A Series Of Tubes, Stupid People, Who Sells You?

We have to go there, dear worst-reader. We have to once again go to that place where my beloved & missed #Americant is called out for not just being the greatest #MAGA country the universe has ever seen but also for being, well, functionally STUPID. (Sarcasm on/off.)

But where do the two, greatest and stupid, converge in order to make the world happy again along with #MAGA, dear worst-writer?

That’s a great question, worst-comrade. Let me first try to address it with the vid above. (Short pause.) Did you have a look? Good. Now let’s move on.

There are examples galore in these days of #Trump and mis-reading how a country can even get to #Trump. Then again, secrets are as secret can be when conspiracy theory galore clouds the mind’s eye of, well, wearing a baseball hat day in and day out that reads: < I’M WITH STUPID. Which brings me too: a series of tubes and how those tubes are used to sell the suckers that are both #MAGA hat wearers and those who wear the other hat mentioned.

Can you believe that we’re still having this worst-conversation? You know, this/the conversation about… the mechanics but NOT the machine. For that is what The Zuck is all about, don’t you know. I mean, isn’t this, like, the (insert # here) time he’s appeared in front of the holy body that represents THE LAND OF FREE TO BE STUPID and said, basically, nothing? And on that worst-note, I must die-gress and stop calling everyone in my beloved & missed #Americant stupid. Or? Or.

Why does The Zuck get all the free publicity in the world by constantly appearing in front of The House Of Representatives? I mean, don’t get me wrong. #AOC questioning The Zuck is fine. Isn’t she a sight to behold? A few of the other questioners are cool, too. But why aren’t they focusing on what makes The Zuck’s tick, i.e. the reason anyone does anything in not just #Americant but the western world? That is, am I the only one that knows how to deal with the problem of a bunch of heartless greed-mongers who know how the interwebnet works? And that’s the ticket, ain’t it, dear worst-reader? The Zuck’s great achievement in this/our meritless society full of fake money, is how he’s duped you on account there are too many that don’t know how things work. FB figured out how to scrounge a buck or three out of stupid people, don’t you know. For that’s what we live in. Remember: FB is internet for stupid people.

With that in mind, let me throw this at you. As much as it saddens me to admit it, it’s a shame really that people who use FB thinking they’re only sharing family $hit should be labelled stupid. But what else is there to label them? Naive? Slender of mind? A bit cross with how technology passed them by, hence they missed out on AOL? Oh wait. Here’s a twist.

The people on FB, stupid more or less, are a product. And that’s the gist of the issue. Did you get that, dear worst-reader? That’s FB’s greatest trick. Wouldn’t it be cool if a congressperson or three could ask about that? Put another worst-way, The Zuck has turned his customers into a product. Do some think he’s a genius for doing that? Maybe. The only problem is, well, this sort of thing has been done before. And, at its essence, it is nothing more than a con-game. And you know what you need to get really, really, really rich of the con-game? That’s right. Stupid people. Bingo! #MAGA.

Yet congressperson after congresswoman questions The Zuck as though FB is interested in something other than his users being not customers but instead a product that he can sell. Oh yeah, baby. The demise of an already dysfunctional pseudo-democracy and all due to… stupid people. And before I get too far off topic complaining about how stupid people can be used and abused because that’s exactly what makes #MAGA #Americant, get this.

The solution to dealing with FB’s grifting (con-game) of (willing) stupid people is to simply follow that which is God. And remember, God is dead but God has been reborn as money. In this case, FB has two forms of revenue and not one person at this congressional questioning session asked about either. Go figure, eh.

The first revenue stream is regular old advertising. The second revenue stream–and this is a bit of a doozy to grasp–is The Zuck selling access to you for political gain. Indeed. Stupid people do have value, don’t you know. Just look at #Americant politics. And so. This is a bit different than a traditional media company bringing advertisers and buyers together. Have I lost you yet, dear worst-reader?

