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  • The True Face Of Greed Will Joyously Burn The Whole Thing Down Then Party Hearty

    the madness gun

    What can one say about the ugliness and the hate and the true-face of today’s new & improved pseudo-bourgeoisie of #Americant? On that note, let’s get it on about guns. Keep in mind, dear worst-reader, there is one thing that the shooters of Columbine, Sandy Hook, Charleston Church and Parkland have in common–other than their weapons and drugged-up mindlessness. They are an example of what has become of the middle class, i.e. the greatest believers in the mystery and sorcery of The Dream. They are the $hitbags reared by the worst part of a society that has obviously run amok–and is still going. And since these a$$holes (the American middle-class) have fallen head over heels for what FauxNewz/Limbaugh&Co spews into the public domain, which has distorted reality for these people so much, they all now have to rely on pharmaceuticals that emulate illicit drugs in order to function at the most basic level. These shootings are the result of at least two generations of collective DYSFUNCTION run amok. In other words, this is what happens to a middle class that systematically gives in to consuming to survive and gloating at neighbours with spite and greed and let’s not forget wars-of-choice, bailing out Wall Street, globalisation, Walmart>Amazon, etc., etc. And speaking of siloed-wealth mixed with pure riff-raff stupidity… Did you hear that after the Parkland FL shitbag’s mother died, he was scheduled to receive an inheritance of over $800k dollars? In fact, once the news broke and the greed gills of #Americant started to get a whiff of his windfall, he’s now awash in so much fan mail that the dumb-downed prison administrators probably think they’ve got a pop-star in their midst. But that’s not the worst of it, dear worst-reader. No. Instead I thought it appropriate to have a worst-word or three about how #Americant’s oldest gunmaker can go into bankruptcy during another post-shoot-em-up buying frenzy. Oh wait! Are you saying that kids from Parkland and their rallies are having a (positive) effect on the senseless killing that is part of senseless life in my beloved (and missed) #Americant? F-no! But lawsuits galore might be having an effect on something else. And that something has nothing to do with Parkland. No. Indeed. As #Americant’s oldest gunmaker recently announced, it’s going into bankruptcy. And why? That’s right, dear worst-reader, it’s not going into bankruptcy because, well, the worst of the worst, the ugly-ness of it all, the greed mongers galore–not unlike that spoiled rotten little shit-kid in the playground sandbox–will, instead of losing (anything), burn the whole fcuking house down. That’s how bankruptcy works these days. Remington is filing for bankruptcy to protect what it can from what will most likely be the loss of a civil case filed against it because it manufactured and marketed its AR-15 so well that Sandy Hook had to happen. Is this good news? It might be good news for what’s left of #Americant that can still function without pharmaceuticals. But for worst-writer, who is obviously a bit less optimistic, this is even more worst-news–for a country that is out-of-control with greed, gluttony and sloth.

    Rant on.

    -T

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  • Kudos To The Best Of The Worst

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    One of the world’s most greedy corporate CEOs (I mean, come on worst-reader, it is all about greed and not achievement or merit or the like, right?) has found a moment to put a few degrees between what he represents (über-greed) and what the worst of the worst represents (stupid-greed). Pretty much from day one worst-writer has claimed that Facebook is just bad bad bad. I also call it internet for stupid people. Anytime you see a bunch of consumer dunces giggling over their phones while connected to the past or other family dunces, eyebrows should be raised with bloody splinters in them. Of course, what can one do when the consume-to-survive world has so few choices regarding meaning in this worst-life? If anything, Facebook should be proof of how empty the western world of consumption has become–and who and what has brought us to this point. Yet all is grand in galore-ville and you’ve elected a comb-over as president. On the other hand, this world deserves the likes of Facebook. I mean, seriously. If stupid begets stupid, welcome to consumption galore. Here’s a ticket to your Colloseum–which was erected and used as part of the fall of the Roman Empire. Make sure you LIKE all the people you’re connected with who are as equally stupid as you as lions eat you. Go figure.

    Rant on.

    -T

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  • Wrench In Your Corporatist Machine Or Things This World Shouldn’t Screw Up

    The wafer is upside-down or inside-out or, perhaps, missing something essential? No. Wait. It still tasted manufactured great. Or maybe not.

    Rant on.

    -T

  • Is You Afeared Yet?

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    Screenshot from around 4:30am

    Was up around 3am and walking around my little apartment angry and spiteful at the snow that had fallen during the night. This has been a hell winter, dear worst-reader. And speakng of hell. As indicated in the pic above, there is a certain irony to living in hell. Especially when that hell stems from what is supposed to be a bright city on a hill. Indeed. How far will my beloved (and missed) #americant fall before realising the race to the bottom of the abyss has no bottom? Oh wait. Why/how does realising anything actually mean anything–in the race to the abysmal bottom? But I digress.

    Welcome to #americant where a girl named Reality has a match on Wikipedia with the bat$hitery of exactlly that which makes her story either compelling or frightening. I mean. Seriously. When I searched for Reality’s wiki page, a link to a wiki category of “reality show winners” accompanied it. What better example is there of why and how everything is so f’d up these days, eh dear worst-reader? In other worst-words: Welcome to your reality TV nightmare come true. Or. How is it that when state secrets are revealed the state-owned news covers them day-in and day-out and yet Reality is never mentioned as its source? I’m worst-writing about all the news covering #Trump’s collusion with Russia to win the previous presidential election (by losing the popular vote). Thank goodness for news via the Interwebnets. Yea, baby. Reality in your face is like that wanted cumshot that tells you: oh thank goodness! At least I’m not gonna get knocked-up by this guy.

    (Where that last sentence came from is a mystery to even worst-writer! But let’s go with it.)

