Malaga in Summer
(C) Ted Kouretas 2018
El Toro was next to me
As the crowd got loud
El Toro stopped smiling
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”
(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
A politically correct image
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
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
SNOWFLAKE: A term used to describe extremist liberals that get offended by every statement and/or belief that doesn’t exactly match their own. These individuals think they are just as “unique” as snowflakes, when really their feelings are just as fragile.
Source: Urban Dictionary
Snowflakes are usually defined as people who are too sensitive to hearing other points of view. The reason for this is their acolyte status within the confines of political correctness. They don’t need to be liberal. They just need to be hardheaded and mentally enslaved.
While one or just a few snowflakes can become recluses and not be a burden on society, millions of them tend to be very problematic. Their weak state, caused by a lack of openmindedness, is easy to take advantage of. As a popular modern example, lets take the Clinton Acolyte Movement (CAM). These people were turned into walking catch phrases. Ironically, one of the biggest brainwashed member was Hillary Clinton herself. She was the one brainwashed and one of the ones doing the brainwashing. During the 2016 presidential campaign, most people found her less than knowledgeable, although acolyte pundits and simple folks alike saw her as a progressive feminist. And this, again, ironically, was her downfall, seeing as it was the main contributor to her not being able to have an original thought throughout the campaign. Indeed, she was the stereotypical and prototypical puppet, strings being pulled by Bill Clinton, Barack Obama, Wall Street bankers, etc. While Trump was able to change strategies, she was just stuck in the cacophony of mental nothingness, not able to rebut the future President. She lost the last two debates, falling victim to Trump’s one-liners. Trump told the people what they wanted answers for. That’s why he won.
Trump won the presidency, but he failed to make any gains in the regressivism brought about by snowflake acolytes of the CAM. In fact, all the liberal media was doing was trying to discredit the President. To this day, tehy dig and dig and can find nothing of impeachable substance. And the CAM has acolyte-friendly rebuttals. The one that really digs deep into me is how Bill Clinton cannot be compared to Trump because he’s not the President. But Trump never received a blow job from a woman under his desk at the oval office. That’s more disgusting than anything the President has been accused of. But there’s the CAM, hanging on and repeating the aforementioned rebuttal. There are the same machines who scorn Trump for keeping his election promises on the one hand while scorning him for not keeping his election promises on the other. Make up your minds, snowflakes. It’s fucking irritating.
I was compelled to write this after the CAM hypocrisy of the last couple of days. Yes, the CAM encircles and controls the Democrats opinions in the USA. This week, there was the possible unification of the Koreas happening after a US government representative visited North Korea and just before President Donald Trump is set to visit Kim Jong-Un personally. A path was set and perhaps it will be agreed upon when the American President visits. But does Trump get any credit from the mainstream media? Would Obama have gotten credit under the same circumstances? The answers are clear, yet the zombies of the CAM are incapable of understanding this or even listening at any comments towards it.
When I was in university, as a leftist, I was always fighting for free speech. I was an advocate of differing views. But taht no longer exists. It seems as if there is a list of issues or topics that are brought up and categorized as either being appropriate or inappropriate to talk about. Thus speakers are chosen as per these guidelines. Anything beyong the “appropriate” column is deemed politically incorrect, evil, or, worst of all, otherworldly. It is condemned as as sort of -ist , usually racist. Ergo,free speech is curbed, if not halted, at the university level. These are people in their late-teens and early-twenties who have learned how to be judgemental.
Before continuing, I need to clarify that I have no political affiliation at this time and I have never been a supporter of the Republican party or any other right-wing party. But I am a democratist, not to be confused with a Democrat. I believe in equality, freedom, and justice. This is to say that I judge people according to how they go about administering policy, how they live their daily lives, how they act in the public realm in accordance to the law, and how they provide for the general citizenry.
Let’s tackle the issue of illegal immigration. President Trump is following the law 100% by planning to deport illegal immigrants. Why is CAM up in arms against this? He is following the law. Let me repeat in caps, lest you wake up: PRESIDENT DONALD TRUMP IS FOLLOWING THE LAW BY PLANNING TO DEPORT “ILLEGAL” IMMIGRANTS. Wake up snowflakes. What’s so hard to understand? But don’t take my word for it.
