Obviously, dear worst-reader, worst-writer has been on a hiatus. Reason? What is there to worst-write in the wake of #Americant political and social upheaval? I know. I know. The Biden years should have been a relief from the Trump years. But they weren’t. Of course. Let’s not mince worst-words here. Worst-writer is liberal. That is. I’m all for liberal democracy. And so. I voted for Kamala the other day. And we all know who won. And boy did HE win. At last look Kamala didn’t even get seventy million votes. Trump is pushing seventy-five million. That’s nearly identical to what he got in 2020. Which brings one to the following conclusion. Kamala DID NOT motivate a whole bunch of people to vote. Didn’t Biden get over eighty million votes in 2020? Nomatter.
As much as this election hurts, there is one worst-solace that I can give. Just like worst-writer, it’s time to embrace your inner loser. For. Dear worst-reader. Don’t you know. Worst-writer has long since given up on being a victim. A victim of these times, of this political chaos. For. You see. I too tried to play the game. And as I was losing the game, I tried to blame others or my circumstance or my ex-wife and/or all the really krappy choices I made in life. That’s how we avoid recognising that we’re not victims but instead we’re just fcuking losers. Unfortunately. All those morons that re-elected cheeto-jezus have a much longer road to travel–if they ever travel it all–when it comes to realising they too are losers. And so. Conservatives once again win the day. For the grand reward of fighting your inner loser is the gratification of greed, hate, racism and fear-mongering. Let them all swoon in it for the next four years. (Hopefully it’ll only last that long.)
Rant on.
-T
wurstwriter 