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(Satirisk Eventyr) I guess most of my readers have now for some time been fully aware that we earthlings at this point of time are all living in the shadowy world of the dead (also called ‘The Underworld’, ‘The Deep State’ or ‘The Netherworlds’).

After all it was widely, almost universally publicized roughly half a dozen years ago that the earthly world, as we knew it, after having for a few centuries slice by slice gone bunkers, was finally totally destroyed on Dec.22, 2012, as it had in fact been accurately foretold by the Mayan priesthood.

Hence everyone are now ‘living’ in the netherworlds, the world of the dead.

But many well informed people of course also know that conditions and circumstances in many ways are almost as real in the shadowy world of the dead as before our global annihilation.

Clearly that’s basically why we have been able to recently report from some of the top-leaders in our new underworld. But of course the old world-leaders’ generally high esteem for some of this writers major reportings has obviously contributed to making everything happen more smoothly.

Recently the new underworld deep down below the former Danish capital enjoyed a rare visit by the flamboyant – in a shadowy, rather dead way of course – Atlantica prime minister Dr. Julia.

Reportedly Dr. Julia wanted to especially secure the full cooperation and support for her and her associates’ political missions from the respected leader of the Danish netherworlds, Dr. Cluck, who personally picked up Dr. Julia deep down under the old Copenhagen airport.

‘Hello Dr. Cluck, it’s me, Julia, you do remember me, don’t you?

‘But certainly Dr. Julia, how could I ever forget you? You always looked like a million dollars, something that’s constantly on my mind. Tell me, what can I do for you? The trip was all right, I hope?

‘Yes, thanks, we enjoyed the trip a lot. Only we had a minor problem finding your fine little city on our cards over the netherworlds. Luckily, just in time someone happened to glance out through the windows and thus saw a small collection of houses and all, and hence we suspected your great underworld capital city would be just about right beneath us somewhere. And well – here I am.

‘Wonderful, I’m so glad you are here. We need to try and find something to amuse ourselves with the next day or so. Do you like playing cards, patience or something? Did you perchance bring your own deck of cards? You wouldn’t happen to go for a game of chess, would you?

‘Oh, I’m so glad for your positive approach to the art of neighbourliness, Dr. Cluck. But let me assure you I never play chess, which I find absolutely childish. But I always bring my own deck of cards to play patience or else my black Taroc cards. Would you like me to predict your future from my Taroc cards? I’ill do it for free, absolutely!

‘Sure, sounds great to me. I always wanted to have my future divined, on account I feel – well, I dare say I almost know – that I have a great, great future. But ofcourse it would be nice to REALLY know! Listen, as soon as we arrive at my office we’ill take a few hours off and amuse ourselves?

‘I’m so happy, Cluck. Let’s hurry, I love divining with my Taroc cards. And I always felt you definitely have an interesting, promising future.

‘Thanks a lot, Julia. I appreciate that. You know I try to behave like any other ordinary underworld human zombie, but of course it’s often quite hard to conceal how very special I am, how grand a future I have.

But I notice we’re already there. Please follow me to the escalator, in this way we may arrive at my private rooms quite unhassled. So – now we’re here. You may lay out your Taroc cards on this little table over there, if you please. I’ill order some tea for you, and cookies.

‘Thank you, Cluck, sounds good. But won’t you join me for tea and cookies?

‘No, no, no, I never take tea. I think, though, that perhaps I had better order a few bottles of wine. I suddenly remember we were yesterday sponsored with a half dozen cases of really nice red wine from one of my many admirers. I always felt it’s important to be accessible to all citizens and sponsors, not just the rich, you know!

Here is tea and wine, now. But have you laid out the Taroc cards, Julia? Please tell me, what’s the good message.

‘Yes, dear, the cards are all laid. And I dare say there’s great news for you, Cluck! You want me to read it out for you right away?

‘Oh, but certainly, I can hardly wait to hear the sweet words directly from you and the gods of the shadows.

‘Yes, of course. Here you are, then. You see these 3 key cards here. The first is called the King, the second over there the Queen and the third down here the Sword. Naturally you want to know what these 3 important cards mean in the positions indicated, and I’m certainly only too glad to tell you.

I’m so glad we’re here, you and me together. But you have to trust me now, because I have important things to tell you. So listen carefully, please.

‘Sure, go right ahead Julia, and hurry please!

‘All right. But you have to trust me, Cluck! I’m here to help you, read my lips!

‘But certainly I trust you, Julia, I always did, I would follow you to the end of the underworld, you ought to know that. After all that’s what I’m here for!

‘Yes, right. But now I have some important things to announce to you from my black magick cards of destiny.

Firstly, the King card personifies you. You are thus, potentially, the King of things and situations!

Now comes the Queen card. This card symbolizes myself. Obviously I’m your Queen – in a somewhat metaphorical way, of course. But what it means is you have to heed and comply with the advice and wishes of the Queen. I guess you understand that clearly?

After all we are now living in a modern, progesssive underworld where women are equal to and in fact often the leaders of all the other dead shadows. I’m sure you understand that? You ought to, otherwise I can hardly help you.

‘But of course, Julia, dear. But what about that 3rd card, the Sword, what does this card symbolize?

‘As a matter of fact the 3rd card is very, very important. Because, after all, both you and I have long known we are in a way already King and Queen whereever we are among our kinfolks, the elites in the world of the dead.

But – and this is very important, so please listen carefully: the 3rd card, the Sword, tells us unmistakeably how you must behave to secure your wonderful future as King among the zombie elite: You have to live by the sword!

Now, this is of course just generally speaking. Because we have to interpret the additional seven Taroc cards in order to decipher and read this key card in relation to actual underworld politics.

And it thus transpires, that what is meant is basically this: You have to support me and my zombie friends in every possible way in our mission to make the world of the dead more just end righteous! Which of course can be done only by the sword!

I need to eventually lay this out in more detail, of course. But you have to trust me, Cluck, mark my words! So here come the important details and remember I’m here to help you – read my lips!

‘But of course, Julia, dear. I understand all that, go on please.

‘All right. What you have to do urgently and obligatory is this.

Firstly and most important, you have to support me and my zombie friends and associates in all our endeavours to strafe these monsters over there in the Gussian world of the dead. I hate them, they are so evil. They won’t even give us our due respect as the masters of the underworld, who are doing gods work. Can you imagine that? The pricks!

But what’s much, much worse is they won’t give us our gold! I almost can’t believe this, but that’s how it is: they won’t give us our gold! The monsters! The gold that we have a historical claim on, and which god has promised us, because it’s ours!

I know you have studied history a lot and hence know, I’m sure, that about 100 years ago his excellency mr. Gasputin and the Emperor of Gussia gave us all the gold of the Gussian empire. To have practically as our own, or almost. Worth hundred of billions in todays value!

