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.

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.


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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.

Adults in the Room: My Battle with the European and American Deep Establishment—Review

I’m usually not one for non-fiction. And I’ve never read political fiction. It took a book by a man I admire to make me get curious. It also took the review above to make me pre-order from Amazon. And I was not disappointed. This is better than a riveting novel. I just couldn’t put it down.

The book is written for both the initiated and ghe laymen. And the truth of the corruption is as fulfilling to find out as it is disturbing.

It seems that even the highest-ranking servants of the people only serve the elite—the way democracy was serving them in the days of Ancient Greece, where we had sp much class struggle hidden.

We start thinking in paradigms throughout the book because Yanis serves us lots of them. He goes from historical and mythical parallels to the down and dirty truth while, all the while, serving as an impossible hero in a Greek tragedy. But, unlike Oedipus and his ilk, Varoufakis does nothing wrong.

What we learn is not pretty. In fact, what we learn is downright unjust. Kudos to Varoufakis for being true to himself in the book. Like his real-life persona, he gives us an unbiased view of the proceedings. He has the solutions. But greed for power manages to overcome any democracy.

Let the weak step forward. Let the ones destroying Greece and its people’s dignity get theirs. Yanis Varoufakis, to his credit, ostracises them in style.

The State of Christmas Address 

After about a decade on hiatus, it’s time for my annual Christmas speech to the masses. Please,  no partisan applause. No applause whatsoever. Just join the peanut gallery please. 

My friends, there has been a change to Christmas since a year ago. There has been a victory over the rampant and crippling political correctness that had endangered our holiday in previous years. For the first time in a long time, we are able to refer to Christmas as Christmas. The young lady at the Macy’s counter says Merry Christmas now, not Happy Holidays. The Korean woman at the corner store where I buy my lottery, my Muslim hairdresser, my Jewish tax accountant, …….  They all wished me a Merry Christmas.  And that’s fucking great. To be noted is that I have wished them a Happy Hanukkah, Eid Mubarek, etc. as well. It’s a question of common courtesy. A question of democratist ideology. 

The peanut gallery may now applaud.

Lock her up. Lock her up. Lock her up.

Now now. No need for that. She’s already in a prison of her own mind. Are you guys at the wrong rally?

Friends,  along with the good news comes the bad. We have not learned the spirit of giving. Ironically,  this is due to a lack of understanding of empathy and human rights. The modern interpretation of Christmas has deluded and disillusioned.  First, we decide to feed the poor because it’s Christmas. Does this mean we need to ignore them the other 364 days? 

In the grandstands up there is a hero of mine. He was at a TD bank ATM and saw a homeless person sleeping in there to stay away from the cold when an American tourist in a Brooklyn- Tuscaloosa accent started kicking the man. His drunk friends applauded his actions. Our hero took matters into his own hands and rammed the violent perpetrator’s head through the glass of the ATM. He called our police officers and justice was served.

Applause for the hero

In the end, friends, we need to feel the spiritual bond with our impoverished and homeless brethren. We need to see them as equals. They have endured so much. We need to make them examples of heroism instead of trying to shame them.

The problem of ultra consumerism is as prevalent as ever. Not even neo-liberal-created impoverishment has curtailed sales. People are spending. Getting into debt. Robbing their neighbours to get their kids useless presents. They are continuing the chain of ignorance and soullesness. Please please please, don’t let the Clinton acolytes get their way. Don’t become blinded like they are. 

I’ll get to the most important point now. We need to once again not only understand,  but also feel, the spirit of Christmas. It is one of the many spiritual steps to wholeness. Let’s take a deep breath, preferably outside, not while on a smoking break,  and let the spirit fill us. Let’s keep it in and breathe out the old, the anger, the fear. Let’s hug ourselves. Love ourselves. Let’s spread this to our neighbours. This is Christmas.  No one ever spoke of gifts. No one ever spoke of Santa Claus.

Folks, it’s time to spread the word. Time to embolden. It’s time to empower.  It’s time to spread the word of the truth. Time to educate. It’s fucking time to wake people up.

Wake them up! Wake them up! Wake them up!


The above was meant as a piece of entertainment.  There were no political, religious, or any other sort of influences and intentions that were brought up for any reason other than to create satiric and entertaining prose.

No offense to the peanut gallery.

In Silent Defense of my Reverie

Those self-satisfied word merchants selling anything from obtuse news to compartmentalized propaganda are usually in abuse of the written word.  They are aloof, unable of creative thought beyond manipulation. 

As one in the “words as power” category, I have tried to be a storyteller. I have represented yarns with beginnings and ends, and a lot of life challenges and hurdles in between. Sometimes the hero overcomes. Sometimes he becomes an anti-hero. Irrespective of the outcome, a story has been told, hopefully a lesson has been learned, and there is a tinge in some of teh readers’ hearts.  A tinge of a personal catharsis, perhaps.

