Divine Inspiration Jaw Drop

It’s true, dear worst-reader. My jaw dropped lower than ever before this morning. And don’t you know, dear worst-reader, while enjoying my morning tea and scanning the newz I happened across a vid where an old white dude from misplaced white-country Arizona USA declared… Wait for it. Long Pause.

Ok. Before I get to the jaw-dropping moment allow worst-moi to explain something about one of the foundational pillars upon which my beloved & missed united mistakes of #Americant rests. That pillar is religion. Two of the other pillars, of course, are money and war. Now. Don’t get me wrong. As far as religion is concerned, to each his own–as the saying goes. I’m ok with religion. (Obviously I have more problems with war & money. But that’s another worst-post.) The thing is. I got no problem with religion as long as it’s kept in your church or in your bedroom. Bring it out in the open and make it part of public life…. Hold on there, sport. That’s when I jump ship. In fact, dear worst-reader, religion and religious dogma is one of the motivators for my expatriation from my beloved & missed #Americant. With that in worst-mind, I should disclose, I jumped ship for #Eurowasteland. Nothing else need be worst-said about the perversions and horrors that is the history of #Eurowasteland religion. On the other hand, in these modern times, obviously due to recent history, religion has taken a back seat in the fail-upward vehicle that is #Eurowasteland. But before I get off worst-subject.

It is a tenant of my faith that the Constitution is divinely inspired.

-Rusty Bowers, speaker of Arizona’s House of Representatives, June 21, 2022

In the vid linked above the jaw-dropping moment occurs at around 9:45. I cannot believe what this man is saying. I’ve replayed it numerous times since. In the meantime, moving my dropped jaw out of the way in order to activate my iPad, putting it in hyper-turbo research mode, I tracked down a transcript of this video. And I kept reading it, dear worst-reader. Even as I worst-write these words, the space between my heart and mind rumbles. Jack-hammer rumble, baby.

But why, worst-writer?

Well. Thanks for the inquiry, dear worst-reader.

The thing is, as blatant as religious indoctrination can be, it’s sometimes difficult to show the dogma machine at work, where it can be measured, where its physical presence can be witnessed. Obviously, considering the religious propensities of #Americant over the (insert your number here) years, there are other examples of how things have gotten out of hand. Just give a listen to so-called religious institutions in #Americant and where religion has seeded itself in both public and private life. They have radio, TV, mega-churches, prayer breakfasts, required prayer in schools and let’s not forget that whole In God We Trust printed on the almighty dollar. But to hear dogma in physical form, to see it’s mouth move, it’s old, dry skinned head, old dry blemishes included, manifest within the confines of what could or should be the greatest human experiment in history at the behest of f’n ENLIGHTENMENT–within the walls of so-called Democracy, freedom, etc.–is shocking. Or am I the only one to see through this man’s false, if not misguided, humanity?

It is a tenant of my faith that the Constitution is divinely inspired.


As far as my reading of history goes, dear worst-reader, the founding fathers of #Americant wrote the Constitution in-spite of religion. At the time, of course, it was difficult if not impossible to be an atheist and thereby serve in both public and private life–with any success. Ain’t that why the likes of Thomas Jefferson & Co labeled themselves Deists? Indeed. But here we are, dear worst-reader.

Afeared yet?

Good luck suckers.

Rant on.



Meaninglessness Meaning Mean

How bout the weather in #Eurowasteland these days, dear worst-reader? Yesterday D’dorf hit 36°c (96°f). For a place where air conditioning is only available in your car, that’s pretty friggin hot. For the past two days we have had all the windows closed, the shades drawn and we’ve taken great care not to leave any terrace or patio doors open so as to not let in the heat. Or is it not let out the cold remaining in our flat from a long and wet winter? #Nomatter. Although it’s a task to keep our flat cool for the whole of summer, we need to do all we can to hinder that such an early heatwave doesn’t extend the inevitable. The way this summer is going, I’m sure by the end of June or early July there will be nothing we can do to prevent things from heating up. With that in worst-mind, I actually took a sun-bath nap in the late afternoon yesterday and when I woke my sun-lounge was drenched with sweat. Did I achieve the right amount of tan-line that my better-half digs? Maybe. Then again, after spending the last three weeks in the cold and rain of the Baltic coast, a bit of über-sun felt pretty good even though it was the hottest June day ever in some parts of Germany. Plus. It gave me a chance to catch up on some reading. With that in worst-mind…

How is it that some think there is a new kind of right-wing in my beloved & missed united mistakes of #Americant? Or did you not know that Republicans, in contrast to Democrats, need a new thing every now and then? According to the Vanity Fair article that motivated this post, there is whole bunch of unsung diversity among Republicans. But before I worst-get to that. It’s not enough that the right-wing of my beloved & missed #Americant, especially the bat$hit right-wing of the Republican Party (for there is certainly a right-wing of the Democratic Party–but that doesn’t mean I’m a bothsiderist), has found ways to branch out, diversify, interject new and bold idears, it’s mostly about how they are shameless in doing it. As much as it hurts to admit, I’ve admired Republicans because of this for a while now. Whether it’s the bat$hit of Alex Jones, the man-child, trustxfund baby whining of Tucker Carlson or the buffoonery of thumb in arse to thumb in mouth that is #Trump, Republicans sure do know how to mix things up. The thing that entertains worst-moi about it all, though, is how much I laugh and giggle and cackle watching #Americants eat it all up while #Trumpist wave smelly fingers in front of their faces. Hee-haw, baby.

The worst-thing is, dear worst-reader, the Democratic Party, as middle of the road as it has become in the past (insert your number here) years, can’t seem to shake the stigma of nomenclature stuck somewhere between 1950 and the fall of the Berlin Wall. You know, the nomenclature that is communist, socialist, marxist, liberal, hippy, etc. I mean. Other than a few & far between lingerers that manage to traverse (or is intersect) political ideology, all the Democrats have is an Independent, Bernie Sanders, a feminists, Hillary, and a youthful and gorgeous millennial, AOC, who is from, of all places, Brooklyn. Wait. They are the only source of anything blue in the country, right? #Nomatter. My point is, Dems have no diversity–politically speaking. Wait. What about Antifa, you ask. Well. No. That ain’t it. Antifa is a right-wing thing, don’t you know. At the least, it’s part of the right-wing cartoon. At the least-least, Democrats should have embraced antifa. Instead they let faux-newz control its meaning changing if from being short for Anti-Fascist to being… whatever. Or do you really believe that some Democrats are fascist insurgents or proto-fascist enablers that want to take your guns away, force government paid abortions that will coincide with government paid contraception, prosecute you for yelling FIRE in a crowded theatre and don’t forget about all the porn that is gonna stream for free to pizza parlours where children are groomed for sexual slavery in basements while hooligan evangelists crush the paws of puppies. The cartoon working for you yet, dear worst-reader?

And now for a short worst-reality check. Considering that it was with a Democratic president (Clinton) that my beloved & missed #Americant enabled/facilitated its greatest post WW2 economic boom (Dotcom) and there hasn’t been anything like it since, Democrats are now the communists? Wow. That’s why it must be a struggle for Dems to do what Repubs do. Indeed. The Republican side knows how not only to get it’s mojo on but how to keep it on–viagra style, baby. So let’s worst-run down the list again: the tea-party, Neo-cons, Reaganites, #MAGA, Q-Anon and what I like to refer to as the brown-shirts aka The Proud Boys and Oath Keepers. Again. Wow. So much excitement on the right side of things.

The problem is, dear worst-reader, it’s not enough for political conservatism to have more political diversity in its ranks. It’s more about the idear that there always needs to be something more, something new, differentiators galore. Like a junky and his next hit or that same junky finding a better hit (fentanyl), it’s all about the hit. Conservatives have to push on and on and on because they can never see the one-way highway that is their only way. It’s almost as though, unlike liberal minded peoples, who IMHO are enlightened about the world, conservatives lust for illiberalism because it is the spark in their dried up forest they know they can always rely on in a pinch. A/The pinch that will save their arses when/if/as the world comes to an end because, well, illiberal peoples the world over are usually not smart enough to work or manage their way out of a problem–but instead rely on coercion and violence and authority–to just burn it all down instead of admitting to so much un-enlightenment. The saddest part is liberals don’t have time to care. Reason? I’m not quite sure. Is it passivity? Too many generations of leisure? Weed? How political conservatism has murdered culture just like it decimated the countries manufacturing base? I don’t know. More worst-thought on that perhaps in a later worst-post.

Right-wingers are easy prey to the whims and idiosyncrasies of reactionary politics, particularly when politics are cartoonish. Conservatism breeds anti-intellectualism, anti-science, religious dogma, the want of a saviour, but also a former president that spends more time in the morning on his hair than he does learning about the world, etc. That’s not to say that The Left doesn’t have diversity. It’s just that, for worst-writer, labels like Antifa, which, to my surprise has its own wiki post associating it with the U.S., or Socialists like Bernie and AOC, simply can’t play the cartoon game. First. Enlightened peoples (Liberals) can see through the bull$hit of the one-way highway that is The Right. This was best exemplified when former prez pee-pee-hair commented after Charlottesville there were fine people on both sides. WTF? But there’s one new thing right-wingers have up their sleeve that not many people are concerned about. But should be.

In the end, baby, it’s all about the money.

As mentioned above, right-wingers have the tea-party, Q-Anon, #MAGA, etc. These people are the minions. Dems have Hillary and, perhaps, Hunter Biden’s laptop (or is it Benghazi)? This is cartoonish media fodder. #Nomatter. But there’s now something else right-wingers can pull out of their cartoon hat and thereby maintain control of the spark and their dried-up, old white man forest. Some call them Libertarians. Neo-liberals might also be a/their buzzword. In any case, these are people, according to the article below, that somehow claim, rationalise, that their beliefs (ideology) transcends both sides of the #Americant political spectrum which may or may not make them neutral or, at best, not radical. How ingenious of them, eh? But all worst-sarcasm aside.

