WURSTWRITER

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Tag: Infantilism

  • How To Bring Silence And Greetings From President Stupid

    Yeah, it’s getting hard, dear worst-reader. This expat thing I’m living is indeed a struggle. I mean, it’s bad enough when I travel from #Eurowasteland to remote vacation destinations–you know, for scuba, for sailing lessons, for even more lazy days on a beach with too much sand and those silly little crabs that crawl all over the place, etc.–and I am consistently greeted by Egyptian or Moroccan or Thai airport authorities with smirking questions about why my beloved & missed United Mistakes #Americant, as a tried and untrue passport holder, is travelling on a German airline to…. Yeah, it’s getting tough. Then again, there are moments where I feel somewhat rectified in my life choices of having dumped the burden of living in the LAND OF FREE TO BE STUPID. You know, the choices that lead to willingly, wantonly, needly, becoming an expat. Perhaps the days are coming, though, where I don’t have to cringe anymore as my German wife goes through rational passport lines and I’m relegated to the passport lines where they let in… the stupid people. But all is for naught, dear worst-reader. If only I could have attended the recent conference about world safety in Munich. The moment where Vice President Stupid sends greetings from President Stupid is a moment to cherish. In the video you can almost feel the awkwardness in the room. Most certainly Vice President Stupid felt that awkwardness. I mean, I will give the man a bit of credit here–even though I find him just as repulsive as his dear-leader. For you see, dear worst-reader, Mike Pence is just another shitbag, religious nutcase, most surely unable to know/feel the awkwardness of THIS moment. Or? Indeed. For awkwardness among the religious shitbags is probably why they’re religious nutcases in the first place. Remember that this is a man that publicly claimed, because of his belief-system, that he would NEVER dine with a woman unless his wife was with him or there was a chaperon. And so. As we laugh and giggle at the smart people in the room that can see through the mis-politics of #Americant and thereby don’t applaud, let us also recognise that a once great experimental nation-state has regressed back to the middle-ages and is now: LAND OF FREE TO BE STUPID. And the rational world is not amused.

    Rant on.

    -T

    via PAINFUL: Pence Mentioned Greetings From Trump At A Speech In Munich And Got ZERO Applause | Crooks and Liars

  • Generation Zero At The Helm Of #Americant

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    Governor of VA looking around for a place to dance??? Whaaaaa?

    Don’t quite know where to turn, dear worst-reader? Well, get a load of this. What’s becoming clearer and clearer to worst-moi is how the so-called baby-boomer generation is starting to show its true face. You know, that face of Stupid-Galore. Seriously. For most of my useless-eater adult life, I’ve always blamed conservatives and, of course republicans and the approximately thirty to fifty million base of what’s left of the middle class for the ills of my beloved & missed #Americant. That group is the true greed-monger-monster, don’t you know. Yet, if President Stupid’s electoral college election means anything, it’s this: as the other side should rise-up to the occasion, separating itself from the ills and miss-wills of political conservatism, it hasn’t been delivering. Don’t get me wrong, though, dear worst-reader. I’m not a both-sider-ist. The democrats aren’t or the Democrat party ain’t the problem. If/when I vote, though, I never vote republican or third-party. Reason? Unlike many of the so-called progressives, I don’t believe that change (to the system) can come from with-out. In other worst-words, the change that’s needed has to come from with-in. In fact, all that need be done, even if the process is as slow as the Republicans have done it with their right-wing bat$hittery for the past thirty to forty years (more?), the same has to happen to Democrats. With that in mind, post President Stupid’s electoral college election hasn’t brought out the best or the brightest. Then again, maybe the reason there’s no best or brightest is on account they’re all just f’n stupid. Case in point: did you get a view of how the governor of VA handled himself recently for wearing blackface in the 1980s? I’m don’t mean how he handled himself because of his inherent racism. I mean, hell, he’s from VA! I loved in that f’n state for a few years. It’s full of so much stupid that…. Wait. I’m off subject. What I’m trying to get at here is that moment during a press conference where this idiot, this man-child of the mind, this person that is obviously incapable of ration thought, actually considered–heck, he even looked around for a spot to do it–demonstrating that it’s ok to wear blackface, dress-up like Michael Jackson, and then dance the f’n moonwalk.

    Search: “northam press moonwalk” if you want to see it. Pic above is screenshot from the moment.

    You know, dear worst-reader, I started to actually question the validity of an entire generation when this guy looked around for a place to dance. Yeah. Sure. That’s right, baby. Could it be that the entire baby-boomer generation, nomatter the political affiliation, is actually made up of a bunch of f’n morons? I mean, a democratic governor of a pretty important united-mistakes-state, actually considered proving to a reporter that he can… moonwalk. Luckily his wife knew how stupid her husband is and she stopped him. But the damage is done, eh. At least it’s done for worst-moi. Indeed. The entire baby-boomer generation (of which I’m on the tale-end, i.e. born 1963) is a generation of stupider than all stupid.

    Wow. Go figure.

    Rant on.

    -T

  • In Search Of The Origin Of Privilege

    trump asshole galore

    Update 2: I’ve complained about this guy before. But it’s hard, don’t you know, dear worst-reader. It’s hard complaining too much–or even too little. Of course, this guy takes the cake when it comes to complaining. I think. O maybe not. Nomatter. In the confusion of trying to understand what makes this $hit world go’round, it’s easy to get lost between the asses and the smart-asses–you know those who run the show and those who make the show happen. So leave it up to the smart-asses (Jimmy Dore & Co.) to pull another form of wool over your eyes–making the $hitshow happen. If you search for this title on that online, brain-dead video site you can see what I’m referring to:

    Search: maga vs. native americans confrontation: what really happened – Jan 21, 2019

    …You’ll get yet another video of smart-assery run-amok. What Dore is doing is no different than trying to sell sympathy for the likes of Mark Furhman because, well, someone caught Furhman helping an old lady across the street. For you see, dear worst-reader, by steering the focus away from the fact that Furhman is a nice man to old ladies crossing the street, it becomes easy to forget–or never even learn–that the man is a racist pig. In other worst-words, it doesn’t matter that a native American was putting himself between two sets of idiots. What matters is the teenager’s face, his disposition, his #MAGA hat and the hats of his posse, and… why the fcuk he was in DC in the first place.

    Update 1: I was wondering when this would happen. Luckily it’s happened as predictably as it can. Just as Brett Kavanaugh invoked his ill-belief in God, you know, the sanctimonious benevolence that is supposed to immediately call up empathy for those unable to know the difference between morality and amorality, where he claimed to have prayed with his young daughter for the soul of his accusers(s), the little privileged $hitbag with his Land Of Free To Be Stupid hat, is doing the same. His defence for atypical white-privilege behaviour well-learned and well taught by his parents and school is that he was simply caught up in the middle of tensions that he was then trying to defuse. Oh really.

    My first thought upon reading about this–yet another example of #Americant run amok–was Brett Kavanaugh. What better example is there of the offspring of the privileged neo-feudal classes breeding in the suburban hells of Land of Free To Be Stupid? The boys that are harassing an American hero–if there ever was one… are oblivious to what they are doing and what they represent, #MAGA. How is such a thing taught/learned? It’s as though bigotry and hate are part of them just as any limb, orifice or follicle is part of them. And so once again, I must witness a real American crying over how the youth of the occupiers perpetuate infantilism galore.

    Rant on.

    -T

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  • Ah, The Days Of Padding…

    Yeah, I padded a resume once (or thrice). Who didn’t back in the day when the West was still ramping up its globalisation guns and aiming them at the working-stiffs still sucker enough to think the 1990s DotCom boom was gonna bring anything more than a cocktail as departure from (life and) work(force). Hence I’ve been in early, forced retirement since my mid-40s–mostly on account I couldn’t deal with the bull$hit of padders galore. But enough about worst-moi. And get this: The first time I padded a resume it was at the behest of a manger (or vice president-type) I was working for. Go figure.

    “Just butter it up,” she said.

    So I did. I think I padded something in my academic history about having almost gotten a PHD. No. Wait. It was my work history where I admitted to failing (but learning) about how to serve Kings & Queens as long as they don’t ask me to kneel. Or maybe not. Yeah. I knelt a bit too much back in the day. Glad that’s all behind worst-moi, eh.

    Padding, lying and jimmying is not just an #Americant #Trump phenomenon, dear worst-reader. No. #Eurowastelanders are great at it, too. And so. It’s so fitting that yet another useless-eating college grad wannabe incapable of original thought or gesture, must go the way of the norm.

