Slippery Slope Stupid

As a child of the Cold War and, at the time, old enough to have a grasp of what went on in Vietnam in the late 60s and early 70s, #Americant dogmatised me to fear two political enemies. The first, of course, is the former Soviet Union, now Putin’s pseudo-reich. By the end of the 1970s, btw, I understood the connection between the Soviet Union and Vietnam. Also, we all know what happened when Mikhail Gorbachev kinda threw in the towel regarding the dream of Hammer & Sickle by the end of the 1980s. The other enemy though is bit more obscure. Now. For those who think China is not the enemy, bear with me. The relationship between my beloved & missed united mistakes and China goes back to the 1970s and, for the most part, Richard Nixon. I may be stretching here a bit, but I’d go so far as to worst-say that the relationship with China helped the US force the Soviet Union up against a financial wall. Of course, as we now know, that relationship was a deal with the devil. For you see, dear worst-reader, there is one thing a right-wing, conservative, republican politician was capable of–even back in the 1970s. Unlike today, he knew the difference between political ideology and a dollar. And so. The powers that be, especially the bat$hit conservative powers-that-be, by the 1970s, knew that the only way for #Americant Capitalists to get back to their glory days prior to FDR and the great depression, i.e. days of the robber barons, days of child labour (hence 20th century #Americant capitalist lust for China) and, of course, as little taxation as possible, was to completely circumvent anything that would prevent full and total externalisation of corporate and shareholder costs. Hence, again, China is where everything is made–and they’ve been working on making everything there since… (insert your number of years here). By-the-buy, the final nail in the coffin of FDR and post Great Depression America (which built the middle class) was nailed by non other than Ronald Reagan as he unleashed his supply side economics in the 1980s. Obviously we know where a two-bit Hollywood actor elected president can lead. That’s right. Have you prayed to your recent tv prez cheeto-jesus yet, aka #Trump? And so. As China became the cheap labour capital of the world, where everything is made, and is now an economic powerhouse because of that, is it inevitable that it also becomes enemy number one? And if it is enemy number, how will the political conflict pan out? Well, for that answer, let’s ask some nitwit who, by-the-buy, is capable of learning Mandarin and that’s enough for many #Americants to believe that he is, somehow, someway, …a fcuking moron all the same. Or? Ok. Wait. Forget that. Let’s move on.

I could not believe what I was hearing when John Cena–an actor I don’t ever recall seeing on film but I have seen him on a talk show, or something like that–recorded himself speaking mandarin and apologising to China for calling Taiwan a country. WTF! And then, after I read through the English transcript, I thought: what a suck up! And this guy is a wrastler and an onscreen action star? Seriously? I mean, would John Wayne make such an apology? Oh wait. John Wayne lived in times when #Americant wasn’t fully sold-out yet. But then I watched the video again. And maybe this has something to do with speaking mandarin. It kinda looks like this guy is actually afeared. I mean. Could it be that the movie studio called him and scolded him as if he is their school-man-child:

I don’t give $hit if you can learn mandarin, you fcuking moron. You’re an actor. You’re a lampshade. You don’t earn money for what you think is in your head. You earn money for memorising what we give you to memorise. Now. Before you go out there and open your trap showing the world how fcuking stupid you really are, keep your trap shut and let your inner lampshade make people think you’re really not as stupid as you look.

-worstwriter playacting

Btw, the political situation that has been brewing between #Americant and China for the past thirty or forty years will probably pan-out after it begins in Taiwan. I wonder, after it begins, if anyone will reference a moronic #Americant lampshade from Hollywood who managed to memorise mandarin.

Rant on.



Up Is Down, Black Is White

This is a #Interwebnet screenshot

Where does #Americant go from here? Well, let’s have a look at where it’s been–since Ronald Dip$hit Reagan started the $hitshow that can only culminate in former prez piss-hair, aka Cheeto-jesus. Let’s start with a few words. The newspeak words.

  • Right to work
    • inverse use of language; a draconian law that prohibits unions from collecting dues; how can unions function if they can’t collect dues? Hence, no unions allowed here.
  • A woman’s right to choose
    • as opposed to man’s right to choose over a woman’s; religious obsession with hindering female choice about her body
  • Altright
    • extreme right-wing, white supremacy, neofascist political movement that is juxtaposed, without context to:
  • Antifa
    • when used by right-wingers, this is supposed to mean “fascist” as opposed to what it really means: anti-fascist
  • Freedom
    • when political power is threatened, this word is flung around to make sure that power is maintained by exploiting patriotism, nationalism, nativism, etc.
  • Quantitive easing
    • socialism for the rich
  • Democracy
    • corporate plutocracy
  • Extremist
    • Not one of us

Need I go on, dear worst-reader? Well, how ’bout this. One of the bat$hit republicans recently elected to Congress has claimed that wearing a mask or getting a vaccine is the same as being put in a nazi concentration camp or being forced to wear gold stars on your clothing. Did you get that? Good. Then I don’t have to worst-repeat it. Of course, this level of verbiage may or mayn’t constitute newspeak. A claim such as this, though, is but another fantastic example of the decline in #Americant intellect or lack thereof–from a person elected to Congress. Such a claim is about as low as you can go in the realm of moral decay and anti-intellectualism. Or?

Indeed, dear worst-reader. Where to go from here?

Rant on.



Is You Stupid, How Much?

We can look back at a time in history where people were told to wear a gold star and taken to gas chambers in Nazi Germany.

-MTG rhetoric trying to defend NOT wearing a mask or getting vaccinated

Get a load of this, dear worst-reader. Of course, this ain’t the first time mindless and anti-intellectual conservatives have invoked the atrocities of Nazi’s or the holocaust in order to further misunderstanding and/or disinformation so they can score political points with their equally stupid constituents. This sort of mindless verbal discharge from a sitting House of Representative, though, is still truly mind-boggling every time I hear it. Then again, didn’t a former congressman employ the same misconstrued tactic albeit minimising the genocide of Native Americans? But let me not show all my bias here (on account I really, really can’t stand political conservatism). For. Don’t you know, dear worst-reader, AOC, who I am a fan of, also made a kinda misconstrued comparison after she visited one of former president pee-pee-hair’s boarder camps, thereby calling it a “concentration camp”. Her bad, eh.

Source: #interwebnet screenshot

The worst of all this, dear worst-reader, is that there is no consequence to idiocy and/or blatant stupidity in my beloved & missed united mistakes. Mindlessness permeates everything. Is this a consequence of two or three (more?) generations being reared on TV and/or public schools that ain’t worth a hoot ? I mean, I get it when foreign leaders make the same comparison. What can one expect when political conservatism in places like Turkey and Brazil and the Philippines, etc., gain leaders in systems without checks and balances? But when #Americants do it I can’t help but cringe. It’s just gotten so out of hand. It’s so blatant. It happens so much. WTF!

#Nomatter, dear worst-reader. I suppose things could be worse. Or could they?

Rant on.


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Secede Already, Take Texas With You

It boils down, basically, to two parts hating each other. It’s also about someone, some group, organisations, etc., stoking that hate. Does anyone question how two parts (of the same coin) could let it get this far? I mean. What is the result of literally decimating a country’s manufacturing base–since the end of WW2? Decimating meaning: because capitalist and owners don’t want to share ANYTHING with anybody and certainly don’t want things like unions making decisions (for those capitalists), worker-bees are stuck with fighting amongst themselves. Hence. Polarise. Divide and conquer. Blame the other guy. Or do you, dear worst-reader, have a better explanation of how the #Americant middle-class got to this point? I mean. Political infighting doesn’t effect the rich. Am I wrong. Yet no one questions how it is that a certain part of the country, the part made up of the children and grandchildren of a working class are now so hellbent on hating their grandchildren and great grandchildren because, well, there are a few people, mostly young ones, that want to get back to questioning why things are the way they are? And so. What better example is there of #Americant disunion, confusion, spite, etc., than to look at how #Americants fight with each other?

Would you believe that there’s plenty of representatives in plenty of states that want to join the grand old fallacy of secession? I always thought that this kind of krapp just came out of Texas. You know. Texas! That state down on the boarder to Mexico that thinks/believes it is a gift from a higher power. A power, btw, that derives out of pseudo history and/or its dream of forever shooting first and never questioning later. And let’s not mention the BS about the Alamo. You know. That silly little town that failed to defeat an army of fighters fighting against things like, gee, enslavement. But on that note, I must die-gress.

When I first heard that Oregon’s Das Volk, i.e. the rednecks, the lost and cancelled children of the so-called greatest generation and #Okboomer, have actually proposed a kind of secession whereby they just want to change the boarders of the state so they can join up with like-minded Idaho, I thought: Seriously? Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Cough. Choke. Giggle some more. And then I thought: Holy krapp, dear worst-reader. The people doing this–in #Americant today–in a society run amok with the likes of the former prez cheeto-jesus–are actually considered adults. Adults! And this is what they can come up with as a solution to their… Issues? Go figure. Indeed. Which begs the question: How much longer can #Americant last with NO (not enough) adults in the room?