During a poetry reading—way back when there were actual tangible poetry readings—a lot of people would approach me and thank me for hitting a nerve. Some of them cried, recalling a tough situation in their past. Other rejoiced a similar situation. People were touched in many different ways.  
Enter the post-poetry-reading years; the years of a faded fan base. The years where, for a ball-of-yarn of reasons,  reverie escaped me. I was not able to tell a story. I wa a character in others’ stories.  I became an icon of practicality, minus the marriage and the kids. It was a miserable time in terms of self-innovation from a creative sense . It was a time of -isms. And I tried to fit in all the sexy ones. I wanted to be in. I wanted to be it. I wanted to be the man. Politics. Human corporate management. Ignorance to poverty— be it of the soul, the bank account, the mind, the spirit. And this goes one of two ways—you either become oblivious to the whole thing and embrace your tyrranical status, or you cease being ignorant to reality. The latter involves numerous choices that can be acted upon. For the purposes of space, I shall concentrate upon the consequences of my personal introspection. 


Cleanliness is next to godliness; not as your mother must have told you, but rather as a cleansing of mind, body, and soul. In my case, it required gaining back my natural (real, pure, etc…) cognition. This is the only way to become pure, whole, and fulfilled for me. 

Physically, I took up a somewhat trunkated version of the straight edge lifestyle. For me, it was to no longer drink,smoke, and eat very unhealthy food. It also included daily meditation and above all, yes, reverie. Ah , reverie. The pure release of my creative soul. That fine line between sevaral worlds of existence. The symbiosis of some and destruction of others. The road to creativity opens up again.


I then invented my own -ism— democratism. And I am still a democratist to this day. A democratist is someone who supports the following 5 major tenets:

1. Freedom of expression

2. Innocent till proven guilty (no exceptions)

3. Egalitarianism 

4. Empowerment

5. Free and immediate essential services for all (health care, judicial, etc.)

There are niceties to the above I won’t get into here. Suffice it to say, this is what true democracy should be like. Unlike libertarianism,  it doesn’t favour private enterprise. Unlike anarchism, it is not a fringe or escapist way of living. Above all, democratism is something involving the self above all. It is a sober and enlightened path to oneness (discussed below).


Oneness has the end goal of two people uniting to be at one with the universe. Itbonvolves spiritual awakening and soul discovery. The ones involved usually need to be twin flames (or at least soul mates). I will get into this more at a later date, but the bonding of spiritband soul allows two individuals to attain spiritual awakening through mutual understanding beyond the scope of the defined. It is an understanding of the other through a deep emotional bond. 


The reason for our lack of understanding of what is beyond the tangible is mostly due to social constructs. These constructs are in place to keep all of us at bay. It is within each individual to define their reality. This is part of the first 2 steps above. It is necessaary to isolate ourselves from the fray in order to gain clarity and a definite path, be it spiritual or otherwise.


Harmony includes, first and foremeost, the attainment of oneness. It is the moment you have met your initially-defined goal. Harmony is different things to different people, and it doesn’t disqualify you from existing and loving others with slightly different end goals or different means of attainment them. It is about having done them in a harmoniousand virtuous way.


How many of us have even managed to achieve Step 1? 

As a democratist,  I am in goid position to write and create from my heart and soul. 

Thanks to all that have been reading me for the last 18 months.

Fake News Includes Misleading Hypotheses

Being a democratist by my definition, Morrissey doesn’t hold on to -isms and speaks of the truth. We don’t have to agree on everything, but please save us the media’s handling of facts. 

Morrissey blames the media and fake news for modt things. Whike we may not agree with his assessment,  he speaks from a goid place. From an honedt place. And though he blames the 14-year-old boy’s parents for Kevin Spacey’s acts, which made me cringe,  I still have to try to understand where he’s coming from.

As a democratist, I give Morrissey the forum. As a democratist, I also have the right to tell him he’s got to use a filter. As well, I freely say that some of the ideas he espouses make me cringe and want to start diatribes against him.

Judt my little rant.

The Niqab and Democracy 

Below is an Op-ed from Jeff Itcush, as shared on Facebook. My opinion comes after the piece.


​The Quebec government’s Bill 62 will ban face coverings within public service contexts with the justification of promoting “state religious neutrality “.  The Charest government attempted the same thing in 2010 with Bill 94.  Below, is an op-ed that I wrote in response to that bill.  My sentiments now are the same as they were then.   

