WURSTWRITER

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  • Forgiven If Only Once

    Subtitle: How I came to coin The Land of The Free To Be Stupid.

    Bet you’re curious where I got that from, eh worst-reader? But don’t worry. It’s more than just stupid begets stupid. And. Don’t worry more: you don’t owe me a nickel every time you use what worstwriter has coined as your mind goes through the rigamarole of continuing to avoid the obvious. Indeed. The land of free to be stupid is from having learned back in suburban hell #Americant, and having gone to make-you-even-stupider High School, that for certain things done, forgiveness or absolution is only available once. That’s right. The adage: three strikes you’re out… Doesn’t apply to the politics at hand. That’s what makes me better than you, dear worst-reader. That’s what makes little old moi, the dude that jumped ship, the expat-galore living the/a high life without having to resort to petite bourgeois tendencies of not facing (my) demons, so so so so much better than…

    Get this: the vid (above) and the corresponding newz link (below) have one thing in common that all #Americants have in common. That’s right. The most important issue and/or subject matter that is the current iteration of politics is not ever mentioned. Curious as to what that is? Well here you go: as bad as socialism for the rich is, as bad as republican and/or conservative politics one-upping Dubya Disp$hit Bush, etc., none of it is half as bad as those who make it all possible. While Trump, progressive news casts, or dysfunctional newz reporting, the one thing that is NEVER mentioned is the true cause of it all. That’s right, dear worst-reader. It’s not just Trump. It’s not just Dems and/or Repubs. And it most certainly ain’t the fake newz galore. The thing never mentioned is the people that make it all happen. That’s right. The regular folk. The folk that think they can think. The doers of all evil doings. Spoiled rotten #Americants that lost their way. Which brings me full circle to the title of this post. For certain things done, there is no forgiveness! That’s why I learned back in the 80s, after my first ever vote, that I would never again vote for a republican. And to this day I never have. Nor have I ever voted for anyone or any party that enables what republicans stand for. As bad as Dems are, in my life time (1963+) there is no precedence where they have pursued politics of a nature that would give rise to Bush, the Tea Party, Sarah Palin, and now Trump–and of course, Faux Newz. And please: no both-siderism bull$hit! And so…

    Of all the magnanimous, delightful, shinny #Americants that complain about losing hold on any claim to a living standard and/or alleviating the threat of personal bankruptcy due to what is virtually a scam-based economy and social system that they seem to love more than anything, I can only ask this question: how many of you have voted republican in the last forty years? I haven’t voted for a republican since 1982–my first ever vote! Indeed. Never again. Which means I have earned my own forgiveness. So while you’all are out there trying to figure out your both-siderism and why you’re so fcuked–first try and tear yourself away from the TV of your WWE life. Oh. And. Before I forget: Fcuk you!

    Rant on.

    -T

    Link that is worth reading cause it, along with vid (above) helped motivate this post:

    • GM doing what GM does because, well, #Americants, deep down, being so stupid, want it that way | https://thehill.com/policy/finance/418363-gm-draws-washingtons-anger-with-new-layoffs

  • 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

    Link that motivated this post:

  • Willful Ignorance

    liberal tears

    (noun) The practice or act of intentional and blatant avoidance, disregard or disagreement with facts, empirical evidence and well-founded arguments because they oppose or contradict your own existing personal beliefs. This practice is most commonly found in the political or religious ideologies of “conservative” Americans. Many times it is practiced due to laziness–people not wanting to have to do the work to rethink their opinions, the fear of the unknown, the fear of being wrong, or sometimes simply close-mindedness. -Urban Dictionary

    “Nothing in all the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity.” -MLK

    “There is a cult of ignorance in the United States, and there always has been. The strain of anti-intellectualism has been a constant thread winding its way through our political and cultural life, nurtured by the false notion that democracy means that my ignorance is as good as your knowledge.” -Isaac Asimov

    “Ignorance is a virus. Once it starts spreading, it can only be cured by reason. For the sake of humanity, we must be that cure.” -Neil deGrasse Tyson

    Free is not free anymore. It’s now just free to be stupid. -worstwriter

    -Rant on

    T

  • The Smoke Screen Comes Out Of Their… Accompanied By Something Squishy

    Never un-know, dear worst-reader. Never forget what you don’t know. -worstwriter bitterness

    The mindset of conservatives has no limits to the depths it will sink. Granted, the liberal mindset may be convoluted as it flutters between sinking and failing to rise, especially when considering how Clinton transitioned it to neo-liberalism–which is nothing but conservatism less the sharp, pearly-white, cum-stained teeth of a thorned penis shark with opposing thumbs and interest rate payments. Yet as chaotic as the motion of political liberals has been in the past thirty or so years, it’s never been more clear that #Trump and his ism is truly seeking in the darkness of fail-upwardness a floor or a ceiling to hit… Biiiiiiigly. Will they hit it? If you ask worst-writer, I’d say they are about to. And since I am chained to the reality that ugly, stupid and repulsive conservatives are forever real, I have to give credit where credit is due. With two generations of faux-newz, Limbaugh and now Alex Jones living in the full bloom of a self imposed ignorance orgy, a few lost souls within the Republican political machine have definitely proven their value. There really are a few Republicans that can lay claim to being the smartest guys in the room. Jesus H. Christ! Look at what they’ve done!

    Who the genius men are doesn’t matter. In fact, at this point, like the article linked to below, they can remain anonymous forever. For they have won, dear worst-reader. They have won gloriously. And how do I know they’ve won? Just read the linked NYT op-ed. Written by conservatives for conservatives and for republicans and for neo-liberals, the tone, texture, cadence of their words is clear:

    Even though our Doctor Frankenstein has given you your #Trump monster, have no fear. We, the true, real conservatives are still here to battle the coming inroads of liberals who do as we do–they just fcuk you softer… and won’t protect your 2nd Amendment rights to shoot abortionists. -worstwriter bitterness

    It is truly shocking to read the NYT op-ed. Obviously a few of the smartest guys in the room have seen some reality, they’ve seen what their years and years and years of republican political trickery has lead to. But do they really care for what is about to happen? How hard the fall will be when it finally hits bottom? Of course not. Like republicans and conservatives and most neo-liberals, so much $hit is hitting the fan right now in my beloved & missed #Americant, not even the smartest guys in the room know enough to fix it. And so, you spin it. They actually have the gall to write krapp like this NYT anonymous op-ed in the hopes it will be a kind of padding for when the wall or floor or ceiling of their fail-upwardness crashes. And that’s the ticket, dear worst-reader. Things are about to crash and the only question that remains is who has life-boats, where are the parachutes, can you put some padding on those shoreline rocks I see below?

    In other words, when republicans, i.e. those who made this whole $hitshow more than any Democrat ever did, tries to tell you that there are adults in the room who care about what’s going on, take a look at the smoke screen they are also pumping out of their a$$es.

    Rant on.

    T

    Link that motivated this post:

  • 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

    Links that motivated this post:

  • 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

  • Uncode Yourself – Before It’s Too Late

    capitalism and freedom friedman

    Subtitle 1: It’s Too Late!

    Subtitle 2: Thoughts on re-read of Milton Friedman’s Capitalism and Freedom.

    “The Liberal conceives of men as imperfect beings. He regards the problem of social organisation to be as much a negative problem of preventing “bad” people from doing harm as of enabling “good” people to do good; and, of course, “bad” and “good” people may be the same people, depending on who is judging them.” -Milton Friedman

    Sound familiar, dear worst-reader? Sound anything like what President Stupid said when trying to explain there are good and bad people on both sides of Charlottesville, VA, 2017? With that in mind, is it time to wake up to the embedded code that makes up this/your sucker>fool #MAGA again again again, etc.?

    The code has got you.

    On the one hand, some refer to the code as the bubble. Others may call it the narative. Then there’s drinking the kool-aide. Let’s stick with bubble, shall we.

    “Dude, you’re stuck in a bubble and that’s why you can’t understand what I’m fcuking trying to tell you.”

    Of course, the issue being discussed is that of politics. Witnessing a discussion in America with Americans about politics is indeed a sight to behold. But who doesn’t like watching monkeys alternate their thumbs between ass to mouth? And speaking of monkeys, politics and the krapp #Americant has gotten itself into. Here a few random thoughts as to how it got this way.

    • Can you pay off all your debt in thirty days, two months, less than six months?
    • How are those multiple mortgages that you took out; think you bought low, got some great fictional interest rates; and now no one can pay rent to feed that low interest?
    • Worried about seeing a doctor, dentist, or even calling an ambulance?
    • Finance a car for seven years lately, sucker? Seriously. Seven year car financing. Are cars made to last that long?
    • How does it feel to be part of the minority-rule supporting the 1% because you’re too fcuking stupid to have thought about this over the past thirty years?
    • And let’s not even talk about credit cards, student loans, etc.

    But there’s more code.

    “On the one hand, if the minority feels strongly about the issue involved, even a bare majority will not do. Few of us would be willing to have issues of free speech, for example, decided by a bare majority.” -M. Friedman

    “That’s a demon I will take down, or I’ll die trying. So that’s it. It’s going to happen, we’re going to walk out in the square, politically, at high noon, and he’s going to find out whether he makes a move man, make the move first, and then it’s going to happen. It’s not a joke. It’s not a game. It’s the real world. Politically. You’re going to get it, or I’m going to die trying, bitch. Get ready. We’re going to bang heads. We’re going to bang heads.” -Alex Jones about Robert Mueller (who is investigating President Stupid for being stupid)

    What is your favourite code? I know the favourite code of certain types of stupid, ugly white people. And I assure it has nothing to do with an app for your phone. But let’s not get too complicated. Here an example of some very simple non-app code: unite the right rally. Why would a country need such a rally in 2017? Has the right been so convoluted/diluted over the years–you know, post 1865–that it has to unite (again)? If so, how does such a thing permeate through time & space of the American Dream (sarcasm off)? Indeed. What motivates these really, really ugly, stupid white people to do such a thing? That’s right. Code. The code of language, of gesture, of eye-contact, clothing, crocs. And so, after recently reading a brilliant book, I began to ask: what is this code?

