How easy is it, dear wort-reader, to go through life doing the easy wrong and thereby avoiding the difficult right? Well, according to #eurowasteland (Europe), it’s even easier. In fact, my beloved #americant isn’t much different. Indeed, these brothers and sisters, these kissing cousins, these inbred westerners–split by an ocean–of nevermore… rule the world with the lusciousness of consume-to-survive pions so willingly ruled by mongers who are the few & far between riding on backs of the less or ill-informed of nothingness, meritlessness and a past of war, greed, abuse, etc.
In my previous post, I thought I could get away with making a connection between the war-mongering scoundrels of #eurowasteland and the greed-mongering sex scandals of (my beloved) #americant. But I think I might have bitten off more than I can chew. Still, I’m leaving the post up. In fact, it’s really the picture that I included with my previous post that I should change. But. In keeping with the stubbornness that has lead to this/my worst-life of being the most successful useless-eater ever, I’m leaving it all in place and adding a little more to it. Basta!
Hence, the pic here probably fits better there. But I–worstwriter–digress.
With that in mind, I still think there is a way to connect the behaviour of war-mongers with that of sex-mongers–the details of which I’ll leave up to the scientists. Just as there is a connection with young men raised by ignorance and knowing only abuse, there is a connection to how #eurowasteland has tried and failed to rid itself of its past, which was/is so blatantly obvious in how it has handled these mock trials over the years after the war of the former Yugoslavia. I mean, come on. Why the hell are these trials even in the public sphere? Or am I the only one that is NOT surprised that a nut job Croat can pull off a Shakespearean death on live TV? Wow. Says a lot about #eurowasteland.
Which brings me to the following worst-conclusion: more poison please.
What’s the one thing that connects all of the recent sex abuse bullshit, dear worst-reader? Ok. Yea. It might be something about stupid white men. (But then there’s the few and far between non-white men that seem to do the same thing.) Then there’s the issue of power. Yea. That’s the ticket, ain’t it? Or maybe not. Indeed. Is there a single thing, a thread that weaves through all this krapp that is #americant and a bit too much daddy-do-good mixed with sexual repression? And so. Are you sitting down, dear worst-reader? Cause here comes some worst-writer galore. Yea, baby!
Pick. Your. Poison.
We are now deep into a world that is literally sustaining itself on
the laurels of the past,
the nothingness of the now and
the meritlessness of the future.
Mixed together, baby, this is our poison. And. As you know. Poison doesn’t necessarily have to kill you. But there’s more.
Not only Matt Lauer but also Charlie Rose–and a whole bunch of other men-of-ill-repute–did not get where they are without sharing one very important thing. They were able to get ahead, to get their outrageous contractual paydays, all that money/power because they rode the backs of the willing. That’s right, baby. Thousands, tens of thousands, millions of people who could have done what these men do–to get their power–could also do their job. But instead they let their backs be ridden. Did you get that? Let me worst-re-write it again.
There is nothing these men do that millions of others couldn’t do. Just like most people/men who run corporations these days, don’t you know. In fact, it’s no different than war-mongers. Or perturbed patriarchs that claim to love their families. The only difference is that these nut jobs that are all over the mind bending airwaves are the cream of the crop of meritlessness run amok. Which begs the question: How thefuck do you get on someones back?
A little, bitter side story from worst-writer’s past:
I met with a marketing manager once from the corporate headquarters of Adidas in Germany. We were pushing some fancy new URL parsing software to them that would enable a new level of marketing and merchandising on the Internet (late 90s). At the time the software was perfect for manufacturers of consumer products. But here’s the thing. I was there for two days pitching our software and I had to meet with the vice president of corporate marketing. Whoopee, eh! But guess what? The guy turned my stomach. I mean, he was a perfect human specimen–if you’re life is a glossy magazine that appeals to a meritless consume-to-survive society. He was over six feet tall. He had perfect full hair that together with his full shaven beard was perfectly groomed every moment of the day. I mean, he had one of those full beards that grew while you were talking to him. In fact, I’m sure he had the most expensive Braun razor in his office where he could shave three or four times a day. His clothes were perfectly tailored, including his shoes. He looked as though he was in perfect health, too. Yet when he opened his mouth at certain moments while being pitched he was as stupid as a redneck stuck under a car named the general lee. The guy could barely formulate a sentence. Of course, he was German and the whole pitch was in English. But come on. A guy this high on the corporate ladder and he mumbled like a moron and he barely knew what the Internet was? How do these people get these jobs?
But before I get too far off subject.