Most everyone that know history are aware of all this of course. But it now transpires these Gussian traitors didn’t give us ALL their gold, but hid some of it for their own uses. The monsters!

That’s why we have to strafe these traitors and hit their houses and their cities and their armies and their friends and all in their squalid netherworlds. Justice has to be done. If justice is not done, the underworld will descend into anarchy and chaos!

Remember my dear Cluck, my friend, we’re doing gods work and hence we have a god given right to all this gold these Gussian pricks have concealed from our righteous claims. I almost can’t belive this is happening, but it is.

But I can assure you we shall strafe these monsters and teach them a lesson they wont forget so soon. Do you understand?

‘Yes, yes, dear Julia, perfectly, I know, gods work, certainly. You can count on me! But what’s in it for me – that is, I mean, what can I do right now to help you and your deep state zombie associates?

‘I’m glad you asked that question, Cluck, dear. Of course you want to know, and I shall now delineate it for you in more detail.

I suppose You wonder about all these other Taroc cards laid out here on my black magick cloth, dear Cluck. And I can assure You these additional seven cards are all very important, and also extremely auspicious of course.

So what my intuition told me already before laying out the cards has once again proven absolutely reliable: Your future, Dr.Cluck, dear, here in our new underworld among the dead zombies is definitely extremely promising.

Now you will clearly ask how come I can tell this with absolute certainty just from my magick Taroc card as they are laid out here for you.

However I have to say, I cannot reveal in minute detail why those other seven cards are so wonderfully auspicious. You see, you have to be an initiate into the art of black Taroc card magick to be allowed to have all these occult forces revealed to you.

But that of course should be no problem, as I already know you trust my absolute sincerety and honesty without reservation. Isn’t that right, dear Cluck?

‘But of course, Julia, dear, please go on. But hurry, as I have to soon order a few more bottles of wine. And won’t you have another cookie, dear?

‘Oh, thank you so much, that’s very considerate of you, Cluck. I’ill take just one more cookie, but I certainly have to watch my figure, you know.

Now, let me be entirely frank with you, Cluck, dear. It’s not necessarily very easy to qualify for a permanent top job as King among equals in the underworld elite of zombies.

Because one has to meet certain, rather stringent standards. By which I mean one has to perform certain, perhaps even somewhat delicate tasks to the absolute satisfaction of our common supreme masters – the Emperor of the zombies and his entourage – down here in the shadowy world of the dead.

But of course I have already learned that you are basically absolutely willing to help me and my zombie masters to recuperate all that gold the Gussian monsters have stolen from us.

Now, then, I shall specify in somewhat more detail what is further expected from you, which of course is what all these magick Taroc cards are channelling to me almost directly from the gods of the dead.

Firstly there’s the question of the black gold. By this of course is meant the black gold of the Gussian underworld monsters.

Obviously they think they can steal our black gold also. Isn’t that schocking? Imagine, they first steal nearly all of our real gold and then they have the insolence to think they can get away with stealing our black gold also? Can you imagine that? The villains.

But according to what my magick Taroc cards say, that’s where you come into the picture, Cluck, dear: You have to try and disrupt their plans for the so called GussianOil.2 pipeline going from the wretched Gussian underworld to the Neuropean netherworlds.

Perhaps you cannot entirely hinder that pipeline, though, but at least and as a very minimum you have to obstruct and disrupt it as much and as long as at all possible!

Now, let me assure you the underworld zombie elite is very much aware of the great work you have sucessfully discharged during several years by disrupting the pathetic little country of which you are now the head of state – the Danish netherworld of dead zombies.

For instance you have successfully disrupted the regional democracy of your ridiculous little state, which is very important for me and my zombie overlords as this means your rich underworld countryside is becoming almost emptied of the parasitic Danish zombies.

This means the danish zombies are soon to be replaced by parasitic alien zombies, which makes everything much more chaotic and disruptive.

I suspect you are fully aware how important it is to disrupt and create chaos everywhere in the Neuropean netherworlds and especially in the rich countryside and the farm industry in your underworld?

The reason for this of course is that some of the most important billionaire deep state dead zombies, both in the TallyStreet underworld, the Donlon City netherworld and Mr. Sunk and Mr. Natter in the Free-States’ and the Levantine underworlds all want to acquire these assets as their private, personal property and possessions.

It’s especially the rich, lush countryside and its wonderful weather system you have so successfully developed – perhaps right now the worlds most salutary weather system here in our global new netherworlds of the dead – that these honourable billionaire zombie Lords of ours want as their own.

Of course you can hardly blame these dead zombie gentlemen for wanting to eventually own what is after all just their god given right! You do agree, don’t you, Cluck, dear?

‘Oh but certainly, dear Julia. But please go on, I almost can’t wait to hear more about when I will be King of the dead in my own underworld. It will be soon, won’t it?

And by the way I want it please to be understood that I really expect a somewhat more propitious remuneration than was given to my predecessor, Dr. Hollow, who was only made Queen of Save the Zombie Quids. Of course zombie quids are nice and important, but still I should certainly hope for a bit more than that, shouldn’t I?

‘Please, dr. Cluck, my friend, be patient. Of course you will get quite a bit more! After all you have created a lot more disruption and chaos in your pathetic little zombie state than your predecessors – even if we know they certainly tried hard enough!

But before we return to the big question of the stolen black gold I would like to touch upon the issue of the Ministry of Disruption, a ministry you promised me last that you would create urgently.

Have you created this important ministry by now, dear Cluck? The reason why I’m asking is I don’t seem to notice a ‘Ministry of Disruption’ in the list of government ministries as provided by you.

‘But of course, Julia, dear. The Ministry of Disruption has certainly already been successfully instituted in our government. And I think I can state with confidence that we have picked the most cleverly devious and reckless woman in our government as its head.

Only – and of course that’s why you missed this ministry in our list – we have resolved, until further notice, to not name it ‘Ministry of Disruption’ but something else entirely. I certainly hope you appreciate how clever that is, – I mean by deceiving the dead zombie citizens so as to keep calm in our netherworld?

But I also want to point out, that this ministry’s task force for creating chaos and disruption among the dead has been faithfully named ‘Disruption Task Force’.

And I should like to impart just one specimen of the mind set of this important task force, namely a very clever mantra invented by a certain high profile member of the task force: ‘Burn everything down every seven years!’

That’s both creative and progressive, don’t you think? Certainly I can hardly begin to tell you how happy I am to have zombies like that in my underworld government.

‘But of course, Cluck, dear. How clever that is. This is certainly a load off of my chest. I would like to already now tentatively congratulate you with how progressive everything is in your deep state zombie government!