    Last night in an ill-motivated and drunken stupor I reached for my e-reader and immediately called up Milton Friedman’s Capitalism and Freedom. I started re-reading…

    Chapter 2: The Role of Government in a Free Society

    “The mere mention of royalties, copyrights, patent; shares of stock in corporations; riparian rights, and the like, may perhaps emphasise the role of generally accepted social rules in the very definition of property. It may suggest also that, in many cases, the existence of well specified and generally accepted definition of property is far more important than just what the definition is.” -M. Friedman

    “That depends on what ‘is’ is.” -Bill Clinton

    Yes. Re-reading Milton Friedman while suffering a kind of panic-attack, especially while sorrow-raging over a twenty-nine year old minimum wage airport worker stealing a commercial airplane, crashing it in a fit of suicide, and then listening to the Newz (The Media?) never ask once why a human being would resort to such a thing. Yeah, reason enough to re-read Friedman, eh. Then again, the thing that hit me is that there is something that connects all of this. What connects is not just all the (bad) Newz, don’t you know. But also all the blatant stupidity that has somehow given rise to THE CODE. Which begs the questions: Is the code emerging, showing its true face? If yes, what’s brought it out? Is it the sorrow-rage of mass suicide on a social and cultural and epidemic scale that no one wants to question? Does the code include the peripheral that goes beyond killing yourself by hi-jacking a commercial airline but also to take with you as much as you can–as the Vegas Shooter (2017) did? Have these people understood the code–a bit too well?

    Who are the code writers?

    Seriously. I always thought Milton Friedman was one scary motherf’er. The $hit he writes, man. All pure code. And how many people follow him? How many adore him? But it doesn’t stop there. I had no idear that he could be topped. I suppose, in a way, after reading extensive research about him, and now having discovered someone even worse, I’m afraid to go anywhere near a guy like James M. Buchanan. Is it because, maybe, like so many of my #Americant brethren, I’m worried something might turn me? You know, convert me, show me the light, redeem me in the confusion-hate of John the Baptist and his lead-tainted industrial river greed water? Reading one of these crackpots is enough, ain’t it? Please let it be enough. And although I will admit I am tempted to dabble in Hayek for posterity’s sake, please don’t let me go near the likes of James M. Buchanan. Aghast!

    As stated, since reading Capitalism and Freedom during a Bali trip ca. 2006/7, and only being impressed with the first two chapters, although I did read the whole book, something tethered my thoughts back to it recently after opening the can of worms that is hate-economics e.g. Friedman & Co. And it’s all about how they write not what they write. Well, it’s also about what they write. Nomatter.

    Code. Code. Code.

    Code is what these crackpot, dogmatic, idealist, pseudo-economists use when they write books. (Ok. “pseudo” probably not applicable but I’ll keep it all the same.) And their books are nothing more than how-to guides on economic authoritarianism. That’s right. They really are writing how-to books for fascists. Remember, fascism is capitalisms answer to communism, per F.A. Hayek. Yes. These man produce easy guides (easy for the edumacated pawns of the fascist dear leader) about how to oppress people, nations, etc. using economic torture. And boy are they good at it. Friedman & Co., baby. They have been feeding the mind of greed-mongers for at least a century now. And look at the result.

    Obviously, President Stupid is taking the code to new levels. Perhaps he’s even side-stepping convention in his use of the code. But make no mistake, dear worst-reader, he too is a code-monger. I mean, come on. At least Friedman can articulate a thought and make it intellectual–even if it is an evil thought. President Stupid does it on Twitter where he’s able to spew code to the redneck shitkickers at the base of the alt-right, right-wing, WWE, fly-over states, free t-shirts and hats make millions of minions vote. And that’s how you activate the electoral college, #Hillary.

    Side note: The reason Twitter won’t cancel Alex Jones after Apple and other tech companies have, is because of #Trump. Think about it. Just look at the number of President Stupid followers. Then calculate how much it might cost in stock value if Twitter were to actually do the right thing. (Yeah, Twitter can’t afford it.)

    But I digress.

    Code Code Code.

    “It is therefore clearly possible to have economic arrangements that are fundamentally capitalist and political arrangements that are not free.” -M. Friedman

    Two words out of this last quote. Capital and Free. Milton Friedman’s book is titled “Capitalism and Freedom”. Perhaps, not unlike Einstein’s E=MC2, which is also a kind of code, Friedman has found a way to explain everything in the most simple terms. The only problem is that Einstein eventually came around to the destructive power of his code. Friedman died laughing about the suckers he turned to fools with his code. Indeed. Friedman’s Capitalism and Freedom is ONLY about capitalist being free to do what ever the fcuk they want. And they do so via code:

    Capital + Freedom = Freedom for Capitalists nomatter what the result.

    Or maybe not.

    Either way, good luck on your journey (#Americants) from being turned suckers to fools.

    -Rant on

    T

  • The Patriotism Monkey Gnawing On Your Back Or How To Be Ruled By A 30% Minority

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    Subtitle of this worst-post: The reasons President Stupid is so overtly, well, stupid.

    The stupid currently running everything in my beloved & missed #Americant is there because, basically, it’s all part of a plan. Seriously. Stupid isn’t just stupid. It can be more. It can even be stupider. Or. Only this much stupid can attract the mindless, zombie automatons that make up the conservative base of #Americant that elect not just #Trump but all other conservatives–including pseudo-conservatives better known as: neo-liberals, libertarians, free-market moguls, etc. And while on the subject of #Americant stupid, don’t miss the brilliant bottling of it by Sash Baron Cohen (see link below). Indeed. Stupid begets elections where the willing and able so gallantly make choices that are obviously not in their best interest–and they do so because, well, like a puppy-child so cute and sweet, they caint healp themselves. And they do it year after year–since that actor was elected in 1982 who can be accredited with literally starting this whole $hitshow of stupid. And so, at this point there can only be #Trump.

    Here’s a short list of #Trump’s stupid that represents the whole lot of it, i.e. #Americant:

    • The supreme dear leader of #Americant victimhood
    • Meritless achievement galore
    • Super Bowl of blame game
    • An Oscar for scapegoating
    • Self interest to the point of collective annihilation
    • Hillary’s “Deplorables” plus Romney’s 47% equals the 30% that rules you, etc.

    And while on the subject of 30% and stupid…. I’ve always believed that there is a small part of #Americant that runs the whole $hitshow. That doesn’t mean I’m talking in terms of conspiracy-theory, though. Please keep that in mind. I got Alex Jones & Co., out of my system a long time ago. Also. I really don’t think there is something akin to a star-chamber where a group of cigar smoking white men rule the world. Again. I got the whole bat$hit #Americant conspiracy-theory krapp out of my system. The whole expatriate-thing kinda helped things along, don’t you know. Which means, dear worst-reader, I got out of the greed $hitbag show long before reality-TV chose President Stupid! Which makes me kinda clairvoyant. Indeed. But there is something out there, something in the space-time continuum, that does connect a fairly small portion of the population that has the ultimate goal of promoting stupidity-galore as a means of capital production. That something is a voice–as in how and what is spoken/said. That something is a way of thinking–as in think like me and be or think otherwise and you are own your own. That something is also about clothing–which might be a reason why nomatter where I travel in the world you can always tell when an #Americant is nearby. Or have a good look at the uniforms the automatons wear (as in suits or plaid shirts or button downs with khakis) to their compulsive behaviourists jobs. (Btw, nobody works anymore. They/you behave. -Just thought it appropriate to throw that in there.) Just walk around NYC, Wash DC when the automatons do their thing. Hence a few creative types were able to come up with the zombie entertainment industry. But I’m probably off-subject again. What I’m trying to get at is, there is a small portion of my beloved & missed #Americant that has literally executed history’s greatest coup d’etat. This coup d’etat is not about a dictator or even oligarchs. It is about greed and power and a population that is wanton of it without understanding it, let alone knowing who or what wields it. It is about making sure that those people–who give us THE LIST ABOVE–don’t lose too much face on account they’ve got nothing and have never had anything which means they have never nurtured life, love or creativity. The #Americant way, baby.

    And on that worst-note, here is my transcription of a brilliant interview between Bill Maher and Malcolm Nance where the 30% is mentioned.

    From the show Real-Time with Bill Maher, Ep.#467. Podcast link to this show is below.

    -Begin transcript-

    Bill Maher: What do you think the meeting that Putin and Trump had for two hours (Helsinki) was about? They were there together. You know. (Mimicking Trump.) Just talk to me. Like. There are no cameras, no audience. We’re just having a couple of brewskis. (Stop mimic.) What did they really say to each other? What did Putin want? What did Trump want? Are they as overt as… (Mimicking Trump.) Hey thanks so much for winning the last election for me. You know we got another one coming up. (Laughter.) Do something for me. I promise you I’ll get the sanctions lifted. (Stop mimic.) Is it that naked?

    Malcolm Nance: I wouldn’t be so sure if it was that naked. I think it was… I think they’ve already got that plan hashed out. I think that Trump, in 2012, sorry, 2013, when he went to Miss Universe (in Moscow), met with the top twelve oligarchs in Russia, in secret, just like this (Helsinki). When he went in there he was a blank slate. When he walked out he was spouting–to this day–the Kremlin party line on the elimination of NATO, the breakup of the European Union, getting America out of all of its treaty obligations, the elevation of Vladimir Putin that could only have been put into his head by men who are so rich that he’s jealous of their riches. (Audience applause.) So whatever they said in that meeting… I’ll tell you what I told Chris Matthews the other day on Hardball. I think what happened there was a secret Yalta which was the meeting in the 1940s between Churchill, Roosevelt and Stalin where they divided up the Western world as it was going to look at the end of World War 2. I think though that that meeting heralded the realignment of the Western world.

    Maher: And what is it?

    Nance: Well. You break it up. The first thing is you destroy the Atlantic Alliance.

    Maher: Right.

    Nance: Breaking up the United States, NATO, the European
    capitals and you angle it to a pole between an autocratic Washington and an autocratic Moscow leading to an axis of other European autocracies after you knock down their governments. And Trump did that. He called for… While he was sitting at Theresa May’s table he called for regime change in Britain.

    Maher: This is his plan. To do it in the open, right?

    Nance: Yes.

    Maher: I know guys like this. Who cheat on their wife. (Mimicking Trump.) This might be the most popular
    restaurant, honey. If I was cheating would I be sitting here with my hand on her ass? (Laughter.) Yeah, that’s… That’s his method, right? He does it right in the open and people can’t believe it. I mean. In his tweet this week about (Jeff) Sessions. That he should close down the investigation. The admission to Lester Holt. It’s all out in the open.

