A Word from the Moribund

A Word from the Moribund

(C) Ted Kouretas 2018

Beautiful day

Got away again

Even the salty sea smell of a cool Mediterranean June morning

can’t help these aching overused joints


That’s the only sure thing in life

From Pharaohs

Greek gods

Some bigger, some smaller

But tombs are the only sure thing in life

No havens for them

Even the oligarchs won’t breathe or dream in them

She walks ahead of me

Patient yet frustrated

The humidity blinds me

The heat on my shoulders renders me slower

I never liked the heat

Now I loathe the sun

I look for clouds

I look for shade

Taxes paid

Worries gone

If I were 40 now, I’d……

Fucking cherries from the sky

Alas, it’s no use

Little boys and littler girls

The wind hitting their backs

The stamina

As they run here and jump there

I exist as a body

As space taken

Full of wisdom



Wisdom tells me I’m evaporating

Being sucked up

Even if I drink 2 litres of water a day

She’s back with our snacks

On nice chairs we sit

Big umbrellas

Red bikini with little material on her hairless body

She says something and I smile, feign understanding

I’m a pathetic old fool

Smiling like a child with a yellow lollipop

I look at even younger women than her

She notices and feels bad

I continue punishing the beautiful young woman that loves me

Because I’m an old creep

With no morals


Clinton Mafia Acolytes (CMA)

I’ve been asked many times what I mean when I put #ClintonMafiaAcolytes on some of my social media posts. I personally thought it was self-evident. After all, it is meant to be a literal little catch phrase.

Clinton Mafia is perhaps too broad-ranging a term and therefore is in need of further explanation. “Clinton” starts with Bill Clinton and continues to Hillary and beyond. “Beyond” in this case refers to post-Hillary — a perhaps postmodern brainwashing storm. But let’s digress for now. The last elite member of the clan was Barack Obama. He governed with the blessing of Clinton and was allowed to be president for 8 years as long as he opened the road for the morally inept and shortsighted Hillary to serve her 8 years. Obama wasn’t perfect, but he was undeniably a genius next to Hillary. But even the biggest of geniuses couldn’t hold up the facade that hid the sheer hypocrisy of Hillary. She was a walking catch phrase. More on that later.

Meanwhile, Obama was not just a mere member of the mob. He was given a special position within it as long as he followed certain rules and criteria. I would think that he would have been skewered like Bernie Sanders had he held on to his morals and spoken out about them.

FACT: Obama is no fucking Bernie Sanders, ladies. Bernie is a man of character while Obama — I’ll take the hate mail later — was akin to an Uncle Tom. At a time when political correctness served the well-established, he continued building more walls against people who needed his help. He went against the wishes of his voter base. At the end of his 8-year reign, people were confused as to where they stood and to whether they were better off. He was made into a hero for trying to pass Obamacare, but it was a failure — mainly because there was really no chance of it working. It could have been better structured. But it wasn’t, because they need to use it as a hook to vote Hillary in. He let all the people who voted for him down.

I write this article today, in a hot cafe in Montreal, because I was attacked by a bunch of people who believe all of the above is bullshit. They even answered my posts with #feelthebern. I forward people articles and they don’t believe them because they come from a biased source. Well, sadly, CNN will never criticize the CMA because they are part of it. Long gone are the days of fair reporting because big conglomerates are replacing the ruling class. The ruling class being in charge was bad enough, but now it is the politically correct big corporations that control advertising dollars. The ones who are not backed by big Corp are public entities with almost no power. These entities, poor and desperate for funding, have to be careful how they tread the political landscape.

The result of the above general synopsis is a national, even a global, political correctness forced upon citizens that makes some Stalinist regimes look tame. This is politically taboo to mention, but it is a fact. And the more we deny or, worse, are afraid to mention it, the deeper we go into the quicksand. Then comes the making of a system without free thought. Because free speech is being suppressed, we finally forget how to think freely.



support for the concerns of ordinary people


the quality of appealing to or being aimed at ordinary people.

Logically, the populist governments come to power, as they have in the USA. Populism has been defined very negatively. In essence, it is a “movement” that the people have veered towards in fear of the system they’ve been coerced and manipulated under. See definition above.

So, what is a Clinton Mafia Acolyte? It is akin to a headless chicken that runs around spewing false epithets because it is all it knows. It is void of life, moribund. It serves the purpose of a parrot. It pulls people apart. This person, this acolyte, has a copy of the “Clinton bible” pasted in their brain. They have lost the ability to think objectively and are, like their esteemed Hillary, walking catch phrases.