    Btw, at least I learned from my padding history that there is a time when the lying just doesn’t cut it anymore. And now that people like the one mentioned in the linked article (below) are showing their true, useless face(s), I’m sitting here on my a$$ in early and über-comfortable retirement… laughing all the way to the couch-bank.

    Rant on.

    -T

    This comment motivated by/via Shocker: Acting AG Whitaker Seems To Have Padded His Resumé | Crooks and Liars

  • How Do The Oh So Very Few Convince The Many?

    There you are, dear worst-reader. You’re right in the middle of a mob. Pitch forks, shovels, maybe a few axes here and there, and let’s not forget the tiki-torches. They’re all waving around your head as you try to speak some sense into the crowd. Does it work? Of course not. This is #Americant! Fcuk Yeah! So your head is cut-off and your body is quartered by tying it to monster trucks at a Mississippi mud rally. Out of pure spite your head is placed on a stick and the grand children Republican Senators and a few from the mob are all given rusty darts to throw at it. For those kids who actually hit the head and the dart sticks, they get a greed t-shirt and greed hat that reads, that’s right, you guessed it, #MAGA.

    With the above in mind, how the heck can anyone take this NYT brilliant tech-savvy online article seriously? I mean, come on. I’m mid-fifties and I grew up in and around the Washington DC area–albeit the lower middle class area. #Trump has been around in my life since I can remember. In fact, weren’t there at least two other times in the 80s and 90s–before one could google it?–when the issues addressed in the brilliant online article linked to below (yeah, the tech behind its multimedia presentation is gaga-cool!) show #Trump–now President Stupid–as a swindling con-man? And that’s not even the reason no one should take this article seriously. Indeed. President Stupid should not be taken seriously is the real deal. And not just because of his dubious family connections to sub-par NYC wealth. What need be taken serious is the reality that #Trump represents exactly what most #Americants are and how they’ve lived their do-nothing lives post WW2–the whole historic deal culminating in yet another anti-democratic election. And let’s not forget how my grand, beloved and missed united mistakes of #Americant squandered what should have been the benefit of having won a/the ridiculous Cold War. Generational greed-mongers riding the laurels of others. Time to learn it. And now school is in session, biatches.

    Trump is all-truth in #Americant today. The NYT article (below) really shoots the $hit about not just #Trump but what every American (except worst-moi, of course) would do in a heart beat, if given the chance–to make a friggin buck. Perhaps that’s his only genius. Doing the best he could with the chances bequeathed him? That he was unable to make something worthwhile with his cheating, con-man, grifter wealth is nothing but a sad, sordid story. And now you’ve made him President (albeit Stupid). But that’s going too deep, eh? And so. This is what happens when you take advantage of so much stupid and then realise you’ll never run out of stupid–unlike oil, living-standards, nature, human rights, etc. Way to go conservatives, GOP, neo-liberals (corporate Dems) and all those voters who don’t mind grabbing everything by the pu$$y because, well, most a$$hole middle-classers can. Right #SCOTUS suckers?

    But I digress.

    Good luck, suckers.

    Rant on.

    T

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  • The Legitimatisation Of Bad Behaviour Per President Grab Them By The…

    The saying “you can’t write this stuff” doesn’t apply anymore. Reason? Someone has written this krapp down. My only regret is that I ain’t that someone. For it is indeed a script for the history books, don’t you know.

    Welcome to the #Americant b-movie or hyper soap-opera that is the beginning of the 21st century. And what a better way to bring it on than to appoint yet another sexually repressed $hitbag to #SCOTUS. But I’ve already kinda ranted about that here. Indeed. So what I really want to rant about in this worst-post is the reason, dear worst-reader–according to worstwriter–why President Stupid actually picked this guy.

    Is there a better way to legitimise bad male behaviour than to pick a $hitbag just like you as though normal is only normal as long as normal comes from me (#Trump)? Not only that, as with most other stuff coming out of the White House, this is a great smoke-screen. But I don’t want to get into President Stupid being on the verge of firing the guy that is in charge of overseeing DOJ money being spent on that BS that is Russian election interference. No. Let’s stay on topic, eh.

    President Stupid has picked this upper middle class, über-privileged white guy–that hides behind #Americant Christian $hitbaggery–because it’s time for Das Volk (deplorables?) to learn that everything, no matter what it is, especially when it comes to all-things submissive and sadistic (sex), is ok as long as privileged ones do it. You know, if you’re a star–or a republican judge–you can grab women by the pu$$y or cover their mouths at seventeen (to stop her from screaming) anytime, anywhere, anywho. Of course, the worst part about it all is that most #Americant women don’t mind this behaviour. How else could so many of them have voted for #Trump? As long as the behaviour lands a woman the legitimacy and financials of marriage, they’re up for it. The problems arise, though, when enough gets to be enough for all the women-folk that weren’t so lucky in their quest to land those financials–or become Mrs. #SCOTUS. Talk about $hit outta luck, eh.

    My worst-point is this: you gotta hand it to President Stupid. His ability to take stupid to the next level seems to have no end. Fill the world of (judicial) power with those who think/act like you or, at the least, legalise and protect reverse Robin Hood tax breaks, protect you (President Stupid) from money laundering and election fraud and, let’s not forget, over-turn a woman’s right to chose what to do with whatever it is a $hitbag puts in her body–forevermore.

    Where will all this lead–in a country run by so much greed-mongering stupidity?

    Rant on, suckers.

    T

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  • Careerists In Sports And How Well Does The Ball Roll Over US?

    For-thought: The Ruled

    It’s not so much about the rulers anymore, dear worst-reader. You know, the kings and queens, the tsars, the CEOs, the patriarchal, the parents… tennis umpires–and how they rule over you/us. No. It is instead about those so willing to be ruled. As though adhering to your place in life, as well as on the court, was never an issue. Considering the state of things–politically, anabolically and child-rearingly–it is a wonder that anything happens without an umpire sitting atop (us). Or? For they/we are, indeed, lusting to be ruled. Am I wrong? Just look at any #Trump rally. Or even watch a tennis grand slam. Those #MAGA (again again again) hats, those t-shirts, the redneck puss dripping from the dead souls wanton of willful ignorance–is this not a horde of useless eaters yearning to be ruled yet playing “professional” tennis as though it weren’t a game? Serena Williams is also ruled, don’t you know. She’s ruled by ignorance (and not at all hysteria). Yes, be ruled. And when you don’t like it blame the ruler (umpire) and throw in some sexism because you can or because your steroids have worn off.

    Moving on.

    Serena Williams’ mistake in the debacle that hopefully will be known as the grand slam that finally got her off the court can be worst-summarised thus: she not only made it personal with her umpire attack but she also–like the child-mind she obviously is–convoluted the mess (of her making) by bringing up women’s rights–and let’s not forget human procreation. Such a thing can only come from a rich, spoiled, dead-soul American mind–not unlike that which has given the beginning of this century #Americant. Ironically, Serena’s behaviour is the same behaviour that can only culminate in Trump-land. It’s also the same with most reality TV, WWE, and, of course, greed mongering republicans, Neo-liberals, etc., and those who simply can’t face the reality (which is the reason for so much conspiracy-theory ranting and raving of last twenty years or so) of what they’ve allowed their country to become. Or is this just an issue of race, gender, baby-making and bad umpiring? Yes/no? The problem is with the near-future dystopia we’re all suffering in right now, there is a whole group of really, really influential rich but also really stupid people that have somehow, through some illbegotten means, never graduated–mentally!–beyond grade-school. Could this be the never-grow-up syndrome of #Americant spoiled-rotten-ism manifest in the demise of the presidency, material über-wealth and where the likes of pu$$y grabbing galore means there is no seeing through to… truth, justice and the land of free to be stupid?

    The sad part is, I started to lose interest in Tennis–especially women’s tennis–when the Williams sisters got their grove on. How long has Serena dominated now? Twenty years? Nomatter. Obviously Serena and her sister are tremendous athletes and their skills on the court well-learned. But whenever Serena’s personality seeped into the limelight above and beyond the court, I couldn’t help but cringe. Oh lord, I thought. Here we go again. Yet another child-brain in the body of an adult that can hit the ball really hard and fast and precise. And it speaks, don’t you know. It speaks and grunts (on the court) loudly. But the things she says, the things that come out of her child-brain! They’re bad for the sport, I thought. Serena’s bickering on the court was always about Serena–not the game. Her history of sore losing is obvious, best exemplified in her most recent loss. But wait! Stop the presses. How’s this for a worst-thought that may or may not explain her stupidness? While breastfeeding she probably can’t fill up on all those chemical enhancers that may or may not have partaken in her having such a rough first child birth–at thirty-seven. Yeah, going cold-turkey can cause you to lose a game against an opponent almost twenty years your junior.

