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The Red Pill Or The Blue Pill? Either Way Your Inner Fascist Drank The Kool-Aid Milkshake Galore So Keep Smiling

For posterity's sake, and to deal with the humungous crowds of imbicile-lites out there, I feel compelled to post Umberto Eco's fourteen point definition of Fascism. Seriously, people (imbeciles). It's not that complicated. More worst-posts on fascism here and here. If you've never read this before, be warned. It might be just like looking into a mirror--or … Continue reading The Red Pill Or The Blue Pill? Either Way Your Inner Fascist Drank The Kool-Aid Milkshake Galore So Keep Smiling →

The Moment You Recognise Your Comfy Pillow And Then Are Aghast. Or Maybe Not.

Do you wake up as soon as you recognise the pillow your head's been resting upon (all your life)? Or do you go back to sleep? #americant It is, indeed, a comfy pillow. But let's call it out all the same, eh, dear worst-reader. I recognised the fascist pillow I was sleeping on the first … Continue reading The Moment You Recognise Your Comfy Pillow And Then Are Aghast. Or Maybe Not. →

How Stupid Is You? Check The Icing In Your Cake Or The Butter Before You Penetrate.

Of course, I do have the following worst-question: how is it that my beloved #americant can elect Barry-O... but... then... because of a woman candidate... also elect the likes of #Trump directly thereafter... which... then.. has lead to... Answer: something other than stupidity elected Barry-O and or... Sorry to answer my own question with a … Continue reading How Stupid Is You? Check The Icing In Your Cake Or The Butter Before You Penetrate. →

Email From An Old Friend Or How To Fight The Nuance Of Innate Hate Run Amok While Consuming To Survive

Below is a shocking, nuanced-filled email exchange with an old friend. Unfortunately, even though I wish otherwise, there's not much I can do about what is really going on back in my beloved #americant--that can lead to such an email. I am not only an expat but I'm also no longer a believer. Indeed. I … Continue reading Email From An Old Friend Or How To Fight The Nuance Of Innate Hate Run Amok While Consuming To Survive →

Existentialism Country Music Style Or Subverting How And Why Your Truck Broke Down, The Dog Died And Beauty Got Away

If I had to make a list of all-time favourite pop songs number one without doubt is You Never Give Me Your Money by the Beatles. It is a song that I can hear numerous times in a row and after I'm tired of hearing it and finally turn it off--until the next time I … Continue reading Existentialism Country Music Style Or Subverting How And Why Your Truck Broke Down, The Dog Died And Beauty Got Away →

Worst-Writer’s Interwebnet Pseudo Warhol 15 Minutes Or So. Thanks @Mr_Electrico

Dear worst-readers the world over, the post referred to by @Mr_Electrico in the screenshot (tweet) above is here. My worst-response, other than my tweet (in the screenshot) is here: Why have liberals in my beloved and missed #americant failed so miserably since I left at the beginning of the end that was the 1990s? Or … Continue reading Worst-Writer’s Interwebnet Pseudo Warhol 15 Minutes Or So. Thanks @Mr_Electrico →

Corporatism, Mobbing And The Daily Routine Of The Race To The Bottom

Behaviour these days is everything; it is a pillar at the base upon which the global system, in its current iteration, rests and functions. In fact, nothing gets done without behaviourism. If you don't behave then you are an outcast, you are ostracised from the/a system. You may also be accosted or, better yet, mobbed. Whether … Continue reading Corporatism, Mobbing And The Daily Routine Of The Race To The Bottom →

Stuck In The Abomination That Is The Third Grade Through To The Sophomoric. You’re Welcome.

The moment I first heard the term "fake news" I laughed my a$$ off. I mean, come on. I grew up in a suburban hell that can only produce propaganda, greed, and, maybe the rock band Texas Hippie Coalition (even though, in spirit or proximity, I'm from no where near Texas). No. Seriously. I just … Continue reading Stuck In The Abomination That Is The Third Grade Through To The Sophomoric. You’re Welcome. →

A Grave Not Quite Mine (Yet) But I Like Shopping Around All The Same

So. Like. I'm riding my bike around a god-knows-where northern Germania vacation village. On the one side of me I've got the Baltic Sea and Denmark and on the other side hellacious church bells ringing as though there's no tomorrow. So I turn the corner and approach the bells that are thundering and the first … Continue reading A Grave Not Quite Mine (Yet) But I Like Shopping Around All The Same →

Naked Barge Drivers And Ford Fiestas On Their Way To Awaiting Suckers The World Over. Or Whoever Else Can Pay.

Almost didn't get this pic, dear worst-reader. Had to struggle to pull my smartphone from my pocket where it always rests albeit connected to my ears by really bad audio-phonic cabling that enables me to listen to podcasts (mostly Anglo news) while walking Beckett the killer pug. Indeed #1. In the nick-of-time, I noticed yet … Continue reading Naked Barge Drivers And Ford Fiestas On Their Way To Awaiting Suckers The World Over. Or Whoever Else Can Pay. →

Glass Cliff, Glass Ceiling Or How Her Corporate Soul Is Made Of As Much Nothingness As His

I’ve always had a problem with motherhood being on a pedestal. Is it because I was hatched? Procreation is more of a disease than something worth a baby shower and the happy wonderland consequence that is the lie of family life. I suppose that could mean I’m only partly misogynistic or just General Schmuck. Anyone … Continue reading Glass Cliff, Glass Ceiling Or How Her Corporate Soul Is Made Of As Much Nothingness As His →