If I had to make a list of all-time favourite pop songs number one without doubt is You Never Give Me Your Money by the Beatles. It is a song that I can hear numerous times in a row and after I'm tired of hearing it and finally turn it off--until the next time I … Continue reading Existentialism Country Music Style Or Subverting How And Why Your Truck Broke Down, The Dog Died And Beauty Got Away
And it was good, your Lord said. Or maybe not, say worst-writer. Or maybe not. It’s also good that the world is looking into who/what the people are that can come up with so much mindlessness--especially when being employed at one of the most prominent employers in the world. I mean, that is the purpose … Continue reading Is A Skewed Mind Any Worse Than The Mindless?
Beckett, the killer pug, showing the way. You're welcome. Rant onwards. -T
I love it. It's one of those rare moments where there is so much crumbling in the souls of those who thought they $hit roses that I can sit back, for even this brief amount of time, and actually enjoy watching the catastrophic embarrassment of WWE or anything reality-tv. Cause that's what we're/you're in, baby. … Continue reading Moment You Know Your Gig Is Up And #ConfessYourUnpopularOpinions
Morning routine: at least three light double espressos from my Jura and if her cookie jar ain't empty, some of them too. After that it's time to take Beckett the killer pug out for a walk. Rant onwards. -T
Dear worst-readers the world over, the post referred to by @Mr_Electrico in the screenshot (tweet) above is here. My worst-response, other than my tweet (in the screenshot) is here: Why have liberals in my beloved and missed #americant failed so miserably since I left at the beginning of the end that was the 1990s? Or … Continue reading Worst-Writer’s Interwebnet Pseudo Warhol 15 Minutes Or So. Thanks @Mr_Electrico
Behaviour these days is everything; it is a pillar at the base upon which the global system, in its current iteration, rests and functions. In fact, nothing gets done without behaviourism. If you don't behave then you are an outcast, you are ostracised from the/a system. You may also be accosted or, better yet, mobbed. Whether … Continue reading Corporatism, Mobbing And The Daily Routine Of The Race To The Bottom
From the movie No Country For Old Men. Well worth the effort to transcribe. Some of the best writing and acting I've ever seen that encapsulates the #americant nightmare that is Disney and/or sparkles blowing out of a unicorn's a$$ or somewhere there's a rational person trying to figure out how your country got so … Continue reading You Been Putting Up Your Whole Life
Gallantly playing the role of the über mindless consumer, spending the morning lazying around while on a short vacation, there's always time to 1) practice typing and 2) blog something before we head out on our last full day around Flensburg's Fjord. With that in mind, here's my pseudo review of two Apple MacBooks I've … Continue reading Pseudo Review: MacBook vs Macbook Air
https://youtu.be/drVBVnAfzoY It just keeps gettin better and better. Sitting on this pedestal I've made for myself at thirty thousand feet above normal, I look down at my brethren of yore, my deepest cousins in crime, the land I miss so dearly. And while looking down, what do I see? A shit-show of epic proportions. I … Continue reading Cut Off Nose To Spite Face, #Americant Style
During a scenic ride through the forest above the Flensborg Fjord I came to a cross in the road. A sign indicated it was forbidden to go to the left. Something about danger of loose ground along the cliff. When I turned the bike to the right to continue my ride, I noticed something in … Continue reading A Cross In The Road In The Forest
For whosoever hath, to him shall be given, and he shall have more abundance: but whosoever hath not, from him shall be taken away even that he hath. -Matthew 13:12 KJ Just gettin' my kicks this morn, dear worst-reader. Woke up to the rain shimmering across the Flensborg Fjord and dabbled in what is known … Continue reading The Parable Of The Haths And The Hath Mores
The moment I first heard the term "fake news" I laughed my a$$ off. I mean, come on. I grew up in a suburban hell that can only produce propaganda, greed, and, maybe the rock band Texas Hippie Coalition (even though, in spirit or proximity, I'm from no where near Texas). No. Seriously. I just … Continue reading Stuck In The Abomination That Is The Third Grade Through To The Sophomoric. You’re Welcome.
So. Like. I'm riding my bike around a god-knows-where northern Germania vacation village. On the one side of me I've got the Baltic Sea and Denmark and on the other side hellacious church bells ringing as though there's no tomorrow. So I turn the corner and approach the bells that are thundering and the first … Continue reading A Grave Not Quite Mine (Yet) But I Like Shopping Around All The Same