The author of the article, who I’m guessing is liberal, does a pretty good job of wadding in the shark waters of pseudo-republicans so he can get an interview. You know. He buttons-up for the money-mongers of both new-republicans waiting in the wings for the old republicans to all die-off and the money grubbers hell-bent on making sure that nothing as banal as government bureaucracy or legislation can get in the way of their über-selfish interests, e.g. Peter Thiel. Although worst-writer is aware of the likes of Peter Thiel and JD Vance, I would have appreciated a bit more brass-balls when writing about these people. Peter Thiel is an ideological horror show with a huge bank account. A bank account he is willing to open up to those who like his horror. Vance is the same but he’s dependent on Thiel because he is a politician–or the author of a very weird book. The main problem with Neo-liberals and/or libertarians, dear worst-reader, is simple. These are in essence bat$hit Republicans without (brass) balls. They will always be dependent on the past never thinking about the future. Well, at least they will never think about a future that doesn’t include money grubbing. Although they believe that they have better idears than the old guard, in essence, they are young $hit-flies regurgitating on the ancient dungheap at the foot of a dried up forest. Indeed. Unlike old Republicans who are the spark holders, these younger, money-grubbing Libertarians, having polished-up their right-wing jargon, and will do nothing to stop what is obviously the coming end of the perpetual state of slow-crash into a smoldering rotten forest that is my beloved & missed #Americant.
Good luck suckers.
Rant on, baby.


Proto Felony Murder

Worst-title 2: The history of abortion (in #Americant)

Until the latter part of the 20th century, there was no support in American law for a constitutional right to obtain an abortion. Zero. None.

Wow. I especially like the zero and none in the quote above. They are words a husband would use when talking to his wife about whether or not she can…

Don’t worry, dear worst-reader. If you’re unaware of the history of abortion in my beloved & missed united mistakes of #Americant, you’re not alone. But have no fear. The recent release of a ninety-eight page preliminary Opinion from #SCOTUS is all you’ll need. Indeed. Read it, like I just did, and you’ll know all you need to know–and then some. And don’t worry if you’re intimidated by legalese, other than the various uses of Latin, it’s a hoot to read.

For example. Get a load of the term quick fetus or quickening or quick-child. It’s used a quite a bit in this document. This stems out of a time when most people were clueless to how baby’s are made. All they knew was that a woman was with child and eventually the child in her would move. Hence, unenlightened knuckle dragging white men say: it’s life. And the sun still evolves around the earth, eh. Or is the earth too flat for that? (Sarcasm off.)

What about the title of this worst-post, Proto felony murder? Now that’s a doozy. In worst-writer’s reading of this whacked-out nut-mob stuck in the past opinion this terminology stems out of the same time mentioned above–where no one knew where baby’s come from–but connects those who perform abortions as enablers of a crime. This immediately made me think of what’s going on Texas right now. You know, they’ve not only banned abortion, can prosecute those who perform abortion, but they have put a bounty on the heads of those who assist in abortion. You know. Like an Über driver, a friend or even a husband/boyfriend/lover. Wow.

In reference to the 14th Amendment, check this out:

We hold that Roe and Casey must be overturned. The Constitution makes no reference to abortion, and no such right is implicitly protected by any constitution provision, including the one on which the defenders of Roe and Casey now chiefly rely–the Due Process Clause of the Fourteenth Amendment. That provision has been held to guarantee some rights that are not mentioned in the Constitution, but any such rights must be “deeply rooted in this Nation’s history and tradition” and “implicit in the concept of ordered liberty.” (Bold text mine.)

WTF does ordered liberty mean? Is that like new world order where corporations run the $hitshow? Or is it something the establishment holds over the wanton masses of a consume-to-survive life for having too much fun with bodily fluid exchange? All the above? I’ll refrain worst-writing anything about deeply rooted in this Nation’s history and tradition. Other than to worst-say, holly bat$hit is #Americant fcuked if these right-wingers get away with this krapp. Reason? The stuff in this Opinion, if submitted, is as heavy and deep as slavery, Native American genocide, war-mongering and two and half centuries of greed and nothing but greed. Even worse. This Opinion could enable turning back the suffrage movement, civil rights, gay rights, etc. Dark ages here we come. Oh wait. It’s already here. Indeed. Let’s go with Dark Ages version two.

Good luck suckers.

Rant on.



Boom Boom… Bang

When I was a kid, dear worst-reader, I played a few sports here and there. By the time I got to #Americant suburban hell high-school, at the encouragement of my sister, who knew that I wasn’t gonna be strong in academics (I am worstwriter), I decided to try my luck with sports. Playing sports, though, meant choices had to be made.

There are three seasons of sports in #Americant schools: fall, winter and spring. Prior to my first year in high-school, during open late summer try-outs, I was accepted to play football. After failing to be fast enough, strong or big enough, nor could I catch the leather egg shaped ball, an assistant coach saw me throw that ball. I was immediately told to report to the try-out area for quarterbacks. Within the first few weeks of the start of my first year of high-school, I was starting quarterback for the junior varsity team.

For the winter season I decided not to wrestle or play basketball. Although I tried wrestling, it wasn’t for me. Basketball? Na. Spring was a different story. For spring I was torn between baseball and tennis. I was leaning toward tennis but there was a hurdle. In baseball the only equipment you need to bring are the shoes or cleats. Same for football. Although it was frowned upon, I could use my football cleats on the baseball field (diamond). Tennis, on the other hand, required shoes and a racket. Now. There were loaner rackets but they were all old and rickety and scratched to hell. This was a time, the late 70s, when wood was still used to make tennis rackets. And then there are the shoes. Ok. I did have a second-hand tennis racket that a neighbour gave me, which is what I used on local tennis courts. But it wasn’t much better than the loan rackets from my school. You get the picture being worst-written here? I couldn’t afford the equipment. What could any low middle-class broken home kid do? #Nomatter

Long worst-story short, my mother pulled through and bought a new pair of Chucks (converse) for me but she said I’d have to play with my old racket and I’ve have to make the shoes last. Wow, I thought. At least I’m getting a new pair of shoes. The thing is, my style of serving on hard tennis courts, where I dragged the tip of my right foot all the time, meant that my shoes didn’t last very long. But guess what. My mom came through again. She found this really cheap jell like substance that I could add to my chucks so they wouldn’t wear down as fast. And that was that. Spring time meant tennis. Yeah. Thanks mom.

Do I regret choosing tennis over baseball? Sometimes. Maybe I could have made something of myself in baseball. But now that I’m older, looking back, I’m good with my choices. It all almost worked out. I mean. Being more than a high-school athlete was never in the cards for worst-moi. I don’t have the genetics for it or the mindset. But it did provide me with a touch of knowledge about how to judge the athletes in this world that do make it. When I watch a football game today, I can still feel the grass under old, raggedy cleats. I can still smell the air from night games. The sound of men crushing each other after making the perfect step in the direction to get that goofy ball to the end zone, rings loud. NFL players are wonders of the universe, dear worst-reader. Just like professional soccer players or olympic athletes and I know what they’ve all endured–because what I endured was only speck compared to them. That worst-said. I do not idealise professional athletes. Although I’m sure most of them have the genetics–or should I worst-say natural born athleticism–more than most don’t have the mindset. But hey! We all gotta make a living. So what the fcuk.

One of the greatest athletes of my youthful time in sports was Boris Becker. I called him Boom-Boom Becker. The thing is, my high-school tennis coach advised me to watch as much tennis as I could when I wasn’t practicing–or doing homework (yeah, right). He told me to watch player’s styles and the way they hold and dribble the ball before serving. Watch the way both feet leave the ground as they serve. Check out where they place their thumb on the racket during backhand swings. Watch how they move around the court, the foot work. And then he added, the most important thing of all when it comes to playing tennis: look at how they watch that ball. They have hawk eyes for that ball.

Boom Boom Becker is one of my favourite tennis players. I also liked John McEnroe but he had one of the weirdest serves in tennis history. For serving he would position himself at the outer most part of the baseline, right next to the singles court line. He then started this wave like motion with the ball and racket together, bending his knees deeper than anyone, and on his way up to meet the ball, he slapped it. Did his style make his placement in the service box effective? Sure enough. Boom Boom, on the other hand, had the coolest serve. He would place himself as most servers did, next to the baseline centre mark. He too would start a waving motion with the ball and racket as though calibrating the two. The way he would throw the ball in the air and then perfectly meet it at its apex… boom! His serves would rocket across the net as though Zeus himself was on his side. Didn’t he win his first Wimbledon at seventeen, the youngest ever, with an ace?

Athletes and mindset are a thing to wonder, dear worst-reader. Unfortunately, in these times, natural born athletes that want to make it bigger than big, have to find ways to numb the mindset. Professional bike racers do it to the hilt, hence they’re all doped to the hilt so as to endure the physical as well as mental pain. Olympic athletes? Don’t get me started. Remember, dear worst-reader, we’re living in times where entire nations are banned from Olympic competition because their own countries pass out the dope. And what about football players? Oh my. What a drug fest that must be these days with the amount of NFL games they have to play per season. Yeah. Better living through chemicals is all about turning off the mental so that the physical blast through the wilds of the universe with a record forty yard dash will curb the mindset of of of… But hey. We all gotta make a living. At least make a living while the game is on.

My better-half and I were chitchatting about Boom Boom the other night as he was being sentenced to jail in London for doing a whole bunch of stupid $hit with other peoples money. I asked my wife if she felt bad for him (she’s more German than I am). She kinda does but added that jail time seems a bit harsh. I told her I don’t feel bad for Boom Boom but I do question how he has to go to jail when so many other institutions, corporations, CEOs, bankers, all of ‘em, go Scott-free after ripping the world off. And that’s the ticket, ain’t it, dear worst-reader? The only time people go to jail for this $hit is when it involves other peoples money, especially the money of the bankers, corporations, institutions, etc.

Can’t wait to see how Boom Boom looks when he gets out.

Rant on.



The Unbearable Lightness of Authoritarians

Worst-writer’s choice of title is playing, of course, with the title of the novel The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera. Who else hasn’t played with it, e.g. The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent maybe? Which I can’t wait to see. Or what about my second choice for title?

How the big lie swats away truth like its the baby’s bottom of communism version two point zero

Or how bout this one.

Under threat of state and authoritarian persecution, in the united mistakes of #Americant , are you ready to retract?