    Nance: Yeah. But he’s doing it… He’s only speaking to the thirty percent of the population in the United States…

    Maher: But we can see him.

    Nance: Yes.

    Maher: And we can hear him. We can hear him. I don’t know if he knows that.

    Nance: Yeah.

    Maher: All right.

    Nance: And he doesn’t care.

    Maher: All right. I gotta go. You’re a great Patriot. Thank you

    -end transcript-

    -Rant on

    T

    Links that motivated this post:

  • Opening Bottled Stupid Or Another Story Of #Americant Run Amok Galore

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    Well, this was supposed to be kind of a worst-post based on the newz-links at the end but instead I got caught up in an email exchange with an Old Friend and let myself get a bit off worst-topic. Good luck 1.

    The following is an email exchange mixed what I consider to be some of my best worst-writing. That is, it’s totally convoluted, somewhat in-cohesive and angrily confused. Also, much of the yelling and screaming between worst-writer and my Old Friend back home has been removed on account… See good luck 1 above. Good luck 2.

    Oh. And one more thing. “Old Friend” in this post has been replaced with Worst-Reader. Good luck 3.

    Worst-writer: Are you in touch with the Jeff Sessions, new #SCOTUS pick and President Stupid, dear worst-reader?

    Worst-reader: Sessions? Really? Dude you gotta get over it. I told you, Trump is just one more step to the Market State. Sessions is the beginning. He is nothing. Wait till real lawyers are in there with real billionaires running the country. This is just a side show.

    –end correspondence with worst-reader out of pure shock.

    Pause. Worst-writer proceeds to fill glass with ice and white wine. It’s approaching 100 degrees here in Germania.

    Continue correspondence.

    Worst-writer to Dear worst-reader: If you’re serious about Jeff Sessions, you are waaaaay out of touch. And not just out of touch with reason but also with history. Either that or you’re drunk. But don’t worry. I’m gettin there, too.

    And so, allow me… (and brace yourself.)

    Another pause. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.

    Dear worst-reader: You do know who bows to fascist power, don’t you? All of them, from Fiat to Mercedes Benz to big-bank here or there (in old Europe). They all bowed front and backwards to the fascists. And remember:

    The Germans and Italians lost WW2 but fascism won! (-George Carlin)

    Let’s start with Sessions and go from there.

    Sessions is a KKK shitbag fascist. The KKK and ALL racists love fascism. In fact, when business fails—as it ultimately must when capitalism runs amok as it’s currently doing in its present neo-feudal form–ALL business people will turn to fascism, too. How will you, Dear worst-reader, choose your living standard when the rug is pulled out from under you?

    Are you feeling the tug yet?

    If you think Trump is a pawn of Wall Street lawyers and billionaires, WOW! And you call me out of touch?

    Wall Street and ALL American bankers hate Trump. In fact, one of the reasons he’s so popular among republican shitbags is because he represent… Wait for it. That’s right. He represents the 7 deadly sins (pride, lust, sloth, greed, envy, wrath and gluttony) that is rural and middle-class America. Since people have allowed themselves to be convinced of the lie of individuality and/or the lie of the American-Dream and only know how to bitch & moan via faux-newz, thereby blaming everybody and everything but themselves for the error of giving republicans so much power for the past 30 years, Trump jumped on the hate wagon. How original, eh. He and so many cocksuckers like him have been riding these sins all their lives. Yeah, #Americant, baby.

    #Trump, indeed.

    Btw, that’s why Trump is beholden to Russia—and he most likely has broken laws here. He was smart enough to find Russian oligarchs that use him as their money launderer. How else can he afford huge money losing golf courses in Scotland and Ireland? How does he pay for that stupid jet of his? He skims off what he can from money laundering cocksuckers that prevented Russia from becoming a legitimate country after the USSR failed. Trump then hides his money from US tax authorities. Oh wait! Business people, like you, Dear Worst-Reader, think that’s “smart”, right? Yeah. The conman is smarter than the conned. Only in #Americant, baby! Anywho. Trump thought he finally made it out of NYC shitting on him for so many years because he really is a useless, cocksucking spoiled baby jerk-off–with a Russian connection. And who knows. Maybe he has finally made it. Then again, since he’s still disgusting to any rational thinking person—and there are some left—how do you think he’s gonna pay them all back–for this his last great con-job? Or is there no collective spite in gun-ridden, rascist, bat$hit #Americant?

    And one more thing. The man is beholden to Russian oligarchs and Putin. That’s clear. And when he finally wrecks everything, how will fascist US business interests, and all you cocksucking corporate automatons, all beholden to the failing mighty dollar, react then?

    Yeah. The ingredients are there and I’ve consolidated them quite well for you here. Share it with your fascists friends, if you like.

    But one more thing.

    Even though Trump is a moron he’s obviously studied the likes of Mussolini. Just watch one of Trump’s rallies. Mussolini rose to power in the same manner. Obviously, the American system is much more robust than that of Italy at the end of the 19th century but the similarities are there.

    And even one more thing about Jeff Sessions. Why was Sessions picked to run DOJ for a Trump presidency? Btw, have you been reading about Trump’s latest SCOTUS pick? With Sessions at DOJ and, in the near future, a possibly full fascist SCOTUS, i.e. the 3rd branch of government, who is gonna pay who when push comes to shove and the US House of Representatives is made impotent? Two out of three branches of government, baby!

    Shame your bubble can’t let you see that.

    And so.

    This is not a side show. You are in the middle of something that’s been going-on since the 80s, dude. And it’s being perpetrated by republicans. Be thankful that I’m so far out of your bubble to at least try and inform you.

    -Rant on

    T

    Links that motivated this post:

  • The Good Book In One Hand, Burning #Americant Flag In The Other

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    No. Seriously. It was the re-election of Dubya Dip$hit Bush back in ’04 that probably sealed the deal that I would never repatriate to my beloved & missed #Americant. I really didn’t think things could get any worst, though, after Dip$hit Dubya. And so. Dear worst-reader. Welcome to my… getting worst-world galore.

    I can’t forget an argument I had with a (former) friend in early in 2017. President Stupid had just taken office and when I questioned who she voted for she proudly said: Jill Stein.

    “So you elected the Donald, eh,” I said. “You know, it’s the same as when Bill Clinton was elected. Do you know how he won with less than half the votes of the #Americant people. It was that silly little Tex-ass whimpy billionaire Ross Perot.”

    “Who? What? No. I just can’t stand Hillary,” she said.

    Well, at least she was that level of honest.

    Long worst-story short, I went ballistic on her because when questioned what the hell was wrong with Hillary all she could say was what she had heard from news sources and their partisan talking points that had been spewed about Hillary for the better part of twenty years. I guess that’s how you kill liberalism, too.

    “You do realise that Hillary has never done one thing wrong. Not one. So saying you voted for Jill Stein because you dislike  Hillary based on what you’ve heard is the same as electing President Stupid,” I said. “Which means you must secretly like him.”

    “You’re stupid,” she said.

    So I left the #Americant grade-school play-ground sandbox and a few days later returned to my golden cage of Germania. I’ve been on pins and needles since. Reason? The worst part about how #Americants elected President Stupid isn’t just his hair, his ugly and seething personality, his banality and that butthole of a mouth that he can’t close. No. The worst part is the power of the office he possesses and how that can sooooo negatively effect the future of humanity. Point being: It’s one thing that the party he represents stole a #SCOTUS appointment from Barry-O. It’s another thing that President Stupid has picked the ugly of the ugliest as his second #SCOTUS appointment. I mean, ugly is ugly but it can’t be said enough. And so…

    When fascism comes to the stupidity of #Americant it will arrive with a Bible in one hand and the flag in the other. (-Not sure who said it but its worth forever repeating.)

    Welcome to your nightmare land of free to be stupid.

    -Rant on

    T

    Link the motivated this post:

  • Worst-Writer Newz Break: From Russia With Luv Or Porn In The Voting Booth

    The thing to keep in mind, dear worst-reader, if you are at all confused about the whole #Trump colluding with Russia thing, is this: nomatter what happened during the campaign and nomatter what the Russians did, the #Americant people, in collusion with a manipulated Constitution and its Electoral College, were the only ones who voted in November of 2016. Nobody else elected this moron to the highest office of the land. And so. Those who voted republican and those who did not vote for Hillary, you’re to blame for this krapp. Also. If you voted that way, then you are the one that colluded with STUPID and have given the world more than just #Trump. I mean, seriously. I never thought I’d say this. But I’m actually starting to feel bad for President Stupid. This moron is in such trouble–and he obviously doesn’t know it–that one can only sit back and watch the freak show. While doing so one can even shed a tear or three–not over him but instead over the fact that a once great nation-state–indeed a grand social experiment never before seen on this earth–is now nothing more than a nation of abysmal brainlessness galore. Of course, considering recent visit with the Russian two-bit dictator, those same tears might suddenly freeze up and turn into diamond bullets. Those bullets might then be propelled into the brains of the brainless. The bullets, upon penetration, will then shatter and splinter into a gazillion micro-titanium pieces of shrapnel that literally liquify the innards of humanity. This liquid will then become the cesspool of fun-galore that you must waddle in while never considering what you have done by electing this man to the presidency. And so. Long live President Stupid and his rule over Stupid! Long die those who made him. As for the rest of (worst-writers) who only bitch & moan, may the computer screens of voting booths continue showing free porn till the end of intellect-time.

    Good luck suckers.

    -Rant on

    T

    Newz links that motivated this post:
    – Big baby #Trump walk-back failure | DailyBeast
    – Guess who tries to reverse Russia thing? | BBC
    – President Stupid “bleeding badly” | Alternet

  • How You Know You’re A Conservative, Especially If You Think You’re Not

     

    There is a reason in my beloved & missed #Americant there are so many shows on brain-dead TV that make fun of conservatives. You know, The Daily Show, Samantha Bee, pretty much everything on Comedy Central and, of course, Stephen Colbert. The most obvious thing to keep in mind, though, is that conservatives, especially compared to liberals, are just easy to make fun of. Does that mean that Hillary isn’t easy to laugh at? Maybe. Conservatives–and I mean all conservatives–simply have a price to pay for their greed-mongering, for their bigotry, the hypocrisy. They deserve in the least to be made fun of–especially since they’ve won at everything else for the past thirty yrs. Seriously. The best joke a conservative mind can come up with is: three Hillarys walk into a bar where there’s an email server, Benghazi and a blue dress stained with the same sticky stuff that keeps #Trumps hair….

