Let The Vaccine Greed $hit$how Begin

The covid. Source: Interwebnets.

Well, don’t you know, dear worst-reader. The silly-show has begun regarding the/our privileged greed mongering galore in the name of survival, life, and the pursuit of more purchasing power. But this time it’s not just the privilege of proximity-birth and who’s at the head of the corporate mobbing council that determines who and what you can buy. No. This time it’s about something almost completely different. Different as in miserable-life and a gruelling almost unnatural death by the sheer destruction of human lung capacity in the name of Covid191. Or let’s just call it covid, our new poor-people disease. Eh.

Now that the first vaccine has been approved for use and the second and third vaccine is at the door of approval, what’s there to do about who gets it first? You know, as in, who’s standing at the syringe saying, well: “I should get it first because I’m more productive in this society than that guy.” Or. “Here, I’ll pay whatever you want, I’ve got money coming out of my guzoo, which also means I’m more privileged than the average useless-eater, so I should get the vaccine first.” Or. Or. “That life raft is for me and my wife because we have first-class tickets on the/this Titanic, baby.”

I mean, don’t get me wrong, dear worst-reader. I too am one to worst-say that front-line workers and old people and those particularly susceptible to the disease should get the vaccine toot-sweet. But then again, should they? Since it’s quite obvious that President Piss-Hair is part of that click of humanity that has no problem with masses of people dying–as it fits a certain eugenics if not pseudo Darwinian survival of the fittest agenda… Or do you not believe elites love-loathe #Trump–not for his smarts to get elected president but for his susceptibility to be a push-over by those who are privileged enough to have contact with him once he is elected and there agenda is the antithesis of governing for the people by the people and, and, and… Indeed. Cull the heard, baby. Weed-out the riff-raff. Do at least something about over-population that seems to bug the privileged! (Sarcasm off.)

But. Like I’ve worst-said here and there in this worst-blog, covid is nothing new. In one form or other it’s been around for years. For it is but another strain, another version, if not manifestation, of an ailment that’s been afflicting the poor and downtrodden for the better part of my worst-life. It’s no coincidence that covid, SARS, MARS, swine-flu, etc., all, somehow, got there start in the abundance of poverty where human beings are relegated to eating on top of or underneath batshit, hoof-shit or human… You get the picture. Which begs the worst-question: why hasn’t there been a vaccine already? Oh wait. Maybe for those that control the sheep, culling of the heard is a godsend. Or? And that godsend has finally arrived. But. Maybe. I’ve already worst-said that.

So let’s get back on subject about the vaccine. Or were we worst-writing about something else? #Nomatter.

One of the most curious things I’ve noticed about the vaccine so far is how my beloved & missed united mistakes of #Americant can’t talk about who actually… done it. I mean. Obviously there were/are plenty of greed $hit$how pharmaceutical companies working on a vaccine. But only one seems to have received first approval. And yet, there is barely mention of the company that actually did it. I mean. The distributor of the vaccine is all over the newz. Reason? Pfizer is also the infamous distributor of… That’s right. You guessed it. The blue pills, baby. Oh wait. I’m sorry. This isn’t about the blue pill or the red pill, as in, The Matrix. No. Indeed. This is solely about the blue pill that was invented so that women don’t have to suck a… Sorry. I’m off worst-subject again.

Pfizer’s claim to fame is that it is the largest distributor of dick-pills. You know. Stiffy drugs. Wood for woman pills. The pills that mean women-folk CAN just lay there. Etc., etc. Indeed. Viagra. And don’t you know, Pfizer had nothing to do with the actual development of viagra and–that’s right!–they’ve had nothing to do with the covid vaccine. Indeed. Some corporate $hitbag, working at a desk who sometimes gets to fly business class around the world, made a deal with a company that actually made the covid vaccine. Yet where is that company? If you’re reading this worst-blog-post from North America, have you heard anything about BioNTech?