    So here’s worst-writer’s question: Reality Winner is supposed to be more of a threat to Make America The Greatest than, say, a general that leaked secrets to his mistress (Patreaus)? The most shocking thing about #Americant government institutions trying to prove their worth (the over-reach of arresting Reality Winner and treating her in this way) is how they all seem to be swinging (as in bats) at balls that ain’t never been pitched. Seriously. It’s like playing baseball without the balls. And what’s worse: #americants are watching the game, watching the commercials that go with the game, buying the merchandise from the game, etc., etc. The thing that Reality Winner was supposed to have leaked has been part of the daily newz cycle since #Trump grabbed you-know-what. Doesn’t that kinda make her a hero?

    Just try to imagine all the government officials, all those automatons, who have been, through out their automaton “careers”, smacking at little ants with both shoes in their hands since the day they graduated with degrees in How-To-Be-Stupid. And people like David Patraeus, or even President Stupid’s children, waddle around with their grimmy hands full of secrets (as in getting security clearance). While all that’s going on, Reatliy Winner has been locked up in a dungeon at the united mistakes politburo. Of course, the biggest question is this: when will the government and its automatons come get you? The way things are going, it’s just a matter of time before Reality sinks in.

    Or maybe not. Now go buy something.

    Rant on.

    -T

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  • Things You Hope Are True–Especially When It’s About How To Shower Goldenly With A #Sexexpert

    golden rain golden shower trump

    Or should it be “sexpert”? Yea. Sex-expert has too many syllables.

    More on golden showers here.

    Glanced across a headline yesterday about a person stuck in Thai jail saying she can spill the beans about #Trump’s pee tape. Or something like that. Actually, dear worst-reader, I’ve been trying to forget about President Stupid and his antics. It’s the only way to deal with what’s going on the world today if you know too much about failure, losing and all things worst. But then I got up this morning with certain things on my mind and ended up doing a quick news scan and to my surprise there was nothing to find on my obsessions this morning–that were probably caused by that damn article yesterday. Luckily there’s the search tools of yore. So I searched for “Russia Thai Trump” and the link below was hit #1. Cool, eh. It was the same article that I glanced over yesterday. And it’s not from some simpleton click bait source. Does that mean one should take it seriously? Could this person really spill the beans–if journalists help her get out of Thai jail–on Trump’s pee-tape? Say… if only someone could find the sheets like someone found that blue dress. Boy, would that be cool.

    Link that motivate this post: Russia Thai Trump.

    Rant on.

    -T

  • Not Only In #Trumpland Does Disinformation Serve The Agenda. Would You Believe Corporations Use Smoke Screens Too? Duh!

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    Worst-writer has been wielding an iPhone 6s for well over two years now. It’s my second “smartphone”. Worst-writer has never been a fan of Apple’s iOS. In fact, most computer operating systems suck. On top of that, the whole smartphone thing bores me. Reason? These things can do so much more. Here’s my worst-dream for smartphones: These things should be a person’s sole device. When on the go, there’s the phone. When at home or in the office, we should be able to use it with some kind interface (hub, docking station, etc.) and thereby have a monitor, keyboard and pointing device. Indeed. We should be able, as of 2017, to carry around a full functioning PC in our pocket. Instead we carry around widget that serves a higher greed purpose. But I digress.

    From what I can tell from iPads, Surface tablets, smartphones, etc., these things are most certainly powerful enough to fulfil worst-writer’s worst-dream. Yet we’re still stuck with having to buy separate hardware in order to worst-write, worst-view and worst-consume… all the porn the world and its females can offer. So when I read krapp about how the world’s greediest corporation may or may not be manipulating its products in order to force consumers to buy anew, I go he-he-ha-ha-he-he-haaaaaa.

    As far as smokescreens go–which we should all be used to considering a world where #Trump can get elected–Apple has done a fine job of shifting the issue that we should really be discussing. The fact is, Apple’s products are not only dependent on batteries, but they are also dependent on software. I know. I know. Most worst-readers reading this know that. But still, since the issue broke about Apple’s greed systemamtic planned product obsoletism, it seems the whole thing is now ending in it all being about the battery. The problem is sooooooooo not the battery.

    For those interested, here’s worst-writer’s solution to the whole worst-thing. Combined with a fair priced battery replacement, Apple could make an iPhone last (until the hardware fails) by allowing customers a choice which iOS version they want to use, including just staying with the iOS that came with the device when it was purchased. IMHO, it is all these crazy iOS upgrades that ruin not only battery life but the whole user experience. Seriously. There is nothing in any iOS upgrade I’ve experienced that has made the degraded functionality that follows worthwhile. Btw, IMHO, that’s exactly what PC makers–including Apple Macs–have done with operations system upgrades, too. But what the hell do I know?

    Rant on.

    -T

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  • The Bridge To The Cliff Has Already Been Crossed. So How’s The View While Falling Off The Cliff That Has Been Your Life Journey?

    orwell big brother

    The political payback president stupid owes certain republicans has been trickling in with ferocity lately. By certain republicans, of course, I’m referring to the bat$hit religious nutjobs that got Stupid elected. The best example of this can be seen in #Trump’s appointees. There are also a bunch of bat$hit appellate judges he’s been appointing–some of which have never tried a case in court. The way the State Department is being gutted is another example. The department is being headed by a #Trump appointee that is still a f’n Boy Scout. (Yes, I’m ragging on Boy Scouts.) Through new ideological leadership a bunch of long standing diplomats are either early-retiring or quitting their posts at the US State Department. I don’t know about you, dear worst-reader, but I thought draining the swamp had more to do with elected officials and not a bunch easy-target bureaucrats. And let’s not get too deep into the recent tax break that’s been approved by a bat$hit republican Congress–where the richest #americants are not only being giving the largest government hand-out ever but are also being enabled to hoard what’s left of an already decimated economy that probably can’t recover. And by-the buy, how much do you want to bet that of all the free-money the rich are getting after this tax-break none of it will recirculate back in the country? But all that nonsense is neither here nor there. Reason? I can deal with $tupid politics. Stupid politics can be fixed. But there is one thing in politics that can’t be fixed and it almost passed right be me the other day–if it weren’t for a German article my better half showed to me. Did you get the recent BS about #Trump telling the CDC (Centre for Disease Control) what words to use when publishing official documents, especially budget reports? Get this:

    In some instances, the analysts were given alternative phrases. Instead of “science-based” or ­“evidence-based,” the suggested phrase is “CDC bases its recommendations on science in consideration with community standards and wishes,” the person said. -from Wash Post article

    Gee, dear worst-reader, who do you think the community standards and wishes is in the quote above? If this doesn’t put creepy crawlers under your skin, than nothing should. This is Orwell newspeak, baby. And it’s being officially dolled out by your electoral college elected officials.

