Tag: Eurowasteland

Have No Fear, Worst-Writer Is Here, To Explain Article 11 & 13 #Eurowasteland

Update: Article 11 is now 15 and Article 13 is not 17. Please apply as you worst-read. Last Saturday late morning I hopped on my e-bike and trekked to D'dorf's city-centre to pick up a loaf of the world's greatest bread and after that consume-to-survive a pair of fancy-pants new Birkenstock shoes. That's right, dear … Continue reading Have No Fear, Worst-Writer Is Here, To Explain Article 11 & 13 #Eurowasteland →

How Bout A Bit Of Cockup In Your Brexit

Disclaimer: This post contains purposefully mispelt adult language. What is Brexit really about (according to worst-writer)? Well, get this, dear worst-reader. Like everything else going on in this day & age of all-things-worst, the thing Brexit is really about is simple--even though the whole debate going on for the last few years has been more … Continue reading How Bout A Bit Of Cockup In Your Brexit →

Something Else About Yellow Vests

Robespierre before getting his jaw blown off along with his head. Here's a somewhat limited and underachieving-redneck understanding of the French Revolution1. First. While attempting over the years to read this or that about the Revolution, I learned a while back, to my great disappointment, that Marie Antoinette probably never uttered let them eat cake. … Continue reading Something Else About Yellow Vests →

May Yellow Vests Save Us All And How I Knew Q&A Website Would Suck It

(Deep breath:) What's wrong with journalism is not the fakeness or the fake-newz but how it simply gets things wrong on account those practicing it (journalism) aren't really journalist but if they are they are journalists of a new era where journalism isn't the same as it used to be because now those who pay "journalists" … Continue reading May Yellow Vests Save Us All And How I Knew Q&A Website Would Suck It →

Please: French Revolution V 2.0 But Without The Beheadings (Unless You Must)

I suppose in another life I'd be yelling... burn the fcuking place down. But I'm getting to old for that sort of thing. Or am I? Obviously the world is at a tipping point. I'm glad France is leading the way around that point. Reason? Stupid, ugly, disgusting vomit in the form of rich white-people--who … Continue reading Please: French Revolution V 2.0 But Without The Beheadings (Unless You Must) →

Europe: The Ones Who Do Wrong Are Always Stronger Than The Ones Who Do Right. More Poison Please.

How easy is it, dear wort-reader, to go through life doing the easy wrong and thereby avoiding the difficult right? Well, according to #eurowasteland (Europe), it's even easier. In fact, my beloved #americant isn't much different. Indeed, these brothers and sisters, these kissing cousins, these inbred westerners--split by an ocean--of nevermore... rule the world with … Continue reading Europe: The Ones Who Do Wrong Are Always Stronger Than The Ones Who Do Right. More Poison Please. →

Excercise(s) In Translation: A Schlampe Is Not A Bitch. Or Is She?

There are moments, dear worst-reader, where I love the German language. There are also moments when I don't love it. But that's not what this worst-post is about. Even though I've given up studying the language--because I reached a point many years ago where I not only would dream in it but I achieved such advanced forsight … Continue reading Excercise(s) In Translation: A Schlampe Is Not A Bitch. Or Is She? →

Boardroom Gender Quotas vs Cologne On New Year's Eve vs The Meaning Of Freiwild

What a grand opportunity Germania has right now. Will it act on this opportunity? Of course not. And why not? Well, the answer is simple. There's no money or taxes to be had in acting on a human failing that, up to now, cannot be made financially exploitable for the centralised state. Misogyny and (mafia) patriarchy are … Continue reading Boardroom Gender Quotas vs Cologne On New Year's Eve vs The Meaning Of Freiwild →

Fire Sale

Still giggling about Greece? Yeah, me too. Yet there is something sobering about the whole (or)deal. Or is there something drunken-ing about it? Nomatter. Alexis Tsipras has recently announced he wants another--ANOTHER--vote. This time, though, he wants a vote not on his policies but on him. Which obviously makes sense since the Greeks can probably forget owning … Continue reading Fire Sale →

Channeling Their Sex: Bernie Sanders and Eurowasteland's Greece

https://youtu.be/YF4XJ9gs6Bo Can I join these two, dear worst-reader? Varoufakis and Bernie Sanders? One minute I’m watching the Greek finance minister (vid) slime up his (and his country's) parts, prepping it for penetration, and the next minute I’m reading about a “socialist” politician running for POTUS that might actually get a few votes if it weren’t for what he … Continue reading Channeling Their Sex: Bernie Sanders and Eurowasteland's Greece →

Side Of The Trade

Curiosity has hit this Ausländer a wee bit more than usual since Jan 1. The beginning of 2015 has offered up a lot to consider. First, the Swiss unpegged their precious Franc from the Euro. Second, East Germans, most of which were educated under the auspices of Margot Honecker, presented their intellect in the form of … Continue reading Side Of The Trade →

If I Were A Rich Man

Normally I praise the place I live because it is a pretty good example of a country governed by law & order. For the most part that holds true because Germans are still rather obsessed with Ordnung, although this is waning. More importantly, Germans are obsessed with maintaining the machine that provides them so much sustenance: the German nation-state-corporation … Continue reading If I Were A Rich Man →

Girl Gurl Haters

Boy do they get this wrong. What's especially wrong is utilizing a picture of the communist best gurl-friend turned capitalist-lover as an example of Eurowasteland equality. Germania is a patriarch society. Period. It is a boy-club and it means nothing that its political polit-büro leader is female. Having lived in anti-feminine Germania for the better … Continue reading Girl Gurl Haters →

When Blumen Weep

Seriously. Hate to be a World Cup downer here. But I am worst-writer and not happy-writer. The article linked below starts with a reference (or is it a subtitle?) to 'the bearable lightness of being'. I will worst-assume that the authors of the article for Spiegel International are playing around with the tried and true … Continue reading When Blumen Weep →