    But I digress.

    Beyond the funny stuff, the political $hit liberals do–at least in the past thirty or so years–hasn’t been about propping up rich people (although I’ll agree that certain aspects of that is arguable, especially considering Blue-Dogs and neo-liberals), wars-of-choice or religious nuttery that goes beyond the extreme bat$hit humanity tried to purge itself of with things like, gee, I don’t know… The fcuking enlightenment. Anywho.

    I’ve been worst-thinking lately about what makes a conservative and how you can tell someone is, in their heart of hearts, conservative. The problem I’m having reaching any conclusion though is that I’m not smart enough to figure it all out. You know, empirical study; analysing/figuring $hit out like a professor would, etc. I’m sure a philosopher somewhere has touched upon the issue. I’m obviously far from discovering that piece of work, though. So I’m just gonna go with my prejudices here in reaching my own worst-conclusion. That’s right, I’m prejudice against conservatives and conservatism. One of the main reasons for that is how it’s all become so obvious that conservatism (of late) has embraced certain aspects of political extremism that, at best, borders on fascism. Beyond all the other uglies they espouse, a really bad part of being a fascist or a conservative is that these people simply are not funny. Nor do they know how to take a joke.

    So let me cut to the chase. The pics above are examples of how you can tell if someone is a conservative–even if they say they aren’t. Just look at the pictures. If they/you laugh or giggle at the pics they/you are a conservative (in your heart of hearts). This little experiment also includes, buy-the-by, libertarians and Blue-Dog Democrats, i.e. neo-liberals. FYI. Libertarians, IMHO, are nothing more than republicans without any balls. Blue-Dogs and neo-liberals are cocksucking corporatists that haven’t yet seen the light about what it is they do–i.e. pawn of the piper–in order to make a living (on the backs of others). And so.

    You are a conservative if you find the pics above in any way humorous. The reason for that is easy: the pictures depict something that is not only true but not twisted enough to be comical. For example, #Trump treats #Americants like children doing yard work (and #Americants obviously like it that way). The reality of the pic, though, which the motif subverts, is too deep for a conservative mind to actually grasp. And so… A conservative will giggle at #Trump bullying a little boy and his lawnmower. Whereas someone with a mind, with intellect, will see the picture for what it is: the truth.

    Women, so many of whom enabled #Trump irregardless of his locker-room banter, drink the tears of liberals while sunbathing in their own grab them by the pu$$y swimwear. Which is fine as long as some other woman’s pu$$y is being grabbed. And while I’m on the subject, why isn’t there a pu$$yhat protest everyday in #Americant? Why aren’t stars from hollywood, especially the hot ones, boycotting the moneyed interests of movie makers who are benefitting from the mindless tax cuts for the rich that President Stupid dished out and that only adds to what has to be paid for by others in the future?

    Only an a$$hole can in anyway believe that #Trump was some kind of protest against the establishment. If #Trump has proved anything about who and what he really is, he is a great–if not the greatest–conman the united mistakes of #Americant has ever seen. There is a whole country of a$$holes that have fallen for his con.

    And then there’s the grand painting of #Trump and (his) stubby. Although the portrait is humorous in its clarity and uniqueness, it is so real that one can only scream in absolute horror–unless you’re a conservative–which means you’ll either shun it or giggle at it. And so. Here is President Stupid of the greatest land ever of Free To Be Stupid in all his/its glory.

    Good luck suckers.

    -Rant on

    -T

    PS Another way to know if you’re conservative is if words like millennial, LGBTQ, borders, immigrants, PC or political correctness, liberal this or liberal that, etc., etc., appear in the news you’re consuming. And although I think those words are important, be careful who is writing/saying them. It’s usually someone full of lots of uglies on account them words ain’t the issue(s).

  • The Collusion Illusion Mudpie And Other Ingredients Of The Land Of Free To Be Stupid Cake

    Subtitle: Thoughts on recent email exchange with an old friend.

    I do not think Trump’s collusion with Russia was about his wanting to be president. It was, though, about the next level of dirty-pool conservatives are willing to play and/or tolerate in order to maintain the(ir) greed $hit show. The greed $hit show, by-the-buy, is what conservatives have been cultivating since Ronald Reagan. Obviously there are multitudes of #Americants that have fallen into a state of über-delusion here, not only for President Stupid and his antics, but also for what it is that Conservatism really represent. Indeed. Sucker born every minute? Americans all are just millionaires down on their luck. Get rich quick, baby. Etc.

    And that’s all fine and well. I mean, I managed to get out of the greed $hit show while it was in infancy. And to be honest, even I am surprised at how it’s all developed in both a Orwellian and Huxley way. Which brings me directly to my forever next favourite rant when it comes to #Americant political chaos.

    Did you know, dear worst-reader, that #Trump is not upholding and protecting the constitution? I mean, other than pardons and legislative veto, it’s really the only f’n job of the President. But then again, considering the state of #Americant, its lust for reality TV, WWE and, of course, money money money, is anyone really surprised at the state of democracy and the political abomination that it has mustered? With that in mind, after a recent exchange with an old friend (who is a closeted conservative that thinks gallivanting with liberals is something cool), the issue of the current Trump investigation and his collusion with Russians has gotten under my gander.

    Above and beyond collusion with Russians regarding the 2016 election, here are the main things that President Stupid is doing in order to further not only his personal get-rich off of suckers presidency but also furthering the Republican greed $hit show galore–and reason enough to investigate the orange, ugly haired, abomination that is President Stupid. My only regret after all this will eventually end is that all the dumba$$ #Americants that enabled this, will walk scott-free enjoying Stupid-Cake forevermore. Or will they?

    • 14th Amendment (citizenship and guarantee of protection under the law)
    • 12th Amendment (the popular vote v. electoral college)
    • 1st Amendment (free speech and religion)
    • 5th Amendment (due process under the law; worst-writer is not sure about this one yet but I’m working on it)
    • Emolument clause (enrichment through his various businesses, family connections, etc.)
    • Pardons (there is a pattern of who is being pardoned)

    The constitution was never meant to be an agenda platform, yet conservatives are doing their best to make it just that. I mean, do Angel Gabriel trumpets go off in your inner ear when conservatives and republicans–or #MAGA again again $hitkickers from the flyover states–claim free speech when neo-nazis, racists or religious bigots try to claim foul play when their voices are curbed? Or have you forgotten Charlottsville, VA. and President Stupid’s reaction to it? Or how about watching him speak at one of his so-called rallies? The way this man addresses a horde of mongrel-like automatons all dressed in Walmart made-in-china I’m With Stupid t-shirts has to be Joseph Goebbels’ well-timed grand wet dream. Combine a man like #Trump with the tentacles of the Republican Party and a pretty ugly, history-repeating political machine, I’m worst-guessing a pattern is beginning to emerge.

    With that in mind, I have to give credit where it is due. Conservatives have been playing this/their dirty-pool game quite well for quite some time, especially since Ronald Reagan. (That’s right. Nixon didn’t play it well. But that’s a whole nother worst post.) Not only gerrymandering, politics in churches, and of course the projected (as in Freudian projection) of “liberal media” has served this dirty rotten wet-dream game well. All of that, to me, is really why Hillary and Dems lost and are still losing. Dems, as corruptible as they or may not be, just can’t play the $hit show like republicans can. (Heck, as far as I’m concerned, that’s reason enough to never vote anything conservative.) It’s also the reason I resort to generalising all forms of Stupid to explain everything American now, i.e. #Americant. A huuuuuge number of brain washed Americans (The Stupid; #Americants) are oblivious to the manipulation they face every day. But I suppose that would be the hardest thing to convince them of as I can so easily see it being such a far-fetched expat, stilted upon a pedestal of viewing the whole $hit show from thirty-thousand feet, albeit with a huuuuuge telescope to assist my view.

    Fail upwards and all will be well.

    #MAGA again again. Etc.

    Of course, trying to get dirt on Hillary and/or simply making deals, positioning himself to make deals, etc., is what President Stupid (of land of free to be stupid) is all about. Or? And hey, good for him. Good for all you moneyed, greed-mongers. For your payday has come to pass. Yeah, baby. Trump is your payday and I can’t think of anything or anyone more deserving. But before I get too far off this worst-subject…

    One of the things that really gets under my skin is how my beloved & missed #Americant has lost touch with liberalism. To me, liberalism is what made America great in the first place. It wasn’t industrialisation, it wasn’t the stock market, it most certainly wasn’t bluejeans, iPhones or the Wright Brothers. No. Liberalism, which is the only political connection to freedom, is why and how America came to be. And yet currently it is in a state of demonisation. So it’s no wonder that a worst-mind like mine can only refer to something that was once so cool as The Land Of Free To Be Stupid or #Americant. Or? Combine that with people who think a “liberal” can be a big-brother (the most conservative Orwellian tool there is) is astonishing. Indeed. That’s what my old friend claimed in our recent email exchange. He claimed that he never thought liberals would be arbiters of Big Brother. He thought it would be the conservatives. Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?

    And so, there a lot of people out there that have been persuaded not only to misunderstand Orwell but also to be told what or how to think of or about him. Obviously this is another reason why someone like #Trump was able to get elected even though Hillary got almost 4 million more votes. But don’t get me wrong. Trump definitely won the election. The 12th Amendment and the Constitution worked, i.e. the electoral college worked. Yet there are so many people incapable of truly grasping and understanding what’s become of America that has obviously given way to the likes of Trump… I guess the power of money is the only truth left. And so. Allow me to paraphrase the likes of Mark Twain and any other liberal (as in free minded) person: every American is a millionaire down on his luck and a religious bigot waiting for his/her cocktail of stupidity cake en masse.

    Or maybe not.

    Rant on.

