#UnitedAirlines In Your Monopolies @ 30k Feet Below Laughter Of Automaton Galore Bigly Greatness

Hilarryus, dear worst-reader. Seriously. I’m laughing my ass off right now at #United Airlines gettin’ in the newz. Of course, it need not be mentioned that more than ten or so years ago, I also got booted from a United flight. The good newz is I didn’t actually get booted like this guy did. No. I never actually made it onto the plane that was supposed to connect me to my destination. I got booted from the international transfer terminal because I was so unruly at the ticket counter where an automaton United employee turned on her corporate trained behaviourist defence mode and literally shut down her station to avoid facing reality. I was connecting at Dulles Airport from London to Orlando. When I got to Dulles though there was no record of my ticket even though I had just flown from London on a United flight with a ticket that had a destination of Orlando. When I told the automaton worker that I wasn’t gonna leave the line until she did something about what was obviously her, i.e. United’s mistake, she left the counter and told the people behind me that they should find another line. Of course they all did exactly that. I stood there dumbfounded, angry, but not surprised. I was in #americant. The land of in-order-to-get-ahead you MUST fail upwards. It was/is indeed some God’s country of monopolisation or die trying (to get there).

Long story short.

It turns out that #United had actually allowed me to board in London without noticing that they had put the wrong name on my ticket. By-the-bye, this was post nine-eleven! And so… I boarded in London as Thomas (wrong-name) and flew eight hours to Dulles. When in Dulles the #United automaton said there was no record of me, according to the name on my passport, nor was there a ticket for me from London to Orlando. There was a record of “Thomas (wrong-name)”, though–as printed on the boarding pass I received in London. And because that name didn’t match my passport they said it wasn’t their problem.

“But I just flew with you from London with or without the right name. Now I’m stuck in the transfer terminal in Dulles. What the hell do I do now?”

An airport employee ended up telling me that I had to exit the terminal and deal with United from the outside. The whole ordeal cost me a night in a hotel, a missed flight to my destination and the undue stress of having to deal with corporate #americant where “corporations are people too, my friend.” (Mitt Romney.)

So it’s no surprise to me that a monopoly industry would resort to this type of behaviour in its daily activities. And who facilitated the airline industry turning into a monopoly? That’s right, dear worst-reader. You guessed it. #Americant did. Now go vote your feelings and allow the conservatives to turn your country into the politburo corporate moneyed governing entity that it was always meant to be. And don’t forget:

Make #americant greatness again. Suckers!

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Rant on.

-t

Pathology 101: #Americant Greed Galore Times Three

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Fascinating but winded article. I suppose that’s why writers for The New Yorker get paid the big bucks. With that in mind, the article linked to below is a doozy. Just when I thought Citizens United had created an ideological political Autobahn to hell paid for by the über-rich that would lead my beloved #ameircant straight to…, here comes a new twist on reality. Not only are rational minds the world over competing with the batshittery of American (1) conservatives and (2) religious nut jobs, but there’s now a third beast to deal with. Indeed. Imagine a boxing match where it’s two against one. Then, suddenly, a third boxer joins the other two. That’s right, dear worst-reader. There are three beasts fighting against one. All three have one thing in common: political conservatism.

  • money greed (old money inherited, protected, etc.)
  • religious greed (tax free mega churches and pastor jets, etc.)
  • new rich (dotcom cracks, hedge fund instant winners, etc.)

Although a few truth seekers out there have mentioned the fact that America’s wealthy are pretty much socially and amorally pathological at this point in our history, the article linked below may provide a bit more info about how this came to be. The rich man written about is, at least for me, the scariest character yet in this freakshow. Scarier than the Koch brothers, scarier than wannabe Ronald Reagan, scarier seven hundred clubs, scarier than Rush, etc., etc.

For the life of me, I can’t figure out why the mind’s of rich people get so cracked and damaged to make them think this way. But then again, what the fuck do I care. #Americant is getting what it deserves. Or?

Good luck suckers.

Rant on.

-t

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The reclusive hedge fund tycoon | The New Yorker

Problems With The World Today, How You Know It’s So And How To Save $5 And Look Cool Doing It If You’re Smart

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Obviously it’s hard to see. Reason? Sight. It’s really that simple. Sight is not the ability to see.

