Pepé Le Pew Or Beavis And Butthead?


There you have it, dear worst-reader. #Americant cartoons. What else is there to explain to the aliens–when they finally arrive–how the human mind/intellect functions? I mean. We don’t have to explain much on account, well, it ain’t Star Trek and I’m sure most aliens don’t speak California English. And so. By simply showing the aliens how we educate our masses of #MAGA morons and man-children reared by eternal-perpetual child-brides that can only propagate the idear of white anglo Saxon milf-dom…. Hold a sec. Restart.

Perhaps it’s better to start this worst-post with that other weak link that is the #Americant intellect. Namely, the #Americant intellect has its origin in the likes of #Eurowasteland. That’s right. In case you’ve forgotten. Or you’ve misplaced in the trash bag you’re currently throwing away from some fast-food joint, everything (that is) my beloved & missed united mistakes stems from the ultimate motherfcuker: the big, nasty, bad-mood, ugly-tit, smelly biatch aka Europe. Or should we just blame Engaland since it’s the only remaining part of history that still has a useless monarch and also the only remaining $hithole across the great pond that cartoon-intellect #Americants can actually relate to? I mean. Don’t you too just love those accents? If only an accent could be turned into a cartoon. Oh wait. What about that French skunk?

Indeed. Probably should have included the British monarchy in the worst-title above, eh, dear worst-reader? But has #Americant ingenuity cartoonized the queen? I mean. Come on. Is there anything more cartoonish than monarchs, prince and princesses, Dukes and/or Dianas? Indeed, baby. There is no better example of a cartoon than the Engaland monarchy. Ok. Maybe the Swedish monarchy. And the Dutch one, too. Etc. And so. As a monarch hater, if you couldn’t tell, it’s kinda hard for me to include anything except revulsion towards hereditary privilege–in which case cartoons are a good way of explaining humanity. Then again, in terms of privilege, where would my beloved #Americant be today if it weren’t for the gradual progression of LAND OF FREE TO BE STUPID–where there’s a bit too much f-you money to NOT go ’round–that so well emulates British monarchy–as a cartoon? As in. You know. Stupid only begets more stupid–especially if you’re one of the inheritors of wealth (or privilege) that goes around cracking itself on the head with a caveman stick. Eh? Indeed. But I need to move on.

Let’s be clear, dear worst-reader. Since I was born in 1963 (or there abouts), it’s pretty obvious that I was reared by idiocy–and cartoons. That is, among the various layers of #Americant middle-classes (that reared me), I’m from one of the lower ones and we were fed cartoons more than the others. But. Again. Lower or higher among the rungs of middle-class #Americant, the amount/level of idiocy is the only thing that connects us all–cartoon or no cartoon. Yet. What is obviously clear when taking a look at class structure–especially in the context of consume-to-survive #Americant–is that there is something above and beyond… a/our/the hyphen (that connects us and our classes). That’s right. If you’ve read anything in this worst-blog you know that that connection is all-things STUPID. But I’ve said that too many times already. And I want to really get-on about cartoons.

How could anybody pick on Pepé Le Pew? I mean. Get this. I’m sympathetic to the fight against rape culture. Truly I am. But Pepé was (and is) an insult to the French. At best he is/was an insult to either romantic or lustful flirtation. But to label Pepé as a rapist? Come on. Please. Dear worst-reader! Give this a thought or three: Post WW2 #Amercant was/is obsessed with the French appeasement of Nazi Germany to the point of… well… to the point of I don’t know what. But #Americants go from freedom-fries, to garlic smells to funny-nosed goblins that eat children when it comes to the inability of understanding the French and/or European history. Does any of that justify a cartoon’s behaviour towards women? Of course it doesn’t. But before I go too far and provide someone with the idear that I’m on the side of right- or left-wing cancel culture run amok….