Oh wait. Since #Americant can’t (hasn’t been able to) make anything since… Gee… I don’t know… It has completely decimated its manufacturing capabilities since the 1980s because a bunch of submissive college grads were never taught to think for themselves… And bean-counting pseudo intellectuals in the form of so-called management consultants, aka McKinsey, Booz Allen, etc., as outsourced corporate automatons, have been literally making actual production productivity scarcer than a fifty year old virgin mother who hates the man/men that impregnated her in the first place and now they want to do it more but with even less consequence and all in the name of the blue pill… Anywho. #Americant probably couldn’t have made the first Covid vaccine even if it wanted to. Or am I being too harsh with my hate for post Ronald Reagan LAND OF THE FREE TO BE STUPID?

For, don’t you know, dear worst-reader, I’m sure there’s reason enough the privileged, Neo-feudalist #Americants need not mention BioNTech. Let’s cover a few of those reasons, shall we?

  • It’s a small German company based in Mainz
  • It is a company founded by Turkish immigrants–to Germany
  • BioNTech was funded by government, German government. Oh my!

And so. What does #Americant talk about instead of where the first covid vaccine comes from? That’s right. It talks about… full distortion-fields of greed-galore packed in unsold Xmas wrapping paper lined with fake-it-till-you-make-it #Trump gold2. Faux newz-mode. Fake it till you make mode, baby. And so. Talk about MAGA–which is code for reality avoidance abundance. Talk about libs, which is code for racism and bigotry and never having to visit a multi-racial playground. Indeed. For #Americant is good at this sort of thing, don’t you know. Reason? It’s about more than just changing the subject. It’s about controlling the narrative. The TV narrative that is the #Americant mind. So what does #Americant do to stop all talk about who created the first approved vaccine–which may or mayn’t make people question #Americant republican/conservative bat$hittery? That’s right. It talks about the big-wig distributor of dick-pills. And when that’s not enough it talks about an American immigrant from Hungary who discovered major breakthroughs in gene technology that is the precursor to the covid vaccine–because she’s an American now. Which begs this worst-question: Will the founders of BioNTech get the Nobel prize next year? Or will #Americants continue avoiding giving credit where it’s due because of bat$hit tribalism run amok?

But I die-gress.

This should always be a story about how immigrants are leading the way and not about corporations who simply buy-up opportunity. And so. Enjoy your next dick-pill, baby.

Rant on.


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  1. And don’t even get me started on the idear that something similar actually killed off the dinosaurs and not the fabled belief in asteroids. For. Don’t you know, dear worst-reader. That which killed the dinosaurs was a lung ailment not unlike our covid. But for the dinosaurs, the cause of their ailment wasn’t a permanent establishment of the poor versus the working poor and how they were all forced to live in $hit. No. The thing that killed the dinosaurs was much simpler. It was all about O2, i.e. oxygen. That’s right. The reason, according to worst-writer, that dinosaurs got so big and were so fruitful was because the earth’s atmosphere was much richer in oxygen back then. Where we now have an atmosphere of just below twenty-percent O2, back then, it was something around or above thirty-percent. That’s a lot of juice for a fruitful biosphere, eh. But on that note, I really should die-gress. ↩︎
  2. That’s right. The same #Trump gold covering his toilets. Which means. That’s right. He shat on it at one time or other. ↩︎

Corporate Compulsive Casino Crew

Indeed. Dear worst-reader. There you have it. The four C’s. Or. Better worst-put: how worst-writer finds better and better ways to describe, if not transcribe, what my beloved & missed #Americant– land of THE FREE TO BE STUPID–has actually given the world and/or humanity since it turned the birth/day of Xhrist from July to December and thereby enabled Coca-Cola to become a rival to the bitter-sweetness of Disney and what gets in the mind of bullshit or batshit–that can only give-way to President pee-pee-hair. And so. Ever smell batshit, dear worst-reader? It is the rotten, metallic, repugnant odour of failing upward. Which means it’s hard to smell (anything) when you live (in) *shit. But I die-gress.