As I’ve worst-written here and here, I really dig Milan Kundera. I had a great time back in the day reading those novels. As a child of the Cold War he was part of my understanding of how that war played out in the minds of a whole bunch of #Eurowastelanders. Reason? Just as I was moving across the pond (expatriating) the wall fell. I got to know a few Eastern Europeans during and after that. Who doesn’t love peoples from western territories of the former Soviet Union all lusting for Marlboro reds, Levis, fun, and a ride across Berlin in a taxi that is also a Mercedes? And you gotta admire all those cute little countries that found their way to the west, aka as far as possible from what would become Soviet Union v.2 aka Vladimira Pussytina. But let’s not get-on about Latvia, Estonia, Moldova or, heaven forbid, Ukraine. More worst-writing about Ukraine here and here.

Milan Kundera’s work became even more profound for me as the realities of the post Soviet experiment came to light. Having moved to western Germany, it was all kinda close, don’t you know. Remember that whole East German Stasi thing? What a $hitshow that was. In other eastern countries things were getting worst and worse and worster. Remember Georgia? You know, Stalins birthplace. Oh yea. What about Yugoslavia? Croatia is the best place for hiking and mountain biking these days. Let’s not forget what’s happening in Ukraine that’s been brewing for the last decade. But. Again. I’m off worst-subject. And this worst-post ain’t about worst-writers mis-understanding of über-novels, commies or how fcuked-up #Eurowasteland really is.

After watching the video above, my worst-writer hat is off to Rachel Maddow. And don’t worry–I’m only a farfetched fan. There are times when I have to turn her podcast off (which is how I get her shows this side of the pond) on account she can carry on and on and on about whatnot. Is that what journalists call carrying-on, rambling, shootin the $hit, or is it all just editorialising? #Nomatter.

The juicy part of the vid that motivates this worst-post is at about 4:10 when Maddow shows how a journalist is being targeted for investigation by police because the journalist did some journalism. Now. That’s fine and dandy. These are worst-times to be living in, eh. What with #fakenews this or the media-that or CNN sucks or why the fcuk is Wolf Blitzer still on air? Wasn’t he on air when I expatriated thirty-five-friggin years ago? Anywho.

Maddow, at the beginning of the vid, makes it clear how/why so many #Americants hate the press. Again. Fine and dandy. Stupid people gotta live too, right? But here’s the thing. Maddow doesn’t make it clear how/why this is bigger than the press. Ever heard of death by a thousand cuts? Or what about creeping normality? Indeed.

So #Amercants hate the press because former prez pee-pee-hair said loud and clear, year after year, the big lie. #fakenews Maddow does a great job explaining that. Authoritarian rhetoric is to those of us who have a bit of knowledge about history exactly what authoritarians, totalitarians, dictators do best–especially to the dumb down masses. #Maga The thing is, though, they (authoritarians) aren’t just attacking the press. They drill the lie so deep into people that no one can think straight anymore. So who or what, in the vid, at the behest of the LA Sheriff, need be investigated for? Or. Put another worst-way. Who/what need be investigated or arrested or brought to justice because a journalist did her job reporting police abuse? Wait. What? Police abuse? What police abuse? Wow. So many unanswered worst-questions. Go figure. #FakeNews #Americant #Maga #Trump

Almost The Question

If/when succeeding with the big lie becomes the norm, what are the rest of us (rational thinking peoples) gonna do about the seventy-four or so million Cheeto-Jezus lovers and the guys that want to be just like him–as in the video? At the least, everything fake is here to stay for a while, eh. And now the police are not only abusing citizens but they are getting so bad at doing it that their over-reach is blatantly anti constitutional, anti freedom, anti antifa–but never anti-pee-pee-hair former presidents. Are these authoritarian types starting to show their true colours? Have they already and worst-writer missed it? Na. Don’t think so.

The Question

That brings me to the essence of my worst-question, dear worst-reader–that may or may not have to do with the video above. How were the police going to question the journalist if/when she has to face what ever it is the police do when they put someone under investigation like this? Keep in mind, as I worst-write this post, the situation seems to have simmered down because the police have faced a pretty significant backlash from lawyers of the fourth estate. But my question still remains. What is the intention of police investigating a journalist who has 1) broke no law or 2) has freedom of the press? Take her in a back room somewhere and interrogate her about her beliefs? Who she voted for? Is she part of the red scare? Does the journalist pictured, the one the policeman points to the most, look like a commie? See how he points his stick at her? Who are her sources? Who is the policeman talking to? #MAGA THE LAND OF FREEDOM TO BE STUPID, baby?

And now. The Unbearable Lightness of Being. In the book, dear worst-reader, Tomas (no relation) is apprehended by local goons (government minions) under the auspices of the totalitarian Soviet State that has occupied Czechoslovakia in the late 1960s. The reason he’s apprehended? He wrote some kind of an essay or manifesto that made objectionable comparisons to the communist takeover of his country with some Ancient Greek tell-tale about sons sleeping with their mothers and killing their fathers. You know. Typical literary stuff that puts chills into the spines of authoritarians since most of them couldn’t intellectually fight their way out of wet paper bags made from the foreskin of… And so they just get everyone to pledge their allegiance to Dear Leader. Or else.

I’m only guessing that the police, while publicly threatening a journalist, without cause, even showing her picture as though she was a suspect in a crime–which she clearly is not–because she’s a journalist and there is this thing known as freedom of the press and and and… Bare with me as I try to work through this.

I don’t know what the police want to investigate. And I don’t care. After seeing the video, dear worst-reader, all-things unbearable started to appear before all my worst-eyes. Are they after her sources? Did her story insult the police? Has she pulled a Snowden? Again. Don’t care. The thing I do care about is if things in my beloved & missed united mistakes of #Americant get so right-wing bat$hit that there is no no way out. Are we almost there? Are the police gonna start rounding up people and make them retract–their stories, their posts, their tweets? I mean. The definition of freedom has pretty-much been turned upside-down, especially considering how right-wingers use it to promote everything #fakenews or lost elections or voting rights. At the worst-least, is what I’m failing to get at in this worst-post in anyway comparable to goons that want to suppress all forms of dissent in a totalitarian state? Tomas, btw, was a doctor. When he wouldn’t publicly retract his manifest he lost his license to practice medicine and he never gave up on that conviction. Are we just a hop-skip-jump away from that? I know I’m stretching things here. But that’s how I feel after watching this video. That policeman looks like someone who wants to interrogate another person NOT for crimes but for her beliefs, her loyalties, her bent knee, who’s your daddy, obey, etc. Wow.

The thing that scares me the most with what’s happening to my beloved & missed #Americant is the creeping normality, the death by a thousand cuts that so many #Americants can’t see because they can’t see straight anymore after not only the big lie but their own inability #okboomer to get it together intellectually, socially or politically. Wow. And to think I saw it all coming forty years ago–a good ten years after I had to live in what Ronald Reagan began.

Good luck suckers.

Rant on.



Settling Family Business, KGB Godfather Style

Wow, dear worst-reader. Can things get any worst–for Russian oligarchs? I bet it can. You know why I’m making that bet? There are quite a few Russian oligarchs out there and it looks like Putin has only gotten to a half dozen of them. You know. Putin is settling family business. Like in the Godfather movie. The invasion of Ukraine is his alibi, don’t you know. Michael Corleone’s alibi was a godchild’s baptism, wasn’t it? Is there a difference between a godchild baptism and invading a country? OK. Let’s cut to the worst-chase. Putin is a wannabe pseudo-godfather nation-state two-bit peasant dictator and the world should hate him. Oh. And. Things are probably gonna get a lot more worst for Putin.

But what about all the dead oligarchs popping up all over the place?

Worst-writer is sure there isn’t a lot of mourning going on for a few dead Russian oligarchs. But I do feel for their families, especially when their children are being slaughtered along side them. Considering how these men got rich in the first place, dear worst-reader… wow. What a $hitshow of greed the sell-off of the Soviet Union must have been. Can you see it? Naked, knuckle dragging white men clamouring up walls of human flesh, grinding and piercing through bloodied skin and eyes and babies, making their way to the top. Obviously, over the past twenty or so years, Putin won the $hitshow of greed. Or did he? Could that be why he’s in such a panic right now? Add to that the left-behind and forgotten peasantry of Russia not being capable of ever knowing the difference between freedom and dictatorship… Yeah. What a f’n mess.

Since the start of the Ukraine war here’s what Putin has accomplished, according to worst-writer:

  • His February 22 speech was so bat$hit crazy, more on that here, history is gonna laugh at him forever
  • After more than two months of fighting he’s gotten himself into a quagmire which might be worse than The Soviet Union’s Afghanistan fiasco in the 1980s
  • He underestimated The West’s resolve to fight against him without committing to a land war
  • If reports are correct about Russian military performance, a well equipped Ukraine might be the least of Putin’s problems

The only worst-question remaining is how much death and damage and misery will this small-Schwanz-man leave behind?

Godspeed Ukraine!

Rant on.



Micro Blog v Social Media

Gotta worst-write a bit about Musk-Twitter or is it Twitter-Musk, dear worst-reader. First. I remember when Twitter started. I wracked my brain trying to figure out what the heck it is. To this day I still don’t quite know. But then I joined twitter around 2007. I liked the idear of there being a micro-blog where I could connect headlines to worstwriter dot com. Tried to do the same thing with facebag, don’t you know. But you know what facebag did? That’s right. They completely shutdown–unless you pay, I guess–linking from anything you post on their site to anything outside their site. Of course, that’s not the reason I bagged facebag. Indeed. Bagging facebag quickly became a no brainer once I started receiving odd if not obscure ads and/or friend requests that I couldn’t shut down or control as I saw fit. Then there’s the opining run amok that was split between family pics and what would eventually turn out to be outright political propaganda via the likes of Cambridge Analytica. But this worst-post ain’t about facebag.

I can’t remember exactly when I did but it must have been about two years ago, I erased all my tweets. I suspended all regular tweeting and only tweet a link to my worst-blog if the mood was inciting. That worst-said, I also don’t have twitter on my phone but I do have it on an old 2nd gen iPad Pro that never leaves my living room couch. I only use twitter as a newz or headline source. And, as mentioned above, I have no clue what the real purpose is of social-media other than promoting whole bunches of STUPID around the world. Unfortunately social-media hasn’t found a way to circumvent all that STUPID, which is the reason worst-writer posts all his STUPIDNESS on his own little barely visited worst-blog.