Can you believe it, dear worst-reader? I mean. Have you gotten a load of what’s been going on in the newz of late? Or did you miss the whole inbred monarchy bull$hit being perpetrated by an #Americant billionaire (Oprah Winfrey) and thereby continuing the saga of error so many generations of inbreeding via the f’n queen of Engaland can’t seem to shake–nomatter who or what she arranges for her dunce children and grandchildren to marry? Of course, let me be clear on one thing regarding the American (Meghan Markle) that a British queen grandchild recently married. This is all so friggin stupid and repetitive (didn’t Prince Andrew go through basically the same thing?) that my head is spinning just thinking about how much I loved Pepé Le Pew (when I was nine). And since I’m on the worst-subject of #Americants marrying into the dentally challenged cartoonish British monarchy…

I really, really, really felt for Meghan Markle when she had to enter that Church all by her lonesome as she was about to marry Privilege. I actually stood up from the couch (or was it from my desk chair) when I saw how she exited that fancy car–alone–and then proceeded to walk up the stairs to the church–alone–in order to marry into–alone–privilege. And ain’t that ultimately how it’s all gonna end, this cartoon of life that oh-so entertains the women-folk, dear worst-reader? You know. We’re all alone in this dream of unicorn crocodile tears as the song of weddings intrigues our feminine worst-minds. But enough of my distraught frustration at having been born so poor but still being able to respect a speck of what Markle is (could be) above and beyond the pink inside that men somehow have to marry (to keep getting into the same pink that is inside). And so. Moving on.

The thing is this, dear worst-reader. As the audience of life goes about its cartoonish ways, enjoying the hissy and the pissy of foul marriages and rich-people interviewers, the political right-wing of my beloved & missed LAND OF FREE TO BE STUPID has been gettin’ on about one of my favourite cartoon characters from when I was a poor middle-class shit-kicker. And that kinda ticks me off. You know. Why drag the innocent into all this? Unless, of course, you really want to call out the cartoons that turned stupid into STUPIDER.

I’m not bad. I’m just drawn that way. -Jessica Rabbit

Which begs the question: Why ain’t anybody complaining about Beavis & Butthead? But I die-gress.

How easy it is to get caught up in the riff-raff of television $hit-talk, dear worst-reader? It makes one forget about the real $hit that is #Americant life. In this case, though, as far as $hit-talk goes, I’d take sexist, pseudo-rapist Pepé Le Pew over the likes of Beavis & Butthead. Or am I splitting hairs? I mean, at least with Le Pew you know what you’re getting. With Beavis & Butthead, it is hard to tell it is a mirror if it doesn’t look back at you, eh. With that in worst-mind, why draw cartoons into the mix that is right-wing, dimwit, dip$hit #Americant mis-information? Because it might be a sign of someone or something–especially an ideology–having reached its proverbial end? Considering the cartoon-like antics of those that marched on Jan. 6, 2021–most of whom were probably reared by Beavis & Butthead–on the cartoon Capitol of the land of FREE TO BE STUPID–and those that made it all happen–i.e. #MAGA and prez piss-hair–is it any wonder that right-wing blowhards are turning to cartoons to help them conjure blame?

Yeah, baby. All that’s left for at least two generations of #Americants–Boomers and Boomer parents–is the run-away machine of the ultimate vehicle of (their) intellects: who/what to blame? The problem is, has all the blame run out? They can’t blame the poor anymore. Been done. They can’t blame Jews anymore. Been done. They can’t blame women anymore. Been done. Will they be low enough to blame their ugly and disgusting children? Or what about their mothers–who all have been unable to teach their sons the difference between flirtation and sticking it in after she says no? Perhaps. And so. The privileged, fail-upward, white-man disease must find blame anew. It’s all like a colossal beast-monster that feeds on both stupid and ugly and is best exemplified in the intellect of Beavis & Butthead–and no longer being able to blame the French and the image of a smelly skunk that digs pussy(cats). And so. What’s left to feed it? Oh wait, some blowhard white guy says: Why not blame the cartoons that still stick in our minds like smouldering donut dough left in the sunshine of Tucker Carlson’s mother’s ugly and teethed pussy(cat)? Yeah. That’s the worst-writer ticket, baby. They (the Tucker Carlsons) are not only raised by the intellect of cartoons but they’ve never been able to get out of Toon-town. Am I wrong.

On the other hand. What can one expect when one thinks thrice again and again and again about how #Americant actually elected a guy like #Trump to serve as el Presidenté of the LAND OF FREE TO BE STUPID and all its information resources can come up with now to discuss is a carton from the 1950s. Or maybe not.

Long live Pepé Le Pew!

Rant on.


Links that may or may not be applicable:

As The Old Man Gets Some Second Wind

As I’ve failed to say here or there, dear worst-reader, and even though I voted for him not unlike how I voted for Hillary in the 2008 primary, say what you will about old-man Biden finally (finally!) figuring out how  #MAGA can produce (almost) enough vaccines to vaccinate more and more privileged people, he’s also back to his old ways. For. Don’t you know. Dear worst-reader. Biden is part of that whole $hitshow of greed-mongering galore that appeased whacked-out right-wingers–which was solidified in the Democrat party by Clinton (the cheating husband not the corporatist albeit forgiving wife)–and is thereby playing the nice-guy game with his club comrades. But on that note, I die-gress.