    -T

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  • Does History Repeat Slowly, Panickly Or Trumply? Predicting Your Great Depression v2.0

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    What is it that makes #Americant? I mean, what is the thing or things that enable and facilitate the race to the bottom empire that is my beloved and missed United Mistakes? Probably at the top of the list is war mongering. And not just any war mongering. The fact that perpetual war is being waged and not paid for should say everything about the dysfunction-junction that history’s greatest consume-to-survivors live (with)in. But that ain’t all.

    The next thing that makes #Americant has to be the banking system. More importantly, it is a banking system that in its essence has become feudal. You know, as in neo-feudal. Or is it neo-liberal? Difference? Nomatter. Since the 1970s the reliance on credit as enabler of consumption is über-obvious. To hide this reality, though, at least two generations of #Americants have absolved themselves from resisting the grand delusion-illusion that is debt. Hence, it’s really not difficult understanding why/how words/concepts like fake-news, deep-state and Trump is President get their meaning via the mindset that says/believes them (has fallen for them).

    Of course, this level of delusion-illusion has been faced before. You know, there was a time when spending candy-money had a payday. It is called The Great Depression. Obviously, worst-writer is no economist so there’s not much I can say about those times. But something has disturbed me over the past 30 or so years as I too consume-to-survive and superficially read about things that have already happened and are obviously destined to happen again, albeit with a different ugly wig atop its orange, disfigured mullet.

    For example. The way money flows these days is fcuking scary. You would think, in a so-called free-market, something would be able to counter the blatant display of greed and hoarding that is taking place before (y)our very eyes. Yet there is nothing to counter what is going on. Or is there?

    From a Wiki page here is a list of the causes of the The Great Depression.

    1. Debt liquidation and distress selling
    2. Contraction of the money supply as bank loans are paid off
    3. A fall in the level of asset prices
    4. A still greater fall in the net worths of business, precipitating bankruptcies
    5. A fall in profits
    6. A reduction in output, in trade and in employment
    7. Pessimism and loss of confidence
    8. Hoarding of money
    9. A fall in nominal interest rates and a rise in deflation adjusted interest rates

    Now. Most of the list above says very little to me. With that in mind, it does say this: If the list is true and in anyway applicable to today, then there is one thing that connects the past to what is about to happen in the now. And so. Allow me to redo the list as only worst-writer (the über non-economist) can.

    1. Debt liquidation and distress selling – who owns all the debt and how does owner and seller of that debt mesh? (China v. #Americant; Petro-Dollar v. world, etc.)
    2. Contraction of the money supply as bank loans are paid off – consider current repeal of Dodd-Frank (see links below) and then ask: why would any valid economy need subprime mortgages in the first place? And if that is totally besides the point, why the hell, for the past few years, can I only withdraw 200,-€ in cash from an ATM?
    3. A fall in the level of asset prices – since the US economy is dependent on war-mongering and a rentier (feudal) system (based mostly real-estate manipulation), i.e. it’s manufacturing base has been decimated since the 1980s which means there’s nothing else to make money with/on, which of the two will fail first and where can the money come from to pay for the aftermath? Answer: the only people with money are the same people that caused all these economic problems in the first place!
    4. A still greater fall in the net worths of business, precipitating bankruptcies – considering how companies are valued these days, especially via a delusional if not artificially maintained stock market, this confuses the hell out of me; can you say stock-buy-back?
    5. A fall in profits – how many huuuuuge corporations in #Americant are in a perpetual state of bankruptcy in order to stay in business? Think: airlines, automobile maker bailouts, etc.
    6. A reduction in output, in trade and in employment – manufacturing base decimation, gig-economy, un and under-employment, nuff said.
    7. Pessimism and loss of confidence – #MAGA again again; election of President Stupid by an even stupider voting constituency.
    8. Hoarding of money – yeah, just try to get some cash (see #2 above); who and how is money supply manipulated?
    9. A fall in nominal interest rates and a rise in deflation adjusted interest rates – I have no idear what the fcuk this means but $hit is fcuking expensive.

    As someone who may (or may not) inherit something someday, I’m often wondering about how the idear of value and how it has been slowly but surely manipulated–like everything else in our greed $hit show. I mean. Come on. Considering how this world turns, any rational person can tell you that there is basically no intrinsic value left in the system–unless you’re already rich. Reason? Everything is either outright owned, financed/indebted to the hilt, or in some kind of moneyed limbo that can only reflect a purgatory run by a Greed God–or two generations of greed-mongering middle-class morons. Or is it God of Greed? Nomatter.

    With all that in mind, here’s the thing I’m really worried about and probably should be added to the/my (2nd) list above. I believe that President Stupid was elected for a reason. That reason is simple. The conservative wing of my beloved #Americant has seen the light regarding what they’ve done for the past (insert number post WW2 here) years. In fact, #Americant is so invested in the irrationality of what conservatives have done, that there literally is no turning back. That also means it’s full speed ahead in the realm of President Stupid.

    What better shill could there be to cover up for what Conservatives have done than to elect the perfect numb-nut to head the $hit show as they let what they’ve done (naturally) burn down? And that’s the ticket, dear worst-reader. That’s what’s ahead right now as history repeats itself. Republicans, the arm of the old, greed-mongering white men that is #Americant, will burn the fcuking house down before they come clean regarding what they’ve done. Trump and those who voted for him are the trump-card to pull off the great burn down–i.e. The Great Depression v2.0.

    Good luck suckers.

    Link that motivated this post:

    Rant on.

    -T

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

    golden rain golden shower trump

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

    More on golden showers here.

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

    Link that motivate this post: Russia Thai Trump.

    Rant on.

    -T

  • Pseudo Book Review Of “Fire And Fury” Or If Only There Was More Space Between The Lines

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    Are you serious with this pic on the back of your book, Mr. Wolff? (Taken with iPhone6s directly off back cover.)

    Books with scary pictures of authors on inner or back covers should be avoided at all costs. I suppose that goes for worst-writers, too. At least that’s what I used to tell myself–about real writers that actually get paid to write stuff. With that in mind, hats off to you Mr. Wolff. Which brings me to this worst-question: did Michael Wolff pick the pic (above) for the back cover or did some corpo automaton pick it for him? Answer: Nomatter.

    Just don’t let you kids near this guy–or President Stupid.

    And by-the-buy, I didn’t buy this book. Never in my wildest thoughts did I ever seriously consider even going near this book. What can one read about President Stupid that one hasn’t already had stuffed down his/her throat with gulps of desperation? Either that or one can just watch some moronic TV, preferably WWE or reality-tv, and one can be just as informed. And that’s not all. One can also watch redneck, white trash #americant. Indeed. Watch it or read it. For between the lines of this book might just be a chronicle of the end of the beginning… Or is it the beginning of the end? Nomatter. At the least Wolff is a damn good writer.

    I mean, he can spell and he knows how to use some big words. Or maybe not.

    Kudos to my son for gifting me this book for my birthday. It’s his thing, don’t you know. I mean, gifting books during gifting season. As best as I can tell he’s mostly only gifted me, his stepmom and his mother, books. Wait. He gifted some bath oil to my better-half recently. So I could be wrong. Jeez. He’s twenty now. I don’t really know what he’s up to anymore anyway, what his motivations are, youthful prodigy confusion, etc. Yet he gave me a book that he should be reading. Yes. This book is for the youth of tomorrow. For those who would see how things shouldn’t be. Oh my. Confusion. Ditto. Confusion.

    Let me begin this pseudo-review with some outtakes.

    • Chapter 20 (about The Mooch): “He had paid as much as half a million dollars to have his firm’s logo appear in the movie Wall Street 2 and to buy himself a cameo part in the film.”
    • Chapter 19(a): “Donald Trump’s sons existed in an enforced infantile relationship to their father, a role that embarrassed them, but one that they also professionally embraced. The role was to be Trump’s heirs and attendees. Their father took some regular pleasure in pointing out that they were in the back of the room when God handed out brains. Their sister Invanka, certainly no native genius, was the designated family smart person, her husband Jared the family’s smooth operator.”
    • Chapter 19(b): “The real swamp is the swamp of insular, inbred, incestuous interests (of Washington DC).”
    • Chapter 16: “In presidential annals, the firing of FBI director James Comey may be the most consequential move ever made by a modern president acting entirely on his own.”
    • Chapter 13: “The world of the rich is, in its fashion, self regulating. Social climbing has rules.”
    • Chapter 8: “It became almost immediately clear that the common purpose of the campaign and the urgency of the transition were lost as soon as the Trump team stepped into the White House. They had gone from managing Trump to the expectation of being managed by him–or at least through him and almost solely for his purposes. Yet the president, while proposing the most radical departure from governing and policy norms in several generations, had few specific ideas about how to turn his themes and vitriol into policy, nor a team that could reasonably unite behind him.”
    • Chapter 7 (on how money laundering works): “One way the process can work is, roughly speaking, as follows: an oligarch makes an investment in a more or less legitimate third-party investment fund, which, quid pro quo, makes an investment in Trump.”

    Chapter 7 is a particularly interesting chapter. It contains five theories on Trump’s Russia collusion which is, probably, the most significant aspect of Trump–other than his regime increasing the US debt to new highs. Of course, dear worst-reader, I read the book in February 2018. The book doesn’t really contain anything new as its content pretty-much ends around the fall of 2017. With that in mind, it does feel like the book is the script from which all news is being reported now. Yet some of it kept me almost enthralled.

    This book is, at best, a well chronicled history of the first six months to a year of President Stupid and more importantly President Stupid’s… Trump-ism. If you are anti-Trump then you can easily stomach this book. If you’re pro-Trump this book doesn’t matter because, well, like Trump, you probably don’t read anyway. Also, Wolff does a good job of hiding his biases in this book. Yet when one watches him try to sell it on tv or when he appears on the Interwebnets, it might not be so obvious if he is anti-Trump. Oh how the appearance of being objective might help sales. Except, of course, for the child molesting pic he put on the back cover of this book.

    Anywho.

    Even though I did find myself struggling through chapters here and there, skipping huge parts of Wolff’s attempt at making something interesting that obviously isn’t, I’d recommend this book. Reason? Trump is literally a projection of not just a weak, spoiled mind, but also of an America that is just as rotten. I mean, come on. How else could such a person get elected? And I’m not sure that was Wolff’s intention. This is certainly no prize-redeeming piece of work. Indeed. Wolff has done nothing more than chronicle a huge $hitshow. And he’s done it fairly well.

    Good luck suckers.