Let me try to put it another way. The Super Bowl. The Super Bowl shows TV ads selling beer, soda, fast-food, etc. And that’s fine and dandy. We’re all used to that. Television, radio and even internet advertising is the norm. It’s the price we pay for access. Got it? But what if the owners of the Super Bowl, which is viewed by over a billion people, enabled access to its audience in order to sell something other than beer, soda or fast-food–and thereby not telling its audience that it’s doing so?

Unlike regular advertising, that generations are accustomed to, and to a certain extent are regulated, FB and The Zuck thinks it can circumvent that regulation and let anybody promote anything they want–as long as they FB for the access. That’s pretty much what happened with Cambridge Analytica. The thing they bought from FB was access to users in order to promote fake newz. Cool, eh. (Sarcasm on/off.)

Of course, there is a simple solution to this type of underhanded, tricky manipulation of stupid people, i.e. FB users–most of whom were raised to be submissive and unquestioning in their loyalty to a/their parentage of greed-mongering. In the case of Cambridge Analytica, where it paid FB to promote right-wing political propaganda based on user-profiles, including user friends, all that need be done is to make FB tell its product (you, the FB user) what it’s up to. Simple stuff, really. It was done at the beginning of both radio and TV, you know, to prohibit them both from becoming propagandised. Why should it be any different with this new-fangled series of tubes and Interwebnets that we’re all having so much fun with? Just make people aware that what they are seeing is propaganda, fake-newz, or just a plain old gimmick where someone wants to pull the wool over blind eyes.

Or maybe not, #Americant. Obviously you have better things to do than protect people from their own stupidity. And so. #MAGA!

Rant on.

-T

Links:
https://slate.com/technology/2018/03/the-real-scandal-isnt-cambridge-analytica-its-facebooks-whole-business-model.html
https://www.vox.com/policy-and-politics/2018/3/23/17151916/facebook-cambridge-analytica-trump-diagram
https://www.newsweek.com/trump-cambridge-analytica-kushner-695315

The Essence Of #Americant

Get a load of this vid, dear worst-reader. Get a load of what this vid is about! Obviously examples of what makes America #Americant are not few and far between. I mean, how else can THE LAND OF FREE TO BE STUPID up its game with the likes of #Trump & co? No, seriously. I mean, even worst-writer asked the assumptive question: what can come after Dubya dipshit Bush? Well, Barry-O wasn’t all that bad, IMHO. But his election angered a few Das Volk, to worst-say the least. Of course, the politics of personal destruction is a short but winding mindset. Such an environment can only germinate in a culture obsessed with the likes of WWE, Reality-TV, and a mass/horde of inner ugly (mostly) white people that will laugh and giggle and smirk instead of come to the aide of the needy and have-not-greedy. But before I get too far off topic.

Don’t get me wrong, dear worst-reader. I’m not sure I actually listened/watched the whole video that this worst-post is linking to. Reason? The way this #Trump person talks is exactly that which caused me to find other shores–and that was thirty fcukin‘ years ago. When I was young, early adulthood, people just like Kellyanne talked this way every day of my life–whether it was parents, teachers, bosses, colleagues, etc. This President Stupid participant talks just like meritless #americant that make the greed $hitshow of dysfunction the holy fcuking grail of everything. You know, the oh-so many minions who think they actually achieve–when in fact all they’ve done is behave–as in: compulsive behaviourism, i.e. make a living, have a living standard, etc. You know, these people, in the days of Ronald Reagan, were held at bay. They were behind the curtain. They were too disgusting to bring forward. Now they are the norm. All because of Barry-O? A sad question indeed.

Good luck suckers. For you deserve #Trump. It’s what inner uglies of greedy white people is all about.

Rant on.