I am a democratist— one who believes in truth and fairness and equality — that has taken it upon myself to report the truth a I objectively see it. I don’t choose sides. I report facts. Sometimes, I give opinions because they don’t need to be supported by articles. I cannot support with an article the fact that Donald Trump detaining the queen is not a big deal. I cannot support with an article that Trump is speaking for most of the people — can you support otherwise? So, acolytes, spare me your holier-than-thou attitudes and stop seeing the non-acolytes (I’d say most Democrats and all Republicans) as lower than you. Accept defeat. Accept that the future of your neoliberal wantonness is done. You have failed. Open yourself to new ideas.

To the majority, let’s popularize this: #ClintonMafiaAcolytes.

Morrissey Misunderstood Again— Now by One of his Disciples

I bury the living

When I was a young lad and heard The Smiths for the first time, I felt a sudden solace in my soul. The words, written almost exclusively by Stephen Patrick Morrissey, were genius to me as they spoke to my situation at the time. When The Smiths broke up, I was glad that Morrissey decided to stick to why his fans wanted. Through the decades, he has always been, and still remains, a voice for the voiceless.

Can we see what is really being said here?

Compare the top with the original interview. Obviously, their interpretation is fake news.

This is the original interview.

I don’t write these things lightly. In fact, Morrissey is very much like the disturbed yet upfront psychotherapist who reassures you he is there even in the biggest times of turmoil. And there are songs for every occasion. Listen to how Mancunians are feeling from a concert clip at the Hollywood Bowl and anti-war songs about ignorance from Dusseldorf.

Coincidentally, or perhaps just as a matter of logical progression, my politics and mores have been akin to Morrissey’s. I would get a political or societal thought, and Morrissey would echo it in his latest song, album, or medium scrum.

Like so many others these days, people interpret Morrissey’s words, in song or on media, at face value. The politically correct world we live in knitpicks every word he utters because, as we have always known, he is anti-establishment. A man shall not be muted if he truly believes something and echoes it. This is not hate speech. These are thoughts from a person’s mind misconstrued my media hounds ready to ruin his record sales and his whole reputation. Fake news is winning because people’s attention spans are too short and they don’t bother finding alternative voices and thinking for themselves.

I wish you lonely

Morrissey stands for truth. He is not racist, misogynistic, nor nationalistic. He supports certain causes that are benign as to the harm they can do. And you need not agree with everything he says. What bewildered me is that most of his views are shared by the public. Brexit was voted on. These were not nazis who voted for change.

Morrissey has made it clear that he is not right wing nor any other kind of wing simply because left wing and right wing no longer exist. And this is undeniable. Neoliberalism and its politically correct hypocrisy have convoluted our minds and are successful in brainwashing the masses.

The Smiths were voted as the most influential British band of all time. They were ahead of the Beatles, who were at number two. And Morrissey was, at least lyricwise, the backbone of the band. So here we are, demonizing someone who has said not done anything wrong.

Shame on us.

Post-Depression Demons — There’s No Coming Back from the Darkness; There’s Just Living with It


The above article begins to once again begins to show what we knew of Anthony Bourdain was just what we saw on the screen. “I just hope no one finds out anything further about this. I want to remember Tony the way I knew him,” said Andrew Zimmern on Don Lemon’s CNN show last night. That was also when it suddenly seemed inevitable that we’d find out about a tortured soul at best, or an action so distressing and terrifying that the only way out seemed to be to hang yourself in a hotel room in France at worst.

Pain for the Dead and the Living

There’s just so much pain in people who kill themselves, where death seems the only viable option — the only form of escape. Even in today’s apparent “progressive” society, people are usually shunned when they come out as being depressed or mentally ill. There is no “respect” for depression as an illness as there is for cancer, MS, heart disease, diabetes, etc…..

Thankfully, suicides now are reported as suicides, even if they are still seen as shameful. They are no longer hidden or masked as something else. But although the media has made that leap forward with celebrities, most cultures and ethnicities shun people feeling depressed and just call them lazy, spoiled, people who want to live off others or , worse, the state. So many times I’ve had to zip my mouth when otherwise good, intelligent, and educated people say ignorant and hurtful things. The most common thing you’ll hear is how “spoiled” and “lazy” mentally ill people are and how they need to just be “pushed in the right direction” because mental illness is what happens when you’re lazy. I usually stop being agreeable and they shut up.

When I saw Anderson Cooper’s chin trembling and heard him again speak of his brother who killed himself 30 years ago, and how not a day goes by without thinking of him, I realised how lucky I was not to have had anyone I knew personally having taken their life.