    Rant on.

    -T

  • Winston’s Fear Is Not The Rat

    Subtitle: What The Ancients Forgot In Their Writing Of The Dystopian Future We Live In Now.

    Since we are in this place dear worst-reader, this dystopia place so well designed and executed (but by whom), let’s have a moment or thrice to worst-write about fear, i.e., that which rules (us). I’m not one to say I fear nothing. I am afeared aplenty. Snakes, for example. I can’t stand them. Small and tight spaces is something else I can’t stand (platzangst). And then there’s my fear of height. Actually I don’t really suffer from a fear of heights. Instead I have a fear of distance. Specifically, I fear distance between my feet and the ground–and, in some cases, I fear the distance between smart people and stupid people. (But that’s all another post.) And then there’s one last fear I shall not forget. Perhaps this is the most important fear of them all. That’s right, dear worst-reader, I fear The Female. Better put, I fear the wrath of woman scorned. Yea, baby. Now that’s something to run away from–unless, of course, you’re a fan of comb-overs. And while on the topic of fear (and comb-overs), have a look at this to begin the process of dealing with the dystopia you’ve been putting-up:

    Nationally, Clinton picked up 54 percent of women voters compared with Trump’s mere 42 percent. But Trump outperformed Clinton among white women, winning 53 percent of voters in that demographic. Drilling down further, he beat Clinton among white women without college degrees by 27 points. In the three states that decided the election — Wisconsin, Pennsylvania, and Michigan — that margin was enough to send Trump to the White House.1

    The best way I’ve always found to describe fear, other than worst-writing about my beloved #americant and/or free-to-be-stupid people, is to worst-write about those who are so much better than worst-moi at doing it, e.g.: George Orwell and his wonderfully appropriate novel Nineteen Eightyfour. Specifically, understanding fear is best done by considering the fear of Winston Smith. As the story goes, it is revealed, after Winston meets a girl, that he is afraid of rats. Now, obviously, in the real world, in a world of man-rule (and not patriarchy miss-rule2), no man would freak out in front of a fresh lover when a rat pokes its head of a hole in her wall3. In fact, to prove his worthiness and to get another good fcuk out of her, a real man would kill that fcuking rat toot-suite and immediately after washing his hands (of the mess), do the nasty-deed again and thereby impose upon his new lover his obsession with other useful orifices. But enough about worst-writer’s fantasies.

    Orwell had to offer up something in his story to show how fear is used to control the automatons that enable the system. I guess rats were (are) a good place to start. What’s missing in the story, though, is the automatons. Lucky for us, dear worst-reader, we live in times where we don’t have to look any further to find the automatons that have caused our dystopia. They are among us, we among them. And so. The necessity of the state to inflict fear as a means of control has kinda shifted in the last few decades. Reason? Fear is now manifested in our inability to look under the comb-overs that rule us. And not just President Stupid’s comb-over. The reality is, the rat in the story means nothing. Winston’s face being eaten by that rat also means nothing. And another thing that means nothing is the love that Winston betrays–as though Orwell gives a hoot about love. Indeed. What Orwell is dealing with is how the world (and those in it) so willingly allow themselves to be ruled by what’s under their comb-overs.

    But I’m almost off subject. This is supposed to be yet another worst-post about worst-writer’s fear(s). And you know what motivated that fear? The women in the pic above that voted for president comb-over and the pic of the spider. Which one afears me more? And keep this in mind. Of all of the things I fear, one of them will NEVER be the spider. The reason for that is because I know the people that have enabled, facilitated our dystopia. You know them, too, dear worst-reader. Just take a moment. Take a deep breath. Feel the world clog up the lungs of your mind. Take a deep look at the spiders and snakes and distances (between us) that cause all the fear. And say with me: I am not afraid of spiders. I am only afraid of what that spider looks like, what it carries on its back, the texture that makes it what it is. It reminds so much of the mind-set of a woman scorned, of president stupid and of what’s underneath that which should be covered–forevermore.

    All hail THE COMB-OVER.

    Rant on.

    -T

    PS While I’m on yet another rant about blaming the women-folk for electing president stupid, the third pic above I thought would be appropriate. Maybe it’s not. Whatever.

    1. https://www.vox.com/policy-and-politics/2017/1/20/14061660/women-march-washington-vote-trump ↩︎
    2. Pun intended ↩︎
    3. Is there another pun here? ↩︎

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

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

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

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

    Look what you’ve done #americant.

    Good luck suckers.

    Rant on.

    -T

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  • Men With Combs Not Comb-Overs

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    Even when I had hair I never used a comb. For me it was a brush all the way. Is that why I’m baldy now? Nomatter.

    Let’s worst-discourse about #emails once again, shall we. It was not long ago when emails were the thang. Or have you forgotten about Hillary’s emails already? So much time, effort and worst-words were used to get Hillary and her emails. In the end, no one got her emails. Instead, we got president über stupid. But I’m not complaining, dear worst-reader. My beloved and missed former federalist compatriots do honestly deserve what they received in the last election. I mean, come on. All these years of republican rule and they still aren’t able to see through the cause of all the damage? (That’s right. All these years of repub rule. Or am I the only one to recognise 1) a presidents only legislation power is the veto and 2) since Reagan, other than a few Dem stints, the congress, i.e. the legislature, has been majority repub.) And since I jumped the $hitshow ship so many years ago, all I can do now is whisper my sympathy for all those dumbed-down back home. And then, maybe, post something that is but yet another wasted opinion. So if you’re curious as to why I do this, well, it goes something like this:

    Ha-Ha Ha Ha-Ha Ha Ha-Ha Ha Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Heeeee Hawww.

    Seriously. I’m laughing my a$$ off. Considering that #Trump was/is supposed to drain the swamp, it’s no surprise that the exact opposite has taken place. Trump’s doings have done nothing but enhance the swamp and, on top of that, turned all irrational, i.e. non-thinking females (gold diggers?) into ITS-ALL-PINK-ON-THE-INSIDE monsters because, well, and I’m almost sorry to have to say this, their pussies aren’t holly and maybe they should think twice about using it to get what they want out of this suck-a$$ life and thereby giving the rest of the world Trump.  But I digress.

    The only good thing that will come of the simple-minded fact that a special government prosecutor has come across thousands upon thousands of emails to help in his quest to bring down president stupid, is that at least a man with a real head of hair will be doing it. With that mind, may real men with great hair and real men without great hair bring down unreal men who fake everything anyways.

    Good luck suckers.

    Rant on.

    Link that motivated this post:

  • The Harvey Weinstein Apology

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    Subtitle: Or All Men Are Rapists And If So… Sorry About That.

    Disclaimer 1: this post is NSFW; it contains material of a sexual nature; some of it is also what I like to call pseudo-fiction. (Good luck with that.)

    Disclaimer 2: for those who can remember but don’t want to be reminded, this text contains NSFW material reminiscent of Guccione’s Penthouse Forum. Ah, those were the days!

    As much as I try, I can’t put myself in a mindset that can understand what women go through when it comes to sexual abuse. Seriously. I’ve tried. During one Halloween I dressed up like a sorority girl and I was sexual assaulted by numerous men. There was also the time I had my hair permed—when I still had hair—which was probably the most feminine thing I’ve ever done—and the guy that did it offered to blow me at least three times while I waited for the chemicals to set in; to this day I regret not letting him do it. During yet another period of experimentation I jerked off three dicks that stuck out of gloryholes—and not one of the recipients said thank you.

    But all belittlement aside.

    The thing I learned during my growing up days was that women, mostly because of men, have to have a different point-of-view when it comes to all-things sex. The simple-minded male oriented explanation for it is simple: it is just sex. For women…? Oh boy. Is it because there’s an added biological component that it’s different for women? You know, that whole procreation thing and the fact that women can be men but men can’t be mothers? Or is there something else?

    What I could never really grasp is what exactly goes through a woman’s mind when she faces the abuse? I mean, it’s been going on for so long is there a physiological, biological, chemical, ecological evolutionary change? Which brings me to this worst-question: was it ever really necessary that Daddy give his daughter away?

    Again. All belittlement aside.

    Sex is everything. Just look at how the world works. Money has failed us. Religion has failed us. What’s left? You’re either getting fucked or you’re doing the fucking. This differentiation, by-the-buy, is waaaaaaay beyond the birds and bees, don’t you know. Hence, what’s the point of sexuality or things like gender differentiation if everything is always just about getting your rocks off? And. Does political correctness actually mean what we think it means or is it ultimately just a call back to the days when sex wasn’t everything?

    I suppose there was a time when minds weren’t spinning so much (about sex) but those are long gone. And I don’t think they’re ever coming back—even though so many in my beloved #americant hope they do. Those were the days when it wasn’t ONLY winner take all—and there was one fucker and one fuckee. But then again, do we really wish for the return of those days?

    There might be one good thing about sex being everything these days. And here it is as only worst-writer can write it: The days of the three little king-queens are gone. That is, money, sex and religion once ruled the world. (Not necessarily in that order.) Now only one of the three rule the world.

    Still with me, dear worst-reader?

    The Actress

    All of this talk of sex abuse has gotten to me, dear worst-reader. It reminds me of those days when I once contemplated: am I a rapist?

    I’ve had my way with a few women, don’t you know. And not just women. I’ve had my way with a few actresses. (But don’t call me Harvey Weinstein, baby!) Indeed.

    I was once a itty-bitty play producer. And get this. I utilised my itty-bitty play producer casting couch whenever the opportunity arose. In fact, after my first play production, the opportunity–of my casting couch–arose more than I deserved. But let’s focus on the first casting couch experience, shall we?

    She was a lovely young actress. She had beautiful skin, long wavy hair, thighs typically early twenties thick. While she read the lines of my play I couldn’t stop my mind from drifting to you know what. I looked at her neck and her lips and her elbows. Yes, dear worst-reader, I am a stickler for joints—my favourite being ankles but they are at times the most difficult to see. Needless to say, within minutes of starting to read the script I had a raging erection. What does one do with a raging erection when the cause of it is breathing next to you?

    Due to the discomfort, I stood up in front the actress while she was reading her lines. I thought I was gonna get a cup of tea. But, while my cock was trying to poke out of my relative loose fitting chino-pants, she stopped me. Before I could apologise and make some excuse, the actress said something like “oh my” and “my goodness”. She was staring at the bulge. She then put down the script and told me that I couldn’t cum inside her and she didn’t like the taste of cum. I then quickly placed a huge kiss on her face and at the same time undid my pants.