    Look what you’ve done #americant.

    Good luck suckers.

    Rant on.

    -T

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  • Maybe Put A Label On It Instead Of Enabling A Bimbo To Sing Put A Ring On The Heart Of Suckers Born Every Minute

    sucker born every minute
    “There is a sucker born every minute” -PT Barnum

    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.

    Good luck suckers.

    Rant on.

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  • Men With Combs Not Comb-Overs

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    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.

    Good luck suckers.

    Rant on.

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  • How To Fix Something That Has To Be Broken? #Gerrymandering #NetNeutrality

    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.

    “What’s gerrymandering?”

    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.

    Rant on.

    -T

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  • Europe: The Ones Who Do Wrong Are Always Stronger Than The Ones Who Do Right. More Poison Please.

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    How easy is it, dear wort-reader, to go through life doing the easy wrong and thereby avoiding the difficult right? Well, according to #eurowasteland (Europe), it’s even easier. In fact, my beloved #americant isn’t much different. Indeed, these brothers and sisters, these kissing cousins, these inbred westerners–split by an ocean–of nevermore… rule the world with the lusciousness of consume-to-survive pions so willingly ruled by mongers who are the few & far between riding on backs of the less or ill-informed of nothingness, meritlessness and a past of war, greed, abuse, etc.

    In my previous post, I thought I could get away with making a connection between the war-mongering scoundrels of #eurowasteland and the greed-mongering sex scandals of (my beloved) #americant. But I think I might have bitten off more than I can chew. Still, I’m leaving the post up. In fact, it’s really the picture that I included with my previous post that I should change. But. In keeping with the stubbornness that has lead to this/my worst-life of being the most successful useless-eater ever, I’m leaving it all in place and adding a little more to it. Basta!

    Hence, the pic here probably fits better there. But I–worstwriter–digress.

    With that in mind, I still think there is a way to connect the behaviour of war-mongers with that of sex-mongers–the details of which I’ll leave up to the scientists. Just as there is a connection with young men raised by ignorance and knowing only abuse, there is a connection to how #eurowasteland has tried and failed to rid itself of its past, which was/is so blatantly obvious in how it has handled these mock trials over the years after the war of the former Yugoslavia. I mean, come on. Why the hell are these trials even in the public sphere? Or am I the only one that is NOT surprised that a nut job Croat can pull off a Shakespearean death on live TV? Wow. Says a lot about #eurowasteland.

    Which brings me to the following worst-conclusion: more poison please.

    Rant on.

    -T

  • How To Hug Your Abuser, Face Your Poison

    drink your poison
    Poison: the deserved drink of choice for most stupid, ugly, arrogant, mostly white power-monger idiots.

    What’s the one thing that connects all of the recent sex abuse bullshit, dear worst-reader? Ok. Yea. It might be something about stupid white men. (But then there’s the few and far between non-white men that seem to do the same thing.) Then there’s the issue of power. Yea. That’s the ticket, ain’t it? Or maybe not. Indeed. Is there a single thing, a thread that weaves through all this krapp that is #americant and a bit too much daddy-do-good mixed with sexual repression? And so. Are you sitting down, dear worst-reader? Cause here comes some worst-writer galore. Yea, baby!

    Pick. Your. Poison.

    We are now deep into a world that is literally sustaining itself on

    1. the laurels of the past,
    2. the nothingness of the now and
    3. the meritlessness of the future.

    Mixed together, baby, this is our poison. And. As you know. Poison doesn’t necessarily have to kill you. But there’s more.

    Not only Matt Lauer but also Charlie Rose–and a whole bunch of other men-of-ill-repute–did not get where they are without sharing one very important thing. They were able to get ahead, to get their outrageous contractual paydays, all that money/power because they rode the backs of the willing. That’s right, baby. Thousands, tens of thousands, millions of people who could have done what these men do–to get their power–could also do their job. But instead they let their backs be ridden. Did you get that? Let me worst-re-write it again.

    There is nothing these men do that millions of others couldn’t do. Just like most people/men who run corporations these days, don’t you know. In fact, it’s no different than war-mongers. Or perturbed patriarchs that claim to love their families. The only difference is that these nut jobs that are all over the mind bending airwaves are the cream of the crop of meritlessness run amok. Which begs the question: How the fuck do you get on someones back?

    A little, bitter side story from worst-writer’s past:

    I met with a marketing manager once from the corporate headquarters of Adidas in Germany. We were pushing some fancy new URL parsing software to them that would enable a new level of marketing and merchandising on the Internet (late 90s). At the time the software was perfect for manufacturers of consumer products. But here’s the thing. I was there for two days pitching our software and I had to meet with the vice president of corporate marketing. Whoopee, eh! But guess what? The guy turned my stomach. I mean, he was a perfect human specimen–if you’re life is a glossy magazine that appeals to a meritless consume-to-survive society. He was over six feet tall. He had perfect full hair that together with his full shaven beard was perfectly groomed every moment of the day. I mean, he had one of those full beards that grew while you were talking to him. In fact, I’m sure he had the most expensive Braun razor in his office where he could shave three or four times a day. His clothes were perfectly tailored, including his shoes. He looked as though he was in perfect health, too. Yet when he opened his mouth at certain moments while being pitched he was as stupid as a redneck stuck under a car named the general lee. The guy could barely formulate a sentence. Of course, he was German and the whole pitch was in English. But come on. A guy this high on the corporate ladder and he mumbled like a moron and he barely knew what the Internet was? How do these people get these jobs?

