Celebrating the American Aristocracy

The richest of the rich took over American politics. We should celebrate that victory.

With impunity, we no longer need to keep quiet. Not only can we say the quiet part our loud, we can scream it at the top of our lungs and celebrate the victory of the few over the many.

Democracy in the United States is dead. Long live the new Aristocracy.

Fake Facts, Total Truth

The interviews and opinions here are raw and uncensored. Due to my previous life as a Faux News anchor, I exist in a world where facts don’t matter. Everything you read here is fiction. Not one statement is factual.

However, one hundred percent of what’s stated here is Truth, with a Capital “T.” Big Truths are grand, subjective, unverifiable things. Yet, when you read Truth, you know it’s Right—even when the facts don’t support it.

Everything you read here is devoid of fact but filled with Truth.

Fiction?

Technically, the writing here is fiction. But we all know fiction is a necessary convention to keep the dogs of war against the truth at bay. SLAPP suits are the tools of losers and aristocrats who haven’t embraced the Truth of their actions. I have no patience for Aristocratic losers who still believe they need to polish their reputations.

Embrace the Truth, and it will set you free.

All persons fictitious disclaimer

The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.

Trigger Warnings

I despise trigger warnings, but I provide them anyway for the weak and milquetoast losers who strongly react to words and feel they have the power to control the ideas and speech of others.

To those readers, I say

FUCK YOU!

Don’t read my work.

From where I sit, nothing is lost.

You wouldn’t have understood what I was saying anyway.

What’s my name?

Phukher Tarlson: /ˈfəkər/ Pronounced FUCK HER, in case there is any ambiguity.

If you have an issue with that, I suggest you watch how Muhammad Ali dealt with Ernie Terrell.

If you prefer Will Smith’s version, it’s great, too.

Perhaps you noticed the similarity between my name, Phukher Tarlson, and a former Fox News host, Tucker Carlson.

That’s a coincidence.

I am not Tucker Carlson. I couldn’t be. He is forbidden from making any public statements until 2025, under threat of lawsuit.

FUCK FOX NEWS!

In exile, I had time to think and mediate on my weaknesses. I discovered that I cared about what people in my cadre thought about me.

I wanted their approval.

I reveled in the hate heaped on my from the other side. It made me powerful.

The power in hate led to my epiphany: Fuck everyone! I no longer needed approval from anyone.

I have brought peace, freedom, justice, and security to my new empire.

If you're not with me, then you're my enemy! All I am surrounded by is fear and dead men. You don’t know the power of the dark side.

Tucker Carlson was weak. I destroyed him. That name no longer has any meaning for me.

I am reincarnated, reborn, renewed—not the same man, but a new man with a new identity.

I am Phukher Tarlson, Dark Arts Master.

Master of the Dark Arts

As a master of the Dark Arts, I fully embrace what weak-minded fools wish to hide.

Anger, Resentment, Aggression, Spite, Pretension, Self-Satisfaction, Harmfulness, Shamelessness, Inconsideration, Pride, Arrogance.

Why the fuck not?

I find your lack of faith disturbing. I am a master. A Master of Evil.

I hope I see that old man Rupert Murdock again. When the apprentice becomes the Master, the old Master ends in defeat.

I am what he made me! When I left, I was but the learner. Now I am a master.

I will show you the true nature of the force. I am your master now.

This will be a day long remembered.

Salutations

Contact Me

Reach me at Mother@Phukher.com, or if you can’t get yourself to email an obnoxious motherfucker, then email me at Phukher@Phukher.com.