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

https://youtu.be/k6XQOD-7VhA 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 … Continue reading Rare Moment Where Line Of Right And Left Cross In Unceremonious Ceremony Of Misconstrued Cluster Fcuk →

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 →

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

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? … Continue reading War On Terror. War On Drugs. War On Boobs. Amerika Fcuk Yea! →

Random Moments Of Consumption Galore Or How To Get Your Kicks While On Route To 666

Moments I recall that are all--must be?--part of today's #americant opioid problem galore (see links below). The funny thing about this little list of recollections is that all the parties involved had something to do with Vegas. ...I think. Moment #1 While drinking a beer and waiting for an international flight at PHL a few … Continue reading Random Moments Of Consumption Galore Or How To Get Your Kicks While On Route To 666 →

It’s A Good Thing I’m Not Draining The Swamp Because I’d Start With Those T-Shirts that Say: FBI – Female Body Investigator

No. Seriously. I bet if you did some kind of whacked-out empirical study--you know the stuff college grads can't do anymore--because if they could they wouldn't have gotten the world into the neo-liberal krapp-shoot it's become--then you would know for sure what purpose a government organisation like the FBI really serves. It's funny too how … Continue reading It’s A Good Thing I’m Not Draining The Swamp Because I’d Start With Those T-Shirts that Say: FBI – Female Body Investigator →

Hit By A Van Almost Down By The River And It Was Obviously My Fault. #Hooray!

What an exciting afternoon in good ole Germania. Have I volunteered, dear worst-reader, what I actually think about my expat host country? Well, there's no time like the present to NOT volunteer such things. With that in mind, I was hit by a van today while riding my new über e-bike through the city. As … Continue reading Hit By A Van Almost Down By The River And It Was Obviously My Fault. #Hooray! →

Pseudo Review #2: 1000KM On The Charger GX Touring Or How To Spend Stupid Money Smartly (I Hope)

Part 1 of this pseudo-review is here. Part three is here. Update: day after worst-writing this I was on my über e-bike and got hit by a van. But it was my fault, I guess. Summary: Heavy bike that feels light due to motor and balance. Although GX tires are loud on the road, they are … Continue reading Pseudo Review #2: 1000KM On The Charger GX Touring Or How To Spend Stupid Money Smartly (I Hope) →

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

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

Angry Men + Cheating Wives = Sloppy Tree Choppers

I take this snapshot while walking in the park and then ask my better-half why someone would cut down a fledgling tree--where w/out special government permission it's illegal to cut down trees--and then spray-paint "Hurensohn" (son-of-a-whore) on it. She turned to me as she often does with half a cynical wink in her left eye. It's … Continue reading Angry Men + Cheating Wives = Sloppy Tree Choppers →

Exercise In Translation: Is #Germany Bad Or Evil And What To Do If Someone Wants Both?

https://youtu.be/sKByqtthACo Go 'head, dear worst-reader. Ask me. Ask me if I care how many German cars are sold in my grand and beloved united mistakes. Indeed. I don't care. All I know is this: I've been driving Audis (in Germany, on German Autobahns) for most of the time I've been an expat. FYI, I've also been … Continue reading Exercise In Translation: Is #Germany Bad Or Evil And What To Do If Someone Wants Both? →

Never Unknow: There’s Always Someone Watching When You Pee Or Fighting The Collective You Didn’t Know You Joined

Update: holly-krapp-olly! I've since been informed that I seriously broke the law pissing on/near a German water plant the other day. If I would have been caught by a German policeman (instead of one of the policeman-in-a-policeman-in-a-policeman that make up Das Volk) I would be facing a heavy fine and possible jail time. Which means, I guess, … Continue reading Never Unknow: There’s Always Someone Watching When You Pee Or Fighting The Collective You Didn’t Know You Joined →

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

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 … Continue reading Her “Deplorables” Are Alive And Well Or You’re A Fascist And Don’t Know It Yet →

Eternal Errors Of Greed Mongers Galore And The Price That Will Be Paid

Actually thought about reading the linked article twice but ended up only reading it in part the first time. That is, I started reading it and then realised--and this coming from worstwriter--that the author was practicing his/her typing more than actually writing something. Or maybe not. What a crock of poo-poo the recent ransomware scandals … Continue reading Eternal Errors Of Greed Mongers Galore And The Price That Will Be Paid →

A Sign For The Now, The Future And, Of Course, Profitable Ice Cream

Since I'm on a roll with translating today, here's one more. Saw this truck this morning while walking Beckett, the Killer Pug, and couldn't help but think of reality. So I snapped this pic. Indeed. Berufswunsch: Eiswagenfahrer. Translation: globalisation means that kids don't need school but instead a driver's license and maybe a few phonebooks … Continue reading A Sign For The Now, The Future And, Of Course, Profitable Ice Cream →

The First Casualty Of The War Of The Lie Of Your Mind On Steroids Times 65 Gazillion But Don’t Worry Your House Of Cards Is Still Standing

What is the first casualty of war, dear worst-reader? That's right. The truth. Ever wonder how all those bankers, especially the pions that do all the work for banks and Wall Street, how they think about the lies they are telling? Obviously they justify what they do with the knowledge that they are, indeed, at war. Ever see … Continue reading The First Casualty Of The War Of The Lie Of Your Mind On Steroids Times 65 Gazillion But Don’t Worry Your House Of Cards Is Still Standing →

Excercise(s) In Translation: A Schlampe Is Not A Bitch. Or Is She?

There are moments, dear worst-reader, where I love the German language. There are also moments when I don't love it. But that's not what this worst-post is about. Even though I've given up studying the language--because I reached a point many years ago where I not only would dream in it but I achieved such advanced forsight … Continue reading Excercise(s) In Translation: A Schlampe Is Not A Bitch. Or Is She? →