    In the 2018 Women’s US Open final Serena was so outclassed by Osaka that a tantrum is all that remains. Compared to the antics and hilarity of John McEnroe (my all-time fav tennis player, btw), Serena Williams’ recent uproar turned my stomach. Her subsequent post-game press conference made things even worse. She oozes a form of arrogance and disingenuousness that is appalling, if not downright cringe-worthy. That she mixed her tantrum with the issue of women’s rights and claiming that she doesn’t need to cheat because of her daughter… Whaaaaaa the fcuk are you talking about über-athlete bimbo? Shut the fcuk up and play with your racket and ball–even if you’re gonna lose. Either that or, hey, third-grade-mind tennis professional, read a fcuking book, why don’t you. Her attack on the umpire where she called him a liar and a thief and then demanded an apology was preposterous but fitting of a recessed, regressive child-mind. Approaching the end of her career, after all these years, you’d think she’d learned the slightest amount of decorum with which to exit the game. But no. Not this level of #Americant money making. Instead, Serena doubled down and gave the world her “fake”, made-up claims, not unlike President Stupid who paved the way for what should be mindful attacks on real sexism.

    Go away krappy careerist, monotone athletes. You’ve never inspired through your abilities but instead ONLY through admiration for your bank accounts.

    Rant on.

    T

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  • Worst-Writer Clairvoyance Or Conspiracy Cupcake Premonition

    Disclaimer 1: I started this worst-post with something in mind and didn’t quite get to where I wanted or hoped to go. Posting it anyway because, well, worst-writer can. Good luck.

    Disclaimer 2: If you want to get to the nitty-gritty about why the above pics are here, move down to Moving On.

    Disclaimer 3: there is some NSFW language in this worst-post.

    I was probably twenty or so years old. I was ticketed three times on the same highway at approximately the same vicinity and all within six months–for speeding. I can’t remember how fast I was going but it was probably between seventy or seventy-five mph in a fifty-five zone. Of course, I paid the fines and took the points on my license and even dealt with the increase in my car insurance premium. It’s what we sheople must do, eh. But then I got a letter in the mail that I was to appear before a sheriff regarding my transgressions. It was an official summons and if I didn’t show up my driver’s license would be revoked immediately. I showed up for the appointment and sat before the Sheriff. While waiting for him to respond to me, I inquired about the necessity of such a summons. He began to scold me. He told me that I was only to speak when spoken to and that I should immediately turn over my driver’s license to him. When I asked why he wanted my license he said that it was being revoked for six weeks because of my transgressions. “But I paid my fines,” I said. He was silent filling out some form on a mechanical typewriter. When I told him that I would be out of work on account I couldn’t get to work without the ability to drive, he said that I should have thought about that after the first speeding ticket. Then he proceeded to lecture me on the fact that in the state of Maryland I need to show more respect for the privilege of being allowed to drive. When I questioned the validity of privilege juxtaposed with need, he immediately upped the six weeks to three months and whispered “smart-asses don’t get far in life.” But then came the real question.

    “How do I get home from here if you take my license and my car is parked outside,” I asked.

    “You should have thought about that before you disrespected the privilege to drive in this State, you little shit,” was his response.

    I was, of course, in total shock. How can this be? What kind of “State” is this? And then I thought, perhaps even slightly whispered: Fcuk you, you piece of shit authoritarian nazi. Indeed. It was a very slight whisper. Anywho. Long story short: The Sheriff gave me a handwritten note that said he had my license and then told me to drive home with it (the note) and if I were stopped by a police officer to show it (the note) to the officer. He then added that I should wait for a letter in the mail from his office and that if in the meantime if I were caught driving, my license would be revoked for up to two years and I would be required to pay up to two thousand dollars in fines.

    “Do you understand? Answer with yes or no, (you little shit).” -The Sheriff (the parentheses mine)

    That happened, dear worst-reader, after paying ridiculous amounts of fines because I was driving on an empty highway and for a few seconds while descending a rather long hill I went from driving the speed limit to exceeding it (yes! three times) not to mention there was not one car in my lane or the opposing lane–no car even passed us (the police man and me on the side of the road; three times!)–and, other than one ticket two years before, I had a clean driving record. Yeah, that is how pseudo-authoritarianism mixed with power hungry small-town, small-minded bureaucrats and administrators wield power over the powerless. It is truly a ridiculous display of meddling in the lives of others via arbitrary state sanctioned mechanisms–that must somehow prove their value (to society?). I am from a place where people, especially the down-trodden, are literally nickeled & dimmed, picked at and prodded, insulted and teased, faced with inhuman tendencies and mind’s that have never surpassed the fifth fcuking grade. It’s really no wonder that so many #Americants are now blowing fuses and resorting to extremes to somehow fight back–or just consume-to-survive. It’s also reason as to how/why a un-man like #Trump can rise so high.

    Oh, my beloved & missed #Americant is and has always been one fcuked up $hitshow. I mean, don’t get me wrong. If you can afford not to get caught up in the triviality and superficiality of #Americant and its pettiness and thereby avoid local governance and its arbitrary administrativeness, it’s a fun place. Indeed. That’s what it’s all about. Fun and what you can afford. And so. Lost between the confines of authority and control, both dictated by wealth and position, bureaucracy and administration, #Americants must now wave and weave in a world of ignorance galore of its own making and all for the sake of submission to a remarkably dumbed-down system, i.e. $hitshow.

    Yet there are those who weave through this mess with ease, eh.

    Which brings me to the following question: How much nickel and dimming has the likes of President Stupid had to deal with in his un-life?

    Answer: President Stupid has been dealing with the #Americant $hitshow his whole life. He is both the sheriff and the highway transgressor. For some this is amusing. You know, the folk that voted for him. For others, he is an outcast. Indeed.  In his native NYC he is an object of ridicule by most rich assholes that are so much more capable than he is. In fact, my worst-guess is, he has spent his entire life trying to get some respect–and has failed miserably to do so. As the oldest ever inaugurated President, that won an election because of a Constitutional glitch (the electoral college) and not by being elected by the people, you’d think he would/could find some humility and at least realise that there’s still a chance to earn that respect that is otherwise a hole in the middle of his ugly, disgusting motherfcuking soul. Wishful thinking, eh. But don’t listen to worst-writer. Try this (on for size) from a former Republican, then a former Democrat and currently an Independent–but also a real billionaire, i.e. a rich NYC guy that earned his keep and really, really hates President Stupid:

    “Given my background, I’ve often encouraged business leaders to run for office because many of them share that same pragmatic approach to building consensus, but not all. Most of us who have created a business know that we’re only as good as the way our employees, clients, and partners view us. Most of us don’t pretend that we’re smart enough to make every big decision by ourselves. And most of us who have our names on the door know that we’re only as good as our word. But not Donald Trump. Throughout his career, Trump has left behind a well-documented record of bankruptcies, thousands of lawsuits, angry shareholders, and contractors who feel cheated, and disillusioned customers who feel ripped off. Trump says he wants to run the nation like he’s run his business. God help us.” -Michael Bloomberg 2016 DNC Convention speech saying he’d vote for #Hillary; link to full text of this speech below; underscore from me.

    Moving on.

    But what does any of this have to do with my driver’s license being revoked forty years ago? Well, forget about the driver’s license stuff. Or just remember that I kinda like typing a bit too much. Or keep this in mind: it’s the nickel & dimming, dear worst-reader. It’s the poking and prodding, the teasing and ridicule, the shame and the shameless. Donald Trump and my beloved & missed #Americant that gave us this man is all of this and more. And when I say more, I mean lots more. And so, get prepared worst-readers. Here’s what’s coming next.

