Death Of The Death Starr

Ken Starr – Wikipedia

Ken Starr – Wikipedia

Now that the #OKBoomers are slowly but surely meeting their makers, it’s time for a bit of worst-subtle rejoicing. For, don’t you know, dear worst-reader, as a tail-end #OKBoomer, worst-writer holds no pride in his generational adherence. Together with the lost, silent and greatest-generations, who else should carry the guilt-burden of having turned the world into the $hithole it’s become? How is that $hithole best exemplified? Ronald Reagan. Margaret Thatcher. Or should I just generalise them with the name conservatives? Indeed. But let’s not get caught up in the king-makers. How bout those many and forever inbetween gate-keepers–all with that conservative bent that turns their insides into the same ugly, disgusting rot and filth that is their outsides. With that in worst-mind, good riddance Ken Starr. The world is a better place without you and your perverted sense of righteousness, holistic amorality and, of course, let’s not forget, your obsession with presidential consensual oral sex.

Rant on.

-T