As I point out here or there in this worst-blog, I'm not a fan of my own generation. Especially the #Americant portion of that generation1. But. Dear worst-reader. Not only can we NOT choose our parents, we are also stuck with the generation in which we are born. With that worst-said, I'm as tail-end as … Continue reading #OkBoomers Be Gone. Please.
A previous worst-post about ununderstanding is here. Asked my wife the other morn, dear worst-reader, what the hell does the graphic mean in the pic above. Do you know what she said? That's right. She said: "I don't know either." At which point I turned to her and complained, once again,: "What the hell is … Continue reading Ununderstanding Or Toilet Paper Saga
Disclaimer. This is a somewhat NSFW worst-post (due to links). The delusion and compulsion show, dear worst-reader, is a show that is #Americant. I mean, again, delusion plus compulsion is the new & improved and forevermore DREAM that is engrained in the #Americant psyche. Just like TV, eh. Or? In other worst-words, where it once … Continue reading The Delusion Compulsion Show
Obviously the rich always win, eh, dear worst-reader? What better example is there than President Pee-Pee-Hair? Or. I should add. What better example is there of those who think, believe, are deluded about being rich and thereby vote for President Pee-Pee-Hair and/or those who enable/facilitate #Americant and its über convenient electoral college? Which may or … Continue reading Rich vs Poor And The Preordained
Came across a list (link below) the other worst-day, dear worst-reader. The only question I had after reviewing the list--yet another Bowie best-of list, like all the others, don't you know--was whether or not I had all the songs--especially since I don't use music subscription services. Turns out I have forty of the fifty and … Continue reading “Heroes”
Don't get me wrong, dear worst-reader. As usual, I'm not tooting my host country's horn. (Or am I?) It's just, well, I've been an expat in Germania, land of the Huns, where the there-where automatons live, where resistance is futile, etc., etc., for the better part of a quarter century. Would I rather live any … Continue reading A Real World Leader, Almost
There you have it, dear worst-reader. End-times ain't (just) nigh (anymore). They (end-times) be here, eh. How do you (we) know? Easy. There's nothing to wipe your arse with. Don't know about you, but I'm starting to love the idear about getting a bidet. As I worst-write this, I can almost feel a stream of … Continue reading Boomer Plague, Face Masks And Toilet Paper
Secondary title: Pseudo-Review of the Abus Hyban bike helmet with visor. Perhaps some of you are too young to know. So allow worst-writer to explain yet another worst-title. In the movie Night On Earth by Jim Jarmusch a really bad taxi driver from the (then) recent former East Germany picks up a New Yorker in … Continue reading Helmet, Helmut And Yo-Yo
Let me start this worst-post by saying that 2019 was a bad riding year, dear fellow worst-rider (worst-reader). Due to circumstance beyond and above worst-riders control, I was unable to complete my self inflicted, obligatory yearly riding mileage, which corresponded with falling into a depressed state of inner self loathing that I get every once-a-once … Continue reading Pseudo-Review – Charger GX @ 10k
I get the whole church/religion thing. Seriously. Spent a few nights and days here or there reading THE BOOK. The good book, don't you know. Actually enjoyed parts of it. I especially like what Thomas Jefferson did with it. But I also have to admit that the Book of Revelation has left me somewhat scarred … Continue reading Adults Room?
Keep in mind, dear worst-reader, the/a bigoted #Americant nutjob in any suburb near you ain't no different than the one in the link below or the pic above. Wait. Hold the worst-presses. There might be a slight difference. The bigoted nutjob from the burbs probably ain't as willing to take one up the bum as … Continue reading But Hasn’t It Always Been This Way?