Rant on.


Creativity vs Ownership

Who owns you, baby? And once you finally answer that question, whether you’re a #MAGA moron or a tree-hugger genius, the future might just open up to you instead of being dark and dreary like the transplanted roots of #Trump’s pee-pee-hair. Or maybe not.

So here’s the thing, dear worst-reader. Have you seen the brilliant advert from the makers of some fancy-pants computer game that totally demolishes the universes greatest (most profitable) corporation and thereby turning corporate hierarchy into exactly what was going on back in 1984 but kinda upside-down, if not inside-out? I’m referring, of course, not to Orwell’s book, 1984, that so ingeniously, and obviously, predicted the end of my beloved & missed #Americant–as republicans and conservatives turn the country into a $hithole of suburban hell, newspeak, big-brother bat$hittery, etc. Indeed. I’m referring to the 1984 of Steve Job’s wet-dream that would become one of the most famous adverts of all-time. An advert that was supposed to show the world that Apple ain’t evil. But before I get too far off worst-subject.

One of the most astonishing things to this expat every time I would traverse the Atlantic to visit mother back in the new country (#Americant), was the reality of how the country was nothing if not a bastion of modern day corporate monopolisation run amok. By-the-buy, the word monopoly is pretty much synonymous with corporate, if not Econ-school newspeak’s: vertical industry. And so. Whether it’s your cable company, bank or grocery store, there are so few choices when it comes to how/what you consume, that it’s no wonder the country is stuck in an internal mind-battle of good and evil, right vs wrong, #MAGA hat or rational thought, etc. There are simply too few choices when it comes to consuming-to-survive, which means, ultimately, you’re value as a citizen is dependent on who/what sets that value. Capisce?

Of course, worst-writer can’t get too detailed about this sort of stuff on account I ain’t no economist, but instead I am just your average wannabe pseudo social scientist. (Or maybe not.) What is clear to me, in these times of greed-galore, is that even if you can make the case that there are a few cable companies or phone companies or banks, etc., that give the illusion of choice, it most certainly doesn’t contradict the idear that industry itself isn’t monopolistic. Take grocery stores, for example. Even though there are a few stores to choose from, the chickens and eggs that are sold there are from monopolies, hence vertical industry. But. Again. I’m probably getting into territory beyond my capacities. So let’s move on.

I for one was tickled to death when I first saw the vid above. Epic, the maker of the game Fortnite, nails it. I mean, why didn’t I think of it. As an Apple fanboy, I’ve been frustrated with the company’s direction for years. I hate how they have been turning my Mac into a device that only they can control. That’s the reason I’m not an iOS fan, btw. iPads are horrific to me in how the system is so shut off from the world. Now that Apple is turning Mac hardware into the same monolithic system, it’s quite possible that I will move to Linux in the near future. I’ve already replaced my home network Macs with Linux based SBCs. All of my media players, too, are on raspberry pi hardware–also because I can’t stand the idear of “subscription” music services, I won’t touch an Apple HomePod. But. Again. Allow me to die-gress.

Let’s break the video down, shall we? Epic Games rightly claims that it is Apple in 1984. Keep in mind, back then, Steve Jobs hated Apple’s main competitor: IBM. Almost identical to the original, here an animated female runs into the corporate conference room with big brother Apple on the screen telling the groupthink corporate automatons (of Silicon Valley): “…platform unification directives”. The female then releases her unicorn hammer into the screen, destroying it. As she walks out of the conference room we read the following:

Epic Games has defied the App Store monopoly. In retaliation, Apple is blocking Fortnite from a billion devices. Join the fight to stop 2020 from becoming “1984”.

Even though I’m not a gamer and have never even seen Fortnite, I’m all in regarding what they’re trying to do. This is yet another battle in the war of #Americant that has been suffering a long, slow death by a thousand little political (right-wing, Neo-liberal policy) cuts since Ronald Dip$hit Reagan filled peoples heads with subpar acting talent that can only be followed by the vulgarity of white trash reality TV in the form of President Orange Shit. And let’s not forget all the wars of choice that have sucked the life out of post WW2 middle class greed run amok. Has there ever been a generation so deserving of seeds sown! But, again, I die-gress.