    But before I get too far off subject.

    My worst-point is this. Sex scandal here or there, it’s time for someone to grow up.  Between the abusers and the accusers–this is getting out of hand. Where will all this lead? The way all these men are dropping from their worlds has something more to say about the world than it does about male behaviour. And as far as all the women are concerned… It might be time to consider not turning your trauma into a farce. Charlie Rose and Matt Lauer earn the big bucks, right? Yet maybe it’s time to ask a simple question: how do these people get ahead while leaving so many others behind?

    Now don’t get me wrong. I got no problem with big money earners. That is, as long as you earn the money on your own back. It’s when you earn it on the backs of others… That’s when I get ticked-off. And I’m starting to get the feeling that a lot of women out there are also going that extra greedy mile to get something off the back of someone else–just because they can. Matt Lauer and Charlie Rose and Harvey Weinstein all earn outrageous sums of money. And for what? Indeed. Who are the people that so gallantly (sarcasm off) enable these assholes?

    Corporatism. Tribalism. Get your gun (or poison) Johnny!

    Even if I’m way off base bringing together a war-mongering criminal like the asshole in the pic above and the likes of Matt Lauer, I’m gonna go with it. There is something that all of these people have in common. There is something out there the enables men and their abuse. Power? Money? Greed? Sex? Nationalism? Blah. Blah. Blah. The state-of-things means that it’s time for a lot more people to check their poison drawers. Humanity can only take so much meritlessness.

    Rant on.

    -T

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  • Only In The Land Of Free To Be Stupid Can You Get Fired For Being Smart

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    Screenshot from the article link below. Can you believe she was fired for this? I say, you go gurl!

    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…

    resist trump much
    Rear window of an old Volvo.

    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?

    Rant on.

    -T

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  • Malice And Spite Make Not Everything Nice

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    Source: DailyKos; see link below

    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.

    Way to go #americant.

    Rant on.

    -T

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  • Not Much Going On In Sept

  • The Ugly Truth From The Ugly Mouth That’s Never Been Washed #Soap

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    “…the longer they talk about identity politics, I got ’em. I want them to talk about racism every day. If the left is focused on race and identity, and we go with economic nationalism, we can crush the Democrats.” -Steven Bannon.

    The thing about hate is how it can go so well so unseen. I experienced this growing up in the suburban hell of my beloved #americant. The other thing about hate is how it can have so many faces. Then there’s where it comes from. My, oh my. Tricky little devil, ain’t she. Then again, love isn’t as diverse as hate (can be)? Or is that just my POV on account I’m so skewed by love-hate? Wait. I’m not skewed. Am I? Love has just screwed me. And love, for Simplicity’s Sake–that old Bitch–has been commandeered by half the human population. Indeed. Love has been turned into a weapon. A weapon of mass… sc(r)ew you destruction. But I’m waaaaaay of subject. And so. I digress.

    The quote above is from the infamous Steve Bannon. For those who don’t know who he is, just remember this: if there is anything or anyone that better represents what #Trump really is and what Trumpism is about, it’s Steve Bannon. Ever since this guy first entered the political realm of free-to-be-stupid #americant, I’ve been looking through the mirror window of my past, of my home, of that place I love-hate–and miss dearly. But I’ve already said that. Again. Digress.

    Bitter and forced to under-achieve, stupid white men rule this moment (of history). And not unlike facing a sell-out for the first time, I must ask this question: if something is sold-out, who’s buying (it)? And there you have it. The buyers of the hate and simplemindedness that must culminate in all these years of conservatism run amoke, i.e. republicans, can only culminate in the likes of Steve Bannon. If there is one thing I learned from the love-hate of getting divorced it’s this: there really is nothing like the sk(r)ewed mind of hate born out of love. For me that’s a hard pill to swallow–on account I saw all those Disney love stories she saw. Yet. I’ve always thought the opposite of hate is NOT love but instead: respect. Oh well. Let’s stay on worst-subject, shall we.

    At some point in his life Steve Bannon must have known love. Yet. For me? The transition of love-hate began a long time ago–not unlke Bannon. Yet again. I cannot hate like Bannon or the Steve Bannons of this world. Why is that? At best I’m least half a stupid white man. Let’s attempt to worst-elaborate, shall we?

    When I was in junior highschool I went off on a teacher and told her to go fuck herself with her mother’s dick. Within about an hour I faced the principle of the school in his office and he put a bar of soap in front of me and a bucket of water. He told me that if I didn’t wash my mouth out with that soap within the next two minutes he was was going to hit me so hard with a wooden paddle–that he proceeded to take out of his desk–and I noticed that it had large holes drilled in it for aerodynamic effect–that I wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week. I stared at him and wondered what he would look like with his mother’s dick in his ass. Then I bit off such a large chunk of that bar of soap and began swishing and chewing it around my mouth that the principle’s secretary, who was also in the room, started to gasp. When I was finished and suds were dripping down my chin, the principle told me to put my hands on the edge of his desk and lean in. I did. He then got behind me with his paddle and said: now you won’t be able to sit down for the rest of the day. He whaled on my ass. (Btw, that was the first of three times I was beaten–or as they liked to call it: disciplined–with a wooden paddle by school administrators and/or teacher while attending #americant public schools.)

    The problem with the Bannon types that have emerged is not the arbitrary and often blatant hate that they espouse. It’s the fact that there are many out there who believe this hate is an anomaly. With that in mind, welcome to a world where so few really, really bad dudes (n)ever got their mouths washed out with soap.

    Rant on.