Rant on.



The Not So Grand Intervention

I’ve been in my beloved & missed #Americant during the worst pandemic in a hundred years for a week now. I received my first covid shot within hours of arriving. Should be getting second shot within the next three weeks. I consider being able to fly here and get vaccinated an awesome privilege–and for that I am humbly thankful. But get this, dear worst-reader. I’m kinda shocked that this whole pandemic thing ain’t just a touch worse. I mean. Come on. Check out some of the numbers. Officially almost six hundred thousand brethren have died from this disease. Many many more refuse to even recognise that it’s a problem–even after so many deaths. Yet what do I observe after being here for only a week? People are utterly clueless as to what is going on. They don’t understand six feet distancing. If they were giving cartoon directions they couldn’t wear their masks properly. And #Americants young and old are obsessed with returning to a normalcy that contains EVERYTHING that lead to this problem in the first place. Obviously I’m generalising and there are those who do have a clue. But then there’s that other post Reagan new-fangled #Americant way of life: the gluttony and sloth greed $hitshow. Indeed, baby. Greed is good, eh? (Sarcasm off.)

cases/deaths/rates/death per 100k;

Ok. What is the result of not handling covid from the get-go? Indeed. For my widowed mother, it’s obviously not been good, although she’s vaccinated and safe for now. Hence, this trip ain’t about covid distress per say but instead is a family intervention. Of course, without divulging personal family matters, allow me to worst-write that the ageing matriarch of my family is not well. Put another way, not only has she not done well with widowhood, she’s given in to the demons of sloth and gluttony that are personified by everything that worst-writer despises and ran away from so many years ago, namely the ugliness of white trash galore. Although she has not fallen off the edge, certain activities around my mother’s life and lifestyle have raised alarms. As far as my siblings and I are concerned, something needs to be done. Hence, I have travelled here from afar–during the worst pandemic in a hundred fcuking years and I’m pissed. I mean. I don’t know about how you were raised, dear worst-reader, but are we now in times where parents, after fcuking up both their kids and the world, simply throw in the towel and treat their remaining years as though they were the crud and slime below the sandals of Caligula?

With that in mind, in the past few days things have escalated where the first casualty must be registered. After returning from a short hospital visit, I found our front door knob lock busted (see pic above). Obviously the locks have been changed but the situation does beg the question: WTF Mom!

Rant on.


The Cuckoos Nest Flew Over The One


What does it take to change the story(line), dear worst-reader? You know. Change the story so that it fits the/your narrative. As in. My beloved & missed #Americant can’t quite figure out what to do with the mischief of its toddler man-children in the here and now that has become a $hitshow of greed and deplorable-ism run amok. Since it’s already beaten the bee-jee-zees out of most its people in the past two centuries, what’s left to do in order to maintain a certain level of control of the mind–that, of course, only benefits the few? With that in worst-mind, am I starting to sympathise with the events of January 6, 2021?

No. I’m not. But if I were….

As much as I despise the misconstrued anger and bespoke bigotry of the idiot white men who stormed The Capitol–and I also hope they are all punished for their transgressions–something makes me wish that at least part of their voice(s) could be heard. For here’s the thing these men have never (will never) learn in their measly, deplorable, mendacious lives:

Violence begets….

Blah. Blah. Blah.

Even though no gun shots were fired from the storming deplorable masses, does the question need be asked as to why their other half was the only one to have fired a gun–and thereby needlessly kill a person? Indeed. Only one shot was fired–and it was from the pawn of the oppressor, i.e. the Capitol Police. For don’t you know, dear worst-reader, if you lined all the people up from both sides of the January 6, 2021 $hitshow, and lined them up naked, don’t you know, would you be able to tell them apart? Ah. The wrath of ugly deplorable white people all looking the same, naked. Moving on.

Many of the participants of January 6 were, of course, wielding weaponry–even though the Shaman and his viking wannabe weaponry was more akin to elementary school show & tell. My worst-point is this: in a country where guns and mass shootings are commonplace, why wasn’t there more shooting from those who think they were so righteous? I mean. I don’t know about you. From what I’ve read about history, revolutions end up killing lots of people. Am I wrong? I mean. On January 6 only five people died. Could that be the ultimate fail/pass grade of #Americant politics culminating in #MAGA and president piss-hair? Or. Where have all the Patrick Henry testicles gone?

Better yet: WTF?

Which brings me to a worst-analogy that’s crossed my thoughts recently. When was the last time you watched One Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest, dear worst-reader? I mean. For the past few weeks this movie has been on my mind–along with January 6. That is. Is there anything from this movie that reminds you of January 6? Murphy (Jack Nicholson) is Deplorable, is he not? Or. As sympathetic as Murphy is (in the movie version), can Deplorable be wrapped in sweet gold fun chocolate, aka take the inmates out for a fishing trip, get an inmate laid, and perhaps even become your drinking buddy? Nurse Ratched (Louise Fletcher), on the other hand, is the State. She was indeed recruited to run the asylum wing of said State. No? None of this analogising working for you, dear worst-reader? Well, how ’bout this? I recently (re)watched One Flew Over The Cuckoos nest and I did so because, well, I think a little voice told me it was/is totally comparable. Do you ever hear little voices, dear worst-reader? Sometimes all they do is giggle to me you know. But not this time. Moving on.

In worst-writer’s humble opinion there’s only three things one needs to know/remember/concern one’s self with… when trying to make a worst-comparison between #Americant’s newest form of idiocy-governance run amok and a film appropriately titled: One Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest. Let’s list them, shall we.

  1. The antagonist of the film is a woman with power.
  2. All of the crazies in the partly voluntary asylum are white men.
  3. All the conflict in the film lead only to a sub-character, the Indian, escaping.

And so. This latest viewing of the movie has re-channeled my POV regarding Nurse Ratched and January 6, 2021. Although it’s been probably ten or so years since I last watched Cuckoos Nest, for whatever worst-reason, this viewing has opened my mind to the idear that Ratched might not be so bad after all–and, perhaps, not all the morons of the January 6 pseudo-putsch, as dumb as they seem, are as bad either. Oh. Hold a sec. By-the-buy. Only after this third or fourth or fifth viewing of Cuckoos Nest (in early February 2021) did I hear that Ratched and her, let’s say, somewhat antagonising character, has been rejuvenated in a TV series. I haven’t seen the series as of the writing of this worst-post but be assured I intend to watch it as soon as it’s available (to me). So let’s put that aside, eh.

This most recent viewing of Cuckoos Nest has showed me that Nurse Ratched (Government and/or state authority) ain’t so bad. In fact, now more than ever, I believe that Nurse Ratched is a pretty sympathetic character, including her treatment of Murphy (Deplorables). Keep in mind, the reason Murphy is in the asylum is not because he’s trying to avoid prison but instead because he thinks:

  1. He can outwit the system.
  2. He is in control of inner demons that only know that violence begets….

In the novel there is much more insight to the origin of Murphy’s violence and the reason he has been incarcerated by the State. That worst-said, I still prefer the movie character, especially the brilliance of Jack Nicholson and the foresight of the director (Miloš Forman) to exclude any character development of Murphy. That said, Murphy is simply a vehicle to a much larger message which may or may not be the subtext of the movie. Namely, #Americant manhood is doomed to a life of subjugation–with or without a lobotomy.

Now. Getting back to January 6. Is it me or has anyone else noticed that the only person killed by the State during this amateur attempt at a revolution was a woman? In this worst-writer context does that then bare the question: what if Murphy actually killed Ratched? But on that must die-gress.

Indeed. The only person killed by the State on January 6 was an Air Force vet who tried to break through a window while inside the Capitol in order to get on the floor of the House of Representatives to show her hate of Nancy Pelosi. Now. Considering the idear, via the Rolling Stones, that there’s a fine line between being a cop and a criminal, do we really need to differentiate good and evil within the confines of Empire run amok, aka #Americant? You know, even though I hate the bothsideism thing in #Americant politics, the one time it is applicable is when comparing a mob of deplorable white people storming the Capitol with the poor souls tasked with protecting it.

Just as every cop is a criminal, And all the sinners saints, As heads is tails, Just call me Lucifer, ‘Cause I’m in need of some restraint, (Who who, who who) -Rolling Stones, Sympathy For The Devil

So. Like. I guess. I’m wondering if January 6 can contain the great missed message of the the film One Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest? You know. Not only are criminals and madmen made (Murphy) but they are also convenient (Ratched)–especially in a State on the verge of wanton madness. The only question that remains, then, is: since #Americant has lobotomised most of its people via lack of education, religion, anti-intellectualism and consume-to-survive, who/what/where is the one sub-character to be set free?

Yes. Indeed. Things to worst-ponder.

Rant on.


PS Here’s a thought I wasn’t able to work into this worst-text. For worst-posterity I’ll just jot it here. Who knows. Maybe it’ll stay in my head for a while and I’ll be able to use it again somewhere else. Or maybe not.