My worst-point is this. Sex scandal here or there, it’s time for someone to grow up. Between the abusers and the accusers–this is getting out of hand. Where will all this lead? The way all these men are dropping from their worlds has something more to say about the world than it does about male behaviour. And as far as all the women are concerned… It might be time to consider not turning your trauma into a farce. Charlie Rose and Matt Lauer earn the big bucks, right? Yet maybe it’s time to ask a simple question: how do these people get ahead while leaving so many others behind?
Now don’t get me wrong. I got no problem with big money earners. That is, as long as you earn the money on your own back. It’s when you earn it on the backs of others… That’s when I get ticked-off. And I’m starting to get the feeling that a lot of women out there are also going that extra greedy mile to get something off the back of someone else–just because they can. Matt Lauer and Charlie Rose and Harvey Weinstein all earn outrageous sums of money. And for what? Indeed. Who are the people that so gallantly (sarcasm off) enable these assholes?
Corporatism. Tribalism. Get your gun (or poison) Johnny!
Even if I’m way off base bringing together a war-mongering criminal like the asshole in the pic above and the likes of Matt Lauer, I’m gonna go with it. There is something that all of these people have in common. There is something out there the enables men and their abuse. Power? Money? Greed? Sex? Nationalism? Blah. Blah. Blah. The state-of-things means that it’s time for a lot more people to check their poison drawers. Humanity can only take so much meritlessness.
Only in the land of free-to-be-stupid where 1st and 2nd amendments lay waste to, well, the ultimate stupidity, can you get fired for a deserved traffic gesture. On the other hand, some nutcase can beat his wife, get a military discharge that is not dishonourable, and then go about his bidness of being fcuking stupid, stupid, stupid–not unlike the morons that have given way to the stupidity of republican politics (including Hillary)–and shoot up a church. Oh wait. Am I worst-mixing things up here, dear worst-reader? Maybe so. But with that in mind…
Way to go #americant. I reckon it’s a good thing that something like this (see pic above and its corresponding link below) takes place because, well, if one considers the amount of time it may take for an otherwise ignorant populace to wake up (and smell the roses of distaste they have sewn for themselves) the/a window of opportunity (to change $hit) may have passed, passed, past.
I guess, considering what happens to a female that flips (her) bird to a Trump motorcade (pic above), it’s a good thing no one got a picture of me flipping a limp-dick Hitler salute to a passing Dick Cheney motorcade… back in the day. I was walking one morning down Mass Avenue in DC, still drunk but conscious enough after a night of debauchery, to realise Cheney’s motorcade was passing. It was just before some new-fangled war mongering was about to take place–that only dip$hit Dubya and his war-mongering cronies could come up with. You know, the shit these nutbags pull off on account they can only achieve through destruction (and not creation). Anywho. When I saw Cheney’s motorcade acoming, I couldn’t help but raise my right hand and arm. Heil Cheney–you rat-fink, chickin-hawk coward! And so…
Come on #americant. Have you all lost your balls or have you always been this way while suffocating in a state of Orwellian perpetual war? Oh wait. Say! There’s a sale at the mall (or at your race-to-the-bottom Amazon website). Or how ’bout buying something on an equity loan in the hopes you too can partake in the leadership of free-to-be-stupid democracy?
You’d think that a criminal indictment of a presidential candidates campaign worker would be enough to fulfil the greed-needs of mongers, i.e. stupid white people that are unable to cope with the harvest they’ve sewn. No. Seriously. Harvest. Like a harvest of wheat totally and completely compromised by excessive ergot exposure. Are republicans finally so high (ergot poisoning) that even they can’t tell the difference between stupid and more stupid? But I digress.
I’m worstwriting, of course, about my beloved #americant and its current iteration of humanity’s grandest experiment. Btw, let’s worst-look at the word indictment:
Indictment: An indictment is a formal accusation that a person has committed a crime.
Unlike being arrested, where a policeman takes you in after you’ve committed a crime, i.e. given him/her reason to take you in, an indictment is like a letter from a dire foe that seals the deal of your destined failed relationship with not only fear but reality for the $hit you’ve done and tried to sweep under the rug. Of course, is any of this a surprise? Just check out the chart above, stolen from DailyKos. The coolest thing about the chart? Check out Barry-0’s record of trouble with the law. Is that cool or what? Do you miss him, too? Oh wait. If you’re #americant and dependent on the greed-mongering you live in, I guess you don’t like Barry-O. But on that issue, I digress once more.
