“When my tomb is left unnoticed and my memory is forgotten, Oh, then I am dead.” Poet Bedros Tourian


Posted By on February 27, 2015

Friday, February 27, 2015
Being an Armenian writer
is an endless source of embarrassment to me;
which is why I feel on safer ground
when I identify myself as a retired church organist.
Deceivers are full-time professionals
unlike dupes who never rise above the status
of part-time amateurs.
The ideal dupe is he
who is brought up to believe
he is too smart to be duped.
In all organized religions
liars and dupes outnumber the honest men.
Because I was critical of Armenians
I was identified as a self-hating Armenian
by hateful Armenians who are as ubiquitous
as hateful Turks (most of whom are very probably


Posted By on February 26, 2015

How to explain the fact that
young Muslims are being recruited by ISIS?
The answer is:
They are driven not by love of ISIS
but by hatred of the West.
To have an idea of the depths of contempt
with which these young men and women are treated,
read Churchill on Indians in general (“I hate them”)
and Gandhi in particular (“a fakir”).
If you want to understand a country,
study not its laws but their implementation.
All men are created equal?
Don’t make me laugh.
Remember the slogan:
“The only good Indian is a dead Indian.”
I understand white men
because I understand my fellow Armenians.
On Armenians and Armenian literature:
if a writer is dead,
treat him with the respect due to a cadaver.
As for the others:
There are no others!