Illegal immigration is the illegal entry of a person or a group of persons across a country’s border, in a way that violates the immigration laws of the destination country, with the intention to remain in the country.
There. There’s no room for arguing. Although well-intentioned, the mayors allowing sanctuary cities arr breaking the law.
Then there’s the apparent feminist movement.
Feminism: The advocacy of women’s rights on the basis of the equality of the sexes.
Source: Google Dictionary
Democratism is 100% behind the feminist movement as defined above. I have been a feminist my whole life and have supported real feminist movements. What we have now is rampant support for female supremacy. Tough words, but true. In the least, it’s the ability to belitgle, bully, and insult males, especially white middle-aged ones, without any admonishment or repercussions. It’s a free-for-all oon these “evil oppressors”. Snowflakes, most of these “oppressors” are normal people who arevtrying to live a happy life by earning it and by abiding the law and being respectful.
I watch panels on TV newscasts and women can freely insult a man and the man has to hold back. Meanwhile, the woman can interrupt and yell at and falselyndiscreditbthe man while everyone accepts the discrediting as fact.
Then there’s the sensitive subject of sexual abuse. The leader of Canada’s New Democratic Party said that a man accused of sexual harassment should be considered guilty until proven innocent. He sort of withdrew a bit from his original comments, but only to the extent he had to to keep his male votes. The Prime Minister didn’t say as much, but he has forcefully made sure thatbhalf his cabinet ministers are women. With most of his cabinet being make, it would go against the democratic feminist dogma of equality. But the men need to shut up. Their opinion would be construed as misogynistic.
So let’s see. My neighbour doesn’t like me. She accuses me of sexual harassment. My career is ruined. I get shunned. I’m later found not guilty. That’s real fair.
Let’s conclude by hoping some CAM members have actually read this through. Let’s hope that people start seeing the truth.
BREAK OUT OF YOUR POLITICALLY CORRECT BUBBLE AND SMELL THE SHRILL SHOCK OF CONFORMITY IN THE AIR. UGH!!!
I’ve come to accept that the only sure thing in life is death. No. Not taxes. You must either be ignorant or just not rich enough.
But why does it need to be so painful? One pain no longer replaces another. It just joins the other to make it more intense. You naturally fall aslesp earlier just to wake up to go piss at 2 in the morning. Then you look at stars you thought would never age. But if Monica Belucci gets old, so will you. If Morrissey loses his voice, you bet you will too. If your high school teacher died after a life well spent, well…….
And remember, you won’t age as well as Monica.
I saw Shania Twain on TV the other day. She was so beautiful. But you couldn’t help seeing that she had to hide her age.
The lonely and misunderstood life of the moribund is trite at best. Acceptance is a step forward. You can accept your impending lack of energy, your continued receding hairline, even those new wrinkles around your eyes. Hell, I even accept being called “Sir” out of respect by young people. And I’m still 40-something.
The scary and misunderstood life of the ignorant and elding. It’s sad.
All this because Monica Belucci and Shania Twain, twomclassy ladies I’m still in love with, looked old on TV the other day.
But don’t worry. I’ve already snapped out of it.
Pool party and drinks
You’re the life of the party
Till you shrivel up
(C) Ted Kouretas 2018
I know, it’s been almost a decade since I wrote an actual paper letter to you. Remember those days when we still insisted on paper letters even though there was the ease of email? Sort of like the way we use email now instead of texting or skyping. Those were different days. Not because of the apparent ease of communication technology, but rather because we were young.
I remember back. Way back. Remember when we had to sit and drink our cold coffee and actually talk? We coukd easily pick out the shy ones then. There was no hiding. There was no secret text flirting. No. We flirted with our fucking eyes. Oh, my dear friend Nate. I miss those days.
I saw Amelia finally got married and had a baby as well. I saw it on Facebook the other day. Then I thought of my original letter about her. She was a terrific girl. But that slut image did her in. It saddens me still–knowing she actually gave in to fodder. But fodder can be strong. She was a beautiful girl. In so many ways. And so intelligent for her age. She was barely in her 20s yet she knew so much. Maybe it was her haughty upbringing. But it served her well. Lost souls like us turn out better without having the extra burden of money to worry about. Too bad that didn’t continue between her and me. I know I was over 10 years older, but u coukd imagine myself in an office overlooking the big city. As long as I toed the line and ident cheat on her. Yiu know, like an imprisonment sans creativity. But it would have righted wrongs, Nate. I would have fixed myself and then righted wrongs. And I’d have assurance. Insurance. I’d have reassurance. And financial backing.