    Within seconds her pants were off and I was caressing her ankles with my ears. I then went down on her and kissed and licked her till she came. Dripping from so much activity down there, I heeded her request not to cum inside her—assuming she was referring to procreative, vaginal activity—and entered her anally. She let out another “oh my” and “my goodness”. Her discomfort aroused me even more. To this day I can still hear her mumbling and gasping and slurping.

    And, by-the-buy, she was an awful actress. Her voice had no cadence. She kept screwing up the timing of the dialogue. When I asked her to say some lines without looking at the page, she couldn’t. In fact, she was completely incapable of memorising anything. But before I get too far off subject…

    It took a few minutes but the she eventually relaxed. I don’t think she enjoyed anything that afternoon except me servicing her and the shower I gave her after I dumped my goo in her ass. After a few dates she told me that she had found someone else and, she added, that she considered our first encounter to have been rape because of the way I helped myself to her ass. Then she also added that she has a new job and couldn’t continue with my play. I asked her for one last sympathy fuck and when she said no, I thanked her, said goodbye and told her that I had found another actress anyway.

    (For those interested, as far as the play is concerned, I eventually put the female role of my play, using casting couch actress #2, into a TV screen. This helped the productions in many ways. First, we were no longer dependent on an actress remembering her lines, i.e. we could just feed her cue cards. Second, of the three other actresses that were on my casting couch for that play, none of them mentioned rape even though we never once talked about all the fucking we did. And I had them many varying ways, too.)

    The Other Girl

    I met this girl in college. We went on a few dates, the movies, the usual. I could get to every base with this chick except home base. That is, she wouldn’t fuck me but she would suck on my dick if I promised not to ejaculate. (Who raises these chicks, by the way!) Then I met her best friend who said that she would fuck me. But I couldn’t/wouldn’t  go there; I didn’t go there. I simply didn’t think it the right thing to do—you know: date one chick who wouldn’t and then fuck her best friend who would.

    About a year later, long after the chick who wouldn’t fuck me (but would suck me) was out of the picture, I met up with her friend again. She mentioned how we were both caught up in a world of bad timing. Now she was seeing a guy and because she was fucking him she wouldn’t fuck me. She only fucked one guy at a time, she said. But she also said, “how bout the next best thing?” One evening after giving her a ride home she invited me in to her apartment. I was indeed curious… about the next best thing.

    Within minutes my cock was at the back of her throat. After about ten minutes of her proving why it’s called a blowJOB, she told me it was ok if I cum. I told her I wanted to fuck and then would gladly finish in her mouth. She told me once again about the other guy that she was hoping to have a relationship with and also added: “he’ll know if you fuck me, so let’s just do this… the next best thing.” I guess she was referring to the mess a man can leave behind. And I thought of two things: first, who doesn’t like sloppy seconds and second, girls don’t leave a mess behind?

    Another ten minutes went by. She was getting tired and resorting to the use of her hands. “Please, come all over me,” she said. “Let me fuck you and then I promise to come on your face,” I said. But she was incorrigible. She took a deep breath and tried to break the back of the bear that would be her last ditch effort to get me to ejaculate. I could tell her knees were aching, her arms were getting sore, her nose was slapping the tight skin of my lower abdomen, her tongue was losing its ability to jostle my sack. She eventually fell on her back and my cock was above her, raging hard and blue. “Ok. You win. I give up,” she said. “Are you ok,” she asked.

    I packed my blue junk as best I could back into my pants and kissed her on the forehead as I left. “Let me know when things don’t work out with your boyfriend,” I said. I drove home and it took me two days and countless jerk-off sessions to relieve myself of blue-balls.

    A few weeks later we were in the same situation. I had driven her home and she mentioned how much she wanted me to cum in her throat. I smirked and admitted that maybe I would give in this time. But I also asked her if she would at least let me play around a bit. “Ok,” she said. “But you still can’t fuck me.” When we got into her apartment she immediately removed all her clothes and I proceeded to fuck her mouth every which way. She laid on her back on the coffee table with her head hanging backwards over the edge. She made me get on all fours on her dinner table and she attacked my junk from behind. She blew me while she peed. She even tried to jerk me off while talking on the phone to her mother. Of course, eventually, we reached that special moment. “Ok, come now,” she demanded. “I’m not ready yet,” I responded. She then gathered her guns, prepped her jaw and continued the good fight.

    That’s when something hit me. Fuck this! I don’t have to take this krapp. And so. While doing one of her change-ups, relieving her jaw, my dick and balls getting bluer and bluer, I grabbed both her arms from behind, holding them together at the elbows. She squirmed but didn’t really try to get out of my hold. Slowly, already lubed-up from so much contact with her throat, I slipped my raging cock into her ass. Her squirms turned to a slight jolt but I pulled her arms back towards my chest. I leaned in with my hips and before kissing her neck I said: “is this what you wanted all the time?”

    After I finally released, I sat on the couch and said something about needing more of the same in a few minutes. You know, that old saying: “Hold a sec, baby. I’m not done yet.” Then she turned to me and said something about rules and how I just broke them. I smirked. “You’re not serious,” I said. “You can do what you have to do tonight–I’ll grant you that. But this is it. I’m the one that sets the rules. You broke them.”

    My jaw was hanging even though my dick was still raging. Then she mentioned that she had done anal a few times before but it wasn’t really her thing. She added that she would definitely not suck on my cock anymore even if I washed it with turpentine. Then I asked her if she was crazy. She repeated: “I’m not crazy. I set the rules.”

    Since I was a good listener back then, I got up off the couch, grabbed her by the arms again and turned her around. I bent her over the dinner table and fucked her in the ass till I came two more times. It was glorious.

    Finding Love

    And so. I’ve had my way with a few women here and there. As far as I can recall there have been a total of two No’s and numerous encounters where the issue was never discussed but I still had my sexual fun. Through out all my years I’ve often asked: Have I always thought enough about her while I’m doing her? Is her orgasm as important as my release? Does any of this make me a rapist?

    While growing up in my beloved and missed #americant, while entering the world of sex and relations and fun, of the women/girls I was with, the majority of them complained about being abused at one point in their lives. That thought has never left me. So let me try to say it again, put it another way. By the time I was 25—and I started having sex when I was 17—almost all the girls I had sex with complained about abuse by someone in their family, their stepfathers, church, athletics, etc.

    Whaaaaaaaaa the fuck is going on?

    And so. I have never cat-called a woman. I have never asked any of my girlfriends or wives or fuck-buddies to either make me a sandwich or iron my shirt. I’ve never entered a woman once without at least taking her out to dinner or to a movie … afterwards—where I then tried to fuck her again and most of the time succeeded. I’ve also never had a one-night stand because to me, no matter how bad the first time was or what my (relationship) intentions were, I always believed you had to do it with the same woman at least three times to even begin to get it right. With that in mind, there were still two women in my life that said “no” and I fucked them anyway because 1) they wouldn’t/didn’t leave (when they had the opportunity to do so) and 2) they didn’t stop what we both started.

    Now. Am I a…

    Which brings me to #Trump, Harvey Weinstein and being raised in sexually repressed #americant.

    The worst part of living in these nightmare times of a president #Trump is that he’s not just a sexually repressed man but he’s also an atypical greed-monger–and he is one among the many. So in a way, I guess, it’s no wonder women are going nuts. Especially those raised by very confused mothers. And so. Where has feminism got them? Did they end up not being like their mother(s) or did they just become the same (as their mothers) albeit wearing more fashionable fancy coats and shoes?

    The other thing is, I feel like the thing that #Trump really is, is that he’s something that is everywhere and he is, unfortunately, that which raised me. And no matter what I do the thought of being an abuser because I had my way with a few ladies will never leave me–as I’ve worst-written about here today. Indeed. I have to live with that. On the other hand…

    While I was out there trying to find love the Harvey Weinsteins, the Bill Clintons, the Bill Cosbys, the Woody Allens, etc., etc., have been ruining good fucks since day one. And for that I am very sorry. I really am.

    Rant on.

    -T

  • Malice And Spite Make Not Everything Nice

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    Source: DailyKos; see link below

    You’d think that a criminal indictment of a presidential candidates campaign worker would be enough to fulfil the greed-needs of mongers, i.e. stupid white people that are unable to cope with the harvest they’ve sewn. No. Seriously. Harvest. Like a harvest of wheat totally and completely compromised by excessive ergot exposure. Are republicans finally so high (ergot poisoning) that even they can’t tell the difference between stupid and more stupid? But I digress.

    I’m worstwriting, of course, about my beloved #americant and its current iteration of humanity’s grandest experiment. Btw, let’s worst-look at the word indictment:

    Indictment: An indictment is a formal accusation that a person has committed a crime.

    Unlike being arrested, where a policeman takes you in after you’ve committed a crime, i.e. given him/her reason to take you in, an indictment is like a letter from a dire foe that seals the deal of your destined failed relationship with not only fear but reality for the $hit you’ve done and tried to sweep under the rug. Of course, is any of this a surprise? Just check out the chart above, stolen from DailyKos. The coolest thing about the chart? Check out Barry-0’s record of trouble with the law. Is that cool or what? Do you miss him, too? Oh wait. If you’re #americant and dependent on the greed-mongering you live in, I guess you don’t like Barry-O. But on that issue, I digress once more.

    And so. What are we (yes, I’m still an #americant, too) really dealing with in these times of free-to-be-stupid? Well, according to the newz–that I’ve been avoiding for the last two weeks–the proverbial $hit may be hitting the fan for president stupid (#Trump). Would you believe his chief of staff has publicly admitted to a new level of stupidity? The Civil War, according to mister chief of staff, was caused by an inability to compromise. Whaaaa! I can’t believe what I’m reading. Does this person know nothing about the years of abolition prior to the Civil War? Oh wait. We’re in the land of president stupid and his dumba$$ minions–not unlike the morons that voted for him thinking that he’s gonna drain the swamp.