The thing that bugs me the most about all this greed and one sided politics is how so many can’t see through the grift that is #Americant. It’s as though the pledge of allegiance or the star spangled banner was draped over the rotting corpse of your mother because something has to hide her murder and you’re just playing around with rainbow $hit fresh from a unicorns… But I die-gress.

Rant on.


Links that motivated this post:

Spiral Of Worst

Let’s give it another go, shall we, dear worst-reader? As many of you may or may not know, my beloved & missed united mistakes of #Americant is stuck in a self perpetuating state of über-disarray. Add to that a culture of reality-tv driven STUPID few nation-states of the so-called first-world have ever experienced, it’s no wonder that the likes of president pee-pee-hair is stoking all the hair-brained, knuckle-dragging violence via the police state that we’re now witnessing. What violence, you say? Get a load of the vid above. And before I get-on about the vid, let me say this. What a great piece of journalism from Democracy Now and Amy Goodman. This is what journalism is supposed to be about. Now. Moving on.

For shits & giggles, I guess, someone dragged out this old (2004?) story where, in the same place, including the same police force that just shot a man (seven times in the back–because they can), another young man was shot dead in a similar fashion. That time it was a young man that got caught up with the police over… Well, does it really matter what the police were after him for? Since all the police can do is shoot you if you counter their gun-only authority… No. Wait. What young men do to get stopped by police doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is that this young man was shot because, well, as I’ve always suspected–and having grown up with cops in the US–it’s time to pay the piper for having a police force that is not unlike any or every run-it-to-ground #Americant business where it’s all about bailing out greed-banks, ripping off the sick, allowing pseudo-capitalist to decimate the country’s manufacturing base, etc., etc. Since cops are basically nothing more than hourly paid hands and feet–that are issued guns, of course–all of this meaningless authoritarian violence should be a wake-up call. But how do you wake up if you’re living the #Americant dream-delusion, thereby sleeping through reality forevermore?

Goodnight puppies!

And so. Another life wasted because someone didn’t do what they were told by someone else carrying a state sanctioned gun. That’s really what this all boils down to, don’t you know. The police states of #Americant, which are coming into full bloom of late due to the fact that there’s nobody else in the world to start a war-of-choice with and what to do with all that wasted military equipment and president pee-pee-hair economy… Oh wait. I know. Give the police state run by electoral college president pee-pee-hair more guns and more authority and more and more and more…

But I’m off subject. Even though the young men killed by police über violence in Kenosha, Wisconsin, weren’t actually killed by the/a military weapons, they were killed by a mindset that is military. A mindset that is lost in the gutter of greed and despair and a politics and culture and society that can allow the likes of trump to rise so high. That pretty much says everything, don’t you know. But. Add to that. Since the death of Jacob Blake, how many will now die from the kindling (pseudo?) civil war between those who protest the police state and those who support the police state? I mean. Seriously. How do you go from #BLM to blue lives matter, i.e. the redneck fascist trump lovers who think they’re supporting the police? Indeed. They’re not really supporting the police. For if police weren’t pawns of the oppressor than no one would be against them in the first place. (But don’t try to explain that to a redneck trump supporter in these times of WWE, reality-tv, etc.) And so. Come on, dear worst-reader. Can you believe that in my beloved & missed united mistakes of #Americant there is now this choice in your political confusion?

Good luck suckers.


Links: if the vid doesn’t work, here it is in raw:

Holistic System Of Systems–Gone Awry, Baby

Check out the vid above, dear worst-reader. Get a’load of how the spineless albeit well-dressed (surely #MAGA morons) exchanged this & that about the fail-upwards life they’ve been living–and forcing the rest of us to live–but/and have never been able to recognise/comprehend? You know, comprehend as a life choice? Alone how the interviewee is complaining about his rent not being paid… LMAO!

Don’t know about you but this might just be one of the better examples out there of how weak-minded pawn-capitalists1 show they’re really nothing but über-wankers unwilling to accept the result of the seeds they’ve sewn. I mean. Why the fcuk should the bottom pay rent to the top in times of a pandemic that has shut down the so-called economy because, literally, said pandemic was caused by globalised greed-mongering the likes of which humanity, in all its moronic-genius glory, has never seen.