The moment the class-clown stops your laughter is the moment you realise your lobotomy.

Links that motivate this post:

How Obvious Does It Have To Be

This is the stage at CPAC 2021. I mean, dudes and dudets, could it be more obvious? Source of pic: see link below

Scenarios of things past that could only lead to things to come. Or. How I learned to see the future–of where my beloved & missed #Americant would go.

Scenario 1.

So. Like. It’s ca. 1984. I’m navigating my way around Washington DC trying to find an office building where I have a job interview. Remember, dear worst-reader, it was a time before mobile apps. And so. I run into two problems above and beyond my orientation (or is it navigation) ability. First. I made the mistake of asking an old man in rotted clothes if he could tell me where my street was. The man, obviously a homeless man run waaaaay down on his luck, didn’t feel like entertaining my question. Right in the middle of the sidewalk he started freaking out and calling me names. While yelling f-this and f-that and who the f do I think I am he even lunged towards me with his shopping cart and waved one of his many bags in the air as though it were a flail. I quickly ran down the wrong street to get away from him, which brings me to the second issue. As I turned a corner a jewellery store owner peered his head out of his front door and started yelling at me for disturbing the peace. He asked about how stupid I was and then added that they have to clean up every morning from the bums and why do people like me have to make things worse cause he knows the guy who just yelled at me and that he would probably take another shit in front his door, etc., etc. And then he added as I was just getting out of (his) ear-sight, why don’t they round up the bastards and put them out of their misery along with all you yuppie $hits!  

I guess the stage symbolism is a bit obscure. Or? Source of pic: see link below

Scenario 2.

It would have been the late 70s. My misconstrued parents dragged me to a party. Of course, my sister was older than me which meant she could stay home alone. I obviously wasn’t in the best mood being dragged along to an adult stupid party. While there, I watched the adults get $hit-faced out of their minds while stuffing themselves with some fancy-pants catered dinner of chicken in cream sauce that I remember smelled the same as the stuff my mother was drinking (probably gin). Of course, I was forced by my drunk parents to finish my plate after which I could go into the hosts bedroom to be alone and watch a movie on their cable TV. When I asked my mother why I couldn’t have just stayed home to do that she smirked and threatened to slap me for being a smart-a$$. Oh well. Long story short, eh dear worst-reader. After watching at least two movies and noticing that it was getting pretty late, I stepped outside to see what the adults were doing. They were all still partying as though the world was coming to an end, their noise having disturbed my movie night more than thrice. But here’s the catcher. Obviously the adults had been playing some sort of betting game and when I entered the living room the bets were being paid. Remember, dear worst-reader. This was the 1970s USA. There are a few things always present at gatherings that were supposed to give off an air of pseudo-sophistication in certain middle-class environments in 70s. In the name of expediency I’ll only inform you, dear worst-reader, of the things the males brought along to such social gatherings. The first is a polyester neck tie the size of a pillow. The second is facial hair in the form of sideburns or a moustache. Of the males who lost their bets in the game, the were required to trim their moustaches in the form of the old fashioned toothbrush, i.e. the Hitler moustache. Why adults of the 70s thought this was funny I’ll never know.

Scenario 3.

Last but not least for today’s worst-post, dear worst-reader. This scenario will be a short one. While growing up in rural and suburban-hell of wannabe WASP-ville galore, I can’t count how many Jew smirks and innuendo and conspiracies I’ve heard over the years. And now that we have a congresswoman who believes that lasers in space are run by Jews…

Just when you think the direction a country takes couldn’t get more obvious, one of the two major political parties throws a shindig and can’t even hide the prejudices of a once defeated ideology. Or. I suppose. If you must. You could think that maybe, just maybe, all the white supremacists of the #Americant Republican Party just really, kinda, dig the symbols of Norse mythology.

Or maybe not.

Rant on.


Source: The Nazi Stage at CPAC is the Odal Rune

Missing With Your Blame Gun

Went ahead and gave it my best shot, dear worst-reader. And guess what? I actually made it through a whole Jimmy Dore clip. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to do that. For don’t you know, dear worst-reader, I’m a bit of skeptic when it comes to the likes of Jimmy Dore. You know, that part of the #Interwebnet “left” that can really, ultimately, only play the blame game–usually a wildly misplaced blame game, don’t you know.

So here’s my worst-question: who then is to blame? Well. Considering the article that motivated this clip, it’s all to be blamed on poverty–and all that entails. Yet, after reading the article I couldn’t help but resort to my personal blame game that I’ve been playing ever since expatriating once I realised that Reagan & Co. where screwing the pooch and it was only a matter of time before my beloved & missed #Americants would be eating each other. Yeah, that was forty or so f’n years ago.

So here’s the worst-gist of this worst-post, baby. I could give a hoot about how financially troubled the morons are that tried their fail-upwards, misconstrued and silly pseudo-putsch on January 6. Fcuk ’em, fcuk ’em all! In fact, I hope every damn one of them gets the book thrown at them. Of course, obviously, in white #Americant, that ain’t gonna happen. But that’s neither here nor there as I’m no rant-comedian. With that in mind, the question of blame that Jimmy Dore & Co. should be asking is how many of those Putsch wannabes vote republican? How many of their parents vote republican? How many of them vote independent? Or Green? In other worst-words, you can’t change the rules right in the middle of the game*–no matter how funny you think you are. And so. If piss-hair #Trump is only a symptom (which he is) who the fuck is the disease? Maybe that’s who Dore & Co. should be ranting about. The disease is the multitude of ignorant and debased fools (74m of them) who can’t wake up to the reality of what they and their parents and grandparents have done in allowing the republican party to go so far to the political right.

The rightwing of my beloved & missed #Americant have been fighting long and hard since WW2 to get to the likes of #Trump, Bush, wars, greed and more greed. Where have Das Volk been in all that time to move the country just enough to the left in order to maintain even a speck of balance? I’ll tell you where they’ve been. They’ve been dabbling and waddling in the grimy cum and excrement of redneck stupidity that is all mislead by either preachers or the likes of Dore & Co. propagating the idear that it’s all about poverty–as opposed to wanton, blatant stupidity.

And there you have it. You’re welcome, suckers.

Rant (un-comedically) on.


Here’s a link to The Washington Post article Dore references:

*The game is a two party system–like it or not. Voting for anything outside of those two parties only gives the other party an advantage, which is currently how the likes of Mitch McConnell, a senator from the heart of bumfcuk #Americant, can basically own the legislative branch of government. Why don’t you rant to the people in Kentucky that vomit up the likes of McConnell?

Sue To The Dungheap

As the herd culls or is culled…

How does one get to the essence of what’s wrong with everything, dear worst-reader? You know, why everything is soooooo worst? Does one dig to the base, the fundament, the origin? Are there even enough shovels, tools to do that? Does one deconstruct and thereby reconstruct–in order to produce a fabulous 3-d exploded-view diagram? Or how ’bout preying during a/your seance while others puke tell-tale ingredients onto the/your weegee (ouija) board that is read back to you by witch-bitches and/or bitch-teat wearers? How ’bout just taking a moment, a deserved moment, where you put yourself into that dream-state, induced by whatever means you see fit, and take a crawl through President Stupid’s pee-pee-hair? Indeed. There you will most certainly find answers.

But I die-gress.

Or do I?

The thing is, there’s an origin to everything. Not an origin, don’t you know, that is about the metaphysical, i.e. religion. Let’s be clear (about that). There is an origin more along the lines of what came first when it comes to a world of STUPID. More importantly: a world of taking advantage of STUPID. And so. It’s not about what came first: the fire or the wheel? Nor is it about what stroke of the brush began the Mona Lisa? And how ’bout this? Is the first note of Beethoven’s 9th really the first sound that came to (his) mind before composing (it)? As vague (worst) as all that worst-writing may or may not be, there is (still) an origin to everything. The only thing there isn’t–is an origin to the origin. But let’s not get so far off worst-subject, eh. And so (1). Is the origin (of everything) worth finding? In the case of religion, it doesn’t really matter. In the case of humanity destroying itself, a case where man obviously has gone a bit too far in his whimsical and diabolical lust to rule and control others, i.e. the greed $hitshow that is my beloved & missed united mistakes of #Americant, it might be worth figuring out. And so (2). Let us have a look at that origin. Let’s glance down the cumhole of political conservatism.

Where does it come from? Is it real (as in reality)? Is it a ghost (unseen) of which only our subconscious is aware? Is it the anger of a scorn wo-man whose beauty was stolen by her stupidness on account she believed in President Pee-Pee-Hair? Indeed. We are nearing its name. And so (3). Let’s go there now, dear worst-reader. Buckle down. Tighten up the straps of your dildo-brain. Grease up the edges. Tickle the orifice yourself first. Get ready, baby.

Let’s call it by its name now: faux-newz. Let’s address it as a pledge sung: Oh Limbaugh & Co. of the stars-n-stripes pinned to the lapel of a JC Penny suit. The voice of a father or mother that is against anything and everything intellectual that questions the great spaghetti-monster in the sky is whispering as husband-man has his religious doctrine way the grand Her. She never cums. And so (4). Yes. At the behest of being redundant, the origin is: faux-newz.