    To add oil to the stinky flame of stupid, the US congress, filled with morons that more directly represent the morons of land of the free-to-be-stupid, have reversed the small attempt under the Barry-O administration to put some curbs on banks thereby letting cheated consumers sue them. That’s right, dumba$$es. If your bank screws you, if equifax screws you, if insurance screws you… you now have no recourse other than to submit your complaint to a group of men who have been hand picked by the entity you’re suing–who will then arbitrate your complaint.

    Way to go #americant.

    Rant on.

    -T

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  • Golden Rain Fun In Moscow

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

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

    Rant on. Suckers.

    -T

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  • A Faustian Bargain Is Not A Pact

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    While listening to the news about my beloved and missed #americant, and, of course, news about #Trump, some talking-head started on about a Faustian Bargain. In the wake of Charlottesville, VA, isn’t it time to have something new to take your minds of the reality you’ve given yourself? Of course, I have to stop in my tracks. #Trump and neo-nazis are not about a Faustian Bargain.

    Now. I’m obviously no über literary type. In fact, at last count (this morning) it’s been at least fifteen or so years since I read anything Goethe. (Yeah, kinda gave up on the German literature thing after the Germans, like the Americans, gave up on me. Fcuk ’em all, eh. But enough about worst-moi.)

    Here’s two things to keep in mind:

    1. The Faustian Bargain is from Goethe’s Faust (part 1)
    2. The pact with the devil is from Dr. Faustus, by Christopher Marlowe

    Now. I’m not familiar with the original story of Faustus, which is from German folklore and where Marlowe got his story two hundreds years before Goethe wrote his. Goethe’s version is different than both the original story and Marlowe’s–and that’s what always drew me to it. But, again, enough about worst-moi.

    #Trump is not a Faustian Bargain. Nor is America’s electing #Trump a Faustian bargain. Reason? A Faustian Bargain is not a pact with the devil. In fact, from what I recall, in Goethe’s version of the story–which is the best of them all–Mephistopheles is actually the one who gives in to Faust because Faust won’t make a pact with him. Faust is simply above Mephistopheles both intellectually and morally–you know, the way it should be in an enlightened world. Without splitting too many hairs, what Mephistopheles actually ends up doing with Faust is more like a wager. In the end, even after ruining a really nice chick, Faust beats Mephistopheles.

    Goethe’s Faust is a really, really smart guy. I guess, to some, Goethe is or would like to have been Faust. I mean. I’m sure Goethe was pretty ticked-off that he couldn’t get any of the fame that his English rival got. You know, Shakespeare (and the English language) did do a number on those who were interested in writing $hit down–and the German language never matched that. Wait. Let me get out of the way of that can of worms I just opened.

    And while I’m off subject, Goethe is probably one of the last polymaths and he was certainly preoccupied with other things even while writing one of the greatest epic poems slash plays ever. Whereas Shakespeare was probably out there somewhere banging the women that weren’t allowed on stage in those whacky female characters he created or he was heisting text from Marlowe, Goethe was… well… polymathing. But, again, before I get too far off subject.

    But here’s the thing…

    America made a pact (art of the deal) with–and thereby sold its soul to–Mephistopheles long before #Trump. The most important thing to remember about the pact (art of the deal) was that it would last through generations. How many generations? Your guess is as good as worst-mine. But that’s neither here nor there at this point. The thing to remember is that it started when America, Americans (#americant) replaced God with money. A short time after that it elected a former actor and governor of the snowflake capital of the world, California, as president. Indeed. The snowflakeball of hell has a limitless mountain side to roll down.

    Ronald Reagan, who was a huge fan of Mephisto–Mephistopheles’ nickname among certain privileged classes–was able to up the ante of America’s pact (art of the deal) with Mephistopheles. Reagan was able to do this because of how Americans fell for his chart plotting, thorough scape-goating of government and taxes, and the demonisation of communism. In return, Mephisto saw to it, following what Reagan had started, that the US would win the Cold War. For those who grew up worshipping the God-Dollar–i.e. the baby-boomer generation!–it was a time that can only be compared to Sodom & Gomorrah. And so. The winners of the Cold War, like evil, filthy, retarded pirates, took no prisoners. There was only pillaging, rape, a bit too much incest (hence those flag waving boys at recent Charlottesville, VA, debacle) and, of course, waaaaaaay too much… wet t-shirt heroism on the part of utterly stupid search for a husband females.

    There’s only one problem now that Mephistopheles owns everything because of how Americans have sold out (to conservatives first, republicans second). Mephistopheles is bored. #Trump bores him to tears. The ignorance of Dubya Bush was much more entertaining. Even Barry-O and Hillary brought some light to Mephistopheles who was starting to regret outsmarting a country of rich nitwits. Indeed. Depravity can even bore the evil spirit.

    So you see, dear worst-reader, there’s no reason to blame #Trump for your ills. He is but a cog in the wheel of the evil you’ve perpetrated to get you where you are. If you have enough money to consume-to-survive, then bend over for your Mephistopheles. If you don’t have enough money, you’ll bend over just the same as those who do. Which kind of equals things out for you, don’t you know. And in the end, while your blame game continues, while you twitter around the left and right side of your conjoined cock-pussy-brain, at least you can still buy candy corn. Halloween’s coming, baby.

    Rant on.

    -T

  • Cut Off Nose To Spite Face, #Americant Style

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

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

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

    Rant on.

    -t

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

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    The moment I first heard the term “fake news” I laughed my a$$ off. I mean, come on. I grew up in a suburban hell that can only produce propaganda, greed, and, maybe the rock band Texas Hippie Coalition (even though, in spirit or proximity, I’m from no where near Texas). No. Seriously. I just discovered that band on the interwebnets. Boy, does that lead singer have a pair of lungs on him. And the chick in the “Turn It Up Louder” video. Darling Nikki/Honey? (Yea, I actually listen to lyrics.) Lorde have mercy at the moment she appears in the music video! She is made in the image of a stripper not unlike David is made in the image of white men destined to fcuk up the world. But before I get too far off subject. Back to what makes Joseph Goebbels not only turn over in his grave but his dirty rotten soul is probably pleasuring itself with wet dreams for all eternity with what’s happening right now in my beloved #americant–whether or not you have watched Turn It Up Louder. Indeed. Fake news has many faces. Of course, there is one caveat about this whole fake news nonsense. So let’s go where Trumpians won’t go.

    Although I’d rather try and worst-write about psychological projection (see link below), Dirty Nikki got me all hot and bothered. Instead, while staying on a über superficial level with Freud and how he made fake news possible, let’s also have a quick look at Dr. Fcuking Freud and one of his other grand achievements. Did you know, dear worst-reader, that Sigmund Freud gave some of his patients cocaine? And we’re not talking just the snorting of the stuff. Or did you not know that Freud also discovered the therapeutic use of the drug for frigid women? To ease a woman’s nerves and help her open up during sessions–just like Dirty Nikki eases mine in the confines of that little space left in the back of my mind where I can still look at a female that way–Freud instructed some of his female patients to not only snort cocaine but also to rub it on their Dirty Nikki parts so that they could prolong self pleasuring themselves and, of course, at the same time talking as only women know how to talk.

    And so.

    A rich banker type named Gunther Leckmichamarsch (GL) rushed into Sigmund Freud’s office one day in 1885 in the grand city of Vienna. GL was on a mission, baby. He was going to Freud’s office to save his wife from what he called the corruption of a second husband–who he was paying hourly for. Lydia Leckmichamarsch had been seeing Freud for three months. But GL noticed changes in his wife only after her second week of analysis. She would come home euphoric, excited, she even went about her daily affairs with a slight dance in her step. Even though she was less irritable than at other times, GL didn’t like the sudden change. It was unbecoming of a woman. It was unbecoming of his wife.

    GL knew that other wives from his big banking office were seeing Dr. Freud, as well. So he started asking around. Three colleagues, one below and two above his pay grade, said they noticed the same thing in their wives after visiting “the doctor”. When GL asked the other men if they’d like to do something about what was going on, two said they didn’t mind what was happening. For them it was a relief, they were even joyous of the change in their wives. The hassle of marriage had finally become tolerable because the women would just leave them alone and go about doing other things, always preoccupied. The third gentleman admitted that he was already plotting to murder Dr. Freud and when GL said that he wasn’t willing to go that far, he knew he would be on his on.

    And so.

    After GL burst into Freud’s office that day, while his wife was pulling up her knickers, Freud was informed that his days of taking advantage of the sanctity of marriage were over. Even though Freud ended up writing some whacked out academic papers on the use of cocaine in therapy he quickly found himself shunned in Vienna and had to move his practice elsewhere. For the rest of his days cocaine would remain part of his life but not part of what else he would accomplish. Or maybe not.

    In the end, dear worst-reader, the greatest thing about Freud and his cocaine phase was that he single handedly woke up the desperate house wives of the rich and famous of late 19th century #eurowasteland. He opened up a new world where women could at least begin to think twice about their special button and why it is placed so far out of whack compared to where a man’s special button is placed. Which means? Word got out fast about the use of cocaine and Dirty Nikki parts. Yea, baby. Alone its analgesic effects so enhanced not only a woman’s drive but stymied the premature release of those husbands who were willing to give it a go, too. Which brings me back to our loving husband protagonist, GL.

    And what a good husband he would become. He even got to know Freud’s dealer after Freud was ran out of town. Which brings me ’round to what I really wanted to worst-write about. Sorry for getting so off-track here. Damn headbanger rock-n-roll! Dirty Nikki galore…

    How come the world hasn’t come to an end with the advent of fake news? I’ll tell you why. It can’t come to end because that would mean that everybody has to look in the mirror. And while looking you also have to say the pledge of The Society of the Psychological Projectors.

    The pledge goes something like this (warning: this is a worst-work in progress; thanks for lowering your expectations.):

    If I say something and you believe it, it’s your fault.

    If I do something and it turns out to be based on a lie, don’t worry. It’s what you deserve.

    While you’re sleeping don’t be afraid to have your life stolen from under your bed. You’re welcome.

    The world is an incredible place for me because I’m rich. And since you made me with your ignorance of politics. Fcuk you.

    If you think things are hard now, don’t worry. You can always re-elect Trump.

    And so.

    Your life is about being stuck in an abomination that is the third grade and if you’re lucky goes all the way up to being a sophomore. That’s it.

    Suckers. We (your owners) are laughing at you.

    Suckers.

    -end-

    Rant on.

    -t

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