-T

We Are In Hell

a problem from hell cover

As stated here and there throughout worstwriter.com, I’ve been living the expat life since 1989 in a kind of daze. One of the main reason for that is, well, #Americant political conservatism manifest in the ideology of greed, can be confusing to those who are born to think free–and not the free one is told to think, i.e. think like the behaviourists that are (make-up) the greed $hitshow. Even though I eventually found certain cures for daze & (fake)free(dom) living in THE OLD COUNTRY, those cures were never the motivating factor to… expatriating till my gonads fall off. Indeed. Put another worst-way. There was so much STUPID brewing back home (in the 1970s and 80s, etc.) because of political conservatism and greed-galore, THE OLD COUNTRY and its lingering history, including a century or so of culture and art and willing women, was a godsend to someone yearning for anything but the status quo of money, money, money–and militarism. Of course, don’t get me wrong, dear worst-reader. #Eurowasteland is full of greed-mongers and in its essence just as STUPID as my beloved & missed #Americant. In fact, the capitalism-game that regulates to protect the rich of old Europe is as strong as ever. The only difference to #Americant is that Europe’s redistribution (of wealth) isn’t as one sided. But redistributed it is all the same. And before I get too far off subject.

Just finished the book “A Problem From Hell” by Samantha Power. It’s been on my to-read list for some time. I first heard of the book after it won the Pulitzer and was also recommended by Barry-O as he chose the author as a national security adviser. In fact, I think he picked her partly because of this book. And so. If anyone wants to know a detailed history of Genocide in the twentieth century, this is your book. Power details the origins of Genocide as an international and legal concept since the Armenian Genocide beginning in 1915. Power also details the genocide in Cambodia, Iraq, the whole mess that was/is the former Yugoslavia, and Rwanda. The book is a vast and well chronicled explanation of what is often referred to as “a problem from hell”, which is ultimately nothing more than humans killing humans for really, really, really stupid reason. To my surprise there was nothing in this book about Indonesian or East Timor, although both are referred to a few times.

They were killing anyone who wore glasses because if they wore glasses it suggested they knew how to read, and if they knew how to read, it suggested they had been infected with the bourgeois virus. It was a Great Leap Forward that made the Great Leap Forward under Mao look like a tentative half step. –Stephen Solarz @ Cambodia Genocide in 1975

The chapter that stirred me the most is the one on Cambodia. Having grown up in the wake of Vietnam, a war that fills my earliest memories of black & white television viewing while stuck in the humdrum of suburban hell, I’ve always been a bit curious as to the various power-proxies that made Southeast Asia tick (back then). The detailing of the Cambodian Genocide also presented me with an explanation of the fight against communism in the region, but with it all being twisted because of certain national and international interests and/or relationships. Lucky for me, this book is not only informative about Genocide but also is a wonderful narration regarding #Americants most dramatic war-loss.

In 1975, when its ally, the oil-producing, anti-Communist Indonesia, invaded East Timor, killing between 100,000 and 200,000 civilians, the United States looked away. In the Cambodia case perhaps the most important factor behind (President Jimmy) Carter’s choice was US fondness for China, which remained the prime military and economic backer of Pol Pot’s ousted government. National Security Adviser Zbigniew Brzezinski saw the problem through the Sino-Soviet prism. Since the US interest lay with China, they lay, indirectly, with the Khmer Rouge. Slamming the KR might jeopardise the United States’ new bond with China. Slamming the Vietnamese would cost the United States nothing.
-Samantha Powers, “A Problem From Hell”

Another profound detail Powers chronicles is that of Bosnia in the 1990s. Keep in mind, dear worst-reader, I began my expatriation in the old country just before hell broke out in the former Yugoslavia. As the war in the Balkans waged on, I lived only a day’s drive away from it all. It was also a time, due to personal issues, I was in and out of different hospitals. Not only was Germany doctoring Kuwaitis and some Iraqis from Desert Storm but also people from Croatia and Serbia. In one hospital an entire floor was being used to help the war wounded. Also, various makeshift housing facilities were put up throughout Germany to help the displaced from Yugoslavia. Along with a few church goers we used to bring old clothes and shoes and sometimes fresh cookies for the kids. When I tried to communicate with some of the refugees in either broken German or broken English, it became clear that many people weren’t willing to talk about their aggressors. But a few did mention the brutality and hate of Serbs towards Muslims. Of the serbs I’ve met and befriended in Germany, they’ve all been pretty upright and very friendly people. Needless to say, the Bosnia war was a fcuking mess.