Today, dear worst-reader, we worst-blog about yet another pending issue from #Americant newz. Or did you not hear about the managerial worker-bees from that Tyson’s food plant who were fired because they were betting in a betting-pool who would get Covid. Did you get that? Let me worst-repeat: managers running a food processing plant in the middle of bumfcuk #Americant were betting on who would get the covid–and die? Any idear what that means? No? Let’s break it down, shall we.

First. As I’ve worst-written before, most (a huuuuuuge majority) #Americants have never worked a day in their lives. That is, they’ve never actually do anything of substance, nor do they actually produce anything. What #Americants do when they go to work is they behave compulsively and get paid to do so–and the machine in which they were born treks on. In other worst-words: #Americants, more than members of any other greed-mongering nation-state, do what they are told. Indeed. What is told is done–to the letter, don’t you know. In fact. All generations of #Americants have had their DNA altered since WW2 (give or take a war) to encompass the mantra: what more of #Americant god-of-money can you tell me to do because I am oh-so ready to do it. The do-telling comes first and foremost from parents, but it also includes elders and, of course, the/their environment. Compulsive behaviourism is a sickness, dear worst-reader. But on that note, again, let us die-gress.

Oh wait. Let’s suspend that die-gression for a second. If you’re wondering how it is that so many #Americants get ahead, make a living, have money, etc.? Well. The answer to that is easy. Compulsive behaviourism, like so many human traits, can be mastered. It is indeed a skill. And so. Those that nail it–not unlike a nation of submissive wives who oh-so enjoy being the nailed of matrimony in a post-feminist world–make money. As far as the really, really rich money makers? Compulsive behaviourism works for them just as well. In fact, I can’t think of a more successful compulsive behaviourist then Jeff Bezos–who, by-the-buy, was a finance guy before he realised how much Wall Street sucks and then trekked across the country to Seattle to finally figure out how Windows95 works. I mean. Come on. Amazon is nothing but an old economy distribution centre… that runs on Windows 95 interwebnets and postal service(s). Am I wrong.

But. Again. I die-gress.

Understanding compulsive behaviourism (CB) is key to understanding #Americant. There are a number of ways to recognise CB. At the top of list would have to be conformity. In fact. It’s hard to tell the difference between diseases in #Americant. Conformity disease or CB disease. Take your worst-pick, eh. And. Although some might consider conformity to be on a higher plain as CB, I tend not to think that worst-way. For example. Just go to any Walmart. If you ever want to see the slop and goop where the conformity disease manifests, hold your breath when you walk in. If you can wear some goggles do so. And, if at all possible, don’t touch anything from underneath your body condom. And then have a look at what walks around #Americant’s favourite buy-krapp-store. Same shoes. Same sweat-shirt or hoody. Same hat and same bonnet and same pseudo-english slang that sounds as though it could yank the dong off a rattlesnake pissing on #Trump’s hair as it yells and screams the frustrations of having believed in The Dream that has relegated it to shopping at… Walmart.

You’re all a bunch of snakes, ain’t ya.

But. As usual, dear worst-reader, I’m off worst-subject. For today the worst-issue is: what is it that one does in life when compulsion rules and behaving ain’t enough? Indeed. One seeks a break for the mind. Such a simple task, don’t you know. Some may call it entertainment. Some call it addiction-personality. Others call it sadism. I, of course, prefer the latter. And so. The thing about compulsive behaviourism as both a sickness and national quest, not unlike going to the moon oh so many years ago only to reach the unprofitable point of never returning, is that it’s hard to see all the moments of death by a thousand cuts. You swim in bullshit/batshit long enough you can never know anything different. Or. More important. There is no return to anything that could have possibly been normal. And so.

When there’s nothing left to be made. When all cookies have been distributed. When all that’s left is seeing others on TV humiliate themselves–aka President Piss-Hair and his dipshit #MAGA hat wearing pissers–where do you turn? That’s right. You turn to betting pools in the confines of the corporate structures that house what’s left of your mind. You literally bet on the death of others for your personal entertainment–because, well, where else can you get meaning? Which can only raise yet another worst-question: since it’s no longer about how far and wide the depths of fail-upward #Americant can go… It’s now about how to first begin the trek of getting out of this mess. Or?