Now we have to return to the issue of our stolen black gold. We all know how Mr. Hussi and Mr. Assa time and again tried to steal our black gold. And likewise we have all heard about their seriously bad luck!

But the wretched Gussians zombies and their devious Giranian friends have obviously until now neither learned to fear nor sufficiently experienced the wrath of our gods of the underworld, but proceed with impudence in their vile cabals to illegally hide our black gold from us!

But of course we shall take our black gold back and punish these zombie villains in the process! I think you may safely rely on that, dear Cluck.

‘Of course, Julia, dear. But precisely what am I expected to do now to oblige the Emperor of the Zombies? By the way, who is Emperor right now? Could you possibly give me just a few hints as to the whereabout and identity of the Emperor and his splendid Court of Zombies?

‘Oh, no, no, no. Please dont be silly, dear Cluck. Identity and whereabout of the Emperor and his Imperial Court is of course extremely secret. In fact so secret, that not even I – although being a full Queen of the Dead for all of the Atlantica netherworlds – have been imparted with these facts.

The thing is, you have to be at least an Arch-Duke or even an Arch-Prince to be initiated into that kind of deep occult knowledge. Hence I can only tell you, that the Emperor is very, very rich and mighty and that he normally is designated just ‘ET of Z’. Of course that’s just short for Emperor of The Zombies or perhaps Emperor of The Zombieworlds.

Furthermore that his court is large and rich and that his closest entourage is made up of twelve Arch-Magicians, called Sappos.

These Sappos are of course all accomplished Black Magicians of the Dead and are invested with the task of maintaining discipline among the courtiers and the entire zombie population in the netherworlds. I’m told they just Zap, Zap, Zap anyone that’s getting out of line.

The first Zap may mean disability for the wretched target. The second Zap may mean insanity for the miserable. But the third Zap often means certain death and extermination from the world of the Zombies! How awful that would be!

Incidentally it’s almost certainly also these Arch-Magicians that – by the agency of my magick Taroc cards as laid out here on the black cloth – through their accomplished black magick impart the will of the Emperor and the gods of the shadows unto me.

Do you understand all that clearly, dear Cluck?

‘But certainly, Julia, dear. And I dare say I’m rather impressed by the power and riches of the Imperial Magick Court of the Zombies.

But specifically, what is it your black magick Taroc cards actually convey unto you from the ET of Z – about all that stolen black gold. I mean, what is it I’m supposed to do next for you and your dead zombie associates, please?

‘Yes, our course, Cluck, dear – you want to know. Now listen closely:

It has pleased his Hollyness, the ET of Z, to impart unto me by venue of my magick Taroc cards, that the Imperial Court expect you to travel down to Gothica and talk to that reprehensible Uber-Witch of the Gothic Zombies, Dr. Schnorrkel. And demand on behalf of the Emperor that she disrupt the GussianOil.2 pipeline as completely as at all possible.

Do you think you can do that, Cluck, dear?

‘But of course, I already know Dr. Schnorrkel and I think I can fix her no problem!

‘Oh, that would be just great, dear Cluck. You see, I hate this sorry Uber-Witch of the Gothics so much I would rather not talk to her at all.

But mind you, rumours has it she is a 3rd generation Uber-Witch of the Polish Black-Wood Zombies. Can you imagine that? The prick!

And please also take care to have her promise to sanction the Gussian monsters in every way possible. This may, by the way, be particularly valuable for yourself in your endeavours to disrupt your pathetic little zombie deep state to the utmost.

You understand – you may mortally weaken the agri sector and hence the whole countryside of both your underworld and all of the Neuropean netherworlds. And thus make it possible for the Emperor and his dead zombie associates to secure their rightful ownership of the entire, lush countryside of your pathetic little zombie state on the cheap. After all, it IS the Emperor’s rightful property, don’t you agree?

‘But certainly, Julia, dear. I shall definitely do the best I can. Trust me – read my lips!

‘Of course, dear Cluck. I know I can trust you.

Now I want to touch upon another issue entirely, namely that of security. Do you feel the security for yourself and your zombie subjects is altogether adequate? Tell me a bit about that, will you dear Cluck?

‘But certainly, Julia, dear, I’ill be glad to. I suspect you are alluding to things like police and secret police, the courts, the hospitals and the press here in my underworld of dead zombies. Hence I’ill give you a few hints on each of these objects.

The police in general seems to be rather friendly towards our mission of disruption, perhaps especially the young staff. The thing is, of course, that the sway and power and general standing of the police – and in particular the secret police – waxes in direct proportion to the degree of chaos and disruption in our world of dead zombies. Also they then get more staff and well paid positions like captains of police and chief agents.

Nevertheless you have to always be vigilant towards the police as there of old are quite a few staff with oldfashioned, entirely fake ideas about honour, conscience and justice. Thus I and my zombie associates cannot feel totally comfortable with the police, not now and not in the near future.

On a positive note it has to be acknowledged that our secret police has now already for a few decades been happy to do gods work in close cooperation with their foreign dead zombie partners. Thus the old fashioned so called ‘Counter Espionage’ is practically abolished, which of cource is very encouraging and comforting for me and all my zombie associates.

Likewise our Courts of Justice of the Dead are generally and often to a quite adequate degree doing gods work. Hence they probably don’t constitute a major threat to myself and my zombie subjects. One has to remember that traditionally most judges have been recruited from the staff in our justice department and the police.

Still, and for the same reasons as for the police, you can certainly not fully trust the courts to support our zombie lords. But nothing to do about that in short order.

Concerning the hospitals in our particular netherworld the picture is not entirely satisfactory. Of course I have done much work to starve and disrupt the public hospitals as much as at all possible. We wouldn’t want to use too many ressources to treat dead zombies, would we?

Still you can’t say the Zombie Lords are controlling the hospitals adequately. Of course we have already control of some key positions, perhaps in particular among the anaesthetic staff?

But generally I feel there is much work of disruption to be done in our public hospitals before full zombie control is established. Of course it’s quite important for us to be able to mortally maltreat any and all dead zombies getting out of line!

Lastly, regarding the press, here is regrettably a small item of concern in the otherwise quite pleasing situation of safety and security down here in our underworld government. Namely that of the independent bloggers.

Of course most bloggers are absolutely harmless dead zombies, who are only too glad to help us do gods work. Still there are a few, very few thank god, specimens among bloggers who are not entirely trustworty and thus must be under constant surveillance. But still, by and large, no big deal I think.

‘Oh, I’m so glad to hear that, Cluck, dear. But come to think of it, I seem to recall a murmur of complaint, or something, from the Court of the ET of Z. Could it be, that your underworld hosts a parasite from the devil’s world among these so called harmless bloggers. I fear that’s what the gist of these murmurs in the Imperial Court may have been about.

