Existentialism Country Music Style Or Subverting How And Why Your Truck Broke Down, The Dog Died And Beauty Got Away

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

Moment You Know Your Gig Is Up And #ConfessYourUnpopularOpinions

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

Worst-Writer’s Interwebnet Pseudo Warhol 15 Minutes Or So. Thanks @Mr_Electrico

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

Corporatism, Mobbing And The Daily Routine Of The Race To The Bottom

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

Stuck In The Abomination That Is The Third Grade Through To The Sophomoric. You’re Welcome.

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.

A Grave Not Quite Mine (Yet) But I Like Shopping Around All The Same

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