Serb gunmen knew that their violent deportation and killing campaign would not be enough to ensure the lasting achievement of ethnic purity. The armed marauders sought to sever permanently the bond between citizens and land. Thus, they forced fathers to castrate their sons or molest their daughters; they humiliated and raped (often impregnating) young women. Theirs was a deliberate policy of destruction and degradation.
-Samantha Powers, “A Problem From Hell”

The only gripe I have with this book is that I’m not sure so many pages are required to explain what Genocide is and/or what some think its place should be in politics. On the other hand, this book might be enough to explain one particular aspect of humanity–mostly how men beguiled by power and/or moneyed and/or ideological interests always have a desire/need/want to kill, kill, kill. Only her writing style kept me reading this book, even though I often found myself resorting to skimming a few pages here and there because I was already familiar with Rwanda and Bosnia (from other sources). I can’t help but think, though, this type of book might not be the proper means to make a wide audience aware of Genocide. Something is missing. I’m just not sure what that is yet. That worst-said, it is a worthwhile read if you have any questions about how the term Genocide came to be, the first third of the book deals with exactly that subject. That worst-said… I still have a few questions about Serbia’s hate issues.

Rant on.

-T

Things Funny

This is a very minor worst-post, dear worst-reader. Minor in that I don’t know much anymore what to worst-write about. I reckon, after all these years of quitting, giving-up, losing, it’s all starting to finally catch me. You know, I’m finally starting to ask (my worst-self), what’s the point? Anywho. The other day I was listening to the audio of Dave Chappelle’s newest comedy special. Am I a Chappelle fan? Hard to say. The thing is, I’ve been expatriated longer than Chappelle’s been famous. That is, in other worst-words, I missed out on everything media in my beloved & missed united mistakes of #Americant —since 1989. Indeed. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I do try and follow some stuff. Which means: Thank all-things-worst for the Interwebnets, eh? So let’s move on.

I had to listen to Chappelle’s show in two parts. That’s due to the fact that, well, comedy kinda bores me these days. It seems to be all about making fun of people, cutting on people, roasting them, etc. or joking about sex. So I can only take so much. But don’t get me wrong. If it’s funny, I can still get into it. It’s just, funny has most certainly found a way to evolve, don’t you know, especially since I grew up with comedians like Richard Pryor and George Carlin. Through both of them I discovered Lenny Bruce. Then there is the comedy of Woody Allen, which I adored when I was young–dare I even mention his kind, including Bill Cosby.

It’s just. The thing is. All those guys were f’n funny. And do you know what made them funny? They didn’t just make fun of other people. Nor were they comedically deprecating, which also seems to end up only making fun of others. The old guys were, on the other hand, socially aware and politically astute and they were able to create their funnies (jokes?) accordingly–without dick pics. And, perhaps, the boundaries they knew (to be comedic within), never stopped them from entertaining. That’s the difference IMHO to the comedians of today. My feeling has been over the years (as I age) that new comedians simply broke all the boundaries that old comedians maintained. Is it similar to boxing giving way to MMC? What about TV sitcom giving way to Reality TV? Hence, IMHO, comedy today is a repeat of someone else laughter albeit at the cost of intelligence, intellect, cognitive, cerebral, etc. Just change the context and repeat the content. Or vice versa. Or are you missing listening to the likes of Louis CK constantly complaining, yet still making you laugh? Yeah, me neither.