But see what, dear worst-writer?

Well. Let me tell you, dear worst-reader.

While walking Beckett the Killer Pug this afternoon, I came across something that I see all the time. In fact, I see it without sight. And each time I see it I say to myself, wow, how can that be? In this case, I passed a new Smart car and I took sight.

Just look at that new Smart car!

It has drum brakes at the rear…

Drum brakes? Ok. Ok. I’m sure some über-edumacated #eurowasteland engineer might have suggested to the corporate automaton management team at Smart (or is it Mercedes?) that only modern brakes should be installed on this little piece of krapp pseudo-car. But as we all know, the automaton management of said company always wins this type of… idealistic discussion? The fact that disc brakes are much more expensive than drum brakes goes without saying. And what about the issue of archaic governmental regulations that hold back a company like Smart from having a car with only two brakes instead of four? Indeed. Drum brakes are still being used in many automobiles these days. Which brings me to the following worst-question:

Why not just forgo brakes on the rear of this car? Not only would that LOOK cool but it would BE cool.

At the least, forgoing brakes on the rear wheels would save weight and money. Speaking of money–i.e. the god whom all prey to. I wonder if drum brakes still cost something like $5 to make. Yes. That’s what they cost twenty years ago when I was a research analyst working for the German car industry and someone suggested–even back then to get rid of drum brakes on all cars. Twenty years ago. I wonder what is going to be the drum-brake of the iPhone in ten years.

Rant on.

-t

Rich vs Rich

Some say there’s a difference between wealthy and rich. It has something to do with how you came to your money. In the end the words don’t matter. What does matter, though, is the result of the world’s greatest experiment in democracy playing the I can be rich and powerful and all-knowing and the centre of the universe card. Or maybe not.

As the freak show known as the presidential election makes the turn for the final stretch, The Donald has emerged as the shitbag leader of a whole bunch of shitbags. But is The Donald actually what he says he is? Does it even matter? I mean, he does have his own 757 jet. And almost everything he owns is laced in gold–to match his stuck-in-the-1970s comb-over. But I digress.

Enter stupid.

When it became clear to worstwriter that The Donald was actually gonna clinch the RNC nomination I started to worry about one thing. Does this mean that there will finally be a civil war among the shitbags. Oh! Wait. What are the shitbags? Well, dear worst-reader, I’m glad you asked. The shitbags are the people in #americant that own everything. Of course, they don’t own everything because they earned it. No. They own everything because…

  1. They inherited it (i.e. their grandparents earned it)
  2. They conned someone to get it
  3. The pöbel gave it to them because, well, the first rule of flight club is that you believe you too can be rich so you act accordingly–which always keeps the money in one place and one place only.

But before I get too far off subject. I want to blog about the scariest part of the DNC series of Hey Stupid People Listen Up speeches. As good as Michelle Obama’s speech was, as emotional as Khizr Khan’s speech was, as hot as Katy Perry is, the only speech that stood out in my worst-mind was the one by Bloomberg. Why? Well, it’s simple. There is rich and then there is rich.

Remember, dear worst-reader, #americant is what it is not because of rich people but instead because of poor people believing they too can be rich–and the poor act accordingly. And while that game is played there are structures to control those who THINK they are in the game. For those who work for a living and get by this is called neo-feudalism. For those that live to work and succeed at the game of musical chairs of the corporate world, this is fascism. For those that don’t give a fuck–it’s #americant. But, again, I digress.

Donald Trump is not in the (rich) game. This is the reason Bloomberg–an Independent!!!–spoke at the DNC. In fact, the likes of Bloomberg is Trump’s biggest hurdle to getting elected POTUS in November. Trump is simply not in the(ir) game. He may have money but he’s far from being one of them. But you gotta give the guy credit. He’s certainly trying to be in the game. Which is probably what makes him so appealing to so many stupid people. With that in mind, do you feel bad for him and his freak-show yet?