‘I have no idea what you’re hinting at, dear Julia.

‘Now, Cluck, you have to be entirely frank with me. Could it be the name of this demon impostor is something like Galice, or something? You have to come clean with me right now, dear Cluck!

‘Oh, yes, now I suddenly remember something about a certain blogger-pain-in-the-neck. Yes, yes, I now seem to rember everything.

‘Please tell me about it, Cluck, dear. I have to make a report to the Imperial Court of Zombies, you know. The Arch-Magicians at the Imperial Court seem to have sensed a rather conspicous crack in the matrix, something that of course is of extreme concern to them.

‘Yes, yes, sure. Please, I’ill certainly tell you everything i remember right now. It is, I think, rather a long story, whence of course I have to generally summarize and condense somewhat.

You see, as I recall it, already long before the old world went belly up in December 2012, there were obviously budding zombie magicians hiding in the matrix here and there. And just about half a dozen decades ago some of these budding zombie magicians are said to have sensed certain, rather small yet already worrying cracks in the matrix.

This is supposed to have been said, likewise budding parasitic troll, later known as the blogger Galice. Now these small cracks in the matrix slowly but surely grew to be of serious concern to the budding zombie magiciens so that they even before the final disruption of the old world tried several clever magick tricks to dispose of said Galice.

I can hardly begin to here make a more or less complete list of all the clever tricks the Imperial Zombie Magiciens have perpetrated through many years to dispose of these rather worrying cracks in the matrix.

But I can assure you, that scarcely any trick has been untried to harass, threaten, maim, kidnap, torture, kill and ultimately Zap said impostor Galice: Malign harassment on his job in the ministry, open and cloaked threats, missions to hit him on the streets, to kidnap while travelling, to torture and kill, plus several magick Zappings in the middle of the night in his sleep to kill or maim him.

Also harassment or missions to hit his friends and extended family: F.i. were the houses of two of his closest friends burned down. And so on and so forth.

The crux of the matter is, I believe, that this fake impostor blogger’s ability to evade or withstand all the missions to hit him has rather confounded the accomplished Arch-Magicians of the Imperial Court. It’s simply quite unique they seem to think, as it has obviously rarely happened before.

I also believe the zombie magicians reckon this man Galice is clairvoyant, plus he reportedly has occasionally been quite incredibly lucky. A couple of instances that I recall:

– On June 21. 2012 he contacted a small private hospital in order to have an op. for hernia. On June 22. 2012 a Turkish Phantom fighter was shot down over northern Syria, conceivably so as to remove focus from an assault on said Galice, perhaps to be hospitalized already on June 26. But already in the morning of June 22nd he was warned very vividly in his sleep a hit was planned and hence on June 26. cancelled the operation. The puzzling ‘Phantom Crisis’ then also dutyfully faded away.

– Wanting to visit family in northern Jutland in April 2010, he was repeatedly warned at night in his sleeps to stay away. There was a large NATO excercise ‘Brilliant Mariner’ concurrently going on in the district. And to divert focus from the planned kill or kidnapping by (Polish?) paratroopers a Polish jetliner with most of the Polish government top was downed on April 10th. All to no awail as this irritating fake demon troll newer showed up as planned and expected.

I also seem to recall a couple of cases of incredible luck:

– After visiting an old girlfriend in a residential quarter and while walking through rather deserted residential streats he was followed by a van, probably with a small army of agents? But just 50 feet or so before he was to be picked up a young woman in a flashy yellow windbreaker showed up from nowhere and of course stuck ou like a sore thumb. Or rather like a thumb in the eye of the hit-squad on account of the garishly yellow (warning) colour.

A hit-squad is obviously instructed to normally abort mission if an unexpected and unknown witness pops up, on account they would have to kill him/her also. And they couldn’t know if she perhaps might be the daughter of a VIP, for instance a member of parliament or a police chief inspector. So the van dutifully veered off and left the scene.

– Something rather similar reportedly happened while this impostor Galice was at dusk biking home from downtown along a somewhat lonely stretch close to a large sea. A hitman was waiting for the cyclist, but just at the ‘wrong’ point of time a young woman came up biking alongside to overtake said Galice. What luck!

Also he is told to be quite incredibly clever to spot hitmen and -women and agent-provocateurs on any given scene, which has happened at least a dozen times. But perhaps it’s just a combination of a well developed sixt sense and a knack for reading body language.

‘Yes, yes, dear Cluck, this is all very well. But you haven’t given up on taking this fake impostor blogger of the devil’s down, I hope?

‘No, no, no, certainly not, dear Julia, it’s a mission that’s constantly on our minds, I can assure you. Right now we are especially also trying to harass his friends and extended family while concurrently harassing himself with his banking business, his telephone and sms messages being lost and that sort of thing so as to spin him into a cocoon to limit his space to stir and move around in.

Please be assured we are working vigilantly to take this demon anomaly in the zombie matrix down. Another thing is he don’t blackmail or threaten. You understand, I’m sure, that you can only threaten any fake impostor trolls if they want to accept the threats and blackmail! And He obviously doesn’t. For instance we can only blackmail and threaten the Gussians on account they are perhaps not clever enough to refuse?

‘Thanks, Cluck, I’m pleased to have heard your report. Because I feel you have been touching on issues the Emperor and his Arch-Magicians of Dead Zombies are very much concerned about.

By the way I suddenly seem to remember someone hinting at an ancient prophecy of some sort that apparantly has had the ET of Z and his entourage seriously worried for some years. This, then, might possibly to some degree explain the amazingly massive viciousness of the efforts of the Emperor’s Magick Sappos to normalize their matrix?

They apparently suspect this man Galice might perhaps be an impostor the devil has sent up into our underworld to create disruption and chaos in our matrix of dead zombies!

However I obviously cannot go into the particulars of this occult knowledge on account it’s starkly forbidden for anyone not initiated into the world of the Zombie Emperors Arch-Magicians occult cabal.

Very well, Dr. Cluck, I think this aboaut winds up our talk today. And please accept my sincere assurances of how great a pleasure it’s been to again work with you here in your fine little Ducal court of the dead.

Personally I feel you may definitely very soon expect to be named King of the Zombies here in your small capital city of the shadows.

But until then I wish you the best of luck with all your important missions of disruption!

‘Thank you so much, dear Dr. Julia. It was as always a great pleasure to be with you and especially to have you divine my great, important future. I wish you a very nice trip back to the Atlantica netherworlds.’



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Jydske Lov, Josias Rantzau, Juvenal’s Satirer, Blicher og Søren Holm, H.C.Andersen og Niels Hancke.