Post-Depression Demons

Like an alcoholic, once depressed always depressed. You’ll also find that the depressed have a lust for life. So many times we have heard of the unending need to create and be important. From Van Gogh to Bourdain and many others, when you let the creativity die, when you “laze”, there is no more life. In their case, this is often literal. Robin Williams was considered a genius by many and he would go to bed crying every night, needing a shoulder to lean on, non-metaphorically.

For most sufferers of mental illness, even after “overcoming”, there exists a plateau. Instead of hills, there is just an ice-covered desert that keeps on going forever. Unlike the mountainous landscape, this one needs to be filled. Luckily, most depressed people are very creative. They are the emblem of the suffering painter, the lonely writer, the misunderstood miser who writes and creates in places and at hours that others find inconvenient because the others need to sleep and eat and shit at a certain time. They need to hold their bladder till coffee break. In short, they hve succumbed to the unreal. They have succumbed to how society has been structured for them. Thsi is why they are not goid storytellers — they have no time to tell stories. Ironically, the people who see through this plastic existence either suffer each day smiling at the ignorant, or become mentally ill. This sounds simple, but it’s the gist of it. Whether we’re born with a depression gene or not, it is still the gist of it. Reality is how it is perceived.

For a short time in my teens, I experienced depression. Luckily, I have been in post-depression mode ever since and it wasn’t as severe as what I’ve been hearing people going through lately. I haven’t had a symptom in thirty years. I’m lucky. Somehow, I’ve learned to balance the real and the fictional. I have established a line that I do not cross. But I understand how one can snap. Who knows what happened in Anthony Bourdain’s hotel room before he hung himself? As well, it should be noted that a depressed person will magnify a bad situation many times over. The pain may run so deep that the simple actions needed to get rid of the bad situation can’t be performed because it just takes too much energy.

Frightening. Yet very real.

Cries for Help

Please be aware of the signs of people who may be suffering from depression. This might help.

This is the suicide prevention hotline and also info for going into rehab.

Anthony Bourdain, Renegade Chef and Genius Storyteller, Dies in France of Apparent Suicide — He Was 61


One of my favourite mini-binge-watching shows was “No Reservations”, Anthony Bourdain’s first breakout show. It was different. It was fun. And it was the beginning of what is now known as food travel TV.


Ironically enough, the first such show I fell upon was “Bizarre Foods”, hosted by one of Bourdain’s best friends, Andrew Zimmern, who was inspired to make such a show by Bourdain. I saw Bourdain on an episode where Zimmern needed help finding strange places in a seedy part of Brooklyn. Bourdain came across as a wise guy; as someone who fit in everywhere and knew how to get in and out of almost any imaginable situation. I will always remember this episode the two travelling chefs made, mainly because it reminds me of the sheer juxtaposition of the two personas. Yet the two were good friends and had something in common — experience in the world of darkness. Zimmern asserted that Bourdain was one of the few people he could talk to about this darkness.

For Bourdain, it had been a life of addiction and, as he often overtly and covertly admitted, a search for inner piece of the soul. He had admitted to Zimmern and others that his current girlfriend may have finally, at 61, been the soulmate he’d been searching for.

Take his sensitivity, his wise guy persona, his creativity, his culinary skills, his great camera presence, and his will to travel and be a work horse, and you have the perfect recipe for the man who’d bring about a new TV genre and a different perspective on what food really is and what it can do.


When someone becomes a cultural force, almost everyone sees a part of themselves in him. In my case, I saw Bourdain as a renaissance man. He gave me creative ideas through the smallest things I saw in his episodes. A movement here. A flicker of the eye there. A drunken sleepless night waiting for a food stand to open in Reykjavik or somewhere like that. A political discussion while having a traditional meal with a family in Finland or Sri Lanka. Staying at a hotel in Havana waiting for the storm. You know, things that you would like to happen to you.

I read a tweet today saying Bourdain encouraged someone to quit their job and write a book. There are so many tweets showing so many ways of how this former drug addict inspired others.


“He was that uncle that came to your house and everything just seemed right and hopeful with the world again,” one of my acquaintances said.

“Once, at the peak of my depression, I accidentally saw him on TV. He was just enjoying life and appreciating everything. Now I travel on food journeys and am happy again,” another acquaintance said.

“That smile sometimes made me feel that he may have been forcing it. After all, a good soul like his has to have lived in the darkness. And once you’ve been there, you’re scarred for life,” said another.