    Look carefully at the pictures at the top of this post. What do you see? There is a beautiful, idyllic young woman in one pic. In the other is an ugly white-man. (Well, there’s three ugly white men but we’re focused on the man in the centre of the three). And then there’s the pic of President Stupid. According to the newz, the ugly white-man (centre, second pic) impregnated the idyllic beauty and when she aborted he paid for it. But does she really look like a girl (or even a gold digger) that would fcuk the likes of that ugly white-man? Does he even look like a man that can grab a woman by the pu$$y? Worst-moi think not. Which means, who is the cause and who is the source of the $1.6m paid to this woman for aborting her… idyllic? Here’s your worst-writer clairvoyance (premonition) for the coming months.

    Since we already know that President Stupid has a preference when it comes to how the pu$$y he grabs looks, i.e. like his daughter. It’s safe to assume that Elliot Broidy (the ugly white-man in the centre of the pic of three ugly white-men) is not the one who planted what would eventually be aborted in Shera Bechard (idyllic pic pure). Take a look at the pictures again. As unappealing as #Trump is (third pic bottom), I’ll admit there is something alluring about his ugliness. This Broidy guy, though, what does he have to offer–or am I missing his grand allure because I’m too far distorted from gold digging diggers galore? Ok. Can gold-diggers be choosey? Come on, let’s not split hairs here–am I wrong?

    If the November 2018 mid-term elections don’t favour getting not only republicans under control but President Stupid, too, it will be revealed that the bimbo pictured above got a krapp load of money to abort Trump’s baby. Which brings me to my final worst-question:

    How much more of this disgust do rational minds have to put up with?

    Good luck suckers.

    -Rant on

    T

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  • The Glory Hole Of Rubbernecking And The Only Voice Spoken For You

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    Screenshot from the #interwebnets

    Loved it when Robert De Niro took a moment at this year’s Tony Awards and said what need be said. I’m worst-writing, of course, about his vivid criticism and ornery dismay of a world where Donald J. Trump, aka President Stupid, is for real. But then again where could the GOP, republicans, conservatives and their old-money go after…

    1. first black president and
    2. bigoted misogyny galore, i.e. too much un-love for #Hillary?

    Is it not inevitable that the likes of President Stupid emerge and that mouths, souls and eyes bleed with foamed goo-hate? Or did you ever think that the bumbling idiot Dubya (Bush) couldn’t be topped by electing an even stupider president after a beautiful, brilliant president (Obama)? That’s right, dear worst-reader, there is a way to fix stupid:

    1. leave it up to #Americant uglies (deplorables) and
    2. lighten up on what stupid really means.

    Indeed, dear worst-reader. We’re dealing with a whole new level of stupid here. For example. Obviously Trump has done well with his inheritance from a racist, paranoid, ugly, greed-mongering stupid white-man father who represents all the uglies of at least two generations. In fact, Trump has done well enough to have avoided the prosecution he deserves, which is what he really should have inherited. Or does he just deserve a good, humiliating tar & feathering in a public space? But on that note, I digress.

    We’re not really dealing here with the opposite of “smart” in the intellectual sense, are we? Indeed. Anti-intellectualism in my beloved & missed #Americant has reached epic proportions. What else can happen in a land where words like creationism and intelligent design are part of the norm and not part of the abnormal? Is it not this abnormality Trump rides upon–as he does with so many deserving gold-diggers–that got him elected via the GOP? I’m worst-writing, of course, about the evangelical base that will forgive him for anything. Finding absolution from clergy has found a way to circumvent advances from the middle ages and even the enlightenment. Yes. They will forgive him for anything he’s done and have already forgiven him for what he will do. The religious right-wing of #Americant, baby. It is so forgiving. Forgiving stupid is as limitless and mindless as anti-intellectualism plus faith.

    Stupid? How to find it? Where to look. Or, as Elvis once sang: Stop! Look and listen, baby, that’s my philosophy. It’s called rubbernecking, baby…

    Rubbernecking is the act of staring at something of interest. The term rubbernecking refers to the physical act of craning one’s neck, performed in order to get a better view; it has been described as a human trait that is associated with morbid curiosity; it can be the cause of traffic jams, sometimes referred to as “gapers’ blocks” or “gapers’ delay”, as drivers slow down to see what happened in a crash. -Wiki

    A crash, dear worst-reader. #Americant is in a state of perpetual crash with everybody incessantly staring at it. Behold the minions staring with their morbid curiosity at the crash they’ve made. Which brings me to the following: How else can the taped conversations of Omarosa & Co. be interesting? Have you heard them, dear worst-reader? Those crash tapes. Listening to them is not unlike trying to watch Faux-Newz. The stomach starts to churn first. Then come the gaseous expulsions followed by pre-throw-up. The next thing you know, while some dimwit stupid white person is telling you what to do, what to think, how to behave and how to follow, you throw-up like never before. But I braced myself for Omarosa, especially the tape with John Kelly. Even though the tape with President Stupid’s son’s wife was also chilling and followed the/this pattern of stupidness, the one with Kelly is a jewel. Reason? If you listen close enough (if you can stand it; throwing-up before-hand will help) you can hear your life being spoken to you, if you’re one of the minions. Can you follow me on that thought, dear worst-reader?

    Let me explain anew. Omarosa is quiet in the tape with Kelly. Kelly does most of the talking. I imagine her craning her neck as Kelly talks by her, beyond her, above her. For it does take two to tango in such a crash, doesn’t it? You need the crash participants and you need the rubberneckers. And Kelly delivers his part brilliantly. Kelly is the crash with #Americant. He represents not just #Trump but those who made him. The bumpers and wheels and transmissions from a former glorious Detroit rock-city where cars ruled the world. And now they just are a crash. The tone Kelly uses in his crash. The words he chooses. The texture in his voice. The cadence of his and #Americants’ sound. It’s as though humanity reached a peak at one point (the enlightenment?) and since then has been on a long journey of spiralling down from the top of ladder of failure forever reached. And as I had listened enough I realised that what I was really hearing was not a conversation between two people (of intellect) but instead wasted minds shivering about the ills of space & time run amok where nothingness plus money is the only thing there is. The sound of corporate, power-hungry voices stuffed full of guilt, no-shame and limitless inhumility. Oh, how my beloved & missed #Americant has fallen. And we can thank Omarosa for one thing during this fall: allowing us to hear its decline galore in ugly corpo-voice.

    Thank you Omarosa for the world you and your ilk have made. Enjoying choking on it.

    -Rant on

    T

  • There Are A Few Adults In The Room

    Ever since the Golf War started (1990-91) I’ve lost a lot of respect for the US Military. On the other hand, I respect the economically conscripted soldiers and sailors and airmen. When I lived in Wiesbaden, I thoroughly enjoyed US military company that allowed me to stay in touch with my beloved & missed #Americant. Heck, I even respect some of the higher-ups, the ones that made über careers out of their economic or cultural conscription. But it must not be forgotten that since 1990 the US has waged war NOT in the name of freedom or even national security. No. Instead, the US military has become nothing more than a tool for Empire. And to make things worse: in order to actually fight a “war” you need an enemy with a fcuking army. But I digress.

    While listening to one of many news podcasts, a higher-up in the US military caught my attention. This cat has actually stuck his neck out there and has taken a stand–the right stand–against President Stupid, HIS President Stupid! Well all-right then. That’s how you do it. You write an op-ed at a pay-wall news site–which means I had to go through other sources to find what he actually said (see links below)–and you hope the world, or at least the US, can rise above this/the President Stupid nightmare. Whether or not that happens is a whole ‘nother worst-post.

    Here my fav excerpts of what this bad-ass military tool wrote:

    “A good leader tries to embody the best qualities of his or her organization. A good leader sets the example for others to follow. A good leader always puts the welfare of others before himself or herself. …

    “Through your actions, you have embarrassed us in the eyes of our children, humiliated us on the world stage and, worst of all, divided us as a nation. …

    “If you think for a moment that your McCarthy-era tactics will suppress the voices of criticism, you are sadly mistaken. …

    “Like most Americans, I had hoped that when you became president, you would rise to the occasion and become the leader this great nation needs. …”

    -Ret. Admiral William McRaven

    Good luck suckers.

    -Rant on

    T

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  • Shame And Delusion = Everything Goes From Wrong To Wronger, Stupid to Stupider

    Yeah, I bad mouth my (home) country. But do I do it more than Zack Mayo? No, of course not. Then again, unlike Zack, I won’t go on to become a fighter pilot that will probably be bombing defenceless people at the behest of really, really, ugly rich white people. And on that note, I digress.

