torsdag, maj 11, 2006
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Every now and then though, I have to return, cause if I don't, the immigration laws now imposed, will make me loose any benefits of my citizenship. Of its kind those laws are among the strictest in the world. Xenophobia, a fear of anyone ethnic different, have dictated them. Sounds familiary? Well, in Denmark it's tantamout to religious beliefs these days.
Let me state once and for all: I am not writing this out of any ill feelings, but because I love my country and with the cartoon row in mind, the world oughta know, so it could change back to the humane image it used to have.
This is the purpose of my blog.
So polarization emerged - and schizophrenia. Socialisme sure seemed to be the way to a better world - the only one we could imagine. At the same time the Americans were our saviors and displayed a lifestyle so grandiose and free it was hard to reject. We didn't know about McCarthy, segregation and all that. We only knew about Hollywood and the skyscrapers and the opportunity for any shoeshine boy to become a millionaire.
Yes I'm a worried man, always been that. As a kid I had nighmares of bombs falling in my neighbourhood. Guess I listened a little too much to the horrible war stories going around then. So when The Campaign Against Nuclear Disarmament was established, I marched every Easter, in Denmark and later on in Germany.
"Wir braucht keine Bunker, keine Führerhauptkvartier", we sang.
One thing I didn't find in India was God, but I found meditation, Pranayama, yoga and Buddhisme. And now I spend time in a freak country, where they think Buddha is a god and do their worshipping to legions of Brahmanian and Hindi gods. Has nothing to do with Buddhisme. About that in a later blog.
Back to my story: By and by I more or less dropped back again, I became a shopkeeper. For almost twenty years I was, untill I - before it was too late - unstrapped the heart-attack machine. With no family left and the freedom of early retirement at my hand, I took up travelling again. On my way to Australia I got stuck in Freakland, and here I am maybe freaking out, but not really free at all, having a hard time with my jealous Freak wife, enduring horrible conditions of heat and humidity, cursing every now and then the natives sloppiness in daily matters and their corruptness in business as well as worshipping. They are Freaks, that's the way it is. Anyway I'm never alone.
About the aim of this blog: Millions of midleaged men come to Freakland because of the seclusion they're stuck with in their own countries. They came for female company and a party going lifestyle, a style they never could have afforded at home. They come for smile and warmth, attemping to escape their lonliness. Those with good pensions never leave.
To tell their stories is one of my aims.
Every now and then, I shall post excerpts from a book I've been writting for 5 years now. Naturally, but unfortunetely - it's written in Danish. My linguistic skill does not stretch that far I can translate the lyrics into a poetic tone - so it will be posted in Danish. Therefore, Danes hang on.
The blogs will also be commenting on topical issues within politics, society and social fields in general. In that concept I shall - for further reading and contemplation - try now and then to link a site with the post. My favorite one is "truthout" where this link is from.
It's about George Double Trouble, "Junior", as the gang in The White House, Dirty Don, Tricky Dick and Creepy Conda calls the President of the United States. Is he a crook like Nixon was, or is he just a downright stupid ignorant? Or is he actally a moron, as the linked article suggest? Well, judge for yourself.
Stephen Pizzo: Forrest Gump's Evil Twin
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