So what’s with Musk buying twitter? I have no idear. Could it simply be: because he can? Or is this really about free speech? All the gibberish about free speech is kinda mind-boggling anyway. I mean. Why is free speech being touted mostly by right-wingers? Could it be because their speech is so unfree? Or do they just prefer FREEDOM TO BE STUPID? Hence, my beloved & missed united mistakes of #Americant and its right-wing religious joy ride theme park(s) where dinosaurs roamed the earth steered by Jezus. Man o man, dear worst-reader. We know how well things are going with war and climate but did you ever think it would go this well for stupid people? Oh wait. I new it all along. Yeah, baby. Two thumbs up for worst-writer-ism.

The thought occurred to me to do with twitter what I did with facebag once I heard that the deal was done. But then I thought: hol up a sec. Worst-writer has said a thing or three about Musk in the affirmative. Does that mean I would want to have beers with him? No. Would I want to work for him? Again. No. But has he done some amazing things? You betcha he has. Are his doings worthy of praise as a free speech advocate? Probably not. For we know, dear worst-reader, that most successful people, who’s success stems out of their own doing, happens inspite of capitalism and not because of capitalism. And I’m sure that’s a worst-thought that may or may not put your cookie crumbs back in order.

The worst-thing is, dear worst-reader, if Musk enables the likes of former prez pee-pee-hair to get back on twitter will I leave it then? Since I never followed former prez cheeto-jezus and never received any whacked-out political propaganda ads from twitter–as was the case with facebag–I got no beef with it. The other worst-thing is–unlike facebag–twitter has always felt like it has something worthwhile to offer in these digital times. Social media or no social whacky media, speech of any kind doesn’t bother me. Reason? I can turn it off just like I’ve done with broadcast TV, radio and cable. The worst-question remaining? Will Musk turn twitter into a cesspool of stupid that I can’t opt-out of unless I bag it? If so, I’m gone, baby.

Oh. And. One last worst-thought on crumbled cookies. I am firm believer in the idear that now more than ever the world needs government to regulate. Did you get that? Yeah. Regulate the heck out companies and not people. With that in worst-mind, people still need to be accountable for their actions–which we know isn’t the case for people driven by moneyed and only moneyed interests. How that’s to be done since Reaganism corrupted the minds-eye? Well. I reckon voters could handle that. If they can over-come all the STUPID. But on that worst-note, I die-gress.

Good luck suckers.

Rant on.



Cringefest On Stupid Mountain

There are too many things these days, dear worst-reader, one can’t un-hear or un-see. The most recent, of course, is the attempt by a few & far between rational people in the state of Gerogia with the aide of the court to label a united mistakes congress-person as an insurrectionist. If these few & far between rational people pull this off, it will mean that said congress-person won’t be eligible to run for public office. Ever! Now ain’t that special. For those not in the know, here’s the section of the Constitution that makes this possible:

No person shall be a Senator or Representative in Congress, or elector of President and Vice-President, or hold any office, civil or military, under the United States, or under any State, who, having previously taken an oath, as a member of Congress, or as an officer of the United States, or as a member of any State legislature, or as an executive or judicial officer of any State, to support the Constitution of the United States, shall have engaged in insurrection or rebellion against the same, or given aid or comfort to the enemies thereof. But Congress may by a vote of two-thirds of each House, remove such disability. -14th Amendment, Section 3 (highlight mine)

Now. If you ask worst-moi. Based solely on the bold text above, how is it that former prez pee-pee-hair was able to run for the highest office where, during his candidacy back 2015-16, he went so far as to ask Russia and Wikileaks for help in getting hold of Hillary’s emails? The moment I heard that, dear worst-reader, I thought: ain’t that something akin to treason–or the like? Is asking a foreign country for help in digging up dirt on a political opponent legal, constitutional? He was asking a foreign country–a hostel foreign country–for help in digging up dirt that Republicans had been spreading around through it’s vast network of conspiracy theorists, right-wing rage-mongers and faux-newz. Ain’t that insurrection? No? Oh. It’s not insurrection because the person asking it represent such a large swath of the population that thinks the same way he does. You know. Thinking in the LAND OF FREE TO BE STUPID where mob-rule should replace democracy. Again. Now ain’t that special.

But let’s not get lost in old spilt pee-pee. Former prez Cheeto-jezus needs spilt pee-pee for his hair. Instead, dear worst-reader, let’s get-on about this current issue where Georgia is trying to save #Americant democracy. Oh. How hard it is to watch this person squirm as she’s asked rational questions about her behaviour just before and during the Jan 6 insurrection. In fact, it’s so hard I can’t say I’ve seen it all. But seeing just bits and pieces of it is enough. Barf. Squirm. Ugh. Am I wrong.

This congress-person from Georgia certainly takes the cake, eh, dear worst-reader. I mean. As the number of bat$hit congress-people rises, so too does the cringe. Still. We have to get informed. Their behaviour has to be laid bare. And when it is all revealed, what do you think’s gonna happen? The thing about former prez cotton-candy piss-hair isn’t so much that he was elected to the highest office but the fact that he’s so friggin stupid and anal and disgusting that no one who votes for him seems to care. But don’t forget. He’s only the symptom and not the sickness. Which means. What will happen to my beloved & missed united mistakes of #Americant if/when someone just like him makes it up the ladder but is just a tick smarter?

Oh well. It was fun while it lasted, eh, #Americant?

Good luck suckers.

Rant on.



Rich vs Minion-Rich

What’s up with the rich, dear worst-reader? I mean. Not the rich of the world, of course. We all know what’s going on in parts of the world where really, really nasty rich people (Russia) are angry with slightly less rich people (Ukraine) and thereby feel it’s their right to invade and pillage and rape and and and. With that in worst-mind. Let’s focus today on the rich of my beloved & missed united mistakes of #Americant–most of whom are not billionaires (as we know with former prez pee-pee-hair). And so. We all know how the rich make their money these days in #Americant. You know. On the backs of others like never before. Hence, of the #Americant so-called rich, who probably should be called minion-rich, for they serve the few & far-between mega-rich (real billionaires), how many of them have made their fortunes on something other than finance trickery, coercion, exploitation or inheritance? So goes the way of capitalism run-amok, eh. But let’s not get too far off worst-subject.

What’s up with the minion-rich? Why are they so nasty? And when they’re nasty, why do they take out all their frustration and anger and bigotry and fascism on the hour-wage-poor? And how bout this worst-question: why the heck do these very well-off minion-rich fly low-cost airlines? I mean. Come on. Even minion-rich can afford a better airline, if not a chartered private jet. Or? But I die-gress.

Today, dear worst-reader, worst-writer provides IMHO about how two minion-rich guys behave while they hitch a ride on a cheap airline. The first is a former faux-newz pseudo-broadcaster aka right-wing nut job who lost his job because he rubbed too many people the wrong way with his ugliness. Most of the people were women, naturally. And now he’s flying on a cheap Airline to Turks & Caicos that happens to include an unwanted three to five hour delay. Again. This guy earned millions and millions of dollars in his career and now he’s scruff-flying to an exotic and über-expensive island in the Caribbean that is delayed and all he can do is yell at the working poor because the same system of fail-upwards corporate-ness that he espoused ain’t working to his approval?

The next minion-rich guy, who, btw, is one of the few that earned his wealth unlike most minion-rich, as noted above, is a former heavy weight boxing champion the likes of which the world will probably never see again. And what does this guy do? Holy krapp, dear worst-reader. He beats the krapp out of a guy that is sitting behind him because the guy is either star-studded and can’t control himself or he thinks he’s gonna make the newz by getting a former heavy weight boxing champ of the world to punch him. Looks like he did just that. But. Again. This begs the worst-question: why are these guys flying on a scruff airline?


Rant on.



Things One Can’t Un-Hear-See

Ok, dear worst-reader. It’s me? Right? We all know it’s me. I mean. I read a lot of newz. Can watch and listen to it, too. Every once-a-once something pops out for me and I worst-write about it. Hence my worst-writer category News, where I post my worst humble opinions about all things… newz. Anywho.

There are moments when scanning the newz that really take me for a loop, dear worst-reader. Like the video above. If you go to about the 9:40 mark in the vid, the following is said–and as far as worst-writer is concerned, it’s a doozy:

Meanwhile, over the past decade, a typical American household paid more in taxes than it accumulated in wealth. -Source: see link below.

When I heard that in the vid I immediately hunted for the transcript (link below). I had to read the words that corresponded with the video. To my astonishment, I actually had heard them correctly. And so. Again. It’s me? Right? We all know it’s me. Reason? When I hear krapp like this, I can go through the roof. Why? Well. Don’t worry. It’s not because it’s my problem. Remember. I’m worst-writer, #Americant expatriate, documenting all-things worst. That worst-said. There are moments in this time & space that chronicles the demise of the greatest country ever conceived that just blow my mind. And so. Let’s repeat, shall we.

Meanwhile, over the past decade, a typical American household paid more in taxes than it accumulated in wealth.

It paid those taxes while the richest men in the history of humanity paid the least (taxes). On top of that, #Americants keep voting for politicians that tell them it ain’t (all) so. Go figure.

Way to go #Americant. You deserve…

Rant on.



Database Going Postal

It all started for worst-writer, dear worst-reader, with the nomenclature: going postal. The thing is, as I was slowly but surely beginning my expat journey around 1987, which was finalised in 1989, mass shootings or workplace rage in my beloved & missed united mistakes of #Americant, were rampant. It wasn’t as bad as it is now, but it was newer back then. That means, there was no definition of a mass shooting. Then Columbine happened and everything changed. At least worst-writer thought it did. The thing is, Columbine wasn’t even the worst mass shooting up to that point. I vaguely remember there being a few other shootings where more people were killed before Columbine. It all, eventually, could be looked up on the #interwebnets but sometimes the info was a bit convoluted, if not hard to find. Until now.

If you do an #internetwebnet search lots of lists of mass shootings are to be found. But they are all in their own world. Perhaps that has something to do with having defined what a mass shooting is according to certain criteria. Currently a mass shooting is defined by the killing of four or more persons, according to the FBI. Which is fine and dandy. What should be more obvious, though, is how to prevent mass shootings. Who knew, eh?