I have to admit, of all the modern comics that stir me, Dave Chappelle is unique. And I can’t quite place his humour. I discovered him through various YouTube videos throughout the years, also reading things in the press here and there about his antics. Even though I thought his making fun of others–the weakest form of comedy IMHO, especially that $hit about Rick James–to be funny, it was also, in its essence, incredibly sad. It’s like being entertained by a circus clown but afterwards, after all the laughs are over, you have to also live with the clown and find out he’s just a washed-up coke snorter. Then again, there is this one recent Chappelle joke that blew me away. If you please:

This opioid crisis is a crisis. I see it every day. It’s as bad as they say. It’s ruining lives. It’s destroying families. Sadly, you know what it reminds me of? Seeing it… reminds me of us. These white folks look exactly like us during the crack epidemic. You know, it’s really crazy to see. And all this shit they talked about on the news, about how divided the nation is? I don’t believe it. I feel like nowadays we’re getting a real good look at each other. Here’s why. Because I even have insight into how the white community must have felt watching the black community go through the scourge of crack. Because I don’t care either. Hang in there whites. Just say no. What’s so hard about that? Man, when y’all say that to us. But it’s okay. There’s no grudges. Now you finally got it, right? Once it started happening to your kids you realise it’s a health crisis. These people are sick. They are not criminals. They are sick.

-Dave Chappelle

Now. I couldn’t have said it better myself. The only thing missing is a bit of paraphrasing Cornell West and his not so funny explanation of how my beloved & missed #Americant and its ultra politically confused middle-classes have been niggarized, especially since 9-11. Indeed. The Man (white supremacy and its greed-galore) have taken a toll on peoples back home. So many dumb and stupid people. Shame so few are able to figure things out for themselves and then do something about it with, say, democracy-galore, thereby disallowing that they all be ruled by a minority of white a$$holes and Gods of money. Oh well. At least there’s Dave Chappelle. I guess. Yeah. At least there’s this one funny, very funny, Chappelle joke that pretty much sums it all up. Here’s a time stamped video/audio of the whole joke, if you please. (Btw, the link may not last forever as it is a ripped version of the show.) And the way he delivers the joke, too. Indeed, dear worst-reader, it is, well, excruciating if not brilliantly funny. And so. Not unlike his Rick James joke, this one, in its essence, is very, very sad–in its truth (be told). Yes. Very sad indeed. Oh how truth must hurt those who can hear it/find it. The only question I have remaining is this: is it as funny as the pics posted above?

Rant (and giggle) on.

-T

PS I had minor surgery on my eye recently to remove a stye. Ever had a stye, dear worst-reader? What a pain in the arse. The worst thing about it is that I had it in one eye initially but then took some medicine that got rid of it. When I thought it was all said and done, the damn thing returned in the other eye but with a vengeance. The doctor did a pretty good job of taking care of it. The other pics are things that helped me deal with the aches and pains of having half my lower right eyelid sliced open and scrapped out.

Pseudo-Review: iPhone 6s > iPhone 11

Why go to 10 (or Xr or 8) when you can go to 11? For that is the worst-question, eh, dear worst-reader? I mean, wouldn’t we all go to 11, always skipping the others, if we could? Or is the issue mute? Nomatter. The moment I’d been avoiding for so long by nursing my iPhone 6s–you know, the good-fight we all must lose in order to postpone Apple’s corporate strategy of forced product obsoletism–finally arrived the other day. Even though I’ve been giving it my best for almost four years, the whole time knowing that these devices really only last, on a good day, for about two years, I hung to a glimmer of hope. I mean, come on. Almost 4 years out of the 6s? WTF. That is pretty cool. On the other hand. Maybe. Just maybe. Why couldn’t I make it last a bit more? You know, make it last until the iPhone 12–or the 13, etc. Or? But then, about two weeks ago, I updated my 6s to iOS 13 and suddenly the bells and gongs of Steve Jobs’ greed-mongering rang galore. The 6s was the last old iPhone that was supposed to handle the new update, its predecessor the iPhone 6 being hurled to the official wastedom of obsoletism. Indeed. FYI. They should have hurled the 6s, as well.