Unfortunately, the last quote my have been the truest.


depression hotline canada

Depression is a very broad term. Was Anthony Bourdain’s suicide just a simple overburdening of depression? Friends said he wasn’t himself lately and one of his best celebrity chef friends in Paris spoke of his friend’s very bad mood the last couple of days.

Maybe there were sudden overwhelming circumstances. Who knows? Maybe we’ll find out in time, if not for anything else than to understand what could make a man who was the idol of so many and was doing what he loved become so distraught as to feel the need to kill himself.

In the meantime, thank you Mr. Bourdain for re-introducing me to the power of the written and spoken word.

Rest In Peace, Sir.



(C) Ted Kouretas 2018

Μην πιάνεις την σημαία

Με λερωμένα χέρια και βρωμερή ψυχή

Θα σε θυσιασω


Δαίμονες της ιστορίας


Έστω και τώρα


Πάντα περπατούμε

Με το κεφάλι ψηλά

Malaga in Summer

Malaga in Summer

(C) Ted Kouretas 2018

El Toro was next to me

As the crowd got loud


No applause

El Toro stopped smiling

Fists opened

Shoulders terse

It was a sanctimonious afternoon at least


“Muerte. Muerte” was heard in the background

Young Catalans feeling a victory over their oppressors

Their savage dictators

The people attacked the lads

“I’ll show you who’s dead, fuckers”


Eating my spare ribs, I chuckled

I never thought I’d be able to say, in Malaga

“There was death in the afternoon”

Hemingway’s Death in the Afternoon

Iconoclast Effigy

Iconoclast Effigy

(C) Ted Kouretas 2018

The sand burns

Hot to the touch

Like all the sculptures of me and you

All the neophyte eulogies preaching selflessness

Political correctness, neoliberalism, and the like

You know…

A politically correct image

Of myself

Not of something sexier to look at

Or something a bit cuter

Of someone a bit happier in their naivete

Blessed be the young at heart

For mine is an old soul, deserving of an effigy

The picture will still be there

But my soul will be gone

More than it already is

It will go beyond nocturnal affiliations

Political realms

Naked bodies sinning

It will go beyond the hedonistic

It will be destroyed and lose its iconoclastic status

But it will mummify into the perverse

Black dripping orchids will surround it

With dungeon shouts

And finally, a semblance of normality





Teaching Incels How to Talk to Women — Daygame

It’s important to understand that there is not necessarily a positive correlation between incels and toxic masculinity.

Guys, a girl like the one above is attainable. But more about that later.

Incels (Involuntary Celibates) are people (almost always men) who see themselves mired, usually from birth, as not being able to have romantic or sexual success with members of the opposite sex. Upon closer examination, these are introverted individuals with a lack of confidence who blame Chads (men who have a knack for picking up women) and Staceys (women who are picked up by Chads and who would apparentky never give the time of day to an incel) for their tragic state. They are often depressed individuals and feel hopeless that their situation will ever change.

This article goes inside the sad and tragic world of incels.

oxic masculinity, a term that has become famous with the increased advent of modern-day feminism and ignored or frowned upon by the mainstream, is a serious condition that makes men believe they can’t express their feelings due to societal norms. The masculinity was originally toxic to men themselves. Now, since men are allowed to express their emotions more openly, toxic masculinity is seen by “progressives” or feminists as having women being its victims. This is mostly due to men not having enough time to adapt to the changing world around them. As soon as men learn ghat it’s okay to be sensitive and, in very special situations, cry, there is a reverse correlation as to what women expect. Ergo, men have to be sensitive to women’s emotions but still need to be “real men” because it is the best way to be liked by women.

Maybe we can feel sympathy for the devil.

This one tries to show how misogyny is built through forced toxicity

Chads have learned to juggle this. They know what is real life and what is game. Game is how we interact with someone before the flirting stage. It is how we pique someone’s interest. And it has nothing to do with feminism nor toxic masculinity. It takes place in a paranormal world where we can get a sense of the other person without being afraid to cross boundaries and where, like it or not, we need to live up to our traditional gender roles. As much as women’s rights have changed, we need to understand that a woman is still a woman. This woman is still attracted innately by the same things she’s always been attracted by. Staceys, as incels see them, are every girl. Perhaps every goodlooking girl, perhps a snob, but the girl is the same. A new subspecies has not been invented or born.

So let’s begin our fell-good lesson, okay guys?