And so. What are we (yes, I’m still an #americant, too) really dealing with in these times of free-to-be-stupid? Well, according to the newz–that I’ve been avoiding for the last two weeks–the proverbial $hit may be hitting the fan for president stupid (#Trump). Would you believe his chief of staff has publicly admitted to a new level of stupidity? The Civil War, according to mister chief of staff, was caused by an inability to compromise. Whaaaa! I can’t believe what I’m reading. Does this person know nothing about the years of abolition prior to the Civil War? Oh wait. We’re in the land of president stupid and his dumba$$ minions–not unlike the morons that voted for him thinking that he’s gonna drain the swamp.
To add oil to the stinky flame of stupid, the US congress, filled with morons that more directly represent the morons of land of the free-to-be-stupid, have reversed the small attempt under the Barry-O administration to put some curbs on banks thereby letting cheated consumers sue them. That’s right, dumba$$es. If your bank screws you, if equifax screws you, if insurance screws you… you now have no recourse other than to submit your complaint to a group of men who have been hand picked by the entity you’re suing–who will then arbitrate your complaint.
“…the longer they talk about identity politics, I got ’em. I want them to talk about racism every day. If the left is focused on race and identity, and we go with economic nationalism, we can crush the Democrats.” -Steven Bannon.
The thing about hate is how it can go so well so unseen. I experienced this growing up in the suburban hell of my beloved #americant. The other thing about hate is how it can have so many faces. Then there’s where it comes from. My, oh my. Tricky little devil, ain’t she. Then again, love isn’t as diverse as hate (can be)? Or is that just my POV on account I’m so skewed by love-hate? Wait. I’m not skewed. Am I? Love has just screwed me. And love, for Simplicity’s Sake–that old Bitch, has been commandeered by half the human population. Indeed. Love has been turned into a weapon. A weapon of mass… sc(r)ew you. But I’m waaaaaay of subject. And so. I digress.
The quote above is from the infamous Steve Bannon. For those who don’t know who he is, just remember this: if there is anything or anyone that better represents what #Trump really is and what Trumpism is about, it’s Steve Bannon. Ever since this guy first entered the political realm of free-to-be-stupid #americant, I’ve been looking through the mirror window of my past, of my home, of that place I love-hate–and miss dearly. But I’ve already said that. Again. Digress.
Bitter and forced to under-achieve, stupid white men rule this moment (of history). And not unlike facing a sell-out for the first time, I must ask this question: if something is sold-out, who’s buying (it)? And there you have it. The buyers of the hate and simplemindedness that must culminate in all these years of conservatism run amoke, i.e. republicans, can only culminate in the likes of Steve Bannon. If there is one thing I learned from the love-hate of getting divorced it’s this: there really is nothing like the sk(r)ewed mind of hate born out of love. For me that’s a hard pill to swallow–on account I saw all those Disney love stories she saw. Yet. I’ve always thought the opposite of hate is NOT love but instead: respect. Oh well. Let’s stay on worst-subject, shall we.
At some point in his life Steve Bannon must have known love. Yet. For me? The transition of love-hate began a long time ago–not unlke Bannon. Yet again. I cannot hate like Bannon or the Steve Bannons of this world. Why is that? At best I’m least half a stupid white man. Let’s attempt to worst-elaborate, shall we?
When I was in junior highschool I went off on a teacher and told her to go fuck herself with her mother’s dick. Within about an hour I faced the principle of the school in his office and he put a bar of soap in front of me and a bucket of water. He told me that if I didn’t wash my mouth out with that soap within the next two minutes he was was going to hit me so hard with a wooden paddle–that he proceeded to take out of his desk–and I noticed that it had large holes drilled in it for aerodynamic effect–that I wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week. I stared at him and wondered what he would look like with his mother’s dick in his ass. Then I bit off such a large chunk of that bar of soap and began swishing and chewing it around my mouth that the principle’s secretary, who was also in the room, started to gasp. When I was finished and suds were dripping down my chin, the principle told me to put my hands on the edge of his desk and lean in. I did. He then got behind me with his paddle and said: now you won’t be able to sit down for the rest of the day. He whaled on my ass. (Btw, that was the first of three times I was beaten–or as they liked to call it: disciplined–with a wooden paddle by school administrators and/or teacher while attending #americant public schools.)
The problem with the Bannon types that have emerged is not the arbitrary and often blatant hate that they espouse. It’s the fact that there are many out there who believe this hate is an anomaly. With that in mind, welcome to a world where so few really, really bad dudes (n)ever got their mouths washed out with soap.
PS By-the-buy, the quote at top of this post is more than a strategy to defeat the rational mind. What it really is, what it represents, is the good in the very, very few that cannot find a way out because, well, our mouths have been washed too often out with soap. Fuck you.