(15.Mar.2018) On this somewhat windy and really bitingly cold early spring afternoon I managed to find shelter in one of the friendly cafés leaning on the Copenhagen City Hall Square.

I’m planning to write just a few words about my today’s excesses at the permanent dutch book sale a few blocks from here.

I settled on 6 books and as the per item price today is 40 DKK (just about $6) it adds up to a total of 240 DKK (or around $35) – from this month’s already rather exhausted book account. So what have we got?
(warning – all books are in Danish language, consequently samples will likewise be cited in Danish)


What’s curious about this edition of our venerable Jutish Law, that is supposed to have found its written form in the early 13th century, is that in one handy vol. in 8vo you have the law in three different languages in parallel text; i.e. the original old Danish version from the first half of the 13th century, then also a version from the reign of king Christian 4. (1590), with a Low German translation to boot.

Here is a sample from p.58, about buying and selling land (translating law-text is of course fraught with difficulties and peril, whence also this specimen is cited in the original). First the Danish version from abt. 1590, after that the early Danish from the early 1200’s, whereas I skip the Low Germen for shortness:

“HUOR JORD SKAL SKIØDIS. Paa Tinge skal mand Jord skiøde, oc ey anderstedz, det er, paa det Herritzsing som Jorden udi ligger, eller paa Sysselting, eller paa Landsting, eller for Konningen: fordi at Tingsvidne er saa sterckt, at imod Tingsvidne skal ingen Low giffuis.”

“HWARÆ IORTH SKAL KØPÆS. A thingi skvlæ mæn iord skøtæ oc æi andærstæt, thet ær a hærætz thing thær ior i liggær, æth a sylæ thing, æth a lanz thing, æth for kvnung, for thy at things witnæ ær swa starct at gen things wittnæ skal æi løgh givæs.”

A great buy for 6 bucks.

2. DET STORE AARHUNDREDE. Af Jacques Boulenger. Oversat af Paul Læssøe Müller. København 1925, Henrik Koppels Forlag, 422 p. Very nicely bound in light coloured half calf.

Off hand I know nothing about the author, Mr. Boulenger, although everything seem to indicate a careful, knowledable work. It’s ofcourse the Sun-King’s century we’re dealing with, i.e. from Louis XIII to Louis XIV.

As an aside here is a curious item of gossip about the Sun-King. The rumor was that a Danish officer, Josias Rantzau, born 1609 and who made it to Marechal de France, might reasonably be regarded as the father of Louis 14.

The Danish genealogist Tycho de Hoffman, who wrote in the 18th century, relates from a german book issued in the 1600’s, that Richelieu arranged for Rantzau to be close, even intimate with the queen, Anna of Austria.

She was said to be much enchanted by Rantzau, who was then by many regarded as the most handsome officer and chevalier of his time.

At any rate I regard this volume as another great buy for 6 bucks, so as to supplement my small collection of books in and about the French, and I don’t think I have seen it before.

2. D.I.JUVENAL’S OTTENDE, TRETTENDE OG FJORTENDE SATIRE. Fordanskede og med en Commentair oplyste af professor Oluf Worm. Kjøbenhavn 1801. 223 p. Bound in plain half calf, a bit worn. But inside almost like new, without even the faintest foxing, although with a slight stain in the upper left corner of some pages.

This is the first Danish edition of this famous volume. Interesting even today on account of it’s parallel text in Latin and Danish and it’s scholarly notes by Prof. Worm.

Obviously a great buy for 6 bucks.

4. DE TO BARONESSER. Af H(ans) C(hristian) Andersen. Roman i tre dele. Kjøbenhavn, C.A.Reitzel, 1849. Somewhat shabbily preserved, bound in contemporary half calf with many signs of use. Foxed throughout and also somewhat stained.

But this is the original, complete edition in three parts of this novel by our famous story teller Hans Christian Andersen, and I hope someone will like it as a present (as I don’t read fiction myself).

5. This item is two (very) small volumes or booklets, stored together in a somewhat tattered cassette.

– Æ BINDSTOUW. By St.St. Blicer. Reprint from the original edition issued in Randers 1842. 50 p. Softcover.

– BLICHERS BINDESTUE. By Søren Holm. Rosenkilde og Bagger, København 1968, 63 p. Softcover.

Søren Holm is, I presume, the well known Copenhagen University professor in philosophy (now deceased). Being born and raised in a remote corner of Jutland, he seems to have taken a special interest in the well known Danish (or rather Jutish) author Blicher.

Søren Holm’s writings about (the history of) philosophy are all very attractive, as far as I know them at least. He seems to have the best traits of the Jutes: Clear eyes and a modest, unassuming demeanour with a lot of down to earth common sense.

6. Lastly a double volume with more Jutish lore:

– SKIZZER af N. Hancke. Aalborg, 1880, 159 p., and

– NORD FOR LIMFJORDEN. SKITSER af N. Hancke. 2.ed. Kjøbenhavn, Hauberg og Co, 1880. 167 p.

Bound together in a nicely preserved, though somewhat frugal half cloth.

The author was born and raised abt. 100 km (slightly more than 60 miles) east of my own birthplace just north of the Limfjord, and I happen to know the rural town closest to his home farm quite well. The two volumes have 6 and 9 small novels respectively, all with local colour.

I happened to secure the 3rd (and last) volume of his tales *) yesterday, and thus consider today’s buy a lucky strike.


*) PENNETEGNINGER, Aarhus, 1893

Thanks to Vangsgaard’s on Kultorvet here in downtown Copenhagen for the above nice buys and also thanks to this Baresso Café for letting me undisturbed for a couple of hours while writing the blog update.

Of course I regret that the real nice Danish litterature blog-website has now obviously been disrupted by the DeepState and rendered virtually useless for bloggers. The DeepState really hate and fear any and all competition for Facebook – don’t they?


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Disruption and Wispy Trails (Upd.)

(10.Jan.2018) On this somewhat sombre January afternoon here in Copenhagen I would like to take a quick look on a few of this weeks local and/or global headlines and bylines.

First a purely Danish issue:

– Ombudsmand overvejer at gaa ind i ny Stoejberg-sag.
Folketingets ombudsmand holder oeje med sagen om udvisninger af alvorligt syge udlaendinge.

That is – our parlamentarian Ombudsmand (FO) will once again focus on alien’s rights in Denmark (refugee, migrant or immigrants).

Of-course I can’t offhand say if this is representative of the daily work and prioritiy of the office of the FO. But it certainly seems to me he’s mostly cited in the papers for his interests in aliens.

It may basically be a good thing, of course, to have emphaty with aliens. But based on statistics from press releases one might perhaps muse if his interest is equally as dilligent when justice for etnic Danes is at issue?

