"No one is having that much fun. They're just distorting reality, too big themselves up. Trust me. Anyone out there who's home tonight feeling left out, discarded and disrespected, if you knew how much everybody else is faking it, you wouldn't want to join them anyway." -Bill Maher Real Time #504 Yes, dear worst-reader. Words to …
New Fav Pic Of All Time, Then Some
Don't fret, dear worst-reader. I know I shouldn't be laughing this much. LOL. LOL. HA. HA. Giggle. But what the heck, eh. And you can be sure I'm not having a heart attack and all that laughter is really choking. Or? I mean, come on. Some major dusch-bag recently killed himself and thereby has all …
Epstein’s Death Conspiracy Slash Theory Solved. You’re Welcome.
Addendum (or update) to this post here. Come on, dear worst-reader. Are you getting filled and thrilled by all the conspiracy-krapp on the interwebnets regarding Jeffrey Epstein's death? Was it suicide? Murder? Did mafia goons rip him a new one? And here's the best one: he's still alive. I heard someone say that in whatever …
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Dreams: Funny Faces, Kiss Peeing On Me, Guns
Dreams can be a bitch, dear worst-reader. Especially those dreams that confuse beyond trying to figure them out. I mean, don't you know, I'm not into figuring them ALL out. Some of them I just let go. Others linger with me for days--even as I try to let go. That means, I suppose, I have …
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Is You Stupid
Beyond all the compulsive behaviourism--so many call work or career or achievement--that I've successfully avoided all these years, there's a few things in the greed $hit$how that stick with me and have, of course, left me skewed. Perhaps these things are stigmatising and pursuant of all my/the ill-will towards the world and all things that …
Reminds Me, Wicked Witches And Things
Another heatwave is coming dear worst-reader. Or should I say: worst-rider? Indeed. For I was on a short e-bike ride this morning when I happened across this. Obviously it takes a bit more than über-hot #Eurowasteland weather to melt a public trash can. Children will be boys, eh, when they play around with matches and …
When It’s Time To Fear… Fear Itself
"President Hoover, Mr. Chief Justice, My friends, "This is a day of national consecration, and I am certain that my fellow Americans expect that on my induction into the Presidency I will address them with a candor and a decision which the present situation of our Nation impels. This is preeminently the time to …
Käpernick v Brexit
Alternative title: How To Make Your Protest Unenlightened Well, there you have it, dear worst-reader. I mean, don't get me wrong. It is #Eurowasteland to me and for the better part of my expatriation has always been that way. Indeed. I do live in it. In fact, when I first got to The Continent one …
Study Guide For The Lumpenproletariat
Subtitle: Every link from Chris Hedges The Dilemma of Vladimir Lenin, July 1, 2019, Truthdig.com Don't you love it, dear worst-reader? Don't you love it when you fight so hard to avoid all the entertainment afforded us in these days of interwebnet-galore, including all the glorious porn, facebag, puppy vids, forced early retirement, and thereby …
Past Participle Of Thunderpussy
Is it time yet, dear worst-reader? Time to start trademarking worst-writer? How bout I also trademark one of my other favourites: #Americant? And what about my use of the word fcuk? What? That's not a word? Come now, come now. Of course it's a word, don't you know. It's a word because, well, the powers-that-be …
Submissive Wives Of The Bimbo Coalition
It was the running, dear worst-reader. The running from a few things--that resulted in my expatriation from my beloved & missed united mistakes of #Americant. Allow me to indulge in two of those things here. The first was/is anti-intellectualism. Now don't get me wrong. It's not that I'm saying I'm smarter than anyone else. Indeed, …
Daemons Of My Golden Cages
Living in a golden cage, don't you know, dear worst-reader, has its quirks. It's a shinny place, if you can't guess, yet not shinny enough to hide the excess. Is the gold worth it, you might ask? Oh, the ills of expatriate choices--for those of us born and reared in the privileges of The …
Hick Fascism Dog Whistle
As suggested earlier, the rise and institutionalisation of the Ronald Reagan political clique, first in California as governor, 1967-1975, and then as U.S. President, 1981-1989, was a major green light for the development of white supremacist groups, from marginal and obscure to mainstream, by the dawn of the twenty-first century. Reagan and his cronies and …
The End Is Not Nigh, It’s Here
You know how you can tell you're already living in end-times? It's easy really. If there's a hint of rational thought in your mind, if you can circumvent for a moment all the BS of religious magic, you should also be able to surmise, well, that the krapp you've allowed to occupy you has also …
Not In The Know Of All-Things Worst And Other Dream-Dreams
Disclaimer: NSFW material towards the end of this worst-post. I dreamt of waking in a cold sweat. But then quickly fell asleep again only to dream of a place from twenty years ago where a large blonde woman stands behind me while I sit at a desk attempting to research the hell out of finding …
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