But what I really wanted to get on about in this worst-post…

As the old saying goes: We’ll take what we can get, eh, dear worst-reader. I mean, if that’s what’s required to get rid of Faux-Newz, let it be done (see links below). Let it be done with gore and glory. Sue the krapp out of the motherfcukers! I mean, since my wish that they/it would just fade away as the greatest generation and its off-spring the #okboomers should fade away… Well. It obviously it ain’t gonna be that simple. For you see, dear worst-reader, (the) taking advantage of all the STUPID of LAND OF FREE TO BE STUPID, ain’t no hat-trick. It is something else. In whatever parallel universe it is, I guess, something grand, something glorious–is to happen. It is something for believers to believe in. Of course, that doesn’t mean that the likes of Rupert Murdoch will also go to the way side as the $hithole that is faux-newz is sued. Oh. Dear worst-reader. The battles we thinking folk must face in our minds and/or worst-writer pages…?

And so (5). Let us move on with the age-old worst-writer adage.

What is #Americant political and social conservatism? It is three things. First, in the context of the media, it is that which tells people what to think and what to do. This is the base of President Stupid, don’t you know. Second, it is those who do what they are told–without question. And they are the 62m or so that elected, directly or indirectly, President $hit-4-brains. Third, it is those who think they are not part of the first or the second, hence all the smart-arses in the world (perhaps including yours-worst-truly), and the previously mentioned indirect culprits, that make all this happen. And they are oblivious to it. Currently, w/ this our newest and most profuse crisis (the f’n flu), faux-newz is finding it difficult to subvert its true face, what it really stands for, its meaning. And for that, finally, hopefully, it must pay. Or maybe not.

For how do you catch a fox, dear worst-reader. A fox that is the greatest of all STUPID that has ever been. At lest the greatest since the likes of Brutus had his penetrating way with Caesar. But I could be wrong. #Nomatter.

Good luck suckers.

Rant on.


PS Kara Swisher, from a link below, has a podcast I regularly listen to. It’s a pretty cool podcast, too. But sometimes it kinda sucks–as all talking heads (can) suck. Yeah, sometimes.


#OkBoomers Be Gone. Please.

As I point out here or there in this worst-blog, I’m not a fan of my own generation. Especially the #Americant portion of that generation1. But. Dear worst-reader. Not only can we NOT choose our parents, we are also stuck with the generation in which we are born. With that worst-said, I’m as tail-end as you can get with the #okboomer generation (DOB: end of 1963). Some post-boomers might even consider me as part of the next generation–notwithstanding my ill-fated and somewhat anti-nationalism stance and the brilliant worst-writer coinage: #Americant. Still. With that in worst-mind. Get a load of the New York governors latest diarrhoea of the mouth. And to make it worst… how many times does he use the misnomer: we’re at war? Seriously! At war? With the flu? I know. I know. It’s a pretty bad flu. It’s a really bad flu. But it’s a flu of our own making, don’t you know. And how little that is addressed while the idiots of the #okboomers try and show their smarts yet all we see are the arses in the middle of their faces moving as though there is no tomorrow. And by-the-buy, this influenza $hit has been going on for how many years now? Anyone talking about how it might, just might, relate to the politics of Neo-liberalism (i.e. political greed conservatism 2.0) of the past fifty years, including globalisation that #okboomers are holding on to as though it was their old-hag mother’s teat? Whether it’s swine-flu, SARS1 or the current SARS2 (Covid-19), bird flu, Mars, H1N1, etc., #okboomers are all out there and in front of cameras emulating President Stupid and talking about fcuking… WAR. Are you kidding worst-moi! President Stupid, the man with hair that looks like a puking possum just pissed on cotton candy makes the same claim and all a somewhat rational thinking Democrat (as in party) automaton Neo-liberal can do is repeat it? How original #okboomer! But let me get-off the subject of personally attacking the President of THE LAND OF FREE TO BE STUPID. Let’s get-on, instead, about WAR. You would think, dear worst-reader, that the one thing #okboomers could get over in the #Americant mindset of post WW2 stupid-ville, i.e. that which bred them, is the concept of everything being about war. But then again, it’s all #Americant has really done since Fascism one-upped uncle Adolf and z’Germans lust for Blondi. And let’s not forget the longer fight against Stalin culminating in #Americant squandering the so-called COLD-WAR. I mean, the #Americant military industrial complex(ity) is everything in a land where–even if they tried–they couldn’t turn off the lie-of-the-mind that is faux-newz. And. I mean. There was the post 1970s mindless surge named Reaganomics, which could only lead to #Trump, aka, an idiot b-movie-star replaced by an even stupider b-tv-star, that preoccupied both the #okboomer mind and the parentage that is the ugly, disgusting, perverted greatest-generation mind. (Fcuk them too, btw!) Then came, maybe, the Dotcom boom, which (I’m guessing) half of the #okboomers hated because it forced them to choose–as in choose a mind–because, well, they were never meant to understand the art of at least trying to make science fiction real. And we all know what happened to the Dotcom boom, eh? But before I get too far off worst-subject. This post is supposed to be about #okboomer failing miserably–as it’s always done. Yet it walks and talks as though it were a winner. A winner of WAR. And so. The #Americant dream is alive & well, baby. Just don’t have a good look at it as it may up-end you, too.

Good luck suckers.

Rant on.


News conference about war against a flu–and it’s all about ‘war’? (Video)

  1. And be assured, the German portion of that generation ain’t much better. ↩︎

Boomer Plague, Face Masks And Toilet Paper

There you have it, dear worst-reader. End-times ain’t (just) nigh (anymore). They (end-times) be here, eh. How do you (we) know? Easy. There’s nothing to wipe your arse with. Don’t know about you, but I’m starting to love the idear about getting a bidet. As I worst-write this, I can almost feel a stream of water gushing around my under-carriage. But let’s not transgress too far off worst-subject–to places you may or mayn’t wish to witness. Or?

What’s the deal with hoarding toilet paper, dear worst-reader? No. Serious. Why are people doing it? Is it because they’re worried about not being able to wipe? Seriously? These people wipe? And as you (I) contemplate the issue, get this worst-thought. One sheet of toilet paper looks similar enough to one of those masks that people wear to cover their face. They wear the masks, by-the-buy, to stop their minds from spilling out what they really think. And so. The masses of stupid people that make this, our beloved earth of STUPID, are simply hoarding toilet paper because, well, they think it’s the same as those masks. Indeed. Toilet paper covers a hole, if you will. It can prevent something from going out and going in, along side, of course, with keeping it all clean. And because so many are too stupid to know anything, they mistake one thing for another. So go out there, dear worst-reader. Hoard yourself some toilet paper as someone else has hoarded all the masks–and others hoard all the money. And whether its $hit coming out of your mouth or your arse, at this point in life, history, a world where the likes of #Trump can attain the leadership of LAND OF FREE TO BE STUPID, it’s all obviously about the money. These are the times you live in. Good luck sucker.

And while I’m on the subject of worst-luck.

Something still lingers in the ever-more of the now which smells horribly like old people aka #okboomers. Do you smell it, dear worst-reader? Whaaaaa? Never got a whiff of old people? Quite the opposite of a newborn, don’t you know. And if you’ve (n)ever smelled a newborn–it’s an experience so much better than the actual birthing process where that bitch screams and yells about how well I fcuked a baby inside of her as the halls of her life squeezed to pin me down, lusting for my servitude, her matrimony our contract, that the beautiful babe she would bear c/would be true to us both in the misery that is fake newz or love. And total contrast to the death that old people espouse, especially in these days of greed galore embodied by #okboomer. Am I wrong? But I digress.

Am I the only one to smell the stench of old people? A stench this grand old earth bitch wishes to be rid of? And do I smell it on account, well, because I’m probably, kinda one of them? Also. Don’t you know. I’ve always had trouble describing (or is it transcribing?) smell. But the comparison to newborns ain’t bad, eh. Is it because there are so many old people these days that is must be compared? What’s the adage? If you’re a fish you don’t mind disgusting, polluted, faeces filled ocean to exist in. You know, as in, old people are kinda everywhere–and they have everything. Which is most likely due to the fact that they took it all–everything–only to leave their smell behind as youth-life slowly perishes or is it dwindles into the long, slow night-wake of greed demise? #Nomatter.

For all impractical reasoning, I’m old too. Approaching the big six-o. Yet I was birthed by the oldest of the generation that is currently the most ill in Italy. Wait. That makes no sense. What I mean is this. I am part of the ilk that is #okboomer but I’m of the tail end of it, don’t you know. I’m the last of what the so-called greatest generation could birth. Which begs the issue: if #okboomer parentage was so fcuking great, why is it that the world is lead by morons, anti-intellectuals, religious $hit-bags, greed-mongers galore? And so.

Worst-writer’s ode to #okboomer.