MotherJones has put together a dandy little database of mass shootings that should soothe the heart of anyone interested in understanding #Americant’s lust for violence, authoritarianism and dollar worship. You know. That country in the western hemisphere that just loves killing itself because it can’t understand sex, history, the concept of fiat money or what was the point of the Oscar winning movie Nomadland in 2021. Wow. I need to worst-write something about that movie soon. It’s left something of a sour grape in the left cavity of my nose. Or have I already written something about it? Wait. I don’t remember. Hey #interwebnet search machine… search worstwriter dot com for…


Rant on.



United Mistakes Of Police

Source of pic: see wiki link below.

Wrap your head around it, dear worst-reader. A traffic stop. A traffic stop can kill you. WTF.

What is a traffic stop? I’ve been involved in several. You know. Back in the day before I expatriated. Wow. What times those were. Thank goodness I don’t live in a country anymore that does traffic stops like #Americant does traffic stops. Good for me, eh. We’re worst-writing about forty years ago, don’t you know. Forty years ago I experienced traffic stops a whole bunch. So what is it about traffic stops that make them so unique, if not mind boggling? Oh yeah. They can kill you.

The police in my beloved & missed #Americant would flash their red lights and pull me over to the side of the road or highway. Remember that scene from the movie Thelma & Louise? They’re driving in the middle of nowhere, perhaps death valley, and out of the blue a policeman pulls them over. Thelma watches the policeman get out of his vehicle and walk towards them and she says: “Oh god. He’s a nazi”. Or something like that. Yeah. It’s just like that. The police get out of their vehicles and walk over to you as though they are the arm and fingers of a blind and ignorant state of sanctioned vengence.

After pulling me over and informing me about my infraction, the policeman would go about his bidness of collecting both subjugation and finances for the state. You know. He gave me a ticket. For. Indeed. I often felt the love of belligerence every time a cop pulled me over. Jeezus-h-xrist, I would think. Who in their right mind would make up a system like this? And so. As it goes. The majority of law enforcement in the united mistakes of #Aemricant isn’t about crime or murder or stopping husbands from killing wives. No. It’s about ten miles an hour over the speed limit that includes a fine and mark on your driving record and whole host of bureaucratic bull$hit that can be never ending. Indeed. Where would state and local government be without traffic stops? And that’s not all, dear worst-reader. But before I get to that…

Once I got pulled over twice within a month where I exceeded the speed limit each time by twenty miles per hour. Yeah. I was in a hurry. That fiasco ended up costing me a silly hour-wage job on account I had to turn-in my driver’s license for three friggin’ months. After it was all done it cost me two-hundred and fifty dollars, which is a lot of money for college student white-trash back then. For. Don’t you know, dear worst-reader. Those two sequential tickets put a special mark on my driving record. I subsequently received notice by mail that I was to appear before a local sheriff. Which I did. Then the sheriff took my license away and seemed to enjoy doing it. And don’t get me wrong. He was/is king of the hill. He could have taken a lot more away from me if he could, I’m sure. Or?

I broke the law by speeding in the middle of the day on a rural highway where there was no traffic, barely any cars, and even the concept of pedestrian was null and void–but there were a lot of fields and pastures and forests on either side of those highways and there were lots of grazing (and implanted) buffalo or sellers of local cantaloupe and, of course, cops that would hide in their cop-cars behind billboards waiting for guys like me–just like in the movies. And so. Question a cops motivation for the necessity of outrageous fines and other punitive measures because someone speeds here or there for a few minutes and… Yeah. I learned real quick as a privileged young white-trash guy in white-trash #Americant how to subject myself to the coercive game of state and local authority. That means. I grew up in a world that is beyond anything anywhere else I’ve lived–when it comes to the punitive nature of policing. In other worst-words, when it comes to controlling the minions of white-trash, there must first and foremost be control over behaviour. But to be really honest, considering what I read these days about police in my beloved & missed #Americant, my experience was, at best, silly.

Policing is how #Americant does it, dear worst-reader. Policing is the entry and exit, the first and last, both sides of the wall that is a nation-state. The police are everywhere. There are state police, city police, county police, town police, college campus police, federal police, immigration police, mall police, corporate police, tax police, sea police, mountain police, tobacco and firearm police and and and. Police is such an industry that it even gets all the surplus military equipment like armoured vehicles, rifles and pistols, clothing, etc., because the pentagon has too much of it anyway. Heck, most crowd control equipment comes from the military and is gleefully taken by the police. And you know what? Every one of these police, man or woman or man-child, carries a badge, an #Americant attitude that could hard boil eggs in seconds, and they’ve all grown up on/in Hollywood’s portrayal of guns and violence and control and partriarchy and hierarchy and and and. So consider that next time you see a police car with to serve and protect written on it. To serve and protect is code for something else.

When I was harassed by the police–so long ago–it never crossed my mind that my life could end because of it. For worst-moi it was always about the frustration of fines and court appearances and listening to mostly old white men complain about my attitude. Did anything worthwhile ever come from all this state sponsored harassment? Heck yeah. It’s part of my expatriation, baby. But until I expatriated I did my best to not get caught speeding or make sure my car had the proper license plate or I didn’t give a cop the evil eye when he passed by. That worst-said, forty or so years later, look at what has become of policing in #Americant.

Does #Americant policing really need to be like this? I mean. An arm of the government in the form of the police could be something else. What? Should I stop being naive, dear worst-reader? Why must there be so many deaths at the hand of government simply because people, human beings, don’t want to be prodded and poked and controlled like cattle? Ok. Ok. Don’t worry. I’m not gonna get into that defund the police stuff. Then again. The idear of using some of the wealth and power of the police-state to better train all the man-children with badges isn’t a bad thing. Or? Or how bout this? Why not redistribute some police funding in order to properly train all the man-children with guns so they can de-escalate a situation instead of drawing a gun, pointing it at someone’s head and pulling the trigger till it goes bang. Wow. Resisting arrest is a death sentence. Or is the death sentence questioning the authority of the state? Oh my.

Patrick Lyoya had no clue what he was getting into. He probably doesn’t know what it means to be a black man in Michigan who barely speaks the language, which may or may not be the case with other Congolese. Oh yeah. Let’s not forget that he was driving a car with the wrong license plate. Yeah. The death of Patrick Lyoya is commonplace in my beloved & missed united mistakes–and all because of a traffic stop. So what does questioning any of this matter? There’s now another name along side George Floyd. Wow. When is #Americant gonna wake up? Oh. Wait. That’s why it’s #Americant.

Rant on.



Nepotismland Or The Club You Ain’t In

This worst-question must be worst-asked, dear worst-reader. What did you think would come of Hunter Biden’s laptop? No. Seriously. What did you think would come of it? Did you think it would be as good as Hillary’s Benghazi? I know. I know. You were wishing for child porn, right? We all know how prude and conservative #Americant is obsessed with all things sex–especially the really disturbing stuff as we saw during recent SCOTUS hearings. I mean. Ain’t that what all #Americants, perplexed by delusions and confusions as to why/how a guy like former prez pee-pee-hair has to tell you to make things great again and then he can rise to the highest (political) office (of bull$hit) and thereby commit crimes with impunity and/or giggle as his insurrection of right-wingers desecrate government buildings with their own feces? WTF. Then again. How does one get rid of the mind-chatter that is either lock her up or Hunter Biden’s laptop or #MAGA or #Trump? That’s right. You counter the chatter. You provide more chatter. You make the chatter reflect and über-reflect and double-reflect and then deflect and then the world is yours. You recreate and recreate and reverberate the deplorable WWE mindset and you hope for the best because all will be great again. Indeed. In a world of faux newz the chatter works well, don’t you know. Super well. For. As all things nepotism continues in the LAND OF FREE TO BE STUPID there’s yet another example of why/how the united mistakes became #Americant.

It is no sleight of hand that the current newz about former prez Cheeto-jeezus’ son-in-law somehow secured two billion dollars in moneys (loan, investment, guarantee, etc.) from a middle-east oil sheik. Or is it sleight of hand? I mean. What is going on? I’m sure the near or far future might tell more about what’s going on here but so far this is about a so-called crown prince of an oil abundant pseudo-country, for reasons unbeknownst, handing out two billion dollars to a family member of a former president that has hair that looks like it goes through a cotton-candy machine filled piss-sugar. And all that while the bat$hit right-wing tries to persecute the current president’s son for the same thing??? You know. Nepotism. WTF. Then again. Maybe. These moneys ain’t going to Jared Kushner but instead to others as a form of pay-off. Others who are probably in some way still connected to power? Wait. Maybe that needs another worst-writ. Man. This stuff is really gettin’ all kinds of worst-good.

Of all the newz I’ve read about this, Democracy Now provides the juiciest stuff. Could there really be a link between former prez pee-pee-hair and the fact that nothing is happening to investigate the murder of Jamal Khashoggi and that’s why/how Kushner is cashing out? I mean. Forget about the fact that Kushner is, like his father-in-law, nothing more than a two-bit man-child who inherited everything, including the inability to secure NYC real-estate without losing his shirt. Khashoggi’s murder and connection to the highest powers of Saudi Arabia, btw, has been confirmed by US intelligence. Which begs, once again, this worst-question: Is it possible that wannabe-mafia family #Trump, a family of nitwits and imbeciles, could have been part of helping a foreign country cover up a murder–via a payment that is just now coming to light? Oh man. This krapp you can’t make-up, dear worst-reader. This is like the Jerry Springer Show taking over the united mistakes of #Americant and now everyone wears terry-cloth clothing labeled with shoe sponsors and the only thing worth talking about is what car you drive and how rich someone else is. But on that note I should die-gress.

Then again. Is Joe Biden’s nitwit son still in the newz because he was dumb enough to leave his laptop at a repair shop? Wow. Seriously. Only in #Americant, baby.

Rant on.



The Pee Tape, Please


On a video roll this morning, dear worst-reader. And what a doozy we here at worst-writer dot com have for you. Samantha Bee got her some props a-going in this comical yet very serious interview with a man that deserves all kinds of admiration. It’s a shame though that more attention isn’t paid to the situation that former prez pee-pee-hair caused when he tried to coerce Zelenskyy at the behest of Putin. Or did you actually think (convinced by faux-newz) that mango-mussolini #Trump could have come up with this stuff himself? Seriously. He thinks?