    Two pieces of newz blowing my mind today, dear worst-reader, about my beloved & missed #Americant. The first has got to be about the most obvious crime of stock market insider trading ever? And guess who commits it? That’s right, yet another greed-monger, along with his greed monger family. But this ain’t any greed-monger. He’s an elected greed-monger–and on a side note he is also the first US Congressman that endorsed #Trump when he announced his candidacy in 2015. Coincidence? To top things off, would you believe he’s not the only one who got the call from the insider about divesting his stock holdings in an imminently failing company–before that information was made public? No. His son got the call too. Yeah, baby. Keep it in the family.

    The second story is about a twenty-nine year old minimum wage, airport ground facility worker that found a way to fly off in a commercial airline, goof off in the air a bit, and then gallantly crash the plane in a fit of suicide. Ok. Ok. As serious as planes and suicide can be, somehow this one turns my boredom (of it all) into a sorrow-rage. I spent a bit of time this morning listening to the published recordings between the clueless who tried to talk the man down to a controlled landing and the man himself, however slightly, if not stealthily, as he complained about being stuck in the hell-hole that is working-stiff #Americant.

    How did he complain, you ask, dear worst-reader? Check this out. He was actually too nice to complain rudely. You know, like worst-writer complains (rants) rudely. The guy was so nice while talking with the air traffic controller that I thought for a moment this would turn out to be some kind of prank gone wrong and the guy would land and everyone on the ground would hug him. The non-pilot pilot admits to not wanting to inconvenience the air traffic controller with trying to help him land because he’ll “just make a mess down there.” Later he even talks about how he doesn’t want to hurt anyone so he shouldn’t try landing at another airport the controller tries to steer him to. Then there comes a few complaints about “minimum wage” and being “white”. He adds “maybe that will grease the gears” of the managers, as though this last mission is to complain, however slightly, about the conditions of being a working stiff. Yeah, twenty-nine years of age and stuck in a minimum wage job! Gee, I wonder how many of his family (who he so nicely apologises to, btw) voted for #Trump, republicans, i.e. those who might not have made the whole #Americant mess but who certainly like the mess staying around for awhile? I mean, seriously. No wonder so many resort to this as their choice of exiting the $hitshow. Quite different than the Vegas shooter, eh? Or?

    Good luck suckers.

    -Rant on

    T

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  • And Now: #Eurowasteland At Its Finest Or How I Learned To Aim It Right

    So. Like. About a year ago I was out and about on my beloved E-Bike and, as usual (at my age), I had to take a piss. Usually I find a secluded place among the urban trees but for reasons owned by men of my age bracket… when you gotta go you gotta fcuking go! And so. I found a relative off-street spot but it was aligned with a über-steel fence that enclosed the local water-works facility of D’dorf. Indeed. I knew that I might not be relieving myself in the best place, but like I worst-said… I had to go. Long story short. Some guy caught me at my business and while my (#Americant) Johnson was hanging out he decided to confront me and, only as a German can, give me the once-over regarding my choice of piss station. My first reaction was…

    Dude! Is you fcuking out of your fcuking mind? Never. Never. Never confront a comrade while his Johnson is dangling. Can’t you at least wait till I’m done? You fcuking cocksucking German piece of mother fcuking…

    And here, dear worst-reader, we enter the world of differences between the Germans and… and those who don’t want to be fcuking German. I think. Anywho. The guy was vehement about the fact that I probably broke a few German laws that afternoon. I indeed had pissed on a fence that housed the local water-works facility. My bad. Yeah. My bad.

    By-the-Buy, that’s NOT me in the pics above. It’s a pic I took this afternoon of some dude having his way with a local tree. When I came around the corner while walking Beckett, the killer Pug, I saw this guy pissing in the middle of… fcuking everything. Behind him is the Rhein; in front of him a fcuking restaurant. I walk along this path where he’s doing his bidness almost every fcuking day. When I take this pic (the second one is a blow-up) I’m standing at the exit of a park which is next to a restaurant and local hotel overlooking the Rhein. Should I have tried to photograph those on the terrace of the restaurant enjoying their meals… with this view?

    Ok. Ok. None of that matters. I would never be in this or any such situation in my beloved and missed #Americant. Reason? Well, there’s room to piss galore in land of free to be stupid–that gives way to the like of #Trump with with is piss woven hair.

    And on that note, I fcuking digress.

    -Rant on

    T

  • Populace, Popularity, Pregnancy And, Don't Worry, You're With Stupid

    I'm with stupid t-shirt

    Time for proof of how it’s more difficult to get rid of The Stupid than it is to get rid of ants in India or lice in dirty kids’ hair or that stupid Chewbacca mask. Congratulations are (might be) at hand. Even though it probably won’t topple your favourite stupid Chewbacca mask, #americant has something else to put on its popularity of stupid t-shirt. A highschooler just dropped a water bottle on a table and he’s really, really popular. (Pause now. Take that in.)

    That worst said, is it possible to actually get rid of the The Stupid in a society? According to the most recent popular video contest, probably not. But then again, #americant hasn’t really ever graduated from high school. On the other hand, if we look at history, it might be possible to get rid of The Stupid. It was got-rid-of in Germany. It wasn’t completely got-rid-of in Japan. Which brings me to this little tangent.

    One of the reason the atomic bomb was dropped on Japan was because of how radical the Japanese were regarding the divinity of their emperor. They would not unconditionally surrender because the emperor couldn’t. They actually believed a God cannot surrender to men. Talk about… The Stupid. Nomatter. When we dropped those bombs on Japan they were already defeated–just not in spirit. But I digress.

    The Japanese have certainly made good headwinds in their long struggle to bring their emperor bullshit back down to earth, i.e. limit their Stupidity. So. If a populace that believes so deeply in something as noble as a divine emperor can get rid of, at the least, most of their Stupid, how can #americant begin to deal with it? Whether its a political issue like abortion or head shaking popularity i.e. Kardashians or Honey Booboo–and I mean, come on, those three things together really do represent #americant stupidity–how can this be got-rid-of? Well, worst-writer has an answer for you. Ready?

    It can’t. Even if #americant doesn’t elect the ultimate stupid in the upcoming presidential race–and I really thought that #americant couldn’t get any worse than Dubya Bush–Donald Trump is proof of how Stupid a population can actually get–without being run by dictator or a god-like emperor. Which means, I suppose, my beloved #americant does have a god-like dictator that rules its collective conscience. It’s called the almighty dollar. And whatever the almighty dollar wants (greed) the All-Sttupid delivers.

    Rant on.

    -Tommi

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  • Oh No! Window To Inner National Self Opened. Yet No One Panics.

    Having lived in a fraternity once, this example of collegiate behaviour comes as no surprise. But the key thing to remember, dear worst-reader, is not what takes place but the fact that it takes place all the time, always has, will never stop. Which brings me to the following memory. I got into a heated debate with a corporatist once while having a drink a local watering hole. We are about the same age but he’s in the middle of putting his two kids through college and he’s angry that the economy isn’t helping him pay for it. I turned to him, sipped my rye, and said, “what the hell you sending your kids to college for anyway? I mean. Don’t you realise that the country is being run by college grads. Look at it.” He put his drink down on the bar and paused. “What? What do you mean? Don’t you want to send your kids to college,” he asked me. “Not really,” was my response. He was totally flabbergasted. I could see it in his face, his conventional mind twisting and turning, a new thought from a new angle had entered it. “Seriously. We can agree to disagree about politics, my friend, but the commoditisation of higher education and the effects its having on the world should be obvious.” Gulp. Gulp. “Holy cow,” he said. Yeah, baby. With that in mind, mamas of the world unite and sing: Mama don’t let you babies go to college. Rant on.  -tommi

    Source: ATO’s National Office Revokes Charter From Indiana Chapter Over Oral Sex Video