Na. Go buy something instead. And so.

Bet on everything till there’s nothing left? Or. Aren’t you already there? #Nomatter.

Good luck suckers–and snakes.

Rant on.


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Praise Be To The Bighorn Sheep Of The Monolith Mountain Of Stupid

The one true god. Or maybe not.

Sub (or worst) title (2): Making über fun of conservatism because… well…

  • it can’t understand Kubrick’s monolith
  • it’s fun making fun of stupid

First. Conservatism ain’t and never was about workers. You know, workers being the same as the-working-poor. For don’t you know, dear worst-reader, there’s no such thing as a poor conservative. Or? I mean. There are plenty of stupid people. There are also plenty of poor poeple. And so. Put stupid and poor together, add in a bit of faux-newz plus Limbaugh & co., and there you have it. Never before have stupid poor people joined the ranks of their own demise until the late twentieth century rise of post Ronald Reagan #Americant. Indeed. But let’s not get too tied-up high-n-dry in the never-more of #Americant politics. Or?

Second. It’s been a while, eh dear worst-reader? I mean. For a while there, recently, I thought I was gonna give up worst-blogging. Then I got to thinking: there have been times before that I wasted a thought or three about quitting this nonsense. And by quitting I don’t just mean worst-blogging. For in these times of greed and stupidity there is so much to quit. And so. Let’s just call the last two months of nothingness… a hiatus (see previous post)? Yeah. Whatever.

Worst-subject of the day? Well, don’t you just know it. Somewhere hidden deep in your bones–or is it the amygdala part of the brain–there lies a worst-writer issue worth addressing–and, perhaps, worth bringing worst-writer out of hiatus semi-pseudo-retirement. And so. The worst subject of the day is all about STUPID. As in: LAND OF FREE TO BE STUPID. Which means: your question, dear worst-reader, can only be: oh, worst-writer, but how STUPID is #Americant? Good question. Yeah, let’s go there.

It all worst-begins with a helicopter flying around the good looking wasteland canyons of Utah in search of bighorn sheep. For, don’t you know, dear worst-reader, helicopters are needed by the state to look after sheep–as in: don’t let the flock run amok. Shame the same doesn’t work for sheeple, right? Also. Here’s another idear and/or worst-thought about what this is/could be about: them bighorns gotta live large, don’t you know. For they are a protected species. And. Once again. Sheep do need protection. Gee! I’m now wondering if these protected sheep wear red hats with something really, really, really stupid written on them? You know. Like: MAKE AMERICA EVEN STUPIDER! #Nomatter.

While this helicopter is flying around and looking out for bighorn sheep, the pilot is distracted by something in them-thar canyons. You know, something bright, something shinny, something like a boob but probably a bit more distracting. Indeed. Something that may or mayn’t make the dog in your head go: squirrel! And so. Worst-writer can only guess that the pilot is distracted by a glow caused by natural or unnatural phenomena under the hooves of bighorn sheep. Keep in mind, since the area is protected land, any and all observable anomalies have to be recorded in the name of… you guessed it: protecting the environment. Yeah, we know how rural bumfcuk #Americant loves a good investigation into the suspiciousness of inspecting the environment. And so.

Thanks to the wonders of GPS tracking and a few too many loudmouths here and there within the confines of conformist government agencies, soon a monolith–i.e. the glow that stirred our pilot, derelict mentioned previously–is the centre of Utah nowhereland along side a bit too much television-interwebnet for-stupid-people. And so. If you want to know more about the monolith that made it to the newz, see the links below. For, don’t you know, dear worst-reader, such a ornament, work of art, sign from the heavens, actually interests me very little. Reason? I’m all in on monoliths. I understand how they can be interpreted by some (#MAGA hat wearing morons) as something that they are not. For. Indeed. I get what Kubrick was up to in 2001 Space Odyssey. Yet if it weren’t for the reaction by certain #Americant reactionaries (#MAGA hat wearing morons), the likes of which have, for all practical purposes, long since overtaken my beloved & missed united mistakes, I would have just let this thing go.