Obsoletism And Batteries

The first thing that went, about two years ago–the thing that always goes first–was the battery. And not just one battery. I utilised Apple’s offer of replacing the 6s’ original battery with their 30,-€ deal last February. And don’t you know, for about two months I thought things were great. But then, probably after another system update (or two), that 30,-€ battery deal turned sour. Unwilling to make a claim that Apple’s battery replacement program was a hoax, I decided to resort to a somewhat extreme solution. After my 6s’ first year I bought one of them Anker battery cases. Although it bulked-up the device to being the size of the newer “plus” phones Apple was offering, I went with it. The battery case lasted for about eight months till it too started showing major power degradation. After that I tried carrying around one of those USB chargers. It also worked for a while. Then I came across an original Apple iPhone 6s battery case at a reduced price of around 100,-€. I went for it. To say the least, that damn 6s cost me quite a bit to just keep it going. So was/am I glad that it kinda died the other day? Now that I finally upgraded, I can easily say… shur-nuff, baby!

Old=out New=in

Of course, there were a few moments here and there where I thought I shouldn’t splurge so much cash for the latest model. Why not just take the iPhone 8? It’s priced at about two hundred less than the 11, don’t you know. In fact, I don’t really need much in/from an iPhone. I had long realised that the worst part about corporate forced product obsoletism isn’t that they design these things to make you buy more, but, during the last two years of stretching its life, I could barely use any non-Apple Apps. The processor is just too slow to keep up with new software. With the 6s it’s really not so bad since most of my computing activity is with my MacBook. Also. I rarely make phone calls with it and if I do, it’s mostly using FaceTime with family. Otherwise, I use it for podcasting, GPS, camera, news, reading books (Kindle and Apple Books), weather, note-taking, etc. Most of that stuff worked till the end because the software was from Apple. Indeed. The Kindle software (Amazon) was pretty much toast, though. Plus, I got tired of reading on the little 6s screen. Anyhow. After only twenty-four hours of use of my new iPhone… Boy have I been missing-out.

Price Reality

Lucky for worst-moi and because of pricing politics after the ridiculously expensive iPhone X–which my wife paid almost 1200,-€ for last year–the price of the new iPhone 11, including a 50-, trade-in for my old 6s, wasn’t looking too bad. Comparably the Xr model, only a hundred Euros less, and the 8 model, two-hundred less, but also with substantially weaker hardware specs, meant that nomatter how I cut it, I was gonna fork out anywhere between 550,- to 800,- with this consume-to-survive transaction. For you see, dear worst-reader, I’ve never had a phone contract so buying one of these things with a contract is a no-go. I hate cell phone carriers, but that’s another worst-post. In the end, with the trade-in, I paid 749,-€ for the newest iPhone. Does that make me want to jump up and down and or kiss Pamela Anderson posters till I blow my goo? Indeed. 749,- for a new iPhone of this caliber is a long way away from 1000,- plus. Indeed. Indeed.

Setup

So I went through the crowded rigamarole at the Apple Store on a Saturday afternoon. Luckily, nomatter how crowded my local Apple store gets, I’ve learned that if you’re buying something, especially hardware, the line to get service is easily shortened for you. Within a few hours I was back home getting ready to unbox and set up my new iPhone 11. Since I had made a backup on my MacBook the night before of my 6s, I declined the offer to setup up my new phone at the crowded store, always telling the Apple rep that I new what I was doing. Of course, deleting and emptying my 6s, so I could turn it in to him, took a while, too. Btw, it’s pretty cool how Apple makes sure your devices is wiped. For whatever reason, my old iPhone was having trouble NOT backing up my data to iCloud while at the store. The rep kept saying I should let the backup happen but I also kept telling him that I trusted the backup I made the previous night on my MacBook. All in all, I was right, but with one caveat. The only setup issue I had with my new iPhone, iCloud account n’all, was that I didn’t expect it to not be on the latest iOS, which, btw, my 6s had. That meant I couldn’t “restore” from my backup because the 6s iOS was newer than what was on the iPhone 11. And so. What should have taken about half-hour to forty minutes, took almost an hour and a half to complete. The new iPhone iOS update took the longest. The restore from iTunes took about fifteen minutes. Even though direct old phone to new phone updates that Apple has are cool and work great (it’s how my wife does it), the way I did it works, too. It just takes a bit longer. It’s really cool that my new phone, after the update and restore from old 6s, is identical. Love it!