  • The Bigot Meter

    ahmed clockTrillions of dollars have been spent. Habeas Corpus has been suspended–along with Bill of Rights. The government has the right to spy on you. You can be put on a no-fly list. We now have a government institution named homeland security. We also have a patriot act that cannot be dissolved which guarantees all the above. Seriously. Can it get more Orwellian? I’m sure there is plenty more to add to the list. But it all seems redundant at this point, doesn’t it? I mean, what has happened since that morning? That morning in September, 2001. I’ll tell you what has happened. They won. No, seriously. We might as well come out and admit it. The terrorists have won. The guys in those planes, the guys in Afghanistan, the Iranians, Hamas, ISIS/ISIL. Etc. All of ’em. They have won. Wanna know how I know they’ve won? Just look around. Look around as though you’ve never looked around before. Nomatter what you believe, what TV station you watch, what party you (think you) vote for, look around. The world has gone batshit. All there is, as ever has been, is profitability, greed, death, destruction and batshit. And that’s the ticket, dear worst-reader. The terrorists have won because, well, batshit rules. “But wait. Hasn’t it always been that way, worst-writer?” Ok. Maybe it has. But it seems to me that in the past, when the batshit got too thick, when the ammonia stench overwhelms, something came along to counter it. What that something is, I can’t get into here. It’s too broad, wide, over-reaching–and way too deep for worst-writer. Instead, all one needs to consider, look at, are the little things. Like how a 14 year old American citizen high school student, with brown skin, a muslim name and a small case with a bunch of wires and circuits in it, gets arrested–because batshit rules. Our minds have been so overcome with fear, so clouded with anger, so dimmed with wanton ignorance, that a boy’s science project MUST be a bomb. What! Wait. And that’s not all. Batshit is more than everywhere. You can see it in the way police departments across the country wield deadly force over communities, mainly aimed at people with dark skin. You can see it when presidential candidates get questions from “citizens” regarding the legitimacy of a dark skin president. You can see it when the Republican Party splits into factions of … Batshit. Indeed. The terrorists have won because we now officially live for batshit–thanks to them. And since we’re on the issue of thanking, I want to thank Ahmed Mohamed for providing #americant with yet another beacon of light to the truth–and for giving us the first ever BIGOT METER.

    Good luck suckers. Rant on. -t

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  • Separation Of Church And The Gullible

    happy gullibleThere is a reason you can’t get divorced in a church. There is also a reason a church can’t issue a marriage license. Beyond the fact that worst-writer thinks marriage–as a state sanctioned institution–should be abolished, there is the age-old question of what came first: the chicken or the gullible? I won’t argue the issue of whether or not #americant is a nation born of religious faith–especially, in the eyes of timid sheep, born of Abrahamic faith. Instead I like to turn the conversation to puritanism and bidness. What most people have forgotten (or fail to recognise) is that America is a business. It is not a country. It is not a nation. It is a place of pure and unadulterated commerce. Period. Without belittling the pride so many feel for Her, that is not to say that there is no validity to the tears often shed when The Star Spangled Banner is sung–I choke up myself here and there. Yet none of that should hide the reality that there are two sides to any bidness transaction: there is the side that profits and the side that takes its seat among the gullible in order to enable and facilitate that profit. Obviously the experiment (that is America and has become #americant) has worked well for the profiteers. It’s even worked well for those that used to be close to the profiteers, i.e. the middle class, although that part is obviously waning. But, indeed, as is the case whenever the top trickles down to the bottom, at some point the top starts to feel cheated–as is the case post the new-deal. Now it’s payback time. Political conservatism in the United Mistakes has had a field day in the past thirty or so years getting some payback for what FDR, “liberals” and Democrats have done in an attempt to halt the top from taking everything. And I would even go so far as to say that the gullible have tried once or twice to wake up to the reality of this. But, instead of continuing to push for some form of top-down concessions, the gullible rest on laurels. In my lifetime Americans, in order to make sense of what has been done to them, i.e. the economy, wars on this or that, terrorism, guns, mass shootings, failing infrastructure, credit card debt, etc., etc., have sought answers where there are none–mostly because the wrong questions are being asked. How should the gullible, the stupid, ask the right questions? I don’t know and I don’t give a shit. The only thing I care about is the vacuum of/in the mind. Fear becomes your way of life. Threat becomes your daily dose. Neighbour becomes your enemy. Stupid is your survival. And so. I believe the founding fathers had an answer almost three hundred years ago for what ails #americant today. It is the answer to the ultimate question. And it goes something like this: the separation of church and state is what will set you free. The reason the founding fathers wanted a state separated from the church is because without the church (at least in the western world) there can be no king. How does a king gets his power, you ask. Through… Wait for it. Wait. A king gets his power the same way religion does. Faith. Belief. The gullible. People have to believe. But America has no king, you say. And you are right, dear worst-reader. But it has something that leads to a king. The faithful in #americant today have been wielded oh so brilliantly by the powers-that-be. Political conservatism has latched on to these believers like a leech. This is most obvious in the religious right and the gullible (believers) that somehow get jobs in state governments where they freely force (their) religion on others. Separation of church and state? Oh well. That’s ok. America was fun while it lasted. I guess. And so. I mean. Come on. A measly clerk in a Kentucky government office doesn’t perform her mandated job? And she’s even willing to go to jail for that? Seriously? That’s like saying a cop won’t arrest a bank robber cause he’s believes in his lunch break. But of course. After fighting this thru courts all the way to the Supremes, this is where the right side of history converges? Indeed it does. And with that in mind. Good luck suckers.

    Rant on. -Tommi

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  • Obsexxed

    The sex obsessed nation-cult? Is it me, getting old, prude? Or am I just bored of it all? At the least, I’m kinda perturbed with all the here & there of sex in what I read. I mean, I scan the news everyday. Whether it’s HuffPost, Reddit or Google News, etc., I’m all over it like two teens in spring-time trying to figure out the metaphor of birds & bees. You see! They’ve even got me obsexxing over it. Nomatter. Allow me to just worst-write this, dear worst-reader. There must be better things to do (in this life) than just write and write and write… about sex. Or? If not, there’s always the entertainment value. Right? Which brings me to the question: who created a media obsessed with sex? Was it William Randolph Hearst? Was it Hugh Hefner? Or was it that cartoon chick shaped like a bombshell who was married to a friggin’ rabbit? Again. Nomatter. Below just a few recent articles regarding #americants obsexxion with… you know what. I especially like the comparison of the boomer generation with millennials. But then again. Maybe I like the nonsense of Sofia Vegara’s estranged rightwing nut-job former lover who thinks he has the right to somehow promote family values and anti-choice by claiming their seeded embryos for himself. Or was that all just part of promoting Vegara’s krappy new movie? Rant on. -tommi

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  • The Perpetual Childhood

    Maher nails it again. And boy do I remember frat-houses. In fact, I lived in one for a whole freakin’ semester once. It was one of the worst decisions I ever made–other than deciding to try college at all. But there was one thing I learned about #americant after that experience. It’s not so much that these organisations serve absolutely no purpose whatsoever besides teaching young adults how to never really grow up. No. What frats (and sororities) do is simply prolong the inevitable. In fact, frats are the tip of the iceberg in this arena. The whole college industry is part of it, too. You can simply go from the room your parents provided you to another room they provide you and yet you stay in the mentality of being that same child–forever!–and all thanks to the profit centres of Americant (mis)education institutions. Hence, the college grads running the the show today know this all too well. I’m worst-writing, of course, about the Obamas and all of his staff, the Dubyas and all of his staff (and they were all older), probably all congressman and most certainly anyone that has a half-decently paid living standard working for a corporation. In fact, I’m not saying that people don’t learn anything in college. Obviously they do. And now most of the world can see clearly exactly what it is they’ve learned. I mean. What it is all these grads have done. Or? Nomatter. The cogs of the machine will continue on with: Greed. Empire. Terrorism. Belonging. Sentiment. Etc. And. Just look at the US government, American industry and corporations, banks, local communities, etc. Everybody is a child with a gun or too much money or too many houses or or or. Where do people learn this behaviour? Yeah. Infantilism is still far off in the future to being recognised as a disease. But that day will come eventually. And frat-boys will be the first to be treated. Or maybe not. Rant on. -t