Oh, old people, I hope you all pass on as you came in. Came in to the $hitshow, don’t you know. Took it over–and made it your $hitshow–from your greed $hitshow parents. Greed and taxes do take a bite, she said behind the medicine counter where just above her head was a sign that read: show your properly stamped passport before receiving your flu dosage. Who has the flu? Come one, come all–fcuk heads. Show the world what you’re capable of, reveal your inner besties. All your drunk meth friends, revelling in the afterbirth of so many missed abortions and the love-forsaken feminism of the grand bimbo coalition where all is not lost as long as you blame someone (something) else for your misdeeds. And now bow to your pee-pee-hair god, #Trump, i.e. President Stupid. For he is yours #okboomer. Reap what you are and keep playing in that fake-gold hair. And before I forget. I hope you all die a miserable death for what you’ve done to this world and your children, especially the young girls you abused. Fuck you, boomer.

Move on (quickly).

Of course, if you ask worst-writer–which you shalln’t–Coronavirus could just as easily be called a disease of STUPID. I know. I know. It’s also a disease of poverty. But let’s not complicate things, eh. You know, as in, a disease my beloved & missed LAND OF FREE TO BE STUPID kinda deserves. For #Americant is the embodiment of both STUPID and poverty. Or? Then again. My beloved & missed #Americant doesn’t deserve all my ridicule out of worst-spite, let’s be clear. It’s just that sheer ignorance is so abominable to me and it is manifest on a daily basis since the advent (election loss, electoral college win) of President Stupid. I mean, how else can a once great experiment in nation-state building be reduced to the likes of President Pee-Pee hair? Stupid deserves stupid, right? Stupid deserves this disease. Or am I getting-on too much about it all? #Nomatter.

What is STUPID’S creed, dear worst-reader? That’s right. Greed. And would you believe that President Stupid is actually trying to secure a vaccine for the disease of stupid for himself. Indeed. He might be doing it because, well, he’s infected. And even if he is (infected), his real motivation is the $hitshow of greed, don’t you know, that is all he knows. He literally tried to secure the rights to a vaccine for a disease that could potentially kill hundreds of thousands. He did so not for the sake of a nation but instead in order to make a buck. Does that surprise anyone? Maybe it surprises a few people. But get this, dear worst-reader. I was born and reared in the $hitshow of greed that is #Americant. Nothing about money and ugly pee-pee hair surprises me. So there.

Don’t believe anything you read about this being a disease of national origin. It is, indeed, a disease of forced poverty and subjugation. And, as usual, my beloved and missed #Americant is leading the way.

Rant on.



But Hasn’t It Always Been This Way?

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Keep in mind, dear worst-reader, the/a bigoted #Americant nutjob in any suburb near you ain’t no different than the one in the link below or the pic above. Wait. Hold the worst-presses. There might be a slight difference. The bigoted nutjob from the burbs probably ain’t as willing to take one up the bum as long as you praise the tattoo on his upper back. Then again, such a sight of Richard Nixon–in times like these–might be just what the greed-doctor ordered to turn the last remaining nutjobs into the sodomites they were born to be but somehow have avoided all these years in the name of repression, repression, repression, including #Americant suburban hetero bedrooms, the submission therein, to the almighty $$$ that bends, and all hail the submissive wives of evermore. Or maybe not.

And by-the-buy, if you want to see/listen to how #Americant talks with a bust of Richard Nixon on its back, including how it behaves, what makes it tick, give a listen to the video in the link below, too. And so. Ain’t Roger Stone the dream-boat all #Americants have been waiting for–as it lays way to Sodom and Gomorrha? Indeed. Reap what you sow, baby.

Good luck suckers.



As You Live, Eat And Breath It: Compulsive Behaviourism And Fascism

Stopped watching at exactly 16:51, dear worst-reader. Reason? It’s all I could stomach. What a disgusting display of… Of? Of? Well, how ’bout this: what a disgusting display of life, liberty and the pursuit of greed (at any cost) that is the current state of  my beloved & missed united mistakes of compulsive behaviourism, aka #Americant. Why should any honest, hardworking person give a fcuk about these privileged people and their complaints about the cesspool of life that they obviously chose from the get-go to participate in and hence build/enable? Oh wait. Where does this sort of behaviourism come from? Does it come from men eye-groping as skirts walk by? Does it come from ill-construed patriarchy and submissive matriarchy? Or what about the women who raise the men that give us such ills? Yeah, what about those mothers?

You mean, dear worst-writer, that with all their privilege and education, they weren’t able to see (judge) the cesspool of life/career that they were getting into–from the get-go? As soon as blondie #1 started talking about how she worked her way up, just prior to the 16:51 mark, I thought I was gonna lose control of my eyes rolling into the back of my head. Thank goodness I recovered. Or?

Bimbo #1, like so many #Americants born since the 1950s (in her case 70s), has never worked a day in her life. What she has done, though, is something much better and much more deserved than work and it is probably the future on account, well, what else is there now that the $hit$how has reached new heights above and beyond the incorporation of seven deadly sins? Sarcasm on/off. Indeed. She has BEHAVED. She is the epitome of compulsive behaviourism–like so many of her ilk, her generation, #okboomer?, Gen-X?, corporatists with the right skin tone, hair colour, etc., etc… All who have what they have because of how they behave–AND NOTHING ELSE. But enough about the bimbo coalition that makes up half a species and how they emulate the other half (that is just as bad).

Who should give a hoot about the players who play in this game? I mean. Come on. Now that the game has ruined life for so many (culminating but probably not ending with #Trump), should those of us who chose not to participate in it, put up with all this fcuking whining? Again. I quit the video at 16:51. Like most people on this planet who must live with choice and consequence, who gives a fcuk that you had to raise a skirt while dancing in front of your career choice? Oh wait. Maybe some of you had to give the boss a blowjob? Of course none of you thought about just walking out from the get-go. I mean. Come on. Who wants to give up a career because, well, the next bimbo could lift her skirt better?

Which brings me to the heart of the issue. Welcome to your new world order of Neo fascism. Yea, baby. This is but a game in a game that is fascism. More than any other political ideology, fascism is about exactly this. I mean, it’s not only about power and money. It’s about old, fat men finding loyalty up the skirts of chicks who grew up never questioning why all those other women in magazines and on TV so easily acquire the gaze of men men men. Or am I wrong, Walter? Put another way, there would be no fascism without all the bigotry, greed and a few bimbos never questioning what is so intriguing up a skirt. Which begs the worst-question:  what about all those women who not only did the skirt twirl without question but also gave great loyalty blowjobs?

Ah. What we all do for love and career.

And so. For $hits and giggles, let’s run down a worst-writer definition of fascism for the moment–or this worst-post.

  • Bigotry, of course, is the hate that my beloved and missed #Americant has been utilising since it squandered the end of the Cold War, or perhaps even earlier.
  • Greed, of course, is the capitalism that is currently feeding on the negative of bigotry so that the Have-Mores don’t have to pay-up for cheating the Haves who in turn have always cheated the Have-Nots.
  • Or check here.

What better facilitator of all of this is there than faux newz, #Americant political and social conservatism, and the bimbos that make all the old male owners, the Have-Mores feel better about their dick pills? And so. The reptile brain of greed mongers–in this case the compulsive behaviourist bimbos–know this, dear worst-reader. In fact, Bimbo #1 might finally know it more than ever. Welcome to the world you created, sugar tits. Hope you make the world better for daughters.

Rant on.




Toxic Male Delusion And Such

Been meaning to post something about this jerk-off for some time now. And don’t you know, dear worst-reader, it’s been an inner fight to do so. I mean, come on. How many of these men should I worst-write about? The problem is, toxic men are running this worst-world. Am I the only one that knows that? Of course not. How presumptuous of worst-moi. Or? Which constantly makes worst-moi beg the question: am I toxic too? Oh how this coincides with the mutant Harvey Weinstein or the bat$hit that is President Stupid. These men, John McAfee, #Trump, Weinstein, Cosby, along with countless other men who think (are delusional) they’ve achieved in life, have one significant thing in common: in their heart of hearts they are scumbags. Either that or they simply cannot know love. Does worst-writer know love? Perhaps not–for I am divorced. But when given the chance to have “intercourse” (as indicated in the vid above) I would rather get to know someone first, find a connection, figure out how to make it nice for both of us–and then truly fall in love with the birth of a child, divorce here or there. But before I get too far off worst-subject.