    -T

    PS By-the-buy, the quote at top of this post is more than a strategy to defeat the rational mind. What it really is, what it represents, is the good in the very, very few that cannot find a way out because, well, our mouths have been washed out too often with soap. And so… fcuk off.

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  • Golden Rain Fun In Moscow

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    As I’ve said here, #americant deserves #Trump. And. From the get-go, nomatter what believers (i.e. the fail upwards middle-classes) claim as they are chocking on that belief, there was no doubt in my mind that president über-stupid likes the peepee. Now. I suppose it’s debatable if he’s one of them perverts that likes to watch the/his women-folk pee or if he likes the other version–being peed on. But there’s no doubt that he likes the stuff–probably the yellower (or is it goldener) the better. And since the pee-dossier (see link below) has received some new life in the media, why not begin the arduous task of researching whether or not #Trump actually kissed his mother with that butthole of a mouth he sells (and #Americants have bought whole-heartily). No. Seriously. Dearest worst-reader! Get this. If/when #Trump gets impeached or quits, the idiot base that elected him will replace him. Indeed. The religious $hitbags will then have finally gained what they always wanted. Seriously. That’s it. There will be more wars of choice. Further looting of the treasury. And women will be required–according to the standards dictated by inept interpretation of a book written during the bronze-age–to bear the children of men… that like to be peed on.

    Of course, the saddest thing about #Trumps despicable, obscene, abominable behaviour is that the really bad stuff in the pee-dossier will not only reveal some truths about the man but, perhaps, the whole of the united mistakes of #americant. Yea, baby.

    Rant on. Suckers.

    -T

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  • If You Can’t Manage It Or Pay For It Then It’s Time To Burn It (As In Down) To Make Sure You Still Win

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    What do most children do when confronted about lying? Indeed. They lie. I suppose parents who teach those kids not to lie are doing the right thing. But isn’t the real reason why the kids lie in the first place the more pertinent issue? Then again, is the real reason anyone lies ever addressed? The only thing that is addressed is the act of lying. I reckon that’s the whole point of having a legal system, eh. Wait. Confused. Start again.

    The thing that bugs me most about this fcuked up world I’m supposed to live in is capitalism’s one-way street. In my worst-opinion, I think capitalism would work much better if it were a two-way street. On top of that, I hate the idear of corporations, i.e. the mechanisation of capitalism and how they pretty much directly rule the world. But don’t get me wrong, dear worst-reader. I do actually like capitalism and don’t mind the fact that a corporation’s purpose is to seek out profit. But here’s the thing…

    What do you do when profit becomes your lie? What do you do when the people of a corporation–or perhaps even all of capitalism–collectively lie? It’s hard to detach yourself from profit, from a salary, from the very foundation that is your existence, eh. Here is where a two-way street would he helpful. Not only is today’s capitalism a one-way street but it’s also enabled by people who have unlearned what mothers tried to teach them. Oh, the motivation of money. Oh, the motivation of a compliant legal system. The motivation of a mother’s false love. Etc.

    Having just scanned a few articles about diesel cars (which I’ve touched upon here before) and egg contamination, a worst-thought ran through me-mind. The best form of lying in order to make profit and/or exploit others for profit, has to be the insurance industry. The insurance industry, unlike manufacturing, war-profiteering or medicine, relies solely on lying in order to make profit (or even exist). The whole concept of hedging ones risk, which is the intellectuals definition of insurance, is based on fraud from the get-go. Or am I totally into worst-writer territory here? With that in mind, is it such a long-shot to assume, just as individuals self-preserve with insurance fraud, that corporations and perhaps even the whole of capitalism itself, would/could do the same?

    The diesel emission scandal, for example. How is it that after all these years of profiting from diesel engines, suddenly car makers are being called out for lying about emissions? How is that millions upon millions of chickens lay even more millions of eggs per day and suddenly, out of the blue, as though no one ever managed the chickens or the eggs, the eggs are contaminated? Btw, was the billions of dollars used to bail out banks in 2008 (and GM in 2009) anything different than an insurance claim? Wait. Perhaps that’s going too far.

    Through the miracle of self-preservation, which drives individuals to commit insurance fraud–by setting fire to their houses or cars in the hopes of big insurance claim payouts–isn’t it possible that egg makers and car makers would resort to the same tactic to cover the losses caused by not only their blatant lying but also their $hitty management skills? The payout being corporate tax breaks for the losses they will claim. Again, after all these years of producing diesel engines, it’s just now being noticed how much $hit and filth those engines spew into the air? Or could the real (true) issue be that those who manage car makers haven’t managed the whole shebang very well and there’s simply too many of these cars that they can’t sell (exorbitant surplus)? The real problem is that corporations today are run by little $hit kids with über college degrees who never learned to tell the truth because they either had no mommies or their mommies are just as stupid as they are. Or better yet. It’s time to finally blame mommies for not letting their sons become just plan old $hit kicker, redneck, hate filled cowboys–or dentists.

    Good luck suckers.

    -T

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  • Moment You Know Your Gig Is Up And #ConfessYourUnpopularOpinions

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    HDT + fire (but don’t hurt anybody) = burn the whole fcuking thing down. Source of pic: the movie Office Space

    I love it. It’s one of those rare moments where there is so much crumbling in the souls of those who thought they $hit roses that I can sit back, for even this brief amount of time, and actually enjoy watching the catastrophic embarrassment of WWE or anything reality-tv. Cause that’s what we’re/you’re in, baby. But here’s the thing, dear worst-reader. There’s been quite a backlash to a recent publication by a Google automaton regarding the genetic deficiencies of females as computer programmers, or something like that. Of course, if one reads what was actually published (which I’ve only partly done), two things should come to mind:

    1. Have you nothing better to do with your expensive San Francisco ruining time?
    2. Convention and status-quo are the enemy of rational thought and the innate human desire to consume too many Jujubes.

    This whole shebang is so hi-larry-us regarding this issue that I’m also wondering why rational people–if there actually are any left in my beloved #americant–don’t all get up and finally do what needs to be done. By-the-buy, if you want to know what needs to be done, read HDT and then add fire (or maybe not). As far as my enjoying this moment where others suffer, heed this: when a manifesto from an automaton blows up like this it can only mean one thing. Either there’s something wrong in Kansas (as in that Munchkinland where everything is almost perfect, ‘cept for those menacing witches and what-not) or your time is up at the fun factory–where you’ve been riding on the backs of future generations because of the greed you and your salary has been perpetuating for having done nothing except ruin the #interwebnets. Indeed.

    Yeah, to have the time to write and think about what this automaton thought about means you might have a bit too much time on your hands. At a company like Google, that means there has to be a lot more of you that have too much time on their hands, too. Which also means, many, many, many automatons should be made redundant. Either that or switch your major (as in college) to eugenics.

    Rant onwards.

    -T

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  • Cut Off Nose To Spite Face, #Americant Style

    It just keeps gettin better and better. Sitting on this pedestal I’ve made for myself at thirty thousand feet above normal, I look down at my brethren of yore, my deepest cousins in crime, the land I miss so dearly. And while looking down, what do I see? A shit-show of epic proportions. I mean, you’d think that at this point someone, somewhere in #americant could step up to the plate. Not Joe-shmow, of course. Joe-Shmow is the problem! But why not a Senator, why not a former president, why not Hillary? As far as I can tell there are only a few congressmen that have stepped up to the plate so far, i.e. the two-hundred or so that are suing #Trump over violating the emoluments clause. Bless their sweet little liberal hearts, eh! Of course, we all know what lawsuits are all about. I mean. Come on. Lawsuits are like porn was back in the day when you had to put a quarter in a machine and a small window opened up where you saw Davila playing with her Dirty Nikki. I mean, you really gotta wanna go there with lawsuits these days–but once you go–you’re there. Or maybe not.

    Speaking of lawsuits. Last year when my better-half dragged me off to India for what was supposed to be a two to three year stint aka career betterment–but turned out to be a dudd–I was threatened by a restaurant manager who thought a lawsuit was the best way to solve a simple bank transfer problem. Seriously. We had a lunch at a Bangelore shopping mall. The bill was (insert # Rupees here; about $14) and we thought we paid. I even kept the receipt. About a week later we got a call from the restaurant manager that the bank transfer of the card didn’t go through. If we don’t pay the bill by that afternoon, he said, he was gonna sue me. Seriously, India? Are you the first other world country to be Trumped above the rest? The next day, of course, I travelled back to the mall/restaurant–getting around Bangelore is a nightmare, btw–and paid our bill with cash. The manager was thankful and went into this long tirade about how some people just don’t pay their tabs. Oh really.

    I suppose every once-a-once, in a world governed, managed, made profitable by lawsuits, there might be one or three out there that actually makes sense. And so, with all the gusto I can muster from these thirty thousand feet, looking down upon the land I love/miss so much–and for the sake of Seth Rich’s family–sue the beegeezees out ’em, baby.

    Rant on.

    -t

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  • What Scares More? Who Or How A $140m Was Won In Court?

    When I was kid there were two things that scared me. One was the return of my father who abandoned me when he realised the petty jubilee of war-winner’s bounty in the form of young German girls–while fulfilling his commitment to the US military–and how that wasn’t quite what he thought it would be. And the other was the 1972 movie The Poseidon Adventure. Seriously. To this day I complain to my mother about having dragged me to that film. I even remember the filthy floor that I crawled on while hiding behind the backs of movie theatre seats to escape the portrayal of suspense and human suffering on the big, wide Hollywood screen with the aftermath of a capsized ocean liner. It was indeed a dirty, filthy, grimy disgusting floor. Nomatter. I count myself lucky to not have feared what other kids feared when they were young. You know, ghosts, monsters, priests, etc. Of course, fear is something we all must deal with in life–especially in times like these where everything, everyone, The All of Life, is about one thing and one thing only: money. So I guess, as an adult without any money, I’ve had to deal with fear anew. But you know what, dear worst-reader? It doesn’t stop with being a useless eater, one who was meant to be a ditch digger but instead told those with privilege and inheritance to go fcuk themselves thirty-three times over. And with that in mind, there is one other thing that scares the krapp out of me as I start down the path of getting older than I ever thought I’d get. The thing I fear most today is power run amok in the hands of the few. And if you think it hasn’t run amok, give a look at that weird court case a few years back between Hulk Hogan and Gawker. Even though I haven’t seen the documentary discussed in the video above, I’m really looking forward to seeing it asap–as soon as it’s available here in the old country. In the mean time, I’ll utilise the wait-time to psych myself up. For, dear worst-reader, the amount of power that is currently being consolidated into the grimy hands of wealthy assholes who can manipulate the judicial system (of any country) should raise red flags not only across the world but, indeed, #americant. But then again, if those flags were raised, it could cease to be #americant. Or? Oh my. I’m so afraid of the future of the western world having given in to political conservatism and thereby monetising the judiciary of democracy that I’m already looking for movie theatre seats to hide behind. Oh. Wait. I guess I’m also a little afraid of what grime is gonna be on the floor of those movie theatre seats I try to crawl under. Or maybe not.

    Rant on.

    -T

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  • Rare Moment Where Line Of Right And Left Cross In Unceremonious Ceremony Of Misconstrued Cluster Fcuk

    Update: Since posting there has been what the press is calling a leftist terror attack in the US. How convenient for the right, eh. I suppose another left-right line has been crossed because the perpetrator once volunteered for the presidential campaign of Bernie Sanders, who is a lefty (I guess). This type of violence in the US isn’t about political ideology as much as it is about a society run amok that has long since gone off the cliff of sanity. But I digress.

    Liberalism is a political philosophy or worldview founded on ideas of liberty and equality. Liberals espouse a wide array of views depending on their understanding of these principles, but generally they support ideas and programmes such as freedom of speech, freedom of the press, freedom of religion, free markets, civil rights, democratic societies, secular governments, gender equality, and international cooperation.

    -Wikipedia

    First time watching the video above was odd. Second time I watched I felt uneasy. I watched it a third time to make sure that I watched it twice before. I’m a big Oliver Stone fan. Stephen Colbert is so-so. I oogle respect for Stone–even though I don’t like all his movies. Colbert is a good television corporatist and I’d rather have him up there than any of the other talkshow talkinghead $hitbags. But let me focus on Stone.

    Among Oliver Stone’s great works, Platoon, JFK and W. are on my list of recommended must-see films–especially if you want to learn something about #americant. Whaaaaaaa? You mean you haven’t seen W.? Get on it, dear worst-reader! With that in mind, I eventually realised that watching Stone get into a pissing contest with a talkshow host isn’t the worst part of this video. I actually found some comfort in watching Stone stand by his conviction of being apolitical when it comes to dealing with that thing that is ruining the world for those of us who don’t have and nor do we want riches.

    Ruining this world, you ask, dear worst-reader?

    Indeed. Stone has done interviews slash documentaries on Hugo Chavez, Fidel Castro and now Vladimir Putin, among others. I’m worst-wondering, of those Stone has interviewed, does he have a preference for lefties? If so, is Stone somehow masking his desire perhaps to be a dictator? (Ha. Ha. Ha.) And by-the-buy, are these dictators from the political left? Perhaps my question is mute. Nonetheless.

    I believe that the reason Stone does these interviews is to help the blissfully ignorant among us, i.e. those who would enable and facilitate political conservatism, i.e. those who have given the world #Trump and at the same time practically annihilated liberalism and now go about their bidness as though nothing is wrong–except for #Trump’s hair… blah, blah, blah…

    In other worst-words, Stone makes these documentaries in order to provide some information which can then lead to knowledge that is otherwise unavailable and/or unattainable to the masses. For that we should all be thankful. What we shouldn’t be thankful for, of course, are confused talkshow hosts.

    What is the difference between a conservative and a liberal? (Wiki definitions provided above and below.)

    I remember when the conservative madness was peaking back in the late 1980s. I was in college and working odd jobs and wasting a lot of kisses on too many girls. Between the Iran-Contra affair and the S&L crisis, there was something in the air back then. It was a stench. The stench was (still is) conservatism. For the longest time I didn’t understand conservatism. But then came Rush Limbaugh. I read Rush’s first book and listened–for a while–to his radio show. One of the things Rush said that stuck with me–even to this day–is that Nazis were liberals. He went on about how conservatives, real conservatives, couldn’t do what the Nazis did. He even went as far as to claim that because Adolf Hitler was a failed artist and that Joseph Goebbels was a failure at everything except running his mouth, Nazis had to be liberals. This is the reason I can’t watch faux newz, dear worst-reader. Conservatives turn things around, up-side-down, in-and-out, force black to be white and white to unicorn purple, etc. Only a conservative mind can claim and try to rationalise the idear that Nazis were liberals.

    Liberals are hippies, dude. That’s all they really are. Thank goodness not all of them want to smoke dope and lay around all day. But they do want justice. They want justice all the time. That’s it.

    -worstwriter

    There is obviously a fine line between right & wrong when it comes to things like power and money and status and position in this world. I can tolerate that. What I can’t tolerate is when someone looses his or her way simply because he or she can’t tell the proper time on a clock that is wrong twice a day. Colbert’s attempt to attack Stone because he thinks Stone is sympathising with Putin is a grand mistake. Colbert obviously can’t see for himself that Stone’s documentary is a way to inform the blissfully ignorant. To Stone it doesn’t matter if who he interviews is from the right or the left. I feel somewhat embarrassed for Colbert that he obviously doesn’t know that. Colbert crosses the line not unlike conservatives cross lines–all the time. The saddest part, as history has shown us, is that I’m not sure a blissfully ignorant audience can handle this. Indeed. The conservative stench is blinding.

    Conservatism is a political and social philosophy that promotes retaining traditional social institutions in the context of culture and civilization. By some definitions, conservatives have variously sought to preserve institutions including religion, monarchy, parliamentary government, property rights and the social hierarchy, emphasizing stability and continuity, while the more extreme elements called reactionaries oppose modernism and seek a return to “the way things were”. The first established use of the term in a political context originated with François-René de Chateaubriand in 1818, during the period of Bourbon restoration that sought to roll back the policies of the French Revolution. The term, historically associated with right-wing politics, has since been used to describe a wide range of views.

    -Wikipedia

    Rant on.

    -T

  • War On Terror. War On Drugs. War On Boobs. Amerika Fcuk Yea!

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    There you have it, dear worst-reader. Another law (ordinance?) has been created by the/a state so that you can be served the best quality juicy delight of governmental hard work that (in)humanity has to offer. And would you believe I’m actually from the place where this level of mindlessness happens–whether it’s about boobs or not? Nomatter.

    Indeed.

    Have no fear tax payer slash bank-bail-outter. Your laws are made daily–as if you didn’t know that–and you should be proud of those that make these laws–even if the law makers all sound like redneck truckers that just got out of a Ho-Chi-Minh movie drive-in that featured a barnbuster about how girls are raised by perfect mothers who hide their faces when their unknown fathers procreate on their fleshiness all in the name of good-times and a few drinkie-poohs while letting themselves go when visiting THE BEACH. (Nothing against truckers, by-the-buy.)

    I mean #1, come on. It’s not as though there are more important things to do in the grandness of the greatest failed experiment in human stupidity.

    I mean #2, aren’t laws the thing, i.e. legislation, that has given you (insert #) years of war and/or money transference to the rich? Laws have made your inner most Cinderella dreams come true and given you your beloved #Trumpism, too. Wow.

    Can you say lack of voters, titties and electoral college three times real fast, dear worst-reader?

    And when summer time comes ’round and the embarrassing nature of your humanity takes precedence–which you hide under strips of cloth–it’s time to wipe away the seriousness of death and murder and destruction–that is all these years of wars-of-choice and US treasury depletion at the hands of the thieving rich–because it’s time to deal with those luscious pillows, those fun-bags, those randy-dandies, those jugs… that turn the heads of boys and girls while you try and continue your cinderella nightmare-dream in the hideaway of a vacation your credit card will never be able to get paid. Or maybe not.

    Let’s just move beyond all the worst-writing then, shall we. Oh. And heed this: naked man boobs rule!

    Rant on.

    -T

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  • Hey Kids! Your Future Is Being Predicted Right Now. Get It While You Can. #Fascism Game Play Galore

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    pic is from Ubisoft; it’s called: “next to last supper”; how appropriate

    What do you recall from reading Jules Verne and George Orwell, Mr. Worstwriter?

    I’m so glad you asked, dear worst-reader.

    I remember from both those writers how my future was being predicted. Indeed. Even though I didn’t read much when I was kid, by the time I got out of the waste-of-time that is #americant suburban-hell highschool, I was reading like a mad man. Verne and Orwell were, to me, similar writers–even though they wrote completely different stuff. Both men were writing about worlds that didn’t actually exist but unlike other forms of fiction that I consumed, their worlds were at least based on something that felt as though it could be real. And so. When I started traveling with jet airplanes, Verne’s world came true. When I started getting my ass kicked by corporatists, aka fascists, Orwell’s world came true.

    Hop skip and jump to the now.

    As far as I’m concerned there hasn’t been much future-telling from generations after Orwell and Verne. Why is that? My worst-guess is, the future that was told and we’re now living in is also an end-game. What Orwell and Verne didn’t or couldn’t know is that when their worlds came true, there was then nothing left after that. Or was/is there? Enter the magic world of virtual game play. Have a playstation, xbox, gamer-PC? How ’bout a nintendo or a sega? Heck, break out that old iphone or even your old zune. Computerised gaming is here, baby. And it’s doing more than competing with movies, turntables, radio-hour and a good fcuking book. In fact, my guess is, computerised gaming is better than reading. How do I worst-guess that? Easy. Where are the kids–like when I was young–who know-it-all?

    And no. Millennials don’t know it all. (If they did then books would be more popular than all their krappy pop music!)

    Would you believe dear worst-reader that gaming has finally come full circle? I mean, it’s come full-circle like Verne (with his then sci-fi predictions) and Orwell (with his prediction of stupid people voting and faux newz taking over the airwaves) have come full circle. Although their predictions are a bit early for my taste, what the fcuk do I care? I live for convenience–and my highschool wish of being financially independent came true before my mid-40s. And so. At my age I can gladly lean back on my wooden la-z-boy and laugh my ass off as the morons that play the game, suck up to the game, get fcuked by the game. Why? It’s as though we’ve reached a point where reality has been tuned and manipulated by great literature and by those who never read it. On top of that, it’s also been tuned and manipulated by fcuking cartoons. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha…

    Now get this.

    The newest addtion to the Far Cry computer game franchise takes place in my beloved #americant. And not just any place in #americant. As though it was a premonition, the recent WWE asskicking of a reporter by a nutjob republican bully running for Congress…. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha… Far Cry, the computer game, is set in the same place, with the same local mentality, with the same, the same, the same… #americant. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. I mean, it’s perfect. Ha. Ha. Ha. Where Orwell’s world could work in Bangkok as well as Moscow, Far Cry’s newest story line can ONLY work in Montana. For that we can thank all those techi a$$holes in the only industry doing anything at any price. Ha. Ha. Ha. Gulp. Sip. Burp.

    Short pause.

    Not only are we living better through chemicals but consuming to survive seems to be working out pretty well, too. Good luck with your future. And don’t forget, find a way to continue voting conservatives into office because for the last 50 yrs they’ve given you what you’ve got. And now you can even play them in a computer game… Ha. Ha. Ha… It’s certainly better than reading about what predicts your future… Ha. Ha. Ha.

    Burp.

    Rant on.

    -T

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  • Her “Deplorables” Are Alive And Well Or You’re A Fascist And Don’t Know It Yet

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    Just a GIF I found on the interwebnets. Pretty much covers the fascist issue. Or?

    Update: Always remember, dear worst-reader, when all else fails in your quest to fail-upwards, violence always wins. And so. Let’s give those deplorables a hand. They win. Again. Again. Again. (Thank you Bill & Hillary Clinton!)

    Hi-Larry-Us, dear worst-reader. The first thought that came into my worst-mind upon hearing the news that another batsh*t republican utilised his/the meathead as part of communicating idears–or in this case his will upon others–was whether or not Hillary was there to witness it. I mean, this is literally what she meant when she called all those republican nutbags (including coward libertarians) “deplorables”. Or was she talking about those republicans that can’t formulate a sentence, drag their knuckles or listen/believe too much faux newz?

    At this point, I suppose, the question of formulating a sentence or physically forcing your political will on someone else is mute. But do we (liberals) feel bad for the Guardian reporter that got WWE slammed last night in Montana? I mean, think about that. A reporter that works for a thoughtful news organisation gets his ass handed to him because he doesn’t realise he’s facing the living manifestation of…

    My way or the highway!

    Btw. Where were all these gutsy reporters when the ghost of Margaret Thatcher and Ronald Reagan irked their way into the tip of Trump’s penis giving him the itch Melania can’t scratch? That’s right, dear worst-reader. There is no telling where this level of fascist behaviour is gonna go or where it can hide before being revealed–en masse. The only thing that matters is it’s here and you’re part of it.

    Good luck suckers.

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    Rant on.

    -t