  • Mudfish Misdirected

    While so many freaked-out over the recent revelations that Hillary Rodham Clinton, former US Secretary of State and possible 2016 presidential candidate (Dem), might have bent the law regarding her private ownership of government emails, worst-writer was sitting on the banks of a muddy river contemplating what need be done. Indeed. Worst-writer tends to take a different path when it comes to criticising and analysing government dysfunction. And so. Before it could even be established if Clinton did anything wrong, all the same folk that tried to noose her for Benghazi hoped they hit gold with the fact that she was tech savvy enough to run her own secure email servers. Now that their hopeful schadenfreude has been misdirected, where should one look for real and true examples of government dysfunction? Obviously the halls of Congress is a great place to start. But somehow, the way those halls are plastered in the faces of the clueless minions through talking heads and corporate media, how should one break out from the rigamarole? The obvious but trivial answer is: have no fear, worst-writer is here. The more profound fascist question is: get off your ass and throw your arm under the surface of the muddy water. Seek out with your hand the resting hole of that mudfish that is your life. Once you find a hole stick your arm so far down into it that the beast doesn’t know what’s hit it. And then stick your arm down its throat till its lips can latch on to your bicep. Yeah. Deeper. Grab it by its innards and then start to yank till your arm with a mudfish attached to it emerges for all your redneck reactionaries to see. And when you stand there with your front and back stained trousers, watching your little missy dance on the shore line, proud of her man, all you can think to do is cross your heart, hope to die, and start that prayer of allegiance to the dangling titties underneath American flags. And when your done, after you’ve cleaned yourself up, get out there and try, for the first time in your life, to think for yourself. Cause you are the mudfish catcher, motherfucker. Then, only then, might you come across something that actually reveals who and what you are once you step away from those muddy waters. Yeah, baby. It’s out there, dear worst-reader. It really is. More than the mudfish, more than the muddy water, more than those luscious titties. The information that might help you find answers to all those questions that you’ve allowed pundits to answer for you. The answers that made America the place it is today. Fail upwards. Race to the bottom. This is the end. Hence, check out the article below if you want to see the true face of what’s wrong with everything–and what stands in natural opposition to the fancy of more Clinton heresy. In fact, when you put the effort into it, the information you may find can be so compelling that you might shed a tear or three once you realise you’ve done something worthwhile on your own. You know what I found out recently after catching my mudfish? I found out that the man-boys are starting to eat themselves. Or have they started that long ago? Nomatter. The republican ranks, the political party that is the mostest responsible for facilitating political conservatism that is today’s #americant, kills itself because of childish name-calling. Can you believe it? I can. And so. These people are running the show and I bet not one of them could actually run their own email server–even if they paid someone to do it. But they could catch mudfish for all the wrong reasons. Rant on. And good luck suckers. -t

    ‘Politics Gone Hideously Wrong’: Anti-Semitic Bullying Said to Contribute to a Missouri Official’s Recent Suicide | Alternet.

  • Low Life Behavior

    “This is the excellent foppery of the world that when we are sick in fortune, often the surfeit of our own behaviour, we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars; as if we were villains on necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in by a divine thrusting-on. An admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star! My father compounded with my mother under the dragon’s tail and my nativity was under Ursa Major, so that it follows I am rough and lecherous. Fut! I should have been that I am, had the maidenliest star in the firmament twinkled on my bastardizing.” -Edmund, King Lear, Act 1, Scene 2

    Quote motivated by the reaction of John McCain towards protestors. A US Senator calls another person, out loud, in front of cameras, in full glory, a “low life scum”. I suppose when the empire house-of-cards you built is crumbling from within your true character shines. So. Go grab a can of your wife’s krappy beer (yeah, he married into the Coors beer dynasty) and let the Arizona sun-god cook off your wiener.

    (Y)our representatives are hard at work and the past that reared and controls us all will never die. Unfortunately.

    And, btw, Kissinger is the war criminal that set the standard for where #americant is today as it continues to usurp the planet and its resources.

    That said, I really miss those nice beach mornings in Florida, beach afternoons at the bars of Disney World and beach nights in those grimy motels underneath Mikey Mouse where the prudery, bigotry and hypocrisy can take a break. Yeah, baby.

    Good luck suckers.

    Rant on. -Tommi

  • The Same Game

    Maybe, just maybe, dear worst-reader, you should stop playing the same game as everybody else. Ever think about that? I mean, that’s the ticket, ain’t it? There is one game and everybody (EVERYBODY) plays it. There is no variety in the games we play. There is no difference in the games we play. And so. Eventually that game has to either get incredibly boring, tedious and dysfunctional or something has to step in to either maintain its existence or at least save the players that win at it. For the game, obviously, must exist. The game is the thread in the quilt. The game is the glue that holds everything together. The game… But I digress. §And so. This is why I sad-laugh at the players of this game. Especially the players that complain about it and/or try to take a stance just because they are not winners in the game. Seriously. There is no global conspiracy or empirical plot. Humanity is simply too stupid to pull such a thing off. There is, on the other hand, THE GAME–which a few have managed to get all of you to play. So why not just enjoy the game? You’re not starving, yet, are you? And if you are starving then we can worst-write about over-population. Right? §Now don’t get me wrong. I’m not defending the likes of Jamie Dimon, wall-street, or government. But I’ve tried to worst-say here and there that the problems in the world of finance and banking are obviously deeper than what the complainers want us to think. That is. Since we’re in the process of repeating history (repeating, in fact, the beginning of the 20th century), one only need to look into the not-so distant past to see how those complaining now are only reaping what they’ve sewn. Hence, lowering expectations, or, as some like to call it, having your living standards lowered for you, is the only way to continue the game you have been playing ALL your measly life. And so. Unfortunately. The bankers in Davos are right. Since the worker-bees, wanna-bees and players of this game never saw it coming–when a few of us did see it coming–then the only answer, to avoid repeating history at a 1:1 ratio, is to either get out of the game or take a back seat while the big boys manage it. To understand the reason why the likes of Jamie Dimon, the Fed, bad government, etc., run our lives,  one only has to look at not only how we repeat history but how so few have been able to see and interpret that history in the first place. Good luck suckers. Rant on. -Tommi

    A Billionaire Lectures Serfs in Davos – Claims “America’s Lifestyle Expectations are Far Too High” | Liberty Blitzkrieg.

  • How To Stop The Dominoes

    Have this behind me: the frustration felt during the wars-of-choice that have sent #americant into its current spiral of empire delusion? There are a few things that will always remain from those years. The first is the fact that the people who didn’t vote joined the ones who did vote and all elected Dubya (twice!) The price for this apathy will go unpaid for a long time. The next fact is that my beloved former home country is ruled by what is thought of as persons who went through the/a gauntlet of a compulsory collegiate education and hence are supposed to be, in some way, …cognitive? They are of a system where the ONLY gateway to material success and any sort of living standard is through the halls and doorways of for-profit-education. Indeed. Even though the college educated have been there before, it seems that today college educated persons are running the #americant empire to the ground. From the presidents cabinet to all the corporate minions and even the people’s official government gun-toters, the leaders are all of some collegiate institution accompanied by a variety of academic titles. And so. #americant college educated minions are proving their worth to empire–en masse. And. One of the best examples of the western world’s über-education-to-nowhere is the former army general that ran the most recent wars of choice that will probably never be paid for. This guy has a PhD and yet he should be known for nothing more than his sophomoric infantilism which has gotten him caught up in a scandal that should be underneath the uneducated poor man’s trailer park. But that won’t happen. For, how do you prosecute these minions without going after the human corruption of them all? Don’t let the dominoes fall. Rant on.

    U.S. Seeks Criminal Charges Against David Petraeus: Official.

    Why Isn’t This Man On Trial? | truthdig

  • Creeps R Us

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    Just read this article dear worst-reader. And guess what? I’m more confused than ever. But I suppose being a fifty year old male in a perpetual state of forced early retirement made up of über-happiness where I live off the achievements of females who are much better at coping with this alpha world than I am–being confused is kinda OK. Which reminds me. I’m not the only one confused. There are so many others. This level of confusion is for the most part due to a kind of mass hysteria. Yet for me, this confusion comes from my ability to read-up, to get informed, to partake in the misinformation of American’ts most recent one-up in our lust for living and dying by… violence. And let me state here and forthwith: our first love as American’ts is violence.

    Have to give credit where it’s due. Amanda Marcotte’s article is riveting–and not only because she writes about stuff that confuses the hell out of me. It’s riveting because it’s the most sincere work I’ve read so far regarding how the recent killing of six people in CA must surely be about misogyny and how well organised that misogyny is on the Interwebnets. (Sarcasm off.) I mean, that’s what this is about, right? This is about how men get on the Interwebnets, as they do in bars and previously did in caves, and talk about women? I mean, our murder-death-cult is NOT about the friction nature has imposed on our species so that life can find a way, right? Nor is it about how we, as Americans, react to our own impulses. No. It’s about the gender gap, it’s about roles, it’s about…

    Do we live by the gun or is it just a lust for violence? Our impulses feed on something. Six people were killed, three with a knife, three with three different handguns, because a man, that is, the male part of our species, doesn’t like women? And BTW. I had no clue that there were websites to help men in their hate of women. Talk about reacting to impulses! And it doesn’t stop there. Hyperlinked to the hate sites are more sites with even more hate. Wow. What’s gonna happen next? Am I gonna do a Google and find sites promoting racial supremacy? Will I find sites promoting the over throw of government? Will I find sites that show people, when paid enough money, or their addictions dictate it, doing anything in front of a camera with their bodies? And the beat goes on, baby.