But we are here to worst-write about STUPID–of which there is so much to wort-write about. Am I wrong.

The worst-thing that caught worst-writer’s interest about this monolith thing is this: will/can those interested in this phenomenon react to it not unlike Stanley Kubrick predicted? That is. Here’s the thing. The reaction to this phenomenon is two fold: The monolith…

  • was planted by aliens
  • is a golden (biblical) calf, i.e. false god and in the confines of #MAGA hat wearing #Americant must be destroyed at all costs, even if that cost entails missing out on your next ice cream with sparkles

Either way, dear worst-reader, those who have picked up on this newz report are trying to turn it into yet another proverbial match that could/should be thrown into the gaslight of #Americant politics lead by right-wing batshittery. Again. Am I wrong.

But before I worst-continue with calling-out my republican, conservative brethren (for all their STUPID), allow me to provide a bit of context. If you haven’t seen Kubrick’s 2001 Space Odyssey, here’s a quick worst-writer summary. First. 2001 Space Odyssey is a three-part movie from the mindset of the 1950s to the end of the 1960s. That mindset, of course, is driven by comic-book sci-fi but is also a stream of consciousness if not picturesque cinematic novel.

In reverse order, part three of the movie is a 1960’s drug induced fantasy sci-fi without beginning and end–which may or may not be the end of ALL stream of consciousness antics post Ronald Reagan (hence Kubrick’s vision). Part two is a sci-fi wonder that is, like so many other Kubrik movies, unfinished but still worth watching (I’m thinking of the movie AI). Part one of the movie is the crutch of the film and depicts what is simply titled: The Dawn of Man. It is part one of this movie that #Americant conservatism can’t understand or grasp or comprehend but is somehow pushed to the forefront by those who embody so much STUPID all on account they can’t interpret anything unless it’s portrayed on a bumper sticker or a t-shirt.

In part one of Kubrick’s masterpiece a monolith plays a pivotal role along side prehistoric man. Or should I say: along side the precursor of man? #Nomatter. It is the monolith that depicts man’s awakening (at man’s evolutionary dawn). In fact, this monolith is so powerful that the movie suddenly breaks from prehistoric but upright evolved man to space flight as it continues directly into part two. What an achievement eh. But could Kubrick have known–back then–that his monolith would eventually be over-taken by #MAGA hat wearing morons in the name of #Trump and THE LAND OF FREE TO BE STUPID because the grand teapot in the sky says so? For, don’t you know, dear worst-reader, this monolith thingy that has been in the newz of late is being seen as exactly that which it is not. It is not a false god that must be torn down. It is instead a request (to humanity) to cut out all the STUPID.

But I die-gress.

As you’ll note in the links below, especially the video link of the #MAGA-religious idiots tearing down a subsequent monolith that was put up in California and thereby claiming that #Americant is a christian nation… I mean… Come on! How far does #Americant religious batshittery have to go before a second enlightenment need come? Am I wrong, dear worst-reader? Do you get what the enlightenment was really about? What it was for? What purpose it served? Or are you too waiting for a second enlightenment–so that we can finally move on from what obviously made #Americant so f’n STUPID post Ronald f’n Reagan to president pee-pee-hair? I mean. Seriously. Fake monoliths, somehow installed on government land, make the eyes pop out of people because somehow, somewhere, they are reminded of the fact that Stanley Kubrick took certain liberties with an Isaac Asimov story and thereby turned an object of something or another (a monolith) into a religious symbol that ultimately brought mankind out of the intellectual darkness only so that it could eventually devolve back to that same darkness in the form of president piss-hair and his money-grubbing, fail-upwards followers. Or maybe not. Anywho.

Let the devolution continue. That way at least worst-writer can still be entertained.

Rant on.