Our next topic is likewise purely local – although perhaps quite a bombshell? The Danish Government is establishing an Office for Promotion of Chaos! No kidding! – although they call it ‘Disruption Task Force’ resp. ‘Disruption Chief’. A few links:

– ’Disruption-chef med udfordringsret!’

– Nogle husker maaske, at Lars Loekke nedsatte et disruptionraad i 2017. Erindringen herom er nok mest forbundet med, at skuespiller Hella Joof blev medlem og sagde, at vi danskere burde goere ligesom indianerne og braende alt ned til grunden hvert syvende år

– ’Med baggrund i Erhvervsministeriets Strategi 2025 etablerer vi nu en ‘Disruption Task Force’ i Erhvervsministeriet. I strategien ser vi teknologi, digitalisering og globalisering som helt centrale globale udviklingstendenser’

From whence one may perhaps peruse or even conclude that ‘Disruption and chaos’ is to be held roughly synonymous with ‘Globalism’?

The danish translation of the words disrupt/disruption includes: skabe kaos, faa til at gaa i oploesning/bryde sammen, spraenge, splitte.

The Oxford English Dict. (2.vols) defines: to burst or break asunder, to shatter; rending or bursting asunder, forcible severance.

My Dict. of Synonymes adds: breach, rupture, breaking or tearing asunder, schism, fission.

The Council was established last year, and I suppose almost no one noticed. At least I did not, although I have prefixed some of my tweets by the mantra ‘No worry – Chaos is the mission’, beginning at some point of time in 2017. A couple of samples

– No worry – chaos is the mission: $21 trillion of unauthorized spending by US govt discovered by economics professor

– No worry – Chaos is the mission! Antallet af hjemloese i Tyskland stiger – og det rammer ogsaa middelklassen

The Copenhagen tabloid Ekstrabladet quotes one of the appointees of the Council of Disruption, one Hella Joof, as stating (approx.) that ‘we ought to burn everything down every 7 years’.

Again I have to say – No kidding! As it’s obviously hard to keep a straight face when a government appointed council member propounds things like that.

Or to put it more bluntly, don’t we have to ask: Is this lady really insane?

And thus perhaps: Has our Government gone momentarily stark and staring crazy?

I don’t question the notion that our Governments hypothetical global masters basically desire to create chaos everywhere (exept for their own cult, tribe or extended family, of course)?

The obvious purpose would be to enrich themselves and their friends in the ensuing ‘disruption and chaotic waters’. That’s really old hat as it has reportedly been like that for centuries.

Still I think this new Copenhagen initiative may well be somewhat of a quantum leap in brazen, rapacious cheekiness? Question: Has the super-globalists gone nuclear on little Denmark?

Our last topic today is no less curious.

Today, Jan.10., Zerohedge reports the US Govt. has officially acknowledged that the much reported super-secret so called ‘Zuma’ satellite is a total loss.

– (10.Jan.2018) Highly Classified Satellite Plummeted Into Indian Ocean After SpaceX Launch, Official Confirms

– (09.Jan.2018)Highly classified US spy satellite appears to be a total loss after SpaceX launch. Dow Jones reported Monday evening that lawmakers had been briefed about the apparent destruction of the secretive payload — code-named Zuma — citing industry and government officials

– Top SECRET US satellite launched by SpaceX aims to send ‘unknown group’ MYSTERY messages

– (08.Jan.2018) It is also interesting to read what Benjamin Fulford writes Januar 18, 2018 : https:// benjaminfulford. net – He indicates that the recently launched SpaceX has an EMP-capability…

But before this most recent SpaceX rocket launch there was a likewise much reported one Dec.22.2017:

– SpaceX launches 10 more satellites for Iridium. Some of the #satellites are designed to help track ships and aircraft in real time.

– IS something going on? Four nations, five (or possibly six, depending on how you count Japan’s) rocket/missile launches in four days, two (or perhaps all) very secretive.

– Spaceflight Now reported that the Japanese launch occurred just 72 seconds before the SpaceX liftoff – the shortest interval between two successful launches in history. Coincidence or intentional?

– Credit for noticing the four launches in four days goes to the folks at UFO Sightings Hotspot, who think the satellite payloads means that ““Something” Is Being Monitored In Space!”

The reason for the vivid interest among bloggers, tweeters and other social media participants seems to have been twofold: partly the strikingly pittoresque exhaust trail over the Van den Berg launch site in California.

And partly the curious observation, that 5 or 6 satellite launches globally took place at essentially the same time.

Personally I woke up in the night of the launch (which reportedly took place Dec.22, 5.27 a.m. Cal.local time, 01.27 Gmt or 02.27 Copenhagen time). And although I didn’t look at my watch it must have been at some point of time betw. 02.00 and 05.00 Cph. time.

The reason I woke up of my slumber was I had a clearvoyant vision, approx. like this:

I saw a contrail or rocket exhaus trail high up in air/space. From the bottom of the trail and within the trail ‘something’ (a craft or vehicle) was working its way up through the trail. This ‘something’ had the same white colour as the trail, or was perhaps hidden within the trail.

The ‘something’ moved up very fast and reached the upper end of the trail in perhaps a couple of seconds. At this point everything disappeared completely, except a few wispy trails appearing in front of the disappeared ‘something’.

These wisps (of exhaust?) looked somewhat like a few strands of one half part of a birds feather.

I then woke up, with the feeling that something important had just disappeared.

Later that same day I learned of the SpaceX Iridium launch from Vandenberg, and saw the photos of the impressive exhaust trail from the 2nd stage of the rocket.

This somewhat odd-looking trail might perhaps be said to look somewhat like a birds feather, wherefore I thought that was what I had seen (by telepathy) ‘through someone others mind’.

That’s why I tweeted this (on Jan.01 and Jan.04):

– (01./04.Jan.2018) Can anyone suggest to me why I – while sleeping fastly here in Copenhagen – saw this particular SpaceX launch in a clairvoyant dream vision? As I later learned approx at the time of launch

Of course, when reconsidering the vision I have to admit it may perhaps more closely correspond to the latest SpaceX ‘Zuma’ launch and its disappeared payload. But in this case two questions arise:

l. Who planned this ‘disappearence’ already in the night of Dec.22./23.? Because as far as I know I only see ‘clairvoyant’ by telepathy.

2. Which relation did this ‘disappearence’ have to me (or perhaps someone like me or perhaps to Denmark)? Because as far as I know I can only ‘read’ the minds telepathically of someone that concurrently have me in mind.


Here are links to two similarly ‘disappeared’ Falcon-9 payloads (one or two years ago):

– ‘Did a UFO destroy it, like last time? Last year after NASA SpaceX Falcon-9 rocket disintegrated on cape Canaveral, billionaire CEO of SpaceX Elon Musk Twitted “We have not ruled that a UFO hitting the SpaceX Falcon-9 rocket”.’