    So let me try to get this straight. America is trying to find answers. It’s trying to find answers to its impulses. It is most certainly not trying to find answers to questions. It’s not really questioning anything. And why? Because there’s hate on the Interwebnets. (Sigh.) Indeed, dear worst-reader. It/we are trying to find answers to why we slaughter each other–even though it’s more than obvious that we really don’t give a shit. There is never any national soul searching. There is never any real debate. And why? Because, well, there’s hate published on the Interwebnets. And there are snuff films. And there’s porn. Oh. And men treat women badly. Which brings me to a(nother) worst-question. Why can’t humans navigate the chasm that separates the subject from the object? Why can’t humans figure out that love is not always a verb because for the other half it’s always a noun? Answer? We are infantil and we haven’t figured out how to grow up yet. More on that in a sec. Let me throw a daffodil wrench in the machine of natural order and put it like Chuck Palahniuk would put it.

    1. Where is my Vietnam?
    2. This is what happens when men are raised by women.

    While Tyler Durden is explaining the rules of Fight Club he asks question #1. When I heard the question in the movie something went off in my head (it didn’t go off in my head when I read the book). It reminded me of the day when I had to register for the draft. BTW, back then the Vietnam war was still fresh–or at least it hadn’t yet been replaced by our next worldly, empirical endeavour. There were still stories of POWs not brought home and movies like Deer Hunter scared the bejeezus out of me. Thank goodness I learned to appreciate Apocalypse Now, though. Nomatter. I registered for the draft, although I seem to recall not putting a check mark in one of the boxes indicating which branch of service I preferred. I guess I was trying to confuse my recruiters as much as I was confused. And the 1980s were just around the corner. We didn’t know it then but the greed-mongering culture that so many yearned for–and history proving they/we got exactly what we deserved–was about to happen. And I’m way off subject. Sorry.

    Now don’t quote me on this because it’s been a long time since I read or watched Fight Club. But #2 is another very telling and profound thing Tyler Durden says (and I paraphrase heavily). He says that men are raised by women. What a grave error in society. Except for one thing. I was raised by a woman. In fact, to this day I live by them. And. I own guns. And I’ve been somewhat violent in this life. But Palahniuk coded something in his text. What is implied with #2 is that society has a very serious problem–a problem that goes far beyond the implications of a bunch of dysfunctional males that get their kicks by beating themselves up in front of a crowd of the like-minded. And so it’s very, very clear:

    What happens to a society when it has lost its ability to nurture and cultivate life?

    Our history will look back and say: this is how you become a death-cult. Instinct kicks in. The true face of human nature reveals itself? Survival and money and reality emanating from reality-TV is all that’s left. With that in mind, let’s move on from Palahniuk and check out our next best thing in explaining it all–you know, for the dumbed-down.

    Ever see the movie Magnolia? This movie took me for a really weird loop, dear worst-reader. To this day I wonder if the boundaries of fiction and reality (in film) will ever converge so well again. But the thing that makes this movie, not unlike Fight Club, relevant to what Ms. Marcotte misses, is the creep factor that has become part of (real) life itself. Every character in the movie Magnolia, as is the case with so many characters in our real world, is a solid, worthy, mystifying creep. Are creeps the next stage of human evolution? Am I the only one–after watching weird clips on you tube and then watching clips from Magnolia and then watching clips from life–to see Elliot Rodger in Frank TJ Mackey’s audience? But I digress.

    Welcome to your future. Welcome to a world where brokenness is the standard. Brokenness, btw, is not as Ms. Marcotte states. It is not about men thinking women are broken. Like in Fight Club Rodgers is the byproduct of Disney fairy-demons fighting the mind-fuck of consuming-to-survive society that fails upwards. We are a people and a place that is stuck in the realm of infantilism–forced to live among robber barons, war-mongers and ideological miscreants. This, dear worst-reader, is all we have. It is who we are. And on top of it all, there is no need to grow up–we have proven that time and time again. And so we blame things written or things said or even, in this sad case, things done. Oh well. The blame game is a game like any other game. Yes. Game. Game of love, lust, ownership, betrayal, procreation, romance and love. Oh wait. I said that. Nomatter. We are the game only the few and far between ever really get to play. Good luck. And don’t forget to buy something today or watch Oprah or Ellen or whatever takes you away.

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    -Tommi

  • Get The ?uck Out Of The Way

    Ballmer bwEverything will not be ok, dear worst-reader. But that doesn’t matter. In the immediate short term, the thinkers among us can rejoice that for at least a few seconds the world might be(come) a place lacking in corporate American’t dysfunction as Steve Ballmer decides to… finally get the *uck out of the way. You know, it would also be a great thing if all the baby-boomers would also get the #uck out of the way. That would mean, finally, the problems that are plaguing everything, the cause of life-ills in general these days, could be addressed. But then again. Maybe not. But there always is wishful thinking, eh. And. Remember. The west is now a place where perpetual infantilism is our newest disease that will graciously and profitably be addressed with pharmaceuticals and whatever other addictions we can attain. But seriously. Since boomers only procreated and never really raised their grapefruit children, there’s not much available to take the reigns but a bunch whacked-out perpetual adolescents. Oh well. Again. At least for a few seconds as Ballmer FINALLY gets the fuck out of the way and takes his billions with him we can rejoice. Now if only Larry Ellison would do the same. Say, who else should be on the get the ?uck out of the way list? Steve Jobs? Oh, he’s already gone. Nomatter.

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    Rant on.

    -tgs-

  • Infantilism vs Economic Conscription

    uncle sam bathing suitWill never forget the visit I made to a US military recruiting centre. Johnny Gun-Ho was my recruiting officer. He was a Marine that had no problem explaining to me the inferiorities of the Army and the Air Force. He even took the time to explain the inferiorities of the Navy, which belong to the Marines, he added. For Johnny, the only thing that was important was that the Marines were the ones to go in before anybody else. Anywho. I went to Johnny at the behest of my government and my high school, the latter having taken special care to remind those who “qualified” (I was already 18 as a senior) to perform my patriotic duty. Keep in mind, a few years prior, I reckon in an effort to reassure Das Volk that Vietnam was indeed over, the US government changed the laws regarding military conscription. But then again, the United Mistakes didn’t really get rid of the draft, now did we? Indeed. What the US did was simply change the draft from being compulsory to being an ultimatum. In other words, millions of men who would forever be trapped in the overwhelming culture of greed that their parents (baby boomers) enabled by electing consume-to-survive to replace the now failing American dream, faced that ultimatum. Either you worked your life for mediocrity and low wages or you went to college in order to become a salesman, a pawn of a dipshit corporatist boss or you subjected yourself to the reality of economic conscription, joining the greatest military on Earth.

    Economic turmoil was not the only result of squeezing American’ts in order to grow and enhance empire. There was something else going on as well. The country was in a self perpetuating state of infantilism. All one had to do was go to any university campus to witness this infantilism first hand. Along with that, once Reagan got his fangs in the US’s neck, the leech of our future was unleashed to feed on the host forevermore. A country of young adults that would never grow beyond their parents house or the dorm room paid for by their parents. And, of course, if you couldn’t afford the luxury-excess of learning how to be greedy, taught systematically by American’t for profit university system, there was only one other choice. Johnny Gun-Ho meet Buck Down On His Luck Rogers. Oh, and btw, Johnny can also recruit Betsy Down On Her Luck Rogers, too! That’s right. All’s fair in luv, war and perverted family values corrupted by silly idears like feminism and equal rights.

    Indeed. America is no longer a melting pot of culture and creed and idears and ingenuity and merit and achievement. It’s now a cesspool of economically strapped morons that can’t figure out how to get their asses out of the wet, soggy, rotting paper bag they’ve gotten themselves into. So why should anyone question our empire building and a military fighting for profits for the rich and soldiers never again fighting for those who can’t fight for themselves and at the same time raping our sisters stuck in the same sinking boat? According to reports (see links below) there have been 26,000 (2012) cases of sexual abuse in the greatest military on earth. And that’s up from 19,000 (2010). Yeah, mix never being able to grow up with empire building, baby. And stop looking for blame within the obvious.

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    Rant on.

    -tgs-