Michael Bloomberg’s speech (see vid above) was the scariest part of not just the DNC but also the RNC–and all of #americant. Bloomberg is the kind of rich that controls everything. Trump is the kind of rich that entertains everything. #Americant. Are these factions of rich colliding? Probably not. But to listen to the freak-show of Bloomberg preach to the choir of stupidity of Trump was an amazing spectacle–especially since it was done by the Democrats. Oh well. As usual, good luck suckers. And…

Rant on.

-t

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The Dips That Make It So, Podcast Hell, The Smell Of Skunk Road Kill

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Recently subscribed to recode-decode podcast. Have to admit, of all the podcasts out there, many of which I try regularly in search of things-of-interest, there are only about a dozen or so that I remain subscribed to. Shame, eh. I mean, what a waste of bandwidth. Thousands of podcasts out there and only, maybe, twelve of them are any good. What does that say about podcasting? Wait. What does it say about me? Nomatter. To each her/his own, eh?

When I saw who was being interviewed on a recent recode-decode podcast I almost immediately hit the unsubscribe button. If anything repels me as though it were the stench of a dead skunk after two days on the side of the road it would be the people that have made Kim Kardashian “famous”. Of course, don’t get me wrong. The recode-decode podcast, after two or three listens, is actually pretty good. At least, well, it’s a tick better than other interview podcasts that dwell on even more nothingness.

Get this, dear worst-reader. The reason I didn’t unsubscribe after seeing who they interview is because I don’t actually blame Kim Kardashian for being what she is. That would be like blaming an orangutang for being orange. It would also be like blaming PT Barnum for his most famous quote turning out to be truer than ever. And that’s kinda important. Although she is a human dip, we live in times where a lot of people get ahead because, well, they learn to profit from living in a world of dips. If you don’t want to be a dip then you probably won’t make in this world today. Hence, corporatism, automatons, apparatus, etc. I mean, come on, Donald Trump couldn’t be where he is today if it weren’t for a nation of dips. But let’s not get too far off subject.

As difficult as it was, I decided this morning to press on and listen to a podcast where Kim Kardashian is interviewed about… whatever. I got through about fifteen minutes of it (which is more than I expected) before turning it off (it’s about forty minutes long). The good news? As I write this paragraph I’m still subscribed to recode-decode. The bad news? There was something else in this podcast that motivated me to write this post.

Not only is it excruciating listening to a dip like Kim K talk but it’s also pretty painful listening to the interviewer–in this case a supposedly well respected tech journalist–go about the whole situation as though it has some sort of journalistic merit. And then there’s the issue of who/what is sponsoring this well produced podcast. The first thing that caught my attention when the podcast started was the reference to a particular sponsor. Guess who/what is a sponsor of a podcast that has a “legitimate” tech journalist interviewing Kim K about her ability to exploit technology? Wait. Before you answer that, answer this: Who/what are Kim K enablers?

Ok. The answers to those questions are irrelevant. But the questions aren’t. A sponsor of this recode-decode podcast is a company that refinances student loans. Now. With that in mind, here’s another question for ya. Who are the people that have made the united mistakes of #americant not only the greatest debtor nation in history but also  a nation of college educated dips that, literally, perpetuate everything that is wrong in western society today? The tech industry of silicon valley–that is the enabler of this podcast–is every bit a part of what’s wrong with #americant these days–and absolutely nothing about what should be right. Or maybe not. Whatever.

#failupwards

It’s a good thing I wrote this post. It helped reevaluate what I’ve done. Unsubscribing to  podcast now.

Good luck suckers.

Rant on. -Tommi

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Turn On, Tune In, Drop Out, Or Pass Me The Popcorn As The Sh*t Show Implodes

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Having fun in the game of life yet? No? Gee, why not? Not enough ice-cream? Not enough cheap gas? Not enough free money in the form of credit you’ll never pay back? Not enough of someone thinking for you? Not enough of all this too much? Oh well. Moving on. Look what happened today (in the news). After reading about this one, here my first thoughts:

Yeah. Ok. I get it. I know why this is happening. I played the game once. Now everyone else plays it. I sit back and watch–like the voyeur I am. And so. I thank you dear worst-reader for playing the game so that I can watch. And laugh.