This, btw, is where I don’t get the whole issue of Cheeto-jesus #Trump not being prosecuted for colluding with Putin/Russia. Then again. The moment during the 2016 prez-pee-pee-hair campaign where he literally asked (out loud) that the Russkies help him because he loves Wikileaks and a few days later the DNC is hacked… Ok. Fine. The Mueller report does not connect piss-hair #Trump with the DNC hack and that’s because, well, isn’t that what white-collar criminals do? They commit their crimes in broad daylight. They wave it in front of you as though you are the mouth/vagina/anus just in range of their mushroom penis, baby. That’s how it’s done. To feed the fire of #Americant corruption, these guys (#Trump & Co.) are given credit by the malignant middle-classes, due to their generational inherited ignorance, that ripping off someone is ok as long as that someone is not them. You know. Spite. Malice. Avarice. The new #Americant dream, baby. Anywho.

It’s good see Alexander Vindman getting some in this way.

Rant on.



Have No Fear KleptoCapture Is Here

Wow, dear worst-reader. Am I the only one to get excited every time I learn about a new, fancy government agency that I never heard of before–or ever even imagined existed? Ok. Then again. Anyone ever ask when/where/who all this government agency stuff comes from? I mean. There’s the biggie aka Homeland Security. Ain’t that the largest agency created since WW2? And on whose watch was it created? You know. The watch of the worshippers of smaller government? And if you check out the vid above, you can even see not only FBI but also ICE representation in the seizer of a yacht that is starting to look like every other yacht–as though these things are all one and the same. And by-the-buy. Ain’t ICE part of Homeland Security? What is Homeland Security doing in Mallorca, Spain, confiscating a boat? Ok. Uh. Yea. Sarcasm off.

The thing is. The kleptocracy that is the western world, lead, of course, by my beloved & missed united mistakes of #Americant, has been stealing $hit for-ever-more. It’s the backup plan for when capitalism’s demise need be hidden. Yet. Somehow. The world has accepted the/a lesser evil form of kleptocracy that may or may not be referred to as capitalism run amok. It’s the capitalism perpetrated by law abiding nation-states, don’t you know. As opposed to the kleptocracy of Putin who is obviously not only a really really mean guy but has no respect for international law or people who speak really really good Russian but hate Russia. With that in mind, is worst-writer somehow defending The Russkies and their form of kleptocracy? I’d say not. Then again. What’s gonna happen if/when The West confiscates or impounds the wrong piece of gluttony? Is there such a thing as wrong piece of gluttony? Oh my. Too many worst-questions in a world of too much stuff that only rich arsholes can possess, eh.

Perhaps the less confusing, if not provocative question is, what’s gonna happen with all this stuff that is confiscated? I mean. I know how to drive a boat. Any chance I could fiddle around with it for while? I know how to get to Mallorca. Been there quite a bit actually. A really fun place–as long as you stay away from the spiced, cold wine on the beach. Again. Sarcasm off.

Not sure about you, dear worst-reader, but I’m getting excited waiting to hear if/when KleptoCapture seizes one of Putin’s boats. Can you even imagine what kinda $hit will be had then?

Rant on.



History Rhymes, Think About The Children

Screenshot from the #interwebnets

Going out on yet another über-whim, dear worst-reader. In short, this worst-post is thus: the son of recent academy award winner for best actor tweeted after said actor (father) committed an egregious act of violence in front of an audience of billions: And that’s how we do it (pic above).

Ok. Fine. Dandy. What should this interest worst-writer? Well…

Having followed some of the bat$hit from the aftermath of the 94th Academy awards, I couldn’t help but get stuck on the perpetrator of violence, aka academy award winner, Will Smith. Say what you will about bad jokes or, even worse, bad joke makers. Is there any way to justify this action? Cause that’s the worst-thing, dear worst-reader. Action justification is in full-bloom. Or have you not yet decided which side you’re on?

As worst-stated here, I could give a hoot about Chris Rock. Seriously. Comedians come and go. Which begs the worst-question: Are there any comedians that transcend (their) laugher? Maybe. But that’s the thing, eh, dear worst-reader? What happens when the laughter ends? What happens when the TV show is over and all that’s left is more and more and more TV?

What gets me riled about this whole thing is how it may or may not be yet another sublime message regarding the state of things. You know. Capitalism is amidst another nadir. You know. Inflation. Inflation. Oil and gas. Crash boom bang. War. War. War. Death so the useless rich may endure. All of which is nothing new, historically considered. And that’s the ticket. Nothing is new. Not even an unprovoked smack on live TV show. Then again. Not being the same means it is also/somehow not different. As in. History doesn’t repeat but it does rhyme. And so. How do we get from repeat to rhyme? (Or the other way round?) Could the answer be in the chasm that is both time and procreation?

There are those who hang on to what they know–because they can. Yet what about those of us who want to hang on to what we do not know–so that we can move forward? Is that the question the plagues the world today as Ukrainians are slaughtered and there are those in the media and in various countries who defend such killing? Or what about those who outright protest this blatant and aggressive behaviour simply because we can see the history in what’s happening? Is this the chasm of time and procreation? Most certainly not. Or?

Obviously worst-writer is stretching things going from the son of an academy awarding winning actor that is unable to see the wrong of his ways and thereby teaching those ways to his son and that of a so-called super-power conniving to expand its power through force because it simply can’t get a fellow country to stop telling bad jokes about its wife’s hair.

And with that I’ll stop. Nuff said.

Rant on.



Loss? Yes. But It Ain’t Over.

Oh no, dear worst-reader. The You Tubes has disappeared Chris Hedges. What now?

Here’s a tag link to worst-writer’s posts where I say a thing or three about Chris Hedges. For if you’re not in the know, dear worst-reader, Chris Hedges has been–in his words–disappeared from the #interwebnets video service The You Tubes. Am I surprised that he’s been disappeared? Heck no. I was only wondering how long it would take once all them sanctions got going for all-things Russian/Putin. But that’s neither here nor there as I never relied on RT (Russia Today) for Hedges from the get-go. And I prefer to believe that it is RT that has been cancelled and it’s a bit tedious if not downright otherworldly for corporatism to put the effort into just removing the “RT” insignia from all those videos. The thing that matters is that I’ll keep reading Hedges, whether its internet posts or his books. He’s just too good to not read. Do I shed a teardrop over RT (Russia Today) being booted from The You Tubes? Not really. Do I consider it a form of censorship that six years of Hedges RT videos have been taken down? Maybe. The thing is, the people who I sometimes watched on RT all have the capacity (I’m sure) to move on to bigger and better things. In fact, I’m sure most of them are smart enough to know that even though RT was a decent springboard at the time, having it has a middleman to viewership is probably a bit old-fashioned in these times of gaining an #interwebnet audience. But what does worst-writer know about gaining an audience, eh?

Rant on.


Link: Hedges: On Being Disappeared – scheerpost.com

Foetus Formaldehyde Frankenstein Freakshow

Well, there you have it, dear worst-reader. Just as I finished initial worst-thoughts on my previous worst-post, while researching for more newz links to add to it, I happened across this worst-story which I battled for an hour or three on whether or not to worst-write about. My first thoughts were simple: #Americant. But as I continued with other re-worst-writes of my pervious post, which contains a few references to debauchery, I got to worst-thinking anew. You know. Debauchery. #Americant. Fail upwards. Dysfunction. Etc. You know. That old (worst-writer) chestnut. So let’s worst-recap this worst-story, shall we?

A woman in VA was arrested recently for having foetal remains in glass jars in her house. Now. That wouldn’t be an issue if this person were a scientist or a doctor or a researcher that just happens to work at a biohazard government facility. But this person is actually just your average #Americant idiot that also has a criminal record for being anti-choice and/or pro-persecution of woman who want to make their own decisions regarding their own bodies–AND THIS PERSON HAS HUMAN FOETAL REMAINS IN GLASS JARS IN HER HOUSE. Ok? Got that?

Btw, dear worst-reader, you ever hung out in a room where there’s lots of formaldehyde? It’s really irate smelling stuff, don’t you know. I know because I worked for a short stint in a funeral home. In fact, unless it’s thoroughly sealed formaldehyde will smell-up a room as fast as you can say: did you see those anti-abortionists blow up that vet clinic the other day they’d mistaken for a planned parenthood clinic? Yeah. Formaldehyde also has some intoxicating properties. Don’t ask me how I know that. Let’s not go to that worst-place where #Americant conservative, religious nutbags get high off stealing formaldehyde from unborn babies in jars. Or?

The worst-thing is, dear worst-reader, there are laws in any civil society that prohibits the hoarding of human remains or corpse abuse. These laws date back to the day of early novel writing, don’t you know. Or did you not know that the spark for writing Frankenstein was the problem of grave robbing back in Mary Shelly’s day? You know. It’s part of trying to maintain a sense of humanity–as opposed to complete overthrow of all things human at the behest of political conservatism run amok that is incapable of original thought let-alone the crazy idear that liberals could run the $hitshow better. Or. The story of Frankenstein is about the crazy, whacked-out (conservative) pseudo-doctor that robs graves to piece together a new human being so he can play god. Say. Does that sound anything like what your modern fascist, conservatives would love doing? But on that worst-note, I should die-gress.

As of the worst-writing of this post, it’s not yet known why this person has five jars of foetal remains in her home. But let that not stop us from worst-guessing. Shall we?

  1. As mentioned she needs the formaldehyde to get high
  2. She uses them to scare others into joining her team of crackpot fanatics in protesting abortion and the rights of women to make their own choices
  3. They are her aborted babies
  4. She mistook the jars for pickled pig feet because, well, most political Pöbel conservatives are that dumb
  5. The jars (and foetal remains within) are part of a religious ritual that she may or may not share with like minded nutcases that all get their kicks out of being raised and reared in a death-cult and, hence, the discovery of this debauchery had the luck-of-the-draw where someone was cognitive enough to realise that a line had been crossed. (End of guessing.)

Moving on.

Who knows what’s gonna come of this story. But worst-writer’s worst-guess is that this person is crazy and the fact that she found her way to adulthood after being abused by the abused all her life and then thrown into a cesspool of greed and un-love… Oh. Wait. That’s all of #Americant is it not?

Good luck suckers.

Rant on.



