a German customs agent. Ok, well, maybe not a fist fight. So let me set this up. Taking Beckett, the killer pug, for his afternoon waste-my-time walk, we come … Continue reading Who You Pay When The Customs Agent Comes With Rhino Horn Powder
What has #eurowasteland done for you lately, dear worst-reader? Well, the answer is simple. Nothing. Or. Put another way. At least it hasn't given us another fcuking world war. It behooves me to say something about recent farcical election in France--that so many are comparing to the recent farcical election of my beloved #americant but because … Continue reading Time To Celebrate Europe With French Vote? Not. Time For Some Lily Livered Lefties.
Not quite sure. But I am sure that this photo will join the rest of my collection of worst-photos. Should've taken better care with the photo. When I took the shot it was clearly the remaining half of a rodent that got the attention of Beckett, the killer pug, while we are on his morning walk. … Continue reading Dog Walks, Side Walks And Mouse Halfs
I'm seriously trying not to pay attention to all the BS that's going on with #Trump right now. But it's hard, you know what I'm worst-saying, dear worst-reader? It's hard because my best guess tells me that #Trump is a frickin genius. Forget all the firings, the crazy tweets, the whacky press briefings by that … Continue reading Since You’ve Already Forgotten Everything You Never Knew…
I suppose this would work well as Bill O'Reilly gift, too. Rant on. -t