Say what you will armchair psychologists the world over, McAfee and his ilk are another level of toxic manliness and I worst-say they are abundant in the world today. Indeed. They are manifest in at least two generations of men. But what is it that steers these men down this path that is ultimately about abusing, dominating one half of humanity? What makes them do this sort of thing? And don’t forget, even though the politically conservative powers-that-be have been trying to sweep the Steel Dossier under the rug, it somehow lingers in the ether between all things fake and a few things that are real. Is it splitting proverbial hairs to ask whether or not #Trump likes young, vulnerable, poor women to poop in his mouth or pee in it or just watch gorgeous Russian whores pee on the same bed that Barry-O and his wife slept on in a Russian $hitbag hotel in the middle of Moscow? Just look at the eyes of President Stupid, John McAfee, Weinstein & Co. These men are the epitome of manliness today. They own it. They make it. They dictate it. And all because everyone else languishes in anti-intellectualism thinking there is nothing left to be done–but make a buck, even if it means only doing so on the backs of someone else. And so, your choices are #Americant or, perhaps, the burning bush that is Australia, i.e. just like a man, don’t you know, to make Mother Nature suffer on account a few white men can’t be convinced how shitty they really are. Or maybe not.

Good luck choking on it suckers.

Rant on.


Real Reason Peoples Should Be Afeared Of This Guy

Pete Buttigieg should drive anyone away at the moment it’s revealed that he worked for the likes of McKinsey & Co. Forget about the fact that he’s just some man-child that gained a few thousand votes  to become mayor in the hellhole that is some midwest country bumpkin town. Now don’t get me wrong, dear worst-reader. I worked for McKinsey once, too. Yeah, that was a long time ago, don’t you know. Perhaps I worked for them in a galaxy far far away, as well. But that’s neither here nor there. The reason people should be afeared of the likes of Pete Buttigieg is that McKinsey is an outsourcing $hithole where corporatists the world over can pin responsibility for corporatist exploitation in something akin to a greyzone. The zone, by-the-buy, is where deceit and lies and fakery rule the day. For that is the only thing that McKinsey and any other so-called consultancy does. It is high-end outsourcing that enables corporatists to scoot a bit more beach-time into their schedule where they can count shareholder value with more and more gusto and never face up to the reality that corporatism is no different than political conservatism and other than mentioning the name McKinsey that should be/say enough to not put this guy in the whitehouse. Or maybe not. I thought Hillary was gonna win, too.

Rant on.



Anti-Intellectualism Wins Again

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The big gripe, dear worst-reader. I mean. Come on. As bad as the obviousness of President Stupid and his ways can be, is it just as bad to use an analogy of a name–even President Stupid’s son’s name–and a monarchial title in order to make a constitutional legal argument? You know. #Americant is supposed to be a federal republic absent of all things monarchial. Yet it has become, for all practical purposes, a Neo-feudalist state reminiscent of 17th or 18th century Europe, psuedo titles n’all. Indeed. A pseudo aristocracy runs the show that is the #Americant wet-dream $hitshow of greed galore, don’t you know. Or? Am I wrong? #Nomatter.

What’s so wrong about making the comparison between a name (given to someone) and a title–that is also given to someone? I mean. Ain’t that the reason the so-called founding fathers of THE LAND OF FREE TO BE STUPID included such things in their grand document of $hitshow rules (the constitution)? Even though, obviously, President Stupid would gladly give the title of Barron to whomever pleases him, such a task does not belong to him. Why not call it out? And so. Only in THE LAND OF FREE TO BE STUPID is it possible for anti-intellectuals to make this connection simply because, well, a really, really, really stupid president named his son after an aristocratic title given to arseholes that history knows so well.

Or maybe not.

The only question that remains is: have you been dumbed down enough?

Rant on.



The Essence Of #Americant

Get a load of this vid, dear worst-reader. Get a load of what this vid is about! Obviously examples of what makes America #Americant are not few and far between. I mean, how else can THE LAND OF FREE TO BE STUPID up its game with the likes of #Trump & co? No, seriously. I mean, even worst-writer asked the assumptive question: what can come after Dubya dipshit Bush? Well, Barry-O wasn’t all that bad, IMHO. But his election angered a few Das Volk, to worst-say the least. Of course, the politics of personal destruction is a short but winding mindset. Such an environment can only germinate in a culture obsessed with the likes of WWE, Reality-TV, and a mass/horde of inner ugly (mostly) white people that will laugh and giggle and smirk instead of come to the aide of the needy and have-not-greedy. But before I get too far off topic.

Don’t get me wrong, dear worst-reader. I’m not sure I actually listened/watched the whole video that this worst-post is linking to. Reason? The way this #Trump person talks is exactly that which caused me to find other shores–and that was thirty fcukin‘ years ago. When I was young, early adulthood, people just like Kellyanne talked this way every day of my life–whether it was parents, teachers, bosses, colleagues, etc. This President Stupid participant talks just like meritless #americant that make the greed $hitshow of dysfunction the holy fcuking grail of everything. You know, the oh-so many minions who think they actually achieve–when in fact all they’ve done is behave–as in: compulsive behaviourism, i.e. make a living, have a living standard, etc. You know, these people, in the days of Ronald Reagan, were held at bay. They were behind the curtain. They were too disgusting to bring forward. Now they are the norm. All because of Barry-O? A sad question indeed.

Good luck suckers. For you deserve #Trump. It’s what inner uglies of greedy white people is all about.

Rant on.


Dreams: Funny Faces, Kiss Peeing On Me, Guns

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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 to give them a thought or three. Like this one, which I’ll try to worst-write while being soothed by Karajan’s 1963 Beethoven Symphonies.

First, most of the dreams I retain seem to be early morning dreams. That is–in what I like to refer to as my second night’s sleep–where I fall into a deep sleep after waking in the wee hours, usually around 4am–a dream ensues that takes me to deeper places than those hypnotic places Dr. Shit4Brains prescribed oh so long ago which get me to fall asleep in the first place, where a first dream happens but I usually repress. Nomatter.

This particular dream/place was a large cavernous valley with a few shinny houses in the middle of its nadir. The sky and atmosphere are lit with fluorescent, crayon coloured dim light but I can also see a sun just above one of the surrounding cliffs. Hues and shades abound from flowers and trees and perfectly manicured gardens. The vibrant reds and blues in the sky don’t match the sun or the cliffs that surround me, though. Stymied with awe, I feel something touch my left hand. I quickly turn to my left but then realise that a person is passing me on my right. As she passes me, she gallantly turns around and continues to pass but doing so while walking backwards, where I can clearly make out her face.

The first thing I see is Crouzon syndrome. The second thing I see is that the girl is a version of an old girlfriend of mine–who did not have Crouzon syndrome. She’s the same age as when I remembered banging her desperately and thereby hoping she remembered her birth control. What a gal she was, eh! But why Crouzon now? Nomatter.

She waves me along and eventually takes my right hand then leads me to one of the houses in the middle of the valley. She pulls me into the house and gives me a dry peck on the cheek and asks, whispering in my ear, if I’m missing her yet. She then reveals one breast and I yearn to fondle the puffy nipple but she moves off, stage left.

The inside of the house is a large loft, the back of which being nothing more than a large window overseeing the cliffs beyond. In the middle of the house is stage with a lone drum set with… the KIϟϟ emblem on the bass drum. After a long pause filled with contemplation about why I would dream of an ex who has Crouzon syndrome, Gene Simmons enters from a stage right (without makeup) and sits on the stool behind the drum set. He and I get into some heated discussion, he speaking yiddish and I the highest form of German I was never able to learn, until he finally stands atop the bass drum, whips out his Wiener, which, by-the-buy, is as big as his infamous tongue, and pees all over me.

I wake up to a down pour that is sneaking in through the terrace door I left open all night due the #Eurowasteland summer heat wave. I worry for a second or three about the wood floor that is now soaked, thereby feeling a few hard and heavy rain drops splatter on my morning face. I then shut the door. I go to the bathroom and have a morning piss, taking careful aim, of course, so as to not have so much to clean when cleaning is due at the end of the week. I then wash my hands and face and head downstairs to make my first espresso of the day. And so a worst-writer day begins and a dream ends, eh, dear worst-reader.

After a few days I finally figured out what Gene Simmons and I were arguing about and why he pissed on me. The conversation started with me praising him and his business acumen, thereby turning a half-witted rock band into an international sensation–that I loved when I was a kid. But then I started quoting some of the bands lyrics and probably said something about how their music relates so endearingly to the rest of #Americant and THE LAND OF FREE TO BE STUPID and that there are consequences to turning the greatest, most powerful, ingenious nation-state experiment into a cesspool of greed, demagoguery, religious bat$hittery and, of course, guns. I then added something about how I was able to grow up and out of the three-grade entertainment that not only KIϟϟ panders and squawks but that which lead to the likes of #Trump who is the true face of not just republicans but #Americant greed-mongering, political conservatism and guns-galore–as a means of problem enhancement that only benefits the rich thereby keeping the riff-raff and lumpenproletariat in-check.

Indeed. And to think there is anyone surprised or shocked how the third-grade can become the nadir of the valley of death where guns give the blind and stupid the same feeling of success as a half-witted rock-band making a gazillion bucks or more–just so many others and others and others and money and money and money….

Keep failing upwards, baby.

Good luck suckers.

Rant on.