– ‘In This never before seen Kryan channel exclusive high definition video you can clearly see SpaceX rocket ((in 2015?)) ‘disintegrates’ shortly after the launch from Cape Canaveral NASA platform after UFO hitting it’

It’s interesting to note, that the cargo hold of the giant Falcon-9 rocket is large enough to contain an entire Grayhound Bus – lock, stock and barrel. Hence plenty of room for all sorts of fancy space-weapons?


Posted Jan.10./Upd.Jan.22.2018.

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The Fine Structure Constant

Today is November the 13th, and another sunny but somewhat cold day here in Copenhagen.

Like I have in my last blog-update already noted, Nov.13. is my maternal grandfathers birthday. Born in 1880 he might thus have been 137 years old today.

The figure 137 brings to mind another of my more recent posts (from July.2016 – ) which is in danish, though. However I’ill grab today’s opportunity and convert a few highlights into English.

Back in 1990 I used much of my summer holidays to write a rather massive complaint to the then Ombudsmand of our Parliament. (more here ).

When I finally, after much toil and trouble, had finished my long and detailed letter to the much respected office of the Ombudsmand and was about to add my signature and date I realized the day was the 13th of July, or like we write in danish, 13.7.

In those days I knew next to nothing about the wide field of esoterica. However I knew incidentally that an american very well known top scientist at some point had characterized a certain cosmic constant containing the figure 137 as “a f*cking magic number”.

The scientist was Richard Feynman and the somewhat candid expression is from his account of the so called alpha-constant (short for ‘the fine structure constand’) in his textbook ‘The Feynman Lectures’.

In this basic cosmic constant ‘alpha’ you find the figure 137 because alpha has been defined (or calculated) to be 1 divided by 137 (or 137.035999 with the first 6 decimals).

Somewhere else I have since read, that alpha represents the relation between the speed of light and the speed of the electron in its orbit around the atomic nucleus.

And Wikipedia has recently confirmed for me that this relationship was in fact the original interpretation by the physicist Arnold Sommerfeld, who in 1916 introduced ‘alpha’ in theoretical physics.

Eventually this constant has been given several other ‘functions’. But basically and in plain ‘talk’ alpha says, that the speed of the electron around the atomic nucleus, and in its innermost orbit, is just about 1/137 of the speed of light in empty space.

Which relation calculates to very roughly 2000 km/sek, or 8 million km/hour. Which seems quite surprisingly fast, especially when you consider the minuteness of the orbits in which travdels the electrons.

The electron is ofcourse incomprehensibly small: If you could place electrons side-by-side until stretching 1 mm (or abt. 1/25 inch) you would need 1 million billion electrons. And that’s a lot!

The electron, incidentally, is about the same size as the quark, of which there is said to be 3 flipping and spinning inside each proton (se also , please scroll down for english text).


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Sunny November?

Today is Nov.11, and two days before my grandfathers birthday: He was kid no.13 and born on Nov.13 and they had my mother in 1913.

A little bit more on numbers: 11.11 together is 22 which is considered a very lucky or unlucky number depending on your viewpoint.

It’s supposed to be lucky on account there are 22 letters in the Hebrew alphabet. And as everybody ‘know’, that has read Zecharia Sitchin’s bookseries on aliens on Earth throughout history, the Hebrew alphabet is the source of all knowledge and wisdom on Earth. And that’s the naked truth!

If you are not yet a firm believer you might ponder why the Google parent company now is called Alphabet.

On this nice and sunny but rather cold Saturday I’m seated here in McDonalds on Kgs.Nytorv in central Copenhagen. Someone left a specimen of today’s BT – the largest tabloid in our capital.

So let’s take a look at todays news while I’m devouring my ChickenSalza and coffee.

The first item, i.e. in the upper lefthand corner where you usually start scanning, is our very nice crown princess Mary.

Born and bred in Tasmania – that’s far, all right! – she seems to have been quite successful in providing back-up for our crown prince Frederik. You can’t help having the impression they supplement each other rather admirably.

The large item on the front page is a well known danish comedian called Amin Jensen running scared.

This stocky, robustly looking gentleman has decided to enter local politics, and – ofcourse, why else ‘Amin’? – join a party seemingly dominated by immigrants.

Which has tempted someone to call him treacherous – or worse – imply high-treason and reportedly threaten him more or less directly.

That’s bad ofcourse, small wonder this admirable gentleman is running a bit scared.

I myself have been threatened more or less directly on life and welfare through many years on account of my sharp – even sometimes satirical – writings against the national and international power-brokers.

And by the way I don’t seem to remember ever having been named in a single sentence in any danish news-outlet whatsoever – not to say sprawled on the frontpage of a large national tabloid (although recently being headlined in a very successfull, Scottish-based critital blog ).

I have nonetheless managed – or been lucky enough – to prevail until this day without help from danish journalists and police. In fact, I’m afraid, I have perhaps prevailed in spite of all the unhelpfulness from said agencies (see more f.i. in ).

No doubt mr. Amin is in good hands now being warded by our large tabloids and their vigilant, helpfull staff.

You should remember, though, mr. Amin, that if you really want to be fighting for truth and justice, I mean you being so big and strong! – then you can have no family. On account the power-brokering mob will go after them to hurt them and you and to blackmail you. Just telling.

On page 5 is a paragraph abt. a well known danish movie company manager having seemingly had a few problems with his behaviour towards the fair sex.

But I always thought he was behaving much like a kid, which I, by the way, fear may be rather common in the movie industry?

On a double spread pages 10-11 you can read about a somewhat mysterious gentleman from a small regional town in Jutland.

Being until recently a member of the local city council he seems to have been rather ingenious with ways to create money; what, you might almost imagine he has relatives in WallStreet?

The stunt in question in this article is abt. possibly having had a history of being an industrious arranger of group sex happenings. 400 cases was insinuated (reportedly by himself?), but being ofcourse unknown to his voters and all other good cityfolks.

Incidentally this gentleman was also one of the items discussed in yesterdays installment of Det-Man-Taler-Om (VIP-gossip) in Radio24syv (Radio24seven).

Their totally charming female host – which by the way has sometimes introduced herself as ‘having formerly worked for the Israely security service’ (which means Mossad, I guess?) – implied the above gentleman seemed to have economic problems, as he reportedly had a history of not paying his bills willingly.

But sure, – economic problems or perhaps a bad caracter?

As told, said female studio host is absolutely, stunningly charming. Except when talk is about the Danish Royal House, which is somewhat hard to avoid in a VIP-program in little Denmark.

Her ‘royalty expert’ is literally spitting venom, and I almost think the word ‘hateful’ might be adequate here?