1. There’s No One More Special Than You

It does sound redundant and corny, but it is a universal truth. While there may be heroes or people we look up to or model ourselves after, they re never ever more special than our individual selves. Before going on to venture on anything, you need to repeat this to yourself like a mantra and truly believe it. You need to never put anyone before you and your happiness.

Great leaders like Martin Luther king Jr, Ghandi, etc…, all of the nicest people we’ve known, have always put themselves first. If not, they’d have perished and been of no use to anyone. There is no exception to this. None.

Yes, you are better the girl below.

No joke. She doesn’t hold a candle to you.

2. Chad and Stacey Don’t Exist

You know that guy in his dad’s sports car who picks up all these girls even shallower than him? Well, he’s just a victim of toxic masculinity. That girl? Well, she lives in a fantasy world where nothing but what she has learned to like exists.

3. Are We a Part of the Real World?

I think we can agree that we don’t really get to know a person till we’ve gotten to know them better. What we see in front of is is what the person wants to show us. Nothing has changed in male and female roles over the decades. As part of our respective genders, there are natural phenomena that no amount of politicking nor social reconstruction will change. The attempts to forcefully change others in terms of gender roles will not only make toxic masculinity worse, it will also bring about toxic femininity, forcing women to take on unnatural gender roles.

When in Eastern Europe, Africa, most of Asia, we can see the minimally-touched existence of traditional gender roles. While women are still achieving equal rights in most of these places, they have not let toxic feminiity touch them. Their roles are known. At the same time, I’ve noticed that a lot of the men in these countries have become more toxic and are dying at younger ages. This is due to the downside of traditional weight still put upon their shoulders to be providers. At the same time, some Texas millionaire comes in and steals their potential future brides. They are bitter men. They can never be as rich as the Canadian, American, Aussie, Saudi, etc…

All of the above mini-diatribe to point out how people can become resentful and disgruntled through the fault of an inequitable form of progressivism that leaves behind any undesirable for the sake of “progressivism”. Sadly, this is where Chad and Stacey are made up. It is a world of fantasy that can’t be helped but be built.

In short, it is up to all of us to help ourselves. There is no other choice.

4. Get Your Game On

Go talk to this girl. She’s as attainable to you as to anyone else. The popularized “day game”(picking up women in the daytime in public spaces) has surpassed night game (picking women up at night, usually in clubs or bars).

As an avid daygamer over the years, I find that women are more natural and honest outside the darkness and alcohol and tribal conformities of nighttime play. They are not trying to keep a certain reputation afloat nor trying to please others. They are dressed more naturally and, when receptive, have your full attention.

Remember: You will ALWAYS fail more often than you succeed. No exceptions.

Here’s a very informative article for newbies. Follow it wisely.

As the article demonstrates, it is the men who needs to act and lead like a man and the woman who wants to be led and follow like a woman. But what needs to be grasped here is that you NEED to be working your game from a position of strength. The woman has given you the stage, but she’ll quickly say “next” at the slightest weakness or cowering. As human nature has it, we need to grab the position of strength we hve been given and work from that level without falling down more than a notch or two (which may be done at a moment of weakness). I would say there are 4 notches that lead to doom. We need to recognize when a notch is broken and try to keep calm and worry more about not causing further de-escalation than about coming up to the same level again. Remember, we fail most of the time. So most of the time 4 notches are lost. Repeatedly. We learn nd move on. At best, I thank goodness I failed because who’d want to be with a woman that is irresponsive to what I’m about. At worst, I have learned a lesson and have “notched” some experience. THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS A WASTED EFFORT.

5. A Question of Mathematics

When I was a big gamer, my success rate was no better than one in ten in my heyday. When starting out it was less than half of that. What kept me going was the thought that I was the best person in the world and deserved all I got, but that also included the responsibility of learning from my lack of success. NEVER USE THE WORD “FAILURE”. Also, I knew that the law of mathematics would eventually bring me success.

Even the most timid gamer, if following basic rules, will get a woman. And not any woman. He’ll get any woman he chooses. Eventually.

6. An International Phenomenon

This Thai girl, deep inside, wants to hear the same thing as a Dutch girl or an American girl does. With just a few cultural tweaks, day game should never be affected by location and language fluency. While I don’t advise doing day game in another country till you’ve mastered it at home, there are some countries where it may be easier to stroke your ego a bit. I will not get into detail about which countries are best and why, but we need to understand that although the day game is almost the same, the results can be very different. Know what you want and what the result will be.

Have Fun

Now guys, go out and build your game. Back straight. Eyes focused. Confident body language. And just don’t give a shit if you get rejected.