Obviously I hear something else when I listen to these $hitbags spew their brain-vomit about business business business–and, in this particular situation, only talk about being paid rent. For. Don’t you know. What’s the difference between rent and rentier? Why not call it what it also is: paying (your) feudal lords? How about just going down your street and yelling/singing bring out your dead? I mean. Anywho. As long as you talk about big numbers of dollars here & there, and thereby project yourself to being among the wealthy and privileged, all must be well in Oz, eh? And we all know who Oz is. Or? But before I get on about the social and political meaning (literary trickery) of L. Frank Baum’s The Wizard Of Oz.

Say. Get this, dear worst-reader. I’m not sure if you’ve noticed–on account you may or may not be bleeding from your lungs with COVID-19 right now–but the dollars these $hitbags are talking about do not exist and, probably, those same dollars have never existed, especially when considering the age the men in the video. With that in worst-mind, it all irrevocably makes me cringe. Their speech-vomit is so vile, so decadent, especially considering the innate conflicts and contradictions in all that the interviewee says, it took me three hours to get to the end of this seven minute video. Indeed. So many times did I have to pause it, stop it, take a bike ride, drink some Grauburgunder, etc. Heck, I almost hacked down a tree near the Rhine River with my pinky-finger because I couldn’t get all this blatant banality and ignorance that I sometimes have to watch on the #Interwebnets out of my head. And to add high-test gas to the eternal flames of my fail-upwardness that is burning in the combustion chamber of my worst-mind, guys like the ones in the video (above) are–obviously–winners. Winners are indeed pariah manifest, eh, dear worst-reader? I mean, is there a better example of capitalism run amok? (Of course there is.) Yet. And get this. The capitalist pig, fail-upward interviewee, early in the video, pretty much sounds like a Marxist as he demands rent payment from those who, crisis or no crisis, don’t sound like they’re paying. Wow. Giggle. Giggle.

And so. Here’s something from a totally different perspective but, perhaps, for some, is somewhat relatable. In the movie [Network](, Ned Beatty gives this wonderful speech that pretty much sums up where we’re at in these times of greed-galore and where the cup may or may not spillith over with its long-since diseased froth as we laugh and dance through the virtual shopping malls of our minds just before dropping dead with coughs of lucid blood spurting from our COVID-19 lungs. But enough about worst-moi.

Scene from the Movie Network: Arthur Jensen (Ned Beatty), a CEO-type, leads Mr. Beal (Peter Finch), a TV newscaster, into a boardroom claiming that he wants to sell him something.
Arthur Jensen: You have meddled with the primal forces of nature, Mr. Beale, and I won’t have it! Is that clear?! Do you think you’ve merely stopped a business deal? That is not the case. The Arabs have taken billions of dollars out of this country, and now they must put it back! It is ebb and flow, tidal gravity! It is ecological balance! You are an old man who thinks in terms of nations and peoples. There are no nations. There are no peoples. There are no Russians. There are no Arabs. There are no third worlds. There is no West. There is only one holistic system of systems, one vast and immane, interwoven, interacting, multi-variate, multi-national dominion of dollars. Petrol-dollars, electro-dollars, multi-dollars, reichmarks, rins, rubles, pounds, and shekels. It is the international system of currency which determines the totality of life on this planet. That is the natural order of things today. That is the atomic and sub-atomic and galactic structure of things today! And you have meddled with the primal forces of nature, and you will atone!
Am I getting through to you, Mr. Beale? You get up on your little twenty-one inch screen and howl about America and democracy. There is no America. There is no democracy. There is only IBM and ITT and AT&T and DuPont, Dow, Union Carbide, and Exxon. Those are the nations of the world today. What do you think the Russians talk about in their councils of state – Karl Marx? They get out their linear programming charts, statistical decision theories, minimax solutions, and compute the price-cost probabilities of their transactions and investments, just like we do. We no longer live in a world of nations and ideologies, Mr. Beale. The world is a college of corporations, inexorably determined by the immutable by-laws of business. The world is a business, Mr. Beale. It has been since man crawled out of the slime. And our children will live, Mr. Beale, to see that perfect world in which there’s no war or famine, oppression or brutality. One vast and ecumenical holding company, for whom all men will work to serve a common profit, in which all men will hold a share of stock, all necessities provided, all anxieties tranquillised, all boredom amused. And I have chosen you, Mr. Beale, to preach this evangel.
Mr. Beale: Why me?
Arthur Jensen: Because you’re on television, dummy. Sixty million people2 watch you every night of the week, Monday through Friday.
Beale: I have seen the face of God.
Arthur Jensen: You just might be right, Mr. Beale.
-end trascribe-

Good luck suckers–collecting your rent.