With that in mind, after reading that the mega (wannabe) monopoly corporation Intel is laying off twelve thousand employees, a cynical smile overcame me. This is where I like to reveal the inner workings of my worst-heart. What are the inner workings? Simple. Fuck all twelve thousand! May the twelve thousand rot in the cesspool of greed filth that they work for. May all their useless families and children and whatnot-dependents eat the eyeballs of the dying corporatist patriarchy that is the evil that they work/live for. For, dear worst-reader, corporations like Intel are pure evil. Twelve thousand employees are sh*t outta luck and they worked for the (THE!) computer chipmaker extraordinaire Intel–and none of them knew they worked for pure evil? Twelve thousand? I suppose, if one worst-considers the amount of employees that have been let go over the past thirty or so years in this world of fail-upwards corporatism, twelve thousand is a drop in the bucket. Yet, I love it all the same. Why? Because, well, Intel. What better example is there of the failure of society, of the failure of government, the failure of employees, of humanity. Just worst-writing the word “Intel” makes me sick to my stomach. Which means I have to get through this post toot-sweet. Seriously. And not only that. Fuck all the auto workers, the steel workers, garment workers, etc., etc. Fuck them all and… Fuck all workers and automatons and corporatists that have enabled and facilitated the times we live in. Times that history will tell equal the times of the past when slaves worked and the few & far between were the lucky ones–you know, like kings and queens and emperors and pharaohs and their jesters (which are now called employees), etc. Welcome dear twelve thousand former Intel employees, welcome to the neo-feudalism that you helped enable. Or am I over doing it? Have things improved much since, gee, I don’t know, the pharaohs? What? We got better health care now? We all got a car and an iPhone? And let’s not forget that we all get to have teeth after the age of fifteen. Or? Full stop. I am over doing it? I’m over doing for the sake of dramatic effect. Right? Am I coming across as a class fighter? Is the tendency to read and mis-read Karl Marx seeping out of the pores of my skin? Yeah, I might be over doing it. But I’m only over doing it with the cursing–and, maybe, the reference to Marx. The rest? I stand by it. Seriously. Never before has the premise behind Tim Leary’s “turn on, tune in, drop out” been more relevant than in my entire life time (born at the end 1963). Except, maybe, the entire premise of the game Monopoly–which we seem to be entangled in and YOU! don’t even know it. Even though I don’t care much for drug induced, hippy-fied political ideology–i.e. Tim Leary–I have to admit that his saying has stuck with me most of my life and whenever I hear about huge layoffs, like this one, I just snicker and laugh and think: where’s my Monopoly game? I gotta break out that board again. It’s been so long since I’ve played. And then more thoughts enter (my cortex). Wow, I think. Those dipsh*ts at Intel got laid-off and I can think of no one else more deserving. When you live your life as a blood sucker, as most corporatists do–because no one actually does any “work” anymore–instead we live life like compulsive behaviourist mosquitos–this is what you get. Twelve thousand layoffs. Greed. Fail upwards. Greed. Societal dysfunction. Greed. The Donald. Greed. #Americant Conservatism. Greed. Greed. Greed. And now that the bottom has fallen out for dipsh*ts and I’m gonna sit back and watch the clusterf*ck that is this board game that everyone (except me) doesn’t even know they’re playing. With that in mind, my worst good luck wishes go out to twelve thousand suckers.

Rant on. -Tommi

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Tommi's News Dump: How To Avoid Reality? Make It Up As You Go Along.

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Wanting to avoid the Panama Paper’s bullshit ain’t gonna be easy. So maybe I should just get it out of my system. First. Who are the players other than the mass of rich greedy people that will come to light from all this? Second. So far we’re dealing with a hacker, a lawyer/accounting company in Panama that specialises in helping clients hide money from governments and tax authorities, Germany’s largest, richest and greatest-ever bank and a measly Munich based newspaper that I wouldn’t read if you payed me to read it. Oh, and let’s not forget the fact that rich people don’t pay for any sins because, well, they’re like Gods in the eyes of those who want to be Gods (but instead have to be delusional dishwashers, ditch diggers, useless eaters and wannabes, etc.) Good luck suckers. Rant on. -Tommi

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