As I’ve said here, #americant deserves #Trump. And. From the get-go, nomatter what believers (i.e. the fail upwards middle-classes) claim as they are chocking on that belief, there was no doubt in my mind that president über-stupid likes the peepee. Now. I suppose it’s debatable if he’s one of them perverts that likes to watch the/his women-folk pee or if he likes the other version–being peed on. But there’s no doubt that he likes the stuff–probably the yellower (or is it goldener) the better. And since the pee-dossier (see link below) has received some new life in the media, why not begin the arduous task of researching whether or not #Trump actually kissed his mother with that butthole of a mouth he sells (and #Americants have bought whole-heartily). No. Seriously. Dearest worst-reader! Get this. If/when #Trump gets impeached or quits, the idiot base that elected him will replace him. Indeed. The religious $hitbags will then have finally gained what they always wanted. Seriously. That’s it. There will be more wars of choice. Further looting of the treasury. And women will be required–according to the standards dictated by inept interpretation of a book written during the bronze-age–to bear the children of men… that like to be peed on.
Of course, the saddest thing about #Trumps despicable, obscene, abominable behaviour is that the really bad stuff in the pee-dossier will not only reveal some truths about the man but, perhaps, the whole of the united mistakes of #americant. Yea, baby.
What do most children do when confronted about lying? Indeed. They lie. I suppose parents who teach those kids not to lie are doing the right thing. But isn’t the real reason why the kids lie in the first place the more pertinent issue? Then again, is the real reason anyone lies ever addressed? The only thing that is addressed is the act of lying. I reckon that’s the whole point of having a legal system, eh. Wait. Confused. Start again.
The thing that bugs me most about this fcuked up world I’m supposed to live in is capitalism’s one-way street. In my worst-opinion, I think capitalism would work much better if it were a two-way street. On top of that, I hate the idear of corporations, i.e. the mechanisation of capitalism and how they pretty much directly rule the world. But don’t get me wrong, dear worst-reader. I do actually like capitalism and don’t mind the fact that a corporation’s purpose is to seek out profit. But here’s the thing…
What do you do when profit becomes your lie? What do you do when the people of a corporation–or perhaps even all of capitalism–collectively lie? It’s hard to detach yourself from profit, from a salary, from the very foundation that is your existence, eh. Here is where a two-way street would he helpful. Not only is today’s capitalism a one-way street but it’s also enabled by people who have unlearned what mothers tried to teach them. Oh, the motivation of money. Oh, the motivation of a compliant legal system. The motivation of a mother’s false love. Etc.
Having just scanned a few articles about diesel cars (which I’ve touched upon here before) and egg contamination, a worst-thought ran through me-mind. The best form of lying in order to make profit and/or exploit others for profit, has to be the insurance industry. The insurance industry, unlike manufacturing, war-profiteering or medicine, relies solely on lying in order to make profit (or even exist). The whole concept of hedging ones risk, which is the intellectuals definition of insurance, is based on fraud from the get-go. Or am I totally into worst-writer territory here? With that in mind, is it such a long-shot to assume, just as individuals self-preserve with insurance fraud, that corporations and perhaps even the whole of capitalism itself, would/could do the same?
The diesel emission scandal, for example. How is it that after all these years of profiting from diesel engines, suddenly car makers are being called out for lying about emissions? How is that millions upon millions of chickens lay even more millions of eggs per day and suddenly, out of the blue, as though no one ever managed the chickens or the eggs, the eggs are contaminated? Btw, was the billions of dollars used to bail out banks in 2008 (and GM in 2009) anything different than an insurance claim? Wait. Perhaps that’s going too far.
Through the miracle of self-preservation, which drives individuals to commit insurance fraud–by setting fire to their houses or cars in the hopes of big insurance claim payouts–isn’t it possible that egg makers and car makers would resort to the same tactic to cover the losses caused by not only their blatant lying but also their $hitty management skills? The payout being corporate tax breaks for the losses they will claim. Again, after all these years of producing diesel engines, it’s just now being noticed how much $hit and filth those engines spew into the air? Or could the real (true) issue be that those who manage car makers haven’t managed the whole shebang very well and there’s simply too many of these cars that they can’t sell (exorbitant surplus)? The real problem is that corporations today are run by little $hit kids with über college degrees who never learned to tell the truth because they either had no mommies or their mommies are just as stupid as they are. Or better yet. It’s time to finally blame mommies for not letting their sons become just plan old $hit kicker, redneck, hate filled cowboys–or dentists.