Even though I wouldn't have put it quite the way he did, I'm diggin' Bill Maher's good-riddence to David Koch the other night (see vid link below). When is the other Koch brother gonna pass, is the only question that remains--at least for worst-moi. Then again, there are a lot more Koch-types in the wings, … Continue reading Can More 19th Century #Americant Die, Please
"Similarly, the Republican Party’s dominance of the Supreme Court allows it to shape policy on issues ranging from voting rights to health care to the workplace, without actually needing to enact legislation. If Congress were able to legislate, by contrast, it could overrule many Supreme Court decisions and shift power from Republican judges to the … Continue reading Fcuked Is You And Your Kid’s Kids Too, Here’s How
As stated in this previous post, dear worst-rider, I've been urbanising my hardtail electric mountain bike. Reason? I'm getting too old? No? How about: I'm too fat? Na, that's not good. How about this one: It's time to move on? Yeah, let's go with that one. After 8000km and a second rear tire, I replaced … Continue reading R&M Charger GX – Inept Owner Or Incompetent Mechanics
Or Ciao Bella, Peter Fonda Never understood Peter Fonda, dear worst-reader. Although I liked a few of his films, there was always something about him that bugged me. Maybe it was his odd, non-leading man looks--yet he got leading roles. Perhaps it was the hair line that he managed to cover up most of his … Continue reading Riding Easy
"No one is having that much fun. They're just distorting reality, too big themselves up. Trust me. Anyone out there who's home tonight feeling left out, discarded and disrespected, if you knew how much everybody else is faking it, you wouldn't want to join them anyway." -Bill Maher Real Time #504 Yes, dear worst-reader. Words to … Continue reading Too Big Themselves Up
Consumed-to-survive me one of them fancy-pants Ikea electric adjustable desks a few months back, dear worst-reader. And don't you know, it's a pretty half-decent, fairly useable thing--if you need/should stand while worst-writing. Luckily for worst-moi, as you can see in the pic above, the smallest version of the desk fits perfectly into the only remaining … Continue reading Pseudo-Review: To Sit Or To Stand
Don't fret, dear worst-reader. I know I shouldn't be laughing this much. LOL. LOL. HA. HA. Giggle. But what the heck, eh. And you can be sure I'm not having a heart attack and all that laughter is really choking. Or? I mean, come on. Some major dusch-bag recently killed himself and thereby has all … Continue reading New Fav Pic Of All Time, Then Some
Things not forgotten, dear worst-reader. Things that remind one. Like pictures found on the interwebnets. For example... I'll never forget my second vacation. It took many years, don't you know, to get to a second vacation. It was cheap and coincided with one of the last times I would return to my beloved & missed … Continue reading The Real Reason For Brexit, Baby
Addendum (or update) to this post here. Come on, dear worst-reader. Are you getting filled and thrilled by all the conspiracy-krapp on the interwebnets regarding Jeffrey Epstein's death? Was it suicide? Murder? Did mafia goons rip him a new one? And here's the best one: he's still alive. I heard someone say that in whatever … Continue reading Epstein’s Death Conspiracy Slash Theory Solved. You’re Welcome.
Follow-up to this post here. Should have made this change a while ago, dear worst-rider. Now that I've finally done it, though, would you believe, there's one more potential change lurking in the wings. More on that in a sec. I found a special deal online for a pair of Schwalbe Super Moto-X 27.5 650B … Continue reading R-M Charger GX Urbanisation?
I live near Schloss Benrath, dear worst-reader. If you haven't worst-read by now, I also live near the Rhine River. I live here because, well, the better-half, the dictator she is, has made it so. And it's not so bad to live here, don't you know. Especially considering it's a great locality to walk Beckett, … Continue reading Things Behind The Pleasure Palace
When did it begin in my beloved & missed united mistakes of #Americant, dear worst-reader? When did the obsession to consume-to-survive through the happy monetary machine of plastic begin? When did that little plastic card replace hard earned cash someone's grandparents slaved for--or wheel barrelled into a bakery in Berlin in 1923 to buy bread? … Continue reading Apple Pay, Credit Bureaus, Moneyed History Straight Line To Now
Dreams can be a bitch, dear worst-reader. Especially those dreams that confuse beyond trying to figure them out. I mean, don't you know, I'm not into figuring them ALL out. Some of them I just let go. Others linger with me for days--even as I try to let go. That means, I suppose, I have … Continue reading Dreams: Funny Faces, Kiss Peeing On Me, Guns
Am I on my last hair trimmer, dear worst-reader? At least I hope I'm on my last one. It's a thing I'm going through right now, don't you know, in this--the $hit$how that is consume-to-survive. The idear is the following: Pay a little bit more now in the hopes that--if there is such a thing … Continue reading Please, No More Hair Trimmers And No More Examples Of #Americant Losing Its $hit