Links that motivated this post (if only I could post a link to the dream, eh, baby):
Don’t worry, in a land where Money = God, there is nothing to be done about it | Crooks&Liars
Guess who won’t talk about it | DailyKos
Too late do something about it | NPR
Crouzon syndrome | Wiki

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 speak the truth, the whole truth, frankly and boldly. Nor need we shrink from honestly facing conditions in our country today. This great Nation will endure as it has endured, will revive and will prosper. So, first of all, let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself—nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance. In every dark hour of our national life a leadership of frankness and vigor has met with that understanding and support of the people themselves which is essential to victory. I am convinced that you will again give that support to leadership in these critical days.”

FDR’s inaugural address, 1933 (bold text mine)

Keep in mind, dear worst-reader, with the quote above, I’m kinda crossing the streams. That is, ironically (or not), FDR is the patriarch (procreator) of the $hit$how generation known as Boomers. It was his policies (politics?) that enabled and facilitated the ultimate greed generation–most of whom haven’t done a f’n thing their whole life except live off the margins of the previous generation. Now that there are no margins left to live off of, thanks to Ronald Reagan, #Americant is dutifully trying to do just that… all the same. And what a $hit$how it’s been so far, eh!

Well, don’t you know, dear worst-reader. Guess who’s the leader of the $hit$how? Wrong. It’s not #Trump. For you see, even though he’s all out there, revealed and reviled and relating the truisms of who and what he represents, he is a vassal. But then, was he and what he represents ever anything else? As usual President Pee-Pee-Hair is ruling you and your narrative. It’s why you are part of so much STUPID. And while he laughs at you while you play in your third-grade sandbox, he’s also saying: you’re welcome sucker. And. That’s ok, right? It most certainly is. For you can still watch TV. Fill you car with gas. Buy something. Bling. Bling. And. That’s exactly the way you want it, the way you were raised, it’s all you know. For it is the result of being yet another generation of no-doers trying to live off the margins (the scraps) of that which made you.

Worst-writer’s greatest concern over the election of yet another moron to the highest office of the LAND OF FREE TO BE STUPID and his relative consistent behaviour has always been… when will he release the Kraken? For the Kraken isn’t necessarily a mythical beast with only eight tentacles that it uses to submerge decadent ships carrying human contraband and/or the profits of greed-mongering-galore. No. The true Kraken not only has eight tentacles but every tentacle has eight tentacles and every tentacle from there also has eight tentacles. You know, it goes on and on with the tentacle thing until it reaches an amount that is the white people disease of #American’t conservative politics–born and reared by FDR (and his ilk). Has a generation ever been more spiteful and greedy than Boomers and that which made it? Indeed. The Kraken awaits you with arms outstretched.

President Stupid’s recent reaction to a few congresswomen who are making (some) inroads (for the better) regarding the political narrative of my beloved & missed united mistakes of #Americant, is really starting to worry me. The Kraken is at the gates of fearing fear itself. Just look at how ugly, disgusting (vampire-like) people, aka Lindsey Graham, are trying to sustain the narrative–that has given the world #Americant for the past fifty or so years, including those who think #Trump is the problem. This is a generational war, dear worst-reader. And with the release of the Kraken, i.e. the true, ugly face of the boomer generation, I’m curious how it will all turn out. Like President Stupid’s hair, it ain’t lookin’ good so far.

Good luck suckers.

Rat on.


Links that motivated this post:

Past Participle Of Thunderpussy

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Source: Wiki

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 make it so. You know, they make it so through their use of hypocrisy, bigotry and hate–all part of the mechanism that so well facilitates the way things are. Hate (and all the above), fyi, is the basis of all-things conservative in these times of Kavanaugh, #Trump and, of course, minds hell-bent by Limbaugh & Co. Indeed. The powers-that-be, after recent #SCOTUS decision involving some dushbag clothes maker who thinks he’s creative (or something like that) by giving his brand a kind of counter-counter culture name that sounds like the past participle of the word f*$k, seems to think they’re OK with certain words–as long as those words will never interfere with their power. And that’s the ticket, ain’t it, baby? At least that’s the ticket as I worst-see it.


While on the subject of conservative dushbags, what will this recent #SCOTUS decision mean for an up-and-coming rock band–that I only recently discovered while reading somewhat deeper into the issue–that also uses a kind of counter-counter culture name? That name? Thunderpussy. And what a name, eh! Or am I splitting hairs here claiming that a dushbag clothes maker, using the word Fuct (past participle of the f-word?) as a brand name, which is now sanctioned by the highest corrupt court in the LAND OF FREE TO BE STUPID, is the same as a rock-n-roll band that clairvoyantly saw the future when they picked their name? I’m referring to a future, of course, that would end up with the likes of President Stupid and his grab them by you-know-what. I mean, Thunderpussy was founded, according to their wiki page, before President Stupid decided to grace us with his presence and thereby show the world the true, ugly, disgusting face, including piss-hair, of #Americant.

I’m sure Thunderpussy is elated with the #SCOTUS decision. Why would they even care how freedom of expression is enabled as long as, just like the dushbag clothes maker, they can make a buck or three with what it is they do? Yet somehow worst-moi is less enthusiastic about the whole deal. Reason? Simple. In this world there are dushbag clothes makers and there are also really, really fantastic rock bands that are playing on the/a/my past on account, well, in music, since, let’s say the nineties, there has been very little creativity1.

There’s no doubt in my worst-mind that the arbitrators of #Americant one-sided law are up to no good these days–nomatter what/how they interpret law. Several recent #SCOTUS decisions may even have some people thinking they are a bit outside whatever immoral compass guides them, i.e. moneyed interests galore. That worst-said, I think what #SCOTUS has been doing since Kavanaugh is a rues the conservative majority is playing so as to prepare (go get some butter) #Americant for what they really intend: total and complete authoritarian rule based on money and immorality galore, i.e. the #Americant way, baby.

Or maybe not.

At the least, lend Thunderpussy an ear. Wow!

Rant on.


Links that motivated this post:
Thunderpussy – Fever | KEXP (Video)

  1. Forgive my prejudices here. The/my reality is, I rarely consume music anymore on account, for me, raised in the sixties and seventies, there simply has been no music worth consuming for most of the past twenty or so years. If this is the result of lack of creativity or the likes of iTunes & Co., so be it. Still. I really dig a few new bands like Thunderpussy, Greta Van Fleet and if it weren’t for Grunge, I would have consumed absolutely nothing in the nineties. But on that note, I die-gress. ↩︎

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.

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. That is certainly not the case. In fact, I didn’t start reading until well into the wasted days that would become my college days–and it only became second nature to me in my mid twenties. (Sad, huh?) You know, as in read something that would/could open up a mind–as opposed to reading something to satisfy a professor or a political ideology which then can only give way to the likes of Limbaugh & Co and/or never having an original thought. Hence, there is now generation after generation that is the result of passed-on bat$hittery aka mindfcuk that can only result in #Trumpism, aka über #Americant. I mean, come on. Where would #Americant conservatism be these days if it weren’t for the deliberate cessation of all-things intellectual, post Enlightenment?

It was a good run, don’t you know. The Enlightenment did provide a means with which America could at least begin it’s long/short journey to Americant and thereby fcuking up The Revolution in the name of owning everything, including We The People–who to this day oh-so willingly submit to Constitutional Writ that does nothing but guarantee being owned by ownership–or shot. Yeah, let’s not get into the fantasy of Democracy, eh.

The second thing worst-writer ran from on his expatriation journey was the Disneyfication1 of love. By the time I was twenty-five years old, I had realised the following:

  1. The opportunity that was had by that which reared me, i.e. previous generations, had long run out of steam. Hence, to this day, I’ve spent my life gladly dependent on the kindness of strangers thereby smirking the whole time at those who think they’ve actually worked their whole lives when they, in reality, have only behaved, i.e. work equals compulsive behaviourism2.
  2. Love. I ran from love in my beloved & missed #Americant as though there was no tomorrow. I was so horrified by the idear–or is it consequence–of love, which is dictated by Disneyfied #Americant females3 that #eurowasteland quickly turned into a godsend. Never once, of the Euro bimbos I’ve had pleasures with, was I confronted with the disney-princess-transaction of THE VAGINA, i.e. the deal which required a minimum of at least three months pay to buy the absurdity of a wedding ring, that would/could open up the flood-gates of a go-round in her pants. In fact, even though it’s all pink on the inside nomatter where in the world you lay it, Euro-bimbos weren’t selling it like the bimbos4 back home. Thank God!

And while I’m on the worst-subject of how women sell it, ever heard of Fawn Hall, dear worst-reader? If you haven’t, don’t worry. She’s one of the millions of millions (half the American’t population, don’t you know) of Disneyfied women who was/is never able to grow out of that aforementioned shadow of ill-repute parenting, i.e. procreation that never has an original thought. But don’t worry. As usual, where there’s one (in history) there will be many more (of the same) to follow. The current Fawn Hall’s new name is: Hope Hicks.

Good luck suckers.

Rant on.