Apps Crash

Wow. After just under 48hrs of use, I’m tickled to death with my new iPhone. I can finally run a few 3rd party Apps I haven’t been able to run for years–or they completely got out of my usage radar because my 6s has long since been obsolete. iaWriter, for example. One of my favourite worst-writing apps. It syncs with all my worst-writing to my MacBook now. I was never able to do that with either my new MacBook or its predecessor my MacBook Air and the 6s. (Why?) There’s also a few Apps my wife wants us both to use (for cooking recipes, of course) that I couldn’t use before because she’s got a iPhone X. Even Apple Apps are no longer crashing as much as they did before e.g. FaceTime and Contacts. Volumio, my audio player/controller of choice (in combination with a household full of Raspberry Pi’s plus HifiBerry), was also crashing. The 6s used to crash all the time before I could even start a song with my iPhone 6s; had to resort to playing/controlling music with my MacBook. Hasn’t crashed once with the new 11. But. Ok. Obviously this new iPhone is better than the previous one. I mean, it’s the best iPhone apple has EVER made. Or? Nomatter. Lots of re-learning about Apps is still to come.

Design Flaw Ongoing

Of course, let’s not get too junky about being an Apple fanboy. Like the 6s, the same things I hated about that design will still be with me in the new 11. For example, the volume buttons being directly across from the power button–or what is now also the Siri button–is stupid. Whoever at Apple came up with this idear is, well, stupid. Reason? Unless you take special care, you cannot change the volume on this device with one hand. Cupping the iPhone and then using your forefinger to either increase or decrease the volume, thereby requiring your thumb to counter the pressure on the other side of the phone, either turns it off or, now, calls up Siri. Whaaaaaaaaaa! Also. Why the hell do they make these things as slippery as a greased pig. (No. I’ve never tried to catch a greased pig! But I have read about it.) The fact that I’ve become accustomed, since the 6s, to being very careful how I handle/hold/pick-up this phone, says everything. I feel like, sometimes, someone at Apple (Steve Jobs?) had the idear: how can we subvert product obsoletism, which only alienates customers, with a surer way of getting them to buy more of these things? That’s right. Make them out of glass so that they are supposed to slip out of your hands and fall crashing to the ground. Apple care anyone? (Fcuk you!)

Summary

Although I probably pissed away a lot of money trying to keep my iPhone 6s running for so long, in the end the only thing that killed it was battery. After getting used to an old, slow iPhone, I could have lived with it, including not being able to run certain apps. Oh well. And by-the-buy, I would have replaced the 6s sooner if Apple would have upgraded (hardware) the iPhone SE. Personally, another design flaw of these things is that they are just waaaaaaaay too big. The last best fitting iPhone for me was the 5s. Again. Oh well.

Now take my money Apple!

Rant on.

-T

Eating Babies

kronos eating his son
Cronos… eating babies.

What’s worse than a country full of guns? How ’bout a country full of guns plus STUPID? For there you have it, dear worst-reader. That’s exactly what I got ’round to thinking about as I tried to get through yet another newz day regarding my beloved & missed united mistakes of #Americant. Or did you miss the newz gem the other day where #AOC was interrupted by a bat$hit nutbag from a Lyndon Larouche group during a townhall meeting?