 The Charest government’s recent effort to prohibit the wearing of the niqab in public service contexts is shortsighted.  If the spirit of Bill 94 is to promote integration in a pluralistic society, the legislation is poorly-conceived at best.  At worst, it will prevent healthy social integration.
 In the past decades, Quebec has promoted immigration from various parts of the world for political, economic and humanitarian reasons.  This has helped foster Quebec’s reputation as a tolerant and open society.   In these circumstances the presence of people practicing a diversity of religious and social customs should be expected.   This is also a part of a global transference of human populations that will be even more prevalent as the twenty-first century unfolds.  Monolithic societies simply do not exist anymore.  Throughout the twentieth century, governments which attempted to reinforce monolithic myths have fostered intolerance, discrimination and gross civil rights abuses.  These things have marred the history of those societies.  What then of Quebec?
 The presence of Niqabs and other religious symbols will be an ongoing but limited  phenomenon in Quebec.  This is simply evidence that Quebec is part of the globalized and increasingly urbanized world.  Most urban societies have already long been “communities of communities”.   The only way out of sharing the presence of those with different customs is to either try to escape the present or punish people who seem different.  Both of these reactions are unrealistic and the latter is problematic from a civil rights perspective.  In the bigger picture, the latter also shows that we are not as tolerant or “open” as we think.
 If we, as a society, wish to integrate those with diverse customs, then benefits to engage in the larger community must be obtainable.  Beyond this, it must be realized that only a few people in any given cultural or religious group will wish to forgo the opportunities that integration can offer.  Thus, the total number of people wishing to wear a niqab will be minimal.  Of  146,000 clients visiting Montreal’s health insurance board offices in 2008-2009, only ten women donned in niqabs requested accommodation.
 What then is a viable integration-building alternative?   Social integration does not exist without economic integration.  Economic integration does not exist without employment.  This is significant because, according to Statistics Canada,, unemployment among immigrants in the province is more than twice that of persons born here.  Given the issue at hand, this rate is even more telling when it is understood that nearly half of Quebec’s recent immigrants are Moslem. The majority of this group can function well in the French language.
 Integration is contingent upon employment.  Needed are legislated hiring policies that are consistent with the goals of real integration – economic engagement.  Given the opportunity to prosper, very few will choose to be disengaged from a society shrowded by customs of another era.   When, however, any group is excluded from the mainstream, it has no alternative but to seek refuge in the past.  People, no matter who they are, seek stability and some sense of solidarity.  
 Integration through employment is a means for people of diverse backgrounds to build commonality on the things they all seek  – mobility, prosperity and the opportunity to contribute. Governments, including Quebec’s, need to embrace proactive measures that engage the diversity of our population despite all of our interesting differences.   Niqab curtailment isn’t likely to accomplish this.  Employment will.
Jeff Itcush

Former President – Federation of Teachers of Jewish Schools


My take:

Here’s how the law curtails feminism. 

It would definitely be hypocritical of feminists to be for this law. After all, they support freedom of choice for women. And since this is the law made by middle-aged, mostly-male lawmakers, it would go against the very tenets of feminism by allowing them to control women’s rights. On the other hand,  it would be inappropriate for feminists to support this law if they believe men in the Muslim world are forcing these women to wear the Niqab. 

The above dilemma creates a quandary for feminists, and for us,  because we are mostly ignorant of the culture these women live in. And the main culprit in this is the mainstream media. They keep throwing images at us of those “terrorists” that are causing all the problems on this world. We are bombarded with shantee town-like images of Palestine and Lebanon. There are no images or reports about “those good Muslims”  (I’d say about the same ratio as people from all other religions) trying to live a straight and healthy life. They are just part of the problem and should stand up to the ones that are bad. I suppose it’s like how us Christians stand up to the KIK lynchings. 

Can we at least establish that most Muslims are good? Now we can move on to comparing the niqab to the crucifix. Although far more visible, the niqab is a religious symbol no more or less than the crucifix. 

Now let’s go to India, where women get killed by their husbands because of the dowry system. These are scorned by the media, yet hardly ever reported on. 

Read this from a progressive Muslim feminist.

Here’s a well-thought-out article on the subject.

This is a differing opinion, from a Muslim feminist against the Niqab.

All this should make it simple to conclude that the law is fair if we are looking for separation of church and state. But this isn’t the case here. This law picks on one sole religious group. For that, it must not exist, unless it can be proven that it incites hate and /or discrimination.


Quebec is one of the least socially and democratically progressive place in the western world. It is not surprising that they have chosen to discriminate against yet anotger group of “outsiders”. Quebec needs to build a tolerant, just, and democratic system and stop hiding under the veil of “the quiet revolution”. 

Are Coconut Water, Chia,  and Quinoa Really Superfoods?

I have written in the past about the value and benefits of good food to overall health. Cc’d Marketplace,  above has disproven one of my claims. 

I don’t believe I ever mentioned coconut water as a superfood. It is a waste of money. 

Quinoa makes great claims, but it isn’t enough to stop me from eating it, as it gives me the balance I need, especially with my IBS.

Chia needs to be eliminated from any diet. It’s a cash cow. I need to admit I was wrong and I’ve been off IT for months. Too much soluble fiber for me.