Link that motivated this post:

  1. Disneyfication being a prequel to/for reality-TV. ↩︎
  2. Compulsive behaviourism being the perfect subsystem for political conservatism run amok, aka Reaganomics, militarism and religious bat$hittery. ↩︎
  3. Including religious, zealot and eventual conservative husbands! ↩︎
  4. For those perturbed by worst-writer sexism, heed this: a “bimbo” is the female version of “young-republicans”. Just as boys who end up being republicans because they are incapable of growing out of the ugly, disgusting shadow of their fathers, girls have the same deamon fight with their submissive mother/wives. ↩︎

Not To Be Confused With Stupid

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Screenshot of the Greek origin of the word “idiot”.

I know. I know. I have to stop calling my beloved & missed #Americant LAND OF FREE TO BE STUPID. But I can’t. I mean, it’s so hard, don’t you know. Especially considering that I was smart enough to jump ship so long ago after having figured out how so much STUPID would eventually rule the $hit$how. The idear of calling it something other than STUPID has crossed my mind, though. For example. LAND OF FREE TO BE IDIOT. I even looked up the word idiot–which was interesting (and applicable) enough. But then I came across the Greek origin of the word and thought: No. LAND OF FREE TO BE STUPID is simpler, more applicable, prudent. It also fits better to my redneck, pseudo trailer-trash upbringing as I gallivant through early retirement waving $100bills in the trailer park of life. And that’s the worst-writer ticket, eh!

Rant on.


Land Of Free To Be Stupid: Examples

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First, dear worst-reader, why is it that two of the most interesting of all the stupid “talk shows” in my beloved & missed #Americant are hosted by foreigners? One: Trevor Noah. Two: John Oliver. Is there no one native-born to host these pseudo-newz shows (of stupid)? Am I, expat-galore, being too pseudo-nationalistic to even ask such a question? Oh wait. That’s the ticket, ain’t it? Native-born? Nationalistic-ism? Is there such a thing, I mean, other than the real natives, as in native-born? But what am I worst-writing, dear worst-reader? I’m once again off subject.

Two of the best examples yet of #Americant dysfunction, aka THE LAND OF FREE TO BE STUPID:

  1. The Mueller report
  2. Parkland survivor suicides.

Well. Get this. I was actually a bit surprised about this next phase of how my beloved & missed #Americant would deal with its innate ignorance. You know, the ignorance of electing yet another screen personality to the White House so that he may continue the destruction of not just the republic but also the glorification of the church-pew that is trailer-trash galore. When one considers the current state of politics in my beloved & missed #Americant, it’s not hard to find a vast desert with an entire population’s head stuck in the sand. Or am I wrong?


How is it that an FBI stooge who is obviously part of a vast corrupt and connived justice system, which is lead by the best example ever of the corruption that is #Americant, President Stupid and his orange taint, ever deliver more than what Trevor Noah asks on his über-stupid TV show: Hey stupid Americans, what do you guys think after two years plus of investigating a ruse? The worst part about how Democrats threw this hail-marry with Russian collusion isn’t even the end result where #Trump wins. No. The worst part is… there is still no reconciliation of how/why the Democrats have nothing (politically) to offer anyone or anything within the fly-over states. But before you draw any worst conclusions about that/my worst-declaration, heed this: worst-writer is NOT a both-siderist!

There simply has to be a lot of stupid within a so-called democracy to get it to where #Americant has it right now. And it’s a shame that all that stupid is encapsulated in the pseudo-intellectualism of humour embodied in late-night talk shows hosted by foreigners. But on that note, I must die-gress.

I forgot the Mueller investigation months ago. There is simply no way that when two branches of government are in the hands of one political ideology (executive branch + judicial branch = conservative, GOP, right-wing wet-dream) that justice can be served. The FBI has never been anything but a joke (Boston Marathon bombing; Hoover, etc.) and should have been culled decades ago. Federal judge appointments through out the United Mistakes of #Americant has also tipped the scales of justice and makes it ever-so obvious that the saviour (Trump) will never be prosecuted for what he should be prosecuted for: being STUPID. Also, those appointments will secure the ideology that has taken hold and will most likely for many years to come maintain the status quo of the trickle round-n-round of STUPID. With that in mind, here’s worst-writer’s prediction for the near future:

#Trumpism will be re-elected in 2020 but then impeached within two years of second term so that it can be a repeat of Nixon and then all will be as usual as unearned wealth continues to rule and Democrats figure out how to continue the Neo-feudalism of yore.

And by-the-buy, the other example of STUPID (#2 above) is this simple fact/reality: Parkland is a well-off, middle-class, atypical #Americant community. How can it be that two of the young survivors of a society’s wanton lust for slaughter and mayhem cannot get the help needed in order to NOT continue the violence? What an appalling state of inhumanity that is/must be the (not so) sunshine state of the LAND OF FREE TO BE STUPID.

Good luck suckers.

Rant on.


Links that motivated this post:

A Thread Runs Through It

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Subtitle: Pseudo-Review of Loaded by Roxanne Dunbar-Ortiz

Metaphorically worst-writing (or is it analogically) I often use the idear of a thread, as in, a thread runs through it to explain something. I can also worst-say it thus: Without this thread the whole quilt will wilt. For worst-moi and the emotions I wield for my beloved & missed #Americant , the thread up to now that holds the whole $hit$how together hasn’t been so much the violence but instead… The Stupid. Indeed. THE LAND OF FREE TO BE STUPID. My beloved & missed #Americant is a quilt of stupid. As in: stupid thread runs through it. But on that note I digress.

Just finished reading the book Loaded by Roxanne Dunbar-Ortiz. It’s a terrible book, don’t you know. Wait. I don’t mean terrible as in a terrible written book. No. In fact. It’s a totally well written book. When I say it’s terrible, what I mean is, it’s a terrible (terribly) printed paperback. For indeed, dear worst-reader, this is the third physical book in the last five books I’ve read (or so) that is real, aka physical book. Does this mean I’m steering more and more away from e-books of yore–which at one point I thought I would never yield? Not sure yet. The next book I read I plan to read on a screen. But which screen? Nomatter.

We were worst-discussing a thread runs through it, right? And poorly printed cheap paperbacks. Well get this. There is one thread that goes through the entire history that is the quilt of my beloved & missed united mistakes of #Americant –and this little poorly produced book addresses that thread brilliantly. Which means, we can tolerate a bit of poor/cheap printing. Or? Anywho.

Can you guess what the thread is I’m referring to here, dear worst-reader? Here’s a hint (spoiler alert): guns. Ok. Maybe it’s not a hint. Nomatter.

The author of Loaded manages, within around two hundred pages of a really cheap printed paperback–the latter third of those pages printed as though Gutenberg were on a heeling ship in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean–to locate that single thread of quilt-history and thereby lead the reader onward and onward and onward to some hard truth about #Americant . The only thing that’s missing is the other thread of the grand #Americant quilt according to expat worstwriter: STUPID. But let’s not get too far off worst-subject. Roxanne Dunbar-Ortiz ain’t worst-writer!

TOC of Loaded almost summarises the #Americant history of violence galore.

I’ve always been a skeptic when it comes to the idear that #Americant was built on slavery. I mean, obviously, slave labour is part of the founding of the grand greed $hit$how. But the realty is, that part of history was perpetrated by Europeans–not Americans. At least not Americans as we/the world knows them since, say, the 1950s–which is what I consider to be the America the world knows today. Indeed. And so. It was the Dutch, the Belgians and of course the British that gave the world mass exploitative labour that enabled the building of… new & improved Egyptian Pharaohs. Even those numb-nut colonists, aka George Washington & Co. (new Pharaoh #1) were more European than what would eventually become gun totting hamburger slobs all on the verge of killing not just his/her neighbour but the whole $hit$how of slobs. In other worst-words, don’t you know, #Americant wasn’t built on hard work, ingenuity, industry, etc. No. It is a place of exploitation, sexual repression (which is a conduit to further exploitation and violence) and the propagation of ignorance in order to have a system of wealth creation for the few and far between, i.e. the new & improved Pharaohs. Because of its shear size and economic magnitude, though, it’s easy to avoid facing the reality of what a $hit$how things have become. And so the European slave makers became #Americant . THE LAND OF FREE TO BE STUPID.

Although Roxanne Dunbar-Ortiz would have you believe it was all about guns, there is something she misses in her story. But that’s neither here nor there. For worst-writer would only counter her with this idear: No, Madame Dunbar-Ortiz, it was not built on guns (violence) but instead on STUPID. Then again, Madame, you might be right if you focused on the only way to control STUPID is with the proliferation of guns in order that STUPID may cull itself.

But. Once again. I’m probably off subject.

This is a great book for anyone wanting some word-ammunition on how to combat a gun-nut when faced at a bar, a turkey shoot or family Thanksgiving dinner. It is not a book that will you help survive a mass shooting, though. It’s also a great read if you want to follow a single thread that has run through the entirety of #Americant history–but forgetting a few other threads. It is not a book that will help anyone figure out how to change things–which can only be done if/when someone addresses all the STUPID.

Good luck suckers.

Rant on.