Perhaps you shouldn’t be too surprised, really. After all Mossad, the Super-Globalists, WallStreet and their friends are firm believers in subversion and destruction of national, European values and institutions – aren’t they?

On page 14 ‘The worlds greatest comedian’ has been felled – on account, I believe, something with the fair sex – being all the rage today?

His name is Louis C.K., and I’m again reminded I’m watching TV far too rarely, as I don’t recall to have ever heard his name, although I’m definitely much for the comical.

On page 18 the papers daily op-ed tries to milk the frontpage item on the scared mr. Amin to the outmost:

Parliamentary politicians are certainly not traitors but are nonetheless often feeling unsecure or even threatened.

Which means: free talk should be reduced or even totally abolished. And more, much more money and staff to the Secret Police?

A double spread on page 20-21 tells the gullible reader something abt. the upheavels in the royal house in Saudi Arabia. But sadly you don’t get under the skin of anything.

We are seemingly just skimming Government Press Releases, with no trace whatever of independent thinking.

On page 31 you are informed of some of the problems in deciding if you should buy an electric or more classic car. Personally I don’t believe the time is ripe for electric cars, and I doubt they ever will be?

My friendly photographic dealer recently told me he has already lost dkk300.000 on his one million dkk Tesla. And sadly i just today had to finally say no-thank-you to buying his wonderful, old Saab 900S.

It is simply far too dangerous and would generally be a waste of time and energy for me to try and keep a car with the Mossad-mob running amok in our increasingly lawless country?


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Oktober billede

(Udg.26.Okt.2017/rev.5.Nov.2017) Idag er 26.Oktober, og altså netop et halvt år til min næste fødselsdag. Tiden løber og min næse løber også lidt på denne friske efterårsdag. Lidt blæsende men også lidt solskin og egentlig en rar dag, velegnet til f.eks. en fotoudflugt.

Men det bliver der dog ikke noget af, idet jeg skal mødes med en gammel ven og kollega, som jeg kun har set nogle ganske få gange siden vi var ansat i det Kgl. Danske, gnistrende Telegrafvæsen for omved fyrretyve år siden.

Mens jeg venter på hans tog vil jeg kigge lidt på dagens store og små fataliteter qua gratisavisen MX.

Forsiden domineres af et still fra en ny Hollywood-film ‘Thor: Ragnarok’. Det oplyses at der er tale om ‘en superheltehistorie med fjollede komedieeffekter, diller-jokes og absurditeter’. Samt at avisens filmanmelder alligevel giver filmen 5 stjerner.

Umiddelbart lyder det måske lidt forvirrende, omend måske også ret uundgåeligt? For hvem kunne forvente en klar og fair historie omkring den nordiske mytologi fra det kabalistisk-satanistisk dominerede Hollywood. Spørgsmål.

Side 2 er domineret af smukke Anna Mee hendes portræt, dog med Morten Østergaard i baggrunden.

Der synes ganske vist at have været en vis tonedøvhed fra hovedpersonens side med hensyn til hvad der er commeilfaut eller ikke.

Men der må dog vist også være andre, som bærer en del af ansvaret for fadæsen? Med hensyn til manglende betaling for festen, er der så ikke nogen på rådhuset, som i givet fald har glemt at skrive en regning?

Avis og radio og internet (jeg ser p.t. ikke TV p.g.a. af manglende apparatur) har iblandt regelret svælget i detaljer om Anna Mee’s gøren og laden i sagen, d.v.s. hendes bryllupsfest i rådhuset. En detail-kontrol, der som Morten Østergaard vistnok meget rigtigt bemærker, vidner om en udpræget evne til ‘at lede et slag’.

Men er der forresten ikke hen ad vejen gået ‘heksejagt’ i det hele igen? Man mindes f.eks. også Messerschmidt og Støjberg: Førstnævnte p.g.a. nogle mindre gennemskuelige udgiftsposteringer nede i ‘luftskibet’ EU, som dog næppe var for personlig vinding skyld? Sidstnævnte p.g.a. en i lighed med Anna Mee måske i visse tilfælde mindre veludviklet situationsfornemmelse?

Fællesnævner for ‘heksejagten’ på disse tre er, at man godt kunne få en mindre hyggelig fornemmelse af, at hetzens årsag i bund og grund er, at de i nogle – sagen iøvrigt uvedkommende – henseender skiller sig ud fra flertallet:

Anna Mee har skæve øjne og er tydeligvis af Østasiatisk herkomst. Støjberg er rødhåret og fra Vestjylland. Og Messerschmidt er vistnok af mere eller mindre tydelig mellemøstlig extraktion?

Altså oplagte kandidater for heksejagt og hetz? Men ingen af disse ‘hekse’ har dog sat rigets sikkerhed i spil, man burde altså måske forsøge at holde en vis proportionssans i live?

Side 6 omtales (endnu et potentielt hekse-emne?) Pernille Vermund. Hun forsvarer for retten i Holbæk, at hun har købt cannabisolie til sin uhelbredeligt syge mor.

Sørgeligt at det skal være nødvendigt. Jeg kan ikke forstå, at det er nødvendigt i et civiliseret samfund at fare frem med bål og brand mod cannabisolie til syge, når – den langt skadeligere? – alkohol kan købes ad libitum, også af unge mennesker.

Nederst på siden oplyses, at landets sygehuse sidste år indrapporterede 42.797 (lægelige?) fejl, som så et eller andet geni har døbt ‘utilsigtede hændelser’.

Alle fejl, også livsfarlige fejl, i trafikken f.eks. p.g.a. uansvarlig høj hastighed (‘travlhed’) er vel så også a priori ‘utilsigtede hændelser’.

Problemet er vistnok, at så godt som ingen af disse fejl – som for en dels tilfælde har haft døden til følge – bliver undersøgt eller efterforsket – i modsætning til trafikulykkerne, som dog i antal er langt, langt færre (i størrelsesorden vistnok max. 5% af dødsulykkerne på hospitalerne?).

Men der er åbenbart endnu et alvorligt problem, ifgl. Det er kun en mindre del af samtlige fejl, som bliver indberettet.

I en notits på side 10 oplyses, at Jyske Bank i årets 3 første kvartaler har haft et samlet resultat på ca. 3 mia. kr mod 2,4 mia. i perioden sidste år – altså en stigning på 25%.

Resultatet skulle ifgl. direktøren primært skyldes stigende gebyrer og udlån til boligkøb.

I så fald må man vel sige, at overskuddet i bund og grund er et sygdomstegn i samfundet: Gebyrer er i virkeligheden en slags ‘dummebøder’ som værgeløse kunder må sluge (“du sidder på vores bænk (bank betyder oprindelig det samme som bænk) og derfor har du nu at betale os nogