How do you regulate consumption? The consumer is the backbone of the greed economy. No wonder we all have back pain, eh. Yet we also live in a system that has found a way to protect the riches of great-great grandparents. Indeed. Long dead stupid white people have inherited their wealth to offspring that are obviously less ingenious. It’s interesting how the careful consideration of wealth can have grave ramification for a society that only knows the power of suckling the teat of a really, really fat motherfcuker. But I digress.
The issue today, dear worst-reader, is how former president Obama takes sides in the debate of what to do with a society over flowing with Stupid. I mean, why else would it even be an issue–this whole fcuking fake newz thing–if there were just a few more smarts in the world? And so, even a pretty smart guy jumps the gun and blames, of course, the wrong thing for the wrong reasons. And so the disinformation show–which is something different than fake newz–goes on.
Btw, if Obama warns us about “irresponsible social media abuse” who is gonna warn us about all the greed abuse that got us to this dystopia place at all? Oh well.
Disclaimer: The pic above is not an ad. Also, I wish no ill-will to the winery. And in all fairness, the wine wasn’t all that bad (as I eventually did try it–but never drank a glass of it). But I do wish to be critical–on behalf of all humanity that has not allowed itself to be distorted by wilful ignorance.
The pic above, dear worst-reader, is from a recent visit to The Homeland. And that’s where everything starts, doesn’t it? I mean. Come on. A once great nation can now be referred to as The Homeland. If Orwell were to turn in his grave, he also most certainly would be cynically laughing his a$$ off right now. What Aldus Huxley would be doing is whole ‘nother question–so let’s not go there (yet). Instead. Consider The Homeland and what lead to The Homeland for the rest of this worst-post. And now… let’s continue with a blossoming feminine flower that is in a perpetual state of menstruation but eventually finds it way to all-things cognitive.
The wine in the bottle in the pic above is called “Reconciliation”. As bad as the name The Homeland is, Reconciliation can be no worse. Or? When I first saw this bottle and recognised what someone was offering me to drink and what some wine maker decided to call it, I fcuking freaked out. After a few minutes, though, when my steamy, rocket-ship feet once again found solidity with this earth, images and audio of George Carlin and Bill Hicks began to scatter through the innards of my skull. It’s at that moment I turned to the person attempting to serve me.
“I’m not drinking anything from that bottle. Thank you all the same,” I said.
“Have you lost all since of reality,” I asked my gracious but somewhat politically naive host.
“What do you mean, it’s good wine. I buy it by the case. It was a great catch last summer.”
“My friend…,” I tried to continue but was having trouble pushing my chin upwards in attempt to close-off my dropped jaw.
Here’s the thing, dear worst-reader. There has never been and, perhaps, there should never be Reconciliation. Reason? When a war is won, there is a loser and there is a winner. The dip$hit southern states of the United Mistakes of #americant lost the Civil War. And the cock-sucking traitors didn’t JUST lose. They lost big time. And not only did they lose, but they should have also lost the right to even be part of the United Mistakes. Every fcuking person in the fcuking south should have been put on a ship and sent to Africa where they and their great grand children should spend eternity trying to find forgiveness where forgiveness isn’t deserved. With that in mind, Abraham Lincoln deserves a big… Fcuk You Abe! For letting so many of THEM off the hook.
Considering the (political) state of the US today, I suppose it’s no wonder that a bottle of wine named after a lie can be sold to certain clientele. Obviously, according to worst-writer, this clientele is part of the TV nation, better known as The DumbDown aka The Homeland. Even I–a harbinger of wanton intolerance that began with Ronald Reagan–know that rational thinking can only go so far–and so: a bottle of wine named after a systematically perpetuated lie is at the end of my (tolerance) rope. Obviously, there is a place/need for The DumbDown in a society. But the problem now is that The DumbDown have practically taken over as they serve a higher monetary power. But I digress.
Indeed. Let the Phoenix rise. Let the motherfcuker burn (down).
Even when I had hair I never used a comb. For me it was a brush all the way. Is that why I’m baldy now? Nomatter.
Let’s worst-discourse about #emails once again, shall we. It was not long ago when emails were the thang. Or have you forgotten about Hillary’s emails already? So much time, effort and worst-words were used to get Hillary and her emails. In the end, no one got her emails. Instead, we got president über stupid. But I’m not complaining, dear worst-reader. My beloved and missed former federalist compatriots do honestly deserve what they received in the last election. I mean, come on. All these years of republican rule and they still aren’t able to see through the cause of all the damage? (That’s right. All these years of repub rule. Or am I the only one to recognise 1) a presidents only legislation power is the veto and 2) since Reagan, other than a few Dem stints, the congress, i.e. the legislature, has been majority repub.) And since I jumped the $hitshow ship so many years ago, all I can do now is whisper my sympathy for all those dumbed-down back home. And then, maybe, post something that is but yet another wasted opinion. So if you’re curious as to why I do this, well, it goes something like this:
Ha-Ha Ha Ha-Ha Ha Ha-Ha Ha Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Heeeee Hawww.
Seriously. I’m laughing my a$$ off. Considering that #Trump was/is supposed to drain the swamp, it’s no surprise that the exact opposite has taken place. Trump’s doings have done nothing but enhance the swamp and, on top of that, turned all irrational, i.e. non-thinking females (gold diggers?) into ITS-ALL-PINK-ON-THE-INSIDE monsters because, well, and I’m almost sorry to have to say this, their pussies aren’t holly and maybe they should think twice about using it to get what they want out of this suck-a$$ life and thereby giving the rest of the world Trump. But I digress.
The only good thing that will come of the simple-minded fact that a special government prosecutor has come across thousands upon thousands of emails to help in his quest to bring down president stupid, is that at least a man with a real head of hair will be doing it. With that mind, may real men with great hair and real men without great hair bring down unreal men who fake everything anyways.
As a non-chess player, I’m thinking of moves in the future. What moves, you ask, dear worst-reader? Well, I’m thinking of how that $hitkicker politician in Alabama lost his bid to wear a (his) stupid hat in the United Mistakes Senate. You know, dear worst-reader, he wasn’t supposed to lose. And the reason he wasn’t supposed to lose was because stupid white men have done a number on that state’s districts in recent years that favours… You guessed it: stupid white men forevermore. But the $hitkicker lost. Now get this. I know a rocket scientist. During a political discussion I mentioned the problem of gerrymandering to the rock scientist. Guess what the rocket scientist said after hearing that word.
I swear, dear worst-reader. Not only am I a non-chess player but I’m also not educated. At least I’m not educated like a rocket scientist would be / is. Yet, I’ve known all about gerrymandering since I was a tall grasshopper. By-the-buy, as educated as rocket scientists are–just like most pions and automatons that work in corporations and mix up the concept of behaviour with work–the world now dysfunctions because rocket-scientist-like people rule it. And they don’t even know what gerrymandering is. No wonder you’re fcuked.
Back to future moves.
The problem that all the nitwits and corporate automatons that either directly or indirectly support $shitkickers will have in the future is the task of reversing all the things that have been (politically) done already that supports and enables $hitkickers. Is recent election in Alabama a bright light of hope that perhaps there can be a reversal (of all the $hitkicker political cheating)? Again. According to how the $hitkickers gerrymandered Alabama’s congressional districts, the head $hitkicker should have won. But he didn’t. Thank goodness, eh.
And so. Big round of applause for non $hitkickers in the state of Alabama. You guys pulled off a grand win. Now the only problem is, how to re-redistrict not only Alabama but all of the united mistakes of #americant.
By-the-buy, before you get too confused (if you’re one of them rocket scientist $hitkickers), there is a connection to gerrymandering and what happened with the FCC and its recent repeal of #NetNeutrality. Go figure.
Only in the land of free-to-be-stupid where 1st and 2nd amendments lay waste to, well, the ultimate stupidity, can you get fired for a deserved traffic gesture. On the other hand, some nutcase can beat his wife, get a military discharge that is not dishonourable, and then go about his bidness of being fcuking stupid, stupid, stupid–not unlike the morons that have given way to the stupidity of republican politics (including Hillary)–and shoot up a church. Oh wait. Am I worst-mixing things up here, dear worst-reader? Maybe so. But with that in mind…
Way to go #americant. I reckon it’s a good thing that something like this (see pic above and its corresponding link below) takes place because, well, if one considers the amount of time it may take for an otherwise ignorant populace to wake up (and smell the roses of distaste they have sewn for themselves) the/a window of opportunity (to change $hit) may have passed, passed, past.
I guess, considering what happens to a female that flips (her) bird to a Trump motorcade (pic above), it’s a good thing no one got a picture of me flipping a limp-dick Hitler salute to a passing Dick Cheney motorcade… back in the day. I was walking one morning down Mass Avenue in DC, still drunk but conscious enough after a night of debauchery, to realise Cheney’s motorcade was passing. It was just before some new-fangled war mongering was about to take place–that only dip$hit Dubya and his war-mongering cronies could come up with. You know, the shit these nutbags pull off on account they can only achieve through destruction (and not creation). Anywho. When I saw Cheney’s motorcade acoming, I couldn’t help but raise my right hand and arm. Heil Cheney–you rat-fink, chickin-hawk coward! And so…
Come on #americant. Have you all lost your balls or have you always been this way while suffocating in a state of Orwellian perpetual war? Oh wait. Say! There’s a sale at the mall (or at your race-to-the-bottom Amazon website). Or how ’bout buying something on an equity loan in the hopes you too can partake in the leadership of free-to-be-stupid democracy?
You’d think that a criminal indictment of a presidential candidates campaign worker would be enough to fulfil the greed-needs of mongers, i.e. stupid white people that are unable to cope with the harvest they’ve sewn. No. Seriously. Harvest. Like a harvest of wheat totally and completely compromised by excessive ergot exposure. Are republicans finally so high (ergot poisoning) that even they can’t tell the difference between stupid and more stupid? But I digress.
I’m worstwriting, of course, about my beloved #americant and its current iteration of humanity’s grandest experiment. Btw, let’s worst-look at the word indictment:
Indictment: An indictment is a formal accusation that a person has committed a crime.
Unlike being arrested, where a policeman takes you in after you’ve committed a crime, i.e. given him/her reason to take you in, an indictment is like a letter from a dire foe that seals the deal of your destined failed relationship with not only fear but reality for the $hit you’ve done and tried to sweep under the rug. Of course, is any of this a surprise? Just check out the chart above, stolen from DailyKos. The coolest thing about the chart? Check out Barry-0’s record of trouble with the law. Is that cool or what? Do you miss him, too? Oh wait. If you’re #americant and dependent on the greed-mongering you live in, I guess you don’t like Barry-O. But on that issue, I digress once more.
And so. What are we (yes, I’m still an #americant, too) really dealing with in these times of free-to-be-stupid? Well, according to the newz–that I’ve been avoiding for the last two weeks–the proverbial $hit may be hitting the fan for president stupid (#Trump). Would you believe his chief of staff has publicly admitted to a new level of stupidity? The Civil War, according to mister chief of staff, was caused by an inability to compromise. Whaaaa! I can’t believe what I’m reading. Does this person know nothing about the years of abolition prior to the Civil War? Oh wait. We’re in the land of president stupid and his dumba$$ minions–not unlike the morons that voted for him thinking that he’s gonna drain the swamp.
To add oil to the stinky flame of stupid, the US congress, filled with morons that more directly represent the morons of land of the free-to-be-stupid, have reversed the small attempt under the Barry-O administration to put some curbs on banks thereby letting cheated consumers sue them. That’s right, dumba$$es. If your bank screws you, if equifax screws you, if insurance screws you… you now have no recourse other than to submit your complaint to a group of men who have been hand picked by the entity you’re suing–who will then arbitrate your complaint.
Homeland bound. Homeland waning. Homeland unwanted visit–but also not a voluntary one. Although this was/is my normal off-season time of travel to the Homeland, I thought it better that I let it go this year and jaunt over the Atlantic early next year instead. Reason for change of travel-mind? Yea, could have something to do with family. Family? And so. Now I’m wondering if the word family has taken on the same superficiality as “hero”. Oh. The thoughts churned while traveling home. Nomatter. There are indeed more impending things to worstwrite about.
Took a tour of the Virginia state capital yesterday and made a massive (personal) discovery. While an elderly southern bell provided us with all the obligatory knowledge-bits about where we were and what we were looking at, I found myself facing, according to our tour guide, “the most priceless statue in the United States”. As the southern bell detailed George Washington’s experience of having a plaster caste of his face being made by the French sculpture Jean Antoinne Houdon, my third eye got caught on… the thing Washington was leaning on. At first I let my thoughts pass and even joined the group of geriatric tourists in another chamber so as not to miss any knowledge bits. But the statue of GW was in the rotunda and with each chamber that was presented to us, I had to pass this curiosity. I think there were four chambers all-together but after the second one I skipped the group and remained in the rotunda. I couldn’t take my eyes off the object that GW was leaning on. When an employee of the building passed by me I stopped him and asked what the object was. The man searched his mind but couldn’t come up with the name of what it’s called. Then he explained–in a normal, non-southern voice:
Oh that. You know. I can’t remember the name of it. But it’s when you take a stick and break it in half. Then you take the two halves, put them together and break them again. You then take the four quarters, put them together, break them again. Eventually, sir, you can no longer break them.
And the object behind that, I asked him.
Oh. That. That’s a plow. (See last pic above.)
It was a moment I will take a long time to forget, dear worst-reader. In fact. Put another way: Holy shit. George Fcuking Washington is a Fascist! How do I know? Well. He is resting his left arm on a Fasces, i.e. the international symbol of Fascism. Or. Put another way. Even though this statue was sculpted in the late 18th century, long before what I consider to be the antithesis of fascism (and the reason for fascism), i.e. communism, GW is leaning on an object that symbolizes terror of another kind. Go figure, eh. Now. With that in worst-mind, allow me to traverse this brain flatulent: Irrespective of #Trump and his dipshit claim after Charlottesville that has lead to Antifa getting back in the newz, let’s see if this statue can be removed, too. Yea. On the other hand, as far as worst-writer is concerned, get rid of all symbols of hate, greed and war mongering, etc.
PS. But worst-writer, what is a fascist? Good question, worst-reader. Here or here.