Rant on.


  1. Let it be clear, dear worst-reader, I’m not against capitalism as a social tool to better the greater good. I am against capitalism if/when it becomes the political system that subverts the greater good. ↩︎
  2. Remember, dear worst-reader, sixty-two million voted for President Piss-Hair! ↩︎

Too Late

When you’ve failed-upward this long and this far… it’s too late to face the/any truth–and thereby hope you can turn things around–as in turn things toward a better outcome. Blah. Blah. Blah. Or… That’s what’s missing from the recent and brilliant realisation from a billionaire claiming to have the answer(s) for all the fail-upwardness of the world (right now). Indeed. Check out the article and vid below, dear worst-reader. The second link below contains progressive commentary that might also be worth hearing. But don’t let it cloud your (mis)judgement.

A billionaire investor–that may or may not be on the correct side of the financialisation $hitshow most of us are forced to live in–said recently on a cable newz show (i.e. The Media) that it’s ok for Airlines to fail (i.e. go bankrupt) because by doing so they are then renewed by those who are more responsible. Or something like that. Not only is the video making the rounds on the Interwebnets because its tone is not quit radical right-wing and/or bat$hit business crazy, some are claiming it’s a meek-shall-inherit-the-earth-moment. As though us meek don’t have enough to worry about in these virus-zombie days, eh dear worst-reader? I mean. It’s nothing new for generation after generation to heed the call of (their) upbringing which ends up being nothing but a repeat and/or regurgitation of the past, i.e., fail upward #Americant. Hence, there can be no claim that capitalism, at its core, has anything to do with creativity–but it may have a bit more in common with the amateurism of hobbies. By-the-buy. Creativity is but a means to a financial end for Capitalists. You know. As in. Teeth ain’t for eating but instead for selling toothpaste. Anywho.

For the answer to everything is most certainly  investing, ain’t that right, dear worst-reader? Ain’t that the only way to do things if all that’s left in the $hitshow is financialisation? And that, in essence, is all the talking heads are talking about. Or? At least that’s all they’re talking about in this/that part of The Media, i.e. the business media. On the other worst-hand, and as usual, what is being said is nothing new. It’s just wrapped in a different cloak/coat. Didn’t Mitt Romney say the same thing in 2008? You know, about bailing out the entire $hitshow as it was failing then? Ok. Ok. The guy in the video I’m including here is a bit different than Mitt. At the least, this new guy ain’t a bat$hit republican religious nut job. Or is he? #Nomatter.

The thing to remember about financialisation people is this. Mitt Romney wouldn’t be a billionaire today if it weren’t for the generation after generation of hand-me-down smart-assery of fail-upward parentage. So let’s be clear in all our unclarity. Mitt wanted GM to go bankrupt in 2008 so that he could continue his vulture capitalism ways (of the 1980s and early 90s) and thereby sell-off the #Americant companies in order to circumvent labour. That’s how he became a billionaire without actually EVER creating anything. This new financialisation guy, on the other hand, is a kind of anti-Mitt. He thinks that letting corporations fail means that new corporatists can join the bandwagon of the $hitshow and improve on previous failures. Even though this situation can be painted by either side of the political spectrum, I’m not sure which one is worst. The only thing that is clear to me is that one has fewer sharper teeth than the other and perhaps doesn’t know how best to sell toothpaste to the teethless.

But what the hell do I know.

Rant on.


Video with progressive commentary

Human Wrongness Essence

So glad to hear Maher going where things need go. You know. As in. How to rid humanity of that which is the origin of all ills, don’t you know, dear worst-reader. Royalty makes so little sense to me that at this point in my worst-life, I’m still asking how come the French Revolution stopped with just French Royalty. There were (are) so many more heads worth rolling, eh. Then again, considering how things went back then, I suppose it’s a wonder so many royal families survived. Or? Considering how so-called (western) democracies have evolved, especially with the likes of #Trump, I suppose one could see (if one were inclined to do so by giving up reality-tv and such) how so many of the plebeians love royals. At the least, we still have their sick-stink to deal with. And so. Could I give a hoot what British “royals” are planning now that it’s becoming more and more obvious how truly disgusting they are? As though one of their dips (Harry) leaving the family will make a difference, don’t you know. The only thing that will/could make a difference (in the future) is if said dip turns out to be, well, just like all the other (Andrew) dips. And then we finally have a repeat/continuation of the French Revolution. So let’s give him (Harry) a year or two more with his dip actress wife before he hightails it back to the comfort zone of privilege galore. Yeah, their split is gonna be a laugh, eh.

