You have to know, dear worst-reader. I’m approaching a year without having returned to my beloved & missed #Americant. I know. I know. Why should an expat want to return? Yeah. That’s for another worst-post. Of course. I did go after a year and a half during the covid pandemic. But that was different on … Continue reading Toll Road Hell To The Bluest Eyes
No. Seriously, dear worst-reader. I’ve never been much of a peepee (peep-n-tom). That may or may not have something to do with my relations (successes) over the years. But enough about my ageing worst-libido. I’ve often wondered about the bourgeoisie I’ve encountered here or there that have telescopes in their flats. That worst-said, while working … Continue reading Room With A View
There are moorings galore at the end of the beach, just outside of swimming reach. If you channel your way along tip-toe shores, you’ll always find the best eats. If not don’t fret for there’s a song to be sung. You just have to prepare your ears a bit for they will send a signal … Continue reading Homo Economicus Greed Mechanicus
Well, there you have it, dear worst-reader. Worst-writer has read through some newz again. And. Don’t you know. I’ve read through something that’s NOT about some two-bit dictator Vlad forcing The West’s hand regarding its comeuppance after having allowed (enabled) Russia to dwindle like a bureaucrats wiener on his dying (last) day of coercive bureaucracy … Continue reading Crypto Scare Beware Or Maybe Not
This is a screenshot of a tweet because embeds and URLs work like $hit in wordpress. Why? Oh why? After reading the linked article, worst-writer concluded that he has a gripe with what's being said. That gripe, don't you know, has to do with the claim that the tobacco industry created modern science denialism. Although … Continue reading What Is The Origin Of Science Denialism?
Source: worstriter pic of someone's sidewalk art; pic is inverted to avoid shadows Few and far between are these visits to my beloved & missed #Americant. When was the last time I was here prior to May 9th, 2021? Well, there was a short kinda emergency visit in November 2019. What a mess that was. … Continue reading Scamerica
I try, dear worst-reader. I really do. In fact, I might have broke my personal record when it comes to days watching at least fifteen to thirty minutes of faux newz. As revolting as that is, I'm glad I got through it--and it's now over. And so. Indeed. It takes a day or two (or … Continue reading The Problem With Un-Gentleman Suitors
Source: interwebnet screenshot There are moments when advertising even works for me. Take for example this billboard. I mean. As worst-writer, it’s kinda obvious I’ve already failed but at least I answered that question long ago. Or? Rant on. -T
The Boxing Ring Another dream worth transcribing, dear worst-reader? Not sure. But let's go with it anywho. I am a court jester, a janitor's fool, some wife's bathroom cleaner. But I am also a professional boxing referee stuck in a loop transaction of a match inside said ring. And here's the thing that could make … Continue reading The Boxing Ring
Same sweater, different film? One is Body Snatchers and the other Animal House. Actresses? Not at all the same. (Sarcasm off.) Alternate worst-title: Back in the day you could play musical cars (as in: musical chairs) at a great drive-in movie. Disclaimer: this worst-post contains spoiler alerts for an old movie and may (or may … Continue reading American Dystopia And The Consumption Of Golf Balls Through Garden Hoses
Source of pic: #Interwebnet screenshot It's what I'm feeling sometimes, dear worst-reader. In these Covid times. Even though I try my worst-best not to live off my emotions--you know, like my #Americant rearing dictates--these times of restrictions galore tempt me. For example. The other day I screwed up real bad via unbridled temptation. I mean. … Continue reading Covid Update: E-Bike Ride, Want Machine, Things Learned In #Eurowasteland
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.The evil that men do lives after them;The good is oft interred with their bones;So let it be with Caesar. The noble BrutusHath told you Caesar was ambitious:If it were so, it was a grievous fault,And grievously hath Caesar answer’d it.Here, … Continue reading Ambitious Sarcasm
Originally from Maryland, dear worst-reader. But don't fault me for that. Don't fault me on account, don't you know, Maryland has given the world Kavanaugh. But I die-gress. After living in the golden cage of Germania for all these years, sometimes I need reminding of where I'm from. With a little help from my better-half, … Continue reading Reminders: Expat From Where
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 … Continue reading Reminds Me, Wicked Witches And Things
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 … Continue reading Not In The Know Of All-Things Worst And Other Dream-Dreams
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. … Continue reading Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo (heart
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 … Continue reading Soccer Coach Dreams, Industry And Manufacturing Not Dead, A WW2 Story
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 … Continue reading Deciphering Graffiti Of Life
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 … Continue reading When Worst Comes To Shove, Worst Always Wins?
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 … Continue reading That Last Bottle Of Wine Full Of Memories
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 … Continue reading The Great Scam In Full Bloom. Thanks #Americant.
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.
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. … Continue reading Water Pool In Tesla X Spoiler
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 … Continue reading Under No Labels’ veneer of bipartisan civility, it’s pretty much all about corporate grift
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 … Continue reading Reading The Footbed