Oh my God! What do I sound like? And now I capitalize ‘God’. Don’t worry. I’m still the same old me. That’s why I’m writing you, my friend. I’m more me than ever. I’ve delved moderately into my subconscious mind and come out with thoughts that explain so much. I know why I have suffered so often with my thoughts. With conflict. I know why I’ve gone astray. And I also know why I get sick and nothing wrong is found. But don’t let that fool you. If it continues, this pain and suffering of the body, they will one day find the menace. And they won’t at all understand what’s wrong except for what the diagram shows them. They will diagnose, hopefully something curable, and blame it on some ‘logical’ cause. Even stress needs to be questioned in terms of ‘why’.
I was molested by a female family member. There, I said it Nate. It’s easier that way. I just stumbled upon it during a discussion. The thought of her using me for her pleasure just played through like a stage play. Anyway, that’s past me now. But she is the reason for all those mood swings I was guilty of. And she may even be responsible for me subconsciously pushing Amelia away and becoming a sex addict. You knkw the rest. But do you know what it’s like to find this out when most of your life is over?
I had to share this with you because I can’t share it with anyone else. You know how the family would react. You caan imagine how difficult it is living with this. Thanks for reading it. It means so much.
Nate, if only we can alter our pasts. If we can keep all the beneficial events and get rid of the destructive ones. Fools bring up fools, as we’d already discussed. Imagine a negative thought now bringing about painful physical symptoms. Imagine npt being believed by elitist ignoramus doctors. They try to keep you well by not giving you the adequate drugs you need. And they blame it on the opiate crisis that they’ve invented. It’s like Greece being the global scapegoat for greedy bourgeois capitalists.
But you know, Nate, I’ll go out and get my opiate tonight. There’s a pub down the street. I don’t drink. I watch foos drink. They look so stupid. Then I pick a so-called ‘victim’. I talk to her. Say the right things. You know…. They are overtaken by my gallantry, charm, and potential for power. So I go through the rounds. Even if it bores me, I need that rush to keep my sanity.
It should ain’t no office in a skyscraper.
For all my shortcomings
May I be forgiven
For all my frailties
May the sands of time
Find a perfect panacea
I walk out
And your nudity meets me
Not the right time
It never was
But we bite into each other
I saw the miraculous once-in-a-lifetime woman
Yet she is too dear to describe
I don’t want her shattered in my lexicon
She is so much better than you
This panacea of disdain moves me
And in turn renders YOU useless
As you’ve already realized
Copyright Ted Kouretas 2017
You may see a few of them again
Kiss them goodbye
Hug the good-looking ones
And get their phone numbers
After all, you’re all adults
August around the corner
Summer still hasn’t heated up
Yet you know it’ll baste
It’ll cook you
With clenched fist you call her
She invites you over for a traditional Japanese lunch
The Peruvian one does the same
The third one, the Venezuelan escaping communism
She’s the outgoing one
The one you fuck but never see again
To both your likings
As she travels to Malaysia
Teachers of languages are unique souls
Usually poor, in their starving artist stage
Enslaved by inspiration
That you hope may come to be
Copyright Ted Kouretas 2017
The song above, “Poets”, seemed to me the most fitting for today’s occasion.
Last night, Gord Downie died and a country was devastated by the news, released this morning by his family. Gord represented Canada like no one else. Along with The Tragically Hip, we were taken from coast to coast to coast after over 22 years of what became our Canadian identity through sensitive and poetic lyrics and talented bluesy rock music. There was something for everyone. We all have that tune in our head today.
Gord united the country. Athletes, politicians, entertainers, and journalists, along with us regular folk, celebrated Gord’s life and mourned his death. We know he’s in a “Gift Shop” somewhere up there. Probably spewing witticisms while making sure all the hard work is being done. For whom else has a Prime Minister cried?
The biggest gift we received from Gord was the result of forgiveness, wherewithal, and courage. Namely, we received unity from coast to coast to coast. He was observed and celebrated by the first nations people, the very ones who needed reconciliation from what was done to them by Gord’s ancestors.
Gord, thank you. From all Canadians. And rest in peace.