Rant on.


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.




What Is Then Is Now

Took me a while to finally get to this video, dear worst-reader. I’d heard about this debate after reading a bit about Buckley, who I was intellectually lead to by Christopher Hitchens a few and a few more years ago. I vividly recall watching Buckley on black&white television in my youth and asking my mother if he was American on account of his funny accent. In hindsight, how would my Prussian mother know who or what was American? #Nomatter. Yeah, that Buckley show accent. But that’s neither here nor there. The other day I was listening to a podcast (see link below) where a smart guy is interviewed about a book he’s recently written. The book is 500 pages and all about this debate. Go figure, eh. That, of course, especially motivated me to finally view the video (above). Thank the gods of greed for the Interwebnets, eh. Indeed, dear worst-reader. Although Baldwin has been on my reading list, he’s now moved up a notch or three. And I’ll get to him soon enough, don’t you know. Till then, I’ve since rewatched Baldwin’s portion of this debate numerous times and Buckley’s part only twice. Not only is it astonishing how the language from 50 years ago has not changed–considering the ugly racism-face that has arisen with #Trump–but you could almost place everything Buckley says, as he replies to Baldwin’s brilliance, overtop any fauxnewZ broadcast in the hear & now. Wow.

Rant on.



When Lightbulbs In Your Head Turn On But You Can’t Know It

Pretty good answer, dear worst-reader. Madame Warren kinda nails it. In the video above (time-stamp link), a talking-point question is asked that could be applied to almost any issue regarding the fairytale that is #Americant politics. You know, abortion, gun control, taxation, the rich eating the poor, etc. This time, though, the question is about whether or not the united mistakes government should regulate lightbulbs in the context of an overly polluted planet–that it created. That Warren calls-out the question for what it is, i.e. #Americant stinky bullshit framed in mint-julep sauce, is good enough for worst-moi. But what about the audience? I mean, dear worst-reader, I had a hard time watching this video, even though its something akin to a FIRST in #Americant TV. That is, kudos to CNN for holding the first ever mainstream political broadcast dealing solely with a polluted planet–created by the main polluter: #Americant. The way Warren (and other candidates) have to talk in this TV show, how they have to address the audience–let alone deal with the questions being asked–made me cringe. Yet, unlike the vastness of internet pornography, that makes me cringe even worse (waaaay too much genitalia and fluids!), I was able to get through some of this. My worst-point being: who are these candidates really talking to? Even with such a great call-out, does this mean that #Americants, i.e. those who have facilitated so much STUPID to enable #Trump, are finally gonna wake up from the(ir) nightmare dream? Hardly, eh.

Good luck suckers.

Rant on.


How A Vid Interrupted My Constitutional

Trying to get away from posting videos here from that you-know-who video website. Reason? I don’t like WordPress’ use of such links and its mis-direct embedding of the video. Seriously. I’d rather that just the link appeared. Yet in this particular case, I can’t help myself but enjoy what WP conjures. And by-the-buy, while on the $hitter the other morning, reading through the newz on my phone, I came across this video. It is a video, indeed, dear worst-reader, that wakes up that part of me that refuses to get old. (Even though I welcome ageing as a whole process and precursor and prep-show to the ultimate human task: death.) This video that is nothing but a pop-song nightmare is so stunningly beautiful that my first thought was: why do men exist? This is why! I don’t know if it’s the same look these two women have, the same dress (indeed the shades they wear don’t matter) or the art of stylish singing. But the entirety of these un-identical twins performing for money, money, money, etc. as they do, (for that is all a Grammy award is, or?) reminded me of why I get-it-on with women in the first place. It wasn’t to have relations, bear my soul, concoct sympathy by wanting to be the other half of something un-whole (as a human beings are), no! It was because of the passion and lust and physicality I felt when ever a woman I was attracted to came near, nearer, inside me. For the fulfilment of humanity is not procreation, dear worst-reader. No. It is that feeling you get just before you own her or she owns you and suddenly you realise… what a soul is.

Stunning. Stunning. Stunning.

Rant on.


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