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Disclaimer: NSFW material towards the end of this worst-post. I dreamt of waking in a cold sweat. But then quickly fell asleep again only to dream of a place from twenty years ago where a large blonde woman stands behind me while I sit at a desk attempting to research the hell out of finding …
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Like me, dear worst-reader, Beckett - the killer pug, is getting old. Fortunately I've still got all my front teeth. Most of his front teeth, on the other hand, except for the fangs, had to be removed last year. I mean, have you ever had a look inside a Pugs mouth? What a mess of …
"He had encouraged him to talk to him, although he had always wondered at a certain incoherence, or rather restlessness in his mind, and could not understand what it was that so continually and insistently worked upon the brain of "the contemplative." They discussed philosophical questions and even how there could have been light on …
Two newz links below, dear worst-reader, that only worst-writer can make relatable. And trust me. I got this. First. Can you believe a corporation owns a potato? No. Seriously. The vegetable. A corporation owns it. What I worst-mean by owns it is, they literally own the legal rights to everything that makes up that potato. Thank …
On Joe Biden finally entering the race. Indeed. What about the moral equivalence of stupid v poor? Or stupid v rich? Or poor v poor v rich? And let's not forget, what about the moral equivalence of deplorables? Etc. I mean, seriously, dear worst-reader, does it (politics) matter at this point when it comes to …
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Pseudo-review: Mrya Breckenridge, the novel--not the movie! I saw the movie thirty-five (or so) years ago1. Somehow the movie stayed with me--and not only because of Raquel Welch who is, other than Rita Hayworth, the only Hollywood bombshell worth gawking at like a fifteen year old man-boy run amok with girly magazines. At the …
That church in Paris, dear worst-reader. What happened to it? How many years did it take to build it? And now it's been almost destroyed in the wink of drunk rich man's eye. I mean, was it really fire that destroyed Notre Dame? Or could Notre Dame's fate be part of something else? Obviously we …
The #Americant way, dear worst-reader. How to know it's true? Just go there. I mean, go there after being not there. And while there don't just hang out in NYC or DC or SF or LA enjoying the view(s). Check out the burbs of those places. If you can stomach it, and you should, make …
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In a whirlwind, dear worst-reader, It all started with the music video This is America. Have to admit, it did take a few viewings of the vid for me to get it. Well, get it as far as worst-writer can get it. You know, this is about politics as much as it's about money making musical genius. …
So. Like. I'm sitting in the corner at the mall, a parking lot, a small table in a rainbow coloured sprinkles restaurant and Grasshopper walks up to me and asks: Dude, what is a fascism? (Yes, the question is posed just like that.) Well, Grasshopper, I respond, it's like this. Do you remember olden times …
What Daniel Boone, like George Washington, was up to was intruding upon sovereign Native land so as to covertly survey it and sell it to white settlers, who would then form themselves into militias to murder the families who had been living there for generations. Some were successful and grew rich and powerful, such as …
Subtitle: Avoiding monolithic-monopoly personal computing on the cheap? Follow-up is here. Note on text: if you want to skip all my worst-writing, just scroll down to the The Pseudo Review. As noted here, I'm not a NAS fan. The problem with not being a NAS fan is that one may still require some form …
Woke up with a speck of Stones clinging in my heart this morning. Did I think it was a heart attack? No. But my heart hums every now and then--in the wrong musical direction. Also. The stirring had something to do with the wrong angle (of attack) from that last glass of wine last night. …
Quick ride to clear my head the other day, dear worst-reader. Didn't work, though. In fact, I was so perturbed by the trek I'm sure it caused me a strange dream the night after. In short, the dream was thus: along with another male adult, I'm on a grassy knoll coaching four boys who are …
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What are your fav four-Rs, dear worst-reader? What? Don't have any? Well go there, then. It's not hard, you know. All you have to do is spend some time in the arena of news. Of course, I spend most of my time in the left-wing news arena. But that's obvious, ain't it? Reason? Right-wing newz …