O-Face Debauchery Reveal

Keep in mind, dear worst-reader, worst-writer grew up in and around the capital of his grand & missed united mistakes of #Americant, aka DC. At the time, of course, I always believed that DC was a big, huuuuuge city. I’ve since learned that it is nothing but a village. But is it a village of idiots? Perhaps. It is also something else, don’t you know.

Disclaimer: this post is NSFW.

While attempting–and wasting a part of my life–to study at University, which boardered northern DC, I Mc-jobbed around like any other kid trying to earn as much money as possible that would/could be wasted on #Americant higher education. While in search of a third or fourth new Mc-Job, I thought I finally hit the jackpot. I landed a coveted bar-back job at a somewhat fancy restaurant in Georgetown. Being a quick learner and having memorised drink recipes like no other, within a few months I was elevated to Sunday to Wednesday bartending. After a few more months I landed the prime bartending shifts of Thursday through Saturday. That meant, don’t you know, that on a good night–especially Thursday and Friday college nights–I would easily earn two to three hundred dollars in tips–and at the time (early to mid 1980s) I made twelve dollars an hour as a full-fledged bartender. That was damn good money.

Jockeying youthful life between Mc-Jobs, university study and the lure of the wild that is big-city (bigger village) life, had its perks. This was also a time where promiscuity and other life-experimentations, wanted or not, played a big role. One of the first things I learned when I made it to the city was how some people play the game of sex. For sex is a game, is it not? For a village like Washington DC it’s a wonder that the exchange of bodily fluids didn’t flood the place. At times in the wee morning hours, when I made my way home from a night of galavanting with a pocket full of tip money, it certainly smelled of promiscuity. Combine that with the consumption of alcohol and drugs, especially cocaine–for it was the 80s… Holy krapp, dear worst-reader! Shall I worst-write something about Sodom & Gomorrah now?

That worst-said, I wish I could exchange all my tip money for a currency equal to late-night, wee-morning hours offers of I’ll suck your cock for ten dollars or you look like blow or I’ve got two college bitches in an apartment two blocks off Wisconsin avenue or–and this one is the best–I know a Senator that will pay you if you let him suck your arsehole. Sex at the time had nothing to do with boys and girls. It was all about some control freak getting his/her rocks off. The alcohol and the drugs just made it all palatable for those stuck in the $hitshow. For you see, dear worst-reader, there is only one true meaning behind sex and that true meaning can only be found in the confines of power. And I assure you that its meaning has nothing to do with procreation or legislation. That meaning is, instead, about manipulation, exploitation, control, spite, hate, bigotry, consumption, greed, untruth, etc. And then there’s the grand O-Face that shames every man that ever lived because he knows that if reality ever sets in that every woman that ever lived would laugh her face off if men ever knew how silly they really are when it comes to all-things sex… But I die-gress. Or have I not worst-said enough about debauchery?

It’s obvious that I made it out of that $hithole. I think I made it out relatively unscathed. But there are times, even after almost forty years, where I can’t help but reminisce–especially when certain issues are addressed in the newz. Or did you miss the $hit about a young North Carolina #Americant congressman spilling the beans about what cums in Washington DC? What a silly little man this revealer is, eh. For no one is allowed to shine the light on alley-ways and side-streets that is the big, ugly, disgusting village of debauchery–and the things that take place just prior to an old man’s O-Face. Or?

Long story short. A nitwit über-right-wing congressman couldn’t control his mouth (or his mind) during a #interwebnet interview where he reveals the truth/reality that there is drug use and wild orgies in Washington DC. But that, of course, is not the newz here. No. The thing that makes this interesting is that this young and obviously naive man openly refers to all this activity happening within the confines of his über-right-wing political party. Now. That’s a no-no. But all worst-fun aside.

Worst-writer could give a hoot about what happens to this little, itty-bitty man and his über-right-wing nuttery, even though this might be the end of his political career on account he is too stupid to realise that by saying the things he said he’s actually telling some truth(s). Conservatives can’t have that! Add to that a known pervert has recently come out to try and defend this nitwit. Wow. What’s important here is that this situation might wake up a few #Americants to the reality of what they’ve done by supporting not just conservatives but sexually repressed arseholes that live for vice and no virtue. For you see, dear worst-readers, debauchery is a way of life–as long as it remains confined and doesn’t scare off the grandmas and children. God forbid truth be told regarding what a bunch of disgusting old people are up to for $hits & giggles in the village of power–at the expense of all others.

Rant on.



Comedy Ohrfeige

Well. Don’t you know, dear worst-reader. Worst-writer’s eyes are all swollen and slightly teared up this morning. Why? In case you missed it, here’s a recap of last night’s Oscars. Will Smith bitch slapped Chris Rock. That’s it. That’s all that happened during one of the most watched (awards) TV shows on the planet. Btw. Ohrfeige is German for bitch-slap, or slap in the face. And I’m worst-wondering if Will Smith might have been bitch-slapping all of (modern) comedy right in the face last night and thereby ending his career. What? Hold a sec. Why am I on the verge of tears every time I see something on the #interwebnets (this morning) about this situation? Even though I’m not a big fan of his work, I’ve always admired Will Smith. Chris Rock? I guess he’s funny but all-in-all, fcuk him. He makes money by making fun of people. Is the room in which he’s earning his money made for anything but laughs? People laughed, right? So why am I worried about Will Smith? The thing is, dear worst-reader. The world just watched one of the most successful American actors, who should be admired for his work, his family, and the obvious love that he has for his wife–and now he will forever be the man that walked up on a stage and committed an act of outright, egregious violence. And for what? Why? Why? Why? Isn’t there enough violence everywhere these days? And now there’s even too much violence in a room full of numbskulls with too much privilege? And all the violence is perpetrated by men, don’t you know–and their inner-most uglies. Uglies, btw, which were made obvious as Smith returned to his seat and dropped a few mind-boggling f-bombs to add to his delusions of grandeur, righteousness and/or misallocation of (false) chivalry. And yet. I feel so bad for Will Smith right now that I don’t know what to worst-write about the whole ordeal. Sadness. Sad. Except that this will be Will Smith’s legacy–as far as worst-writer is concerned. What a shame. So let me just add this. I hope that somehow something good comes out of this ugly, disgusting situation. Something that goes beyond the fantasy and fiction that is Hollywood. For I can still remember previous Oscar games where the likes of Marlon Brando or George C Scott pulled off their Ohrfeige. And what an Ohrfeige it was. But what am I worst-saying? Ok. How bout this. There is a coming reality check that probably only offers some decency. Just some decency. Then again. Maybe. Just maybe. That decency can start with comedians coming up with material that is a bit more…. Or we need a lot less violence… Or… And… I don’t know. I just don’t know.


Good luck suckers.

Rant on.



Adulation Galore

It’s time, dear worst-reader, for a thought or three regarding my beloved & missed united mistakes of #Americant and its infamous chamber of know-it-alls aka #SCOTUS that so casually and ungallantly rules over the masses as though a country’s parenting was no better than trailer-trash hell run amok. As I’ve noted here or there, I’m no fan of #SCOTUS. Reason? It’s basically a $hitshow of greed-mongering and ring-wing political hackery, not excluding corporate protectionism. It’s truly a shame what has become of the so-called third branch of government. But then again, who or what country does it (justice) better? Let’s all hope that political conservatism and right-wing bat$hittery doesn’t screw things up even more. I guess.

What a relief it’s been watching the current Senate hearings on #POTUS choice to replace a retired justice. #KBJ is the perfect choice IMHO. Even though I don’t have much faith in #SCOTUS recovering anytime soon from former prez pee-pee-hair’s three bat$hit choices, at least this new prez and his $hitshow has put someone up that can, however slightly, mend the ugliness of having appointed someone like goober Kavanaugh. That worst-said, I actually found myself tearing up a bit this morning listening to Cory Booker.

Maybe there is hope for #Americant. Maybe.

Good luck suckers.

Rant on.



Fog Of War Mind Boggle

Have to admit, dear worst-reader. Of all the newz coming out of Russia’s invasion of Ukraine, this one has got to be the most bat$hit. And we all know how bat$hit confuses worst-writer. With that in worst-mind. Here’s how worst-writer understands the bat$hit.

First. Zelensky has been requesting for days that the West help him with a no-fly zone over Ukraine. But in order for that to happen, Ukraine needs more jets. Cool.

Second. Poland has offered to provide its fleet of MiG jets to be landed at a US airbase in Germany and from there the jets can be used to create a no-fly zone over Ukraine. Ok. Good. Now.

Third. But first this disclaimer. This is mostly worst-writer speculation but perhaps some of it is worst-real. Poland, trying to make a deal, would require that the US replace the MiGs it sends to US/Germany with new F-16s. The problem with such a deal, though, is that the US doesn’t have any readily available F-16s–unless it reneges on a recent deal that is in the process of delivering those same jets to Taiwan. Ok. Wow.

Let’s summarise, shall we?

Ukraine needs more jets which it could get from Poland but Poland is afraid to get directly involved because, obviously, that would piss-off the Russkies. The US, again, from the get-go, has said it’s definitely not getting directly involved in this fight–even though it’s heavily indirectly involved with images of Russian helicopters being blown out of the sky and Russian tanks being shattered into pieces, all with US/Nato weaponry. Wow. What a mess, eh. So let’s move on.

As worst-stated. Since it’s been made clear from the get-go that the US is NOT going to directly help Ukraine in its fight–directly meaning US troops–where is the line drawn about indirectly helping Ukraine? And if there is an indirect line drawn, why the fcuk won’t Poland cross it by at least giving those damn plans directly to Ukraine? Why does Poland have to turn this into such a blatant deal-making bananza? And don’t forget this little tidbit, dear worst-reader. Those F-16s, which Poland wants re-routed, could put Taiwan in jeopardy since it will eventually have to deal with a somewhat less than evil and spiteful dictator neighbour aka China soon enough. But then that leads to yet another worst-question: Maybe this whole thing is about the US not having sold enough weaponry as it’s so casually catered to the misfit dictator Putin for the last twenty (or so) years? Yeah. (Sarcasm on.) That’s the ticket. (Sarcasm off.)