Of course, most worst-readers might not see the connection I’m worst-attempting to make here. You know, the connection between guns, STUPID and $hitbags interrupting townhall meetings who are such an integral part of the LAND OF FREE TO BE STUPID. You know, a place where cults like Larouche thrive because members so gallantly know how to alternate sticking thumbs in others people arses and then playing switch-up with mouths. So. But. Well. Go with me here for a sec.

The woman that interrupted #AOC at a townhall is a plant by some right-wing org that, of course, supports president STUPID. As the mindless diarrhoea spewed from her voice about eating babies–that’s right, EATING BABIES1!!!–the only thing I could think about was when/if she was also gonna either pull out a gun or remove another part of her clothing to reveal she was wearing a bomb. For that’s the ticket about too many guns and too much stupid in the LAND OF FREE TO BE STUPID–a country that’s overtly lost its (political) mind. And so.

Once again, dear worst-reader, worst-writer has to hand it to the Republicans. Give credit where’s it’s due. Boy do Repubs know how to control the narrative–which has allowed them to run the greed $hitshow that is #Americant for the past (insert number here) years. Whether it’s faux-newz, right-wing radio, or fringe groups spewing mindless diarrhoea2 while interrupting townhall meetings, one thing is clear. The Republicans are now resorting to rhetoric e.g. EATING BABIES, that is somehow gonna control the narrative even more, i.e. one-upping what they’ve achieved since Reagan so far. Indeed. Mix it all with too many guns, a whole lot of STUPID and someone with a t-shirt declaring the solution to climate change is EATING BABIES. It’s no wonder #Trump is your new ruler–and I jumped ship almost thirty years ago.

On the other hand, I’m starting to feel a bit sorry for the likes of #AOC. More and more she’s looking like a lonely soul swimming in a cesspool of sharks that have been forcibly starved because they’ve never learned to feed themselves but instead feed off of others–and/but the food is running out (fast). For that’s the essence of political conservatism, don’t you know. Never mind its rhetoric about nationalism, patriotism, EATING BABIES. In the end, all conservatism has is what it can take away from others in the name of the state and/or a few really, really rich folk. Neo-liberalism, baby!

Or maybe not.

Good luck suckers.

Rant on.

-T

Links:


  1. Eating babies as a way to reduce CO2 emissions, i.e. less over-population, in order to save the earth ↩︎
  2. The Blaze, Breitbart, etc. ↩︎

October Reading List And Missing Eyewear Nose Bridge

october 2019 reading list

Superfluous post indeed, dear worst-reader. Begs only the question: what to do, what to do, what to do… in this consume-to-survive world of nothingness galore? Then again, at least I can still read. You know, read, as in, read something to expand the/my mind. It is, must be, a requirement in these days of Marvel movie trauma, don’t you know–although I do dig that scene in Avengers Endgame where Captain Marvel finally appears and has a quick pow-wow with Peter Parker as an apocalypse rages around them.

Scene: Captain Marvel destroys huge alien ship that is reeking ballistic havoc on the Endgame battle field. As the ship crashes to the ground Captain Marvel lands with a thud in front of a distraught Peter Parker as he’s struggling to protect the infinity stones. Captain Marvel is standing above Parker, who is in a ditch cradling the infinity stone glove like a baby.

Peter: Hi. (Odd, quick pause.) I’m… (Another odd quick pause.) Peter. Parker.

Captain Marvel: (Cute grin on her face as she sports a new hair style contrasting previous appearances.) Hey. Peter Parker. You got something for me?

The cadence and tone of Captain Marvel (Brie Larson) is mesmerising–to me. At that moment in the film I wish Captain Marvel was two scoops of gelato, chocolate and pistachio, atop a butter crusted cone. But enough about worst-moi.

You know the thing that really gets me about my October reading list to help me get over Brie Larson? Check out the cover of Snowden’s book. What the heck is going on with his glasses? Who the hell wears glasses with a nose pad missing on one side of the bridge? What? Can’t see it? Well, I see it. And it’s driving me crazy.

Rant (and read) on.

-T