Another heatwave is coming dear worst-reader. Or should I say: worst-rider? Indeed. For I was on a short e-bike ride this morning when I happened across this. Obviously it takes a bit more than über-hot #Eurowasteland weather to melt a public trash can. Children will be boys, eh, when they play around with matches and …
Not In The Know Of All-Things Worst And Other Dream-Dreams
Disclaimer: NSFW material towards the end of this worst-post. I dreamt of waking in a cold sweat. But then quickly fell asleep again only to dream of a place from twenty years ago where a large blonde woman stands behind me while I sit at a desk attempting to research the hell out of finding …
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Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo (heart
Woke up with a speck of Stones clinging in my heart this morning. Did I think it was a heart attack? No. But my heart hums every now and then--in the wrong musical direction. Also. The stirring had something to do with the wrong angle (of attack) from that last glass of wine last night. …
Soccer Coach Dreams, Industry And Manufacturing Not Dead, A WW2 Story
Quick ride to clear my head the other day, dear worst-reader. Didn't work, though. In fact, I was so perturbed by the trek I'm sure it caused me a strange dream the night after. In short, the dream was thus: along with another male adult, I'm on a grassy knoll coaching four boys who are …
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Deciphering Graffiti Of Life
Not sure where it begins, dear worst-reader. Is it their schooling? Peer pressure? Reading too much Winnetou and Old Shatterhand? For don't you know, dear worst-reader, Karl May, the writer/creator of old west stories of my beloved & missed united mistakes of #Americant, never once set foot on what he wrote so much about. And …
When Worst Comes To Shove, Worst Always Wins?
Can't remember exactly when it was. Definitely a few years back. I was shopping around, you know, consuming-to-survive, and there was this DVD set priced real cheap of House of Cards. The original, btw, not the #Americant rip-off. I bought it and ripped it to my home server and never watched one show. A few …
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That Last Bottle Of Wine Full Of Memories
Xmas Eve dinners are a big deal in worst-writer's house. A few people are invited and some of them actually come. Since the kids are all growed-up this is mostly an adult evening. Either that or the kids are with divorcee parents. Nomatter. To begin the occasion, a bottle of champagne is opened and most drink …
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The Great Scam In Full Bloom. Thanks #Americant.
Does it matter that in all my travels, in all my years working for the man, in all those board rooms, sales pitches, project discussions, ex-wives, etc., I've never met a person that I look up to, admire or consider to be someone of talent or expertise. This, dear worst-reader, is the hell so many …
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Story Of Blue M&Ms, Dinner Perfect And Gin
Preparing dinner the other night I got into a worst-photo mode. Lord knows I'll never quite figure out how these camera-phone-computer-thingies work. But then again, with fresh blue M&Ms direct from NYC... I'm good. Nomatter. Rant on. -T PS The story of blue M&Ms is to come. Maybe.
Water Pool In Tesla X Spoiler
A photograph by worstwriter! While walking Beckett, the killer pug, yesterday and picking up a package from a DHL package station--and boy do I love those package stations on account they mean I don't have to have so many working poor fellows ringing my door bell all the time--I pass by a regional Tesla dealer. …
Under No Labels’ veneer of bipartisan civility, it’s pretty much all about corporate grift
No. Seriously. Dear worst-reader. Get a load of that article title. The word "grift" alone attracted me so much, I put my wine glass down in order to post this response... And get another bottle. And so. Grift Rant on. -T Source: Under No Labels' veneer of bipartisan civility, it's pretty much all about corporate …
Reading The Footbed
Authoritarian Shoes? Yes. Authoritarians? No...? First. I'm not selling anything. Seriously. Ok. Maybe I'm selling all–things-worst. Yeah. That's good enough. Second. I've always considered two parts of my body to be more important than other parts: teeth and feet. But don't get me wrong. I don't care if teeth are white and shinny. They just …
Pontification Galore (Or Maybe Not)
Dear Old Friend, Let me know more of the #Americant reality that is dictated by lust for fictionalised (regurgitated?) truth. I think this is also referred to as the/a mental distortion field. A common place, indeed, dear old friend. Of course. I could be wrong on account I actually liked Steve Jobs. You know, the …
New Shoes To Turkey Day
Walking the other day prior to cooking where I celebrate #Eurowastelanders slaughtering--as only they can--the indigenous peoples of the Americas way back when. And I do it unashamedly in the land of those same #Eurowastelanders. Does that mean I'm full gone-native now? Or should I just keep reminding them of what they've done? Silly questions, …
German Confusion Or Re-Inventing The F-Bomb
No. Seriously. To get by in #Eurowasteland, especially since I'm gonna need some dental work soon, I sometimes sell cheese or sell t-shirts that sell cheese. -Rant on T