Here’s where I have to give credit where credit is due. If Zelensky’s original idear behind making this no-fly zone request was about forcing the issue regarding direct or indirect help from the West/Nato, the man might go down in history has a friggin war strategist genius. And allow this worst-thought to be added: Zelensky is a former comedian. He is a Ukrainian and Russian speaking TV guy. Now. Considering that most of Ukraine’s weapons problems hark back to former prez pee-pee-hair (Trump and his first impeachment trial, see link below), which one of these two TV guys turned politician is gonna go down in history as the smart one? But on that worst-note, I should die-gress.

If Zelensky didn’t plan all this but maybe, maybe, Poland found a way to manipulate NATO that would/could finally put the US directly in the conflict then perhaps it deserves a war-strategy award as well. Or how bout this worst-thought: all the former east-bloc countries that have been desperately trying to free themselves from the historical chokehold that is the former Soviet Union and the current dictatorship that hasn’t been able to pull Russia out of its greed-mongering, oligarchy, bat$hittery deserve a bit more than what they’re getting. Does such a worst-thought mean worst-writer is war mongering? Maybe. The thing is, as a child of the cold-war, as someone who has been skeptical of the post cold-war world, as transcriber of all-things worst, I don’t know how all this can be resolved without lots, lots more horror.

And so is this worst-world where there’s nothing left to commoditise except life itself. (Sarcasm on.) Go capitalism galore, baby. (Sarcasm off.) Or maybe not.

Rant on.



Raised By…

If you want questions answered regarding who raises these people, then you’ve come to the right place. Then again, should we be worst-writing about the women who raise men to hit women? Do we even need to talk about their fathers who do goodness-knows-what with (their) wives and mothers and and and? Perhaps a more illustrous enquiry would be about the environment in which these people are reared. Or. Maybe. And here’s a real doozy of a question. How does one purge this from life, liberty and the idear that is

THE FREEDOM TO BE STUPID in the united mistakes of #Americant?

Seriously. How does a society cope with this level of vulgarity and ineptness? Is education the answer? Or could it all have something to do with money and all other things greed-driven? #Nomatter.

Ok. A quick review. According to the link below, dear worst-reader, there was an altercation in the great worst-state of Ohio recently. A proud-boy white supremacist cold cocked a young woman right in the face while at the same time showing the true colours of a country that obviously can’t find its way out of a wet paper (political) bag. I mean. When things get like this, where is any bravery? Where is any real man that can stand up to this? Who are the ones that claim greatness and honour and diligence and perseverance and and and?

What’s even more disgusting about all this is that Joe Biden, after a life-time of political service, would never take a moment to address what’s really going on here. And why not? Well. Don’t you know. He’s been at the head of all that’s lead up to this. I mean. Just check out the age of this white-nationalist scumbag. I’m old enough to be his dad and I’m twenty-five years younger than Biden. Ok. But. What I’m trying to get at is this: Who and what the fcuk raises these men?

Indeed-1. It would be below the presidency of the united mistakes of #Americant to actually addresses this behaviour, right? I mean. That’s not what leaders are t/here to do. Or?

Indeed-2. After fifty years in politics, the result of all Joe Biden’s doings is in plain sight for all to see–and in the case of this woman, feel. A country stuck in an inebriated state of self perpetuating high-school life where there are no teachers, leaders, good people to stand up to this–there are no real-men whether presidents (not that there ever were) or neighbours. Will the law and local authorities do their jobs and prosecute this weak man-child that attacked someone after spewing hateful words in the public square revealing not only the core of his soul but the soul core that reared him? Sure. Why not? What the hell else is anyone gonna do in a country that is on the edge? But the problem? The overwhelming problem that is #Americant? No one will attack and prosecute that. It is serving such a purpose beyond all the unmanliness.

Rant on.


Links: #Americant on full display

Cringetopia And Other #Eurowasteland Tales

The first casualty of war is truth.

Well, don’t you know, dear worst-reader. I can’t quit certain elements of the newz. Or can I? Then again. After a quick research of this worst-post, I was a bit surprised at the lack of coverage of Zelensky’s plea. Of course, how does one rebut Putin when one is obviously at the cusp of occupation. Oh wait. Perhaps worst-writer is showing to much of his hand. When I worst-write cusp of occupation there should be some sort of qualifier where the issue of occupation is not questioned. It’s just that. Well. Who doesn’t already know that since, say, the annexation of Crimea, occupation has begun? Then again… No. Let me just stop there–and tone down some of the worst of my worst-writing about things I know too little about.

It’s just that, dear worst-reader, after listening to Zelensky switch from Ukrainian to Russian in his speech–which is the only thing I could actually understand from what he was saying–left me cringing. I mean. Is there such a difference in the two languages that require an obvious emotional transition? Or am I the only one to have witnessed it? For those brief moments when he switched to the Russian language I thought that something lifted from his soul. It went skyward not unlike an epiphany or a transcendental religious rising. Or was it lowering? #Nomatter.

Worst-writer feels bad for Ukraine right now. In fact. I feel even worse the more I read about the history that has lead to all this. And so. Once again. #Eurowasteland is where it all begins and will most likely all end. Indeed. We (the west) are at the cusp of yet another (money making) war. But is this pre WW1 or WW2 (money making)–which leads to WW3 (money making)? Or how bout this worst-question: when all hell breaks out and Putin decides to show all those other former soviet mini-states that were so easily overwhelmed after WW2 that they have no nation-state rights on account he thinks they haven’t earned it or just because what he says goes because, well, he’s once again, like his forefathers, fighting nazis and communists and and and and….

Hold a sec. Did you, dear worst-reader, get a load of Putin’s speech? Holly krapp! I’ve listened to it twice now and have also read transcripts and I cannot believe what he said. Is this guy for real? For a few moments there, while obviously blathering and overwhelmed with misconstrued albeit powerful emotions, Vlad Putin transfixed himself into the past right before our eyes. He was right there with all his/the ghosts of Russia’s past. He was worshiping at the feet of Bolshevik priestly vigils. Stahlin was petting his head as though to say: good puppy, good puppy, there there there good puppy. And don’t forget the mother finger of the Russian empire shoved into the whiny babies mouth so as to surpress not only babies screams but the hunger, the über-hunger, that is fed with meaning and respect (un-as-of-yet-earned). Indeed. We are witnessing at this moment the open–laid out on the table–soul of Russia’s past. A past filled and decorated with litany, misery, coldness but also great art, fearlessness and perseverance. To think that a nation-state like Russia could rise out of so much country bumpkin peasantry is a wonder of humanity. Yet, that same past cannot overcome the simplicity of might over right–just because Putin can. Am I wrong.

Yeah. This almost sixty year old worst-writer made it through the Cold War, the gluttony of Reaganism, the servility of global corporatism run amok and now it all comes together in the form of a dot or speck or out-of-place hair where big-boys try to figure out how to get along or die trying. Then again, if you get a giggle or three out of what Zelensky is saying (see video in first link below), which feels so much like misplaced way to little way to late, there might be this last worst-question: how does one turn the story of David vs Goliath into a comedy of errors where no one has to die?

Good luck #Eurowastelanders.

Good luck #Americants.

Good luck suckers.

-Rant on.


Links that motivated this worst-post:

Crypto Scare Beware Or Maybe Not

Well, there you have it, dear worst-reader. Worst-writer has read through some newz again. And. Don’t you know. I’ve read through something that’s NOT about some two-bit dictator Vlad forcing The West’s hand regarding its comeuppance after having allowed (enabled) Russia to dwindle like a bureaucrats wiener on his dying (last) day of coercive bureaucracy galore. With that in worst-mind.

Did you get a load of recent reports regarding yet another dictator-land and it’s ability to heist crypto? Actually, this sort of newz ain’t even on my worst-radar. I’ve long since given up on crypto, don’t you know. Indeed. Yeah. That day was around 2007-2008 when I tried to setup a mining server but couldn’t get past the tech. I mean. I figured out all on my lonesome back then what the three components of Bitcoin are, and I guess that’s a good thing. Or? Anywho. You need these three things when doing crypto: the wallet thingy, the mining thingy and the blockchain thingy. (Correct me if I’m wrong.) But I couldn’t figure out how to make all of them work. Oh! Those were the days. The days before I gave-in to the reality that, even though I kinda dig all-things tech, I’m no early adopter. And so. Let’s just see how this pans out, I thought.

So many years later I keep wondering if, maybe, I might have actually clicked the right virtual buttons back then and got that mining thing working. Unfortunately that old PC that I had thrown together, including the hard-drive, went to where most of my old tech-krapp goes: the bin. Still. The fantasy does lurk in the confines of my worst-dreams even today. Do I have a bitcoin or two wasting away on an old hard-drive that’s long since filled a land-fill? No. That can’t be.

And so. In today’s worst-newz blog post, we have three articles where The Media is trying to scare people away from crypto. Or can you figure out another reason for what’s being said here (links below)? I mean. Here are three articles from three different sites, all three stemming from the same source, I’m worst-guessing, saying that four hundred million dollars worth of crypto was stolen by hackers in North Korea. I started with the BBC article and got to thinking who the heck cares about something like this? I mean. Talk about fiat–as in: fiat money. Or. Better worst-put: let’s everyone make up our own money on account money-money (standard currencies) are too centralised and thereby controlled and manipulated and devalued–all in the name of protecting the Have-Mores from the Haves–while the Have-Nots have been to dumb-downed all along with a preoccupation for wet t-shirts, dream vacations and wives not putting out on account husbands can’t bring home Have-bacon anymore. But on that worst-thought I die-gress.

My worst-point about useless articles in the newz is this: The issue of North Korea stealing arbitrarily valued crypto means nothing in a world of real-real currency–even if said country may (or may not) finance its war-machine with such activity. If one looks for an essence or subtext of these articles, one might realise that meaninglessness can gain meaning if the true purpose is consciously or subconsciously transcribed. In other worst-words, the essence of this issue is about scaring people away from crypto. Don’t mess with stuff you don’t understand and stay especially clear if a country like North Korea can rip you off. Or is this really about a two-bit dictatorship (North Korea), which has no REAL financial issues on account it’s propped up by big a brother dictatorship (China), using stolen arbitrary digital currency arbitrarily valued at four hundred million arbitrary dollars to finance its arbitrary nuclear war-machine? Seriously? Ok.

And so so. Be afraid, dear worst-reader. Be afraid of all-things new and shinny and digital and don’t squander your savings on making it big over-digital-night on crypto.

Rant on.


Links that motivated this post: