The image today is of an unlimited number of children playing in an unlimited sandbox. It used to be called a sandpit but that name had to be changed because of the minds that prefer mysticism over science, the irrational over reality, propaganda over fact. For you see, the word 'pit' is to reminiscent of the pits of … Continue reading Children Of The Sandbox
Tag: Fail
Like Not Like
So. Like. I'm sitting on a bus last summer. I'm traveling from Salisbury, MD, to Wilmington, DE. In Wilmington a train takes me to NYC where I enjoy an afternoon and an overnight in one of my favourite places on the planet. To worst-writer there is nothing more tranquil than walking around NYC until I feel like … Continue reading Like Not Like
Just Living The Dream, Dude
Seriously. Don't know what everyone is so giddy about. But then again I reckon waking up is hard to do when you live both in the intoxication and the hangover. Indeed. Such is life. And so. Whether one is facing the demise of her/his dreams or the reality of seeds (obviously everyone has) sown, what … Continue reading Just Living The Dream, Dude
Side Of The Trade
Curiosity has hit this Ausländer a wee bit more than usual since Jan 1. The beginning of 2015 has offered up a lot to consider. First, the Swiss unpegged their precious Franc from the Euro. Second, East Germans, most of which were educated under the auspices of Margot Honecker, presented their intellect in the form of … Continue reading Side Of The Trade
Protesting My Delusions
The mist of violence has cleared and I'm still pretty angry about thugs and guns and the vulnerability of artists. I'm ashamed to admit it but for the first time since the deadly farce of the western world's war-on-terror, I actually felt a jitter of pro-violence-lust running through my veins as I watched the Charlie Hebdo tragedy … Continue reading Protesting My Delusions
The Aggrandisement of Nothingness
Note: unfinished post. Still waiting, dear worst-reader. Still waiting for the moment of zen. Or am I waiting for an awakening? Nomatter. The deluge of arm-chair spying lead by some whipper snapper from god's country, better known as herenorthere, who now lives in god's former country, has no end. It's as though the floodgates of … Continue reading The Aggrandisement of Nothingness
The Other Half
What really got me worst-thinking about feminism, that is, how to define it, dear worst-reader, was the 2008 election. I was watching a news podcast or some youtube video where women were being interviewed at the beach about the upcoming election. Indeed, dear worst-reader, asking bikini ladies about Hillary Clinton while soaking up the sun is a wondrous venue … Continue reading The Other Half
Miswant
What about those moments where it's no longer a matter of being confused about crying or laughing? I worst-mean, on the one hand this was bound to happen: a lesbian couple fulfilling a dream but only to wake up to that dream's reality. On the other, I'm laughing my ass off at a society/world where … Continue reading Miswant
The Art of Getting It Wrong
Nice try sassy-brit-boy. I mean. Seriously. When are people gonna wake up to all these British accents on American't TV? Are they cute accents? Does the way this guy talk sound more convincing somehow? Nomatter. The thing to worst-remember about the vid-link below is how sassy-brit-boy gets only part of it right. For example. It's not an … Continue reading The Art of Getting It Wrong
Is You Stupid
Security, security, security, privacy. Security, security, security, privacy. Selfies! And don't forget the pictures your loving boyfriend took of you while you were preparing for a modeling gig or a movie and you just happened to be in the buff at that moment and not that sexy underwear from the company that should be paying you … Continue reading Is You Stupid
Moral Self License
There you have it, dear worst-reader. Moral Self Licensing. When vocabulary finally catches up to the antics then you know all is well. Until then, there has to be an explanation for how so many can just follow the herd without any self intellectual recourse. Or is that recourse waiting in the wings to show its true face? … Continue reading Moral Self License
Fly Change Not
At last count I've been flying across the Atlantic at least once a year, mostly between FRA and the mid-Atlantic coast USA, for the better part of twenty-five years. If I worst-say that's a quarter century, does that make it sound more significant? But these trips go even further back to when I was a … Continue reading Fly Change Not
Power Humor
"The people who must never have power are the humorless." -Christopher Hitchens, Arguably
Ice Wankers
Note: unfinished post. You know what it's like when you can't find that famous quote? The quote that fits exactly what you're trying to convey? You can't find it because it's been misplaced, lost, dissolved to where only its burnt shadow still exists. But you're sure that both the quote existed and it came from … Continue reading Ice Wankers
Politics For Stupid
Where the lost go? The road to nowhere. The small (minded) animal running in his run-wheel. And. Worst-writer is never surprised when he comes across yet another article that misses everything it should or could be about. But don't get me wrong. I'm not an opinion killer--like I was way back when I worked for … Continue reading Politics For Stupid
Strange Fruit
As American't finds no shame in its behavior, there is only the slight hope that remorse will join the ride of history to tell this story. Ferguson is yet another example of the true face of who and what we are. Fiddle with your ideas of militarized police or dabble in explanation of government behavior. There are … Continue reading Strange Fruit
If I Were A Rich Man
Normally I praise the place I live because it is a pretty good example of a country governed by law & order. For the most part that holds true because Germans are still rather obsessed with Ordnung, although this is waning. More importantly, Germans are obsessed with maintaining the machine that provides them so much sustenance: the German nation-state-corporation … Continue reading If I Were A Rich Man
Scavenger Econ
Oh, dear worst-reader, we are living in scavenger times. These are times where all that is left are scraps. You know, the scraps left over by the other half. You know, the haves and the have-mores. Oh, how they laugh and giggle as we jostle around, tinker to nowhere, continue on our beloved pathway of … Continue reading Scavenger Econ
When There's Nothing To Fall Back On
Why is it worst-writer loves reading about demise? Being worst doesn't necessarily mean I'm one of them negative types. Or does it have anything to do with the fact that I was an Aussteiger* before it was fashionable? Now that I see all this demise taking place in real-time, I get a kind of a … Continue reading When There's Nothing To Fall Back On
Last Day Till When
Day before embarkation. Or is it disembarkation? Why do I always get those two screwed up? Oh well. Leaving home tomorrow morn. It's time to go back to my other home, the expat home, reality. I guess. I'm a man of homes. And. At least I don't shed tears about it (anymore). That's the great … Continue reading Last Day Till When
Girl Gurl Haters
Boy do they get this wrong. What's especially wrong is utilizing a picture of the communist best gurl-friend turned capitalist-lover as an example of Eurowasteland equality. Germania is a patriarch society. Period. It is a boy-club and it means nothing that its political polit-büro leader is female. Having lived in anti-feminine Germania for the better … Continue reading Girl Gurl Haters
When Blumen Weep
Seriously. Hate to be a World Cup downer here. But I am worst-writer and not happy-writer. The article linked below starts with a reference (or is it a subtitle?) to 'the bearable lightness of being'. I will worst-assume that the authors of the article for Spiegel International are playing around with the tried and true … Continue reading When Blumen Weep
Transform This!
Meanwhile, farther up the literacy scale, many thousands of would-be writers display their tragically unrecognized wit and insight as movie critics, using mass distributed blogging software and mass produced computer hardware to illuminate mass distributed films (the prevailing assumption being that an audience, however small, is proof enough of authenticity and individuality.) -Deer Hunting For … Continue reading Transform This!
Happy Failure
Schadenfreude? Maybe. Read link to article below and the links it links to. I know that wishing ills to others has its payback. But I guess I'm willing to accept that consequence. At least in this case. What better example is there of the greater-than-though meritless workforce of my grand united mistakes than those who … Continue reading Happy Failure
Highest Hoard
Comparisons. Compare on a daily basis living between countries. What a bore. What a drag. But sometimes a comparison or three is worth it. Especially when I'm visiting "home". Like. Reading the articles below, for example. Couldn't help but think about all the times I've walked around Germaninland in the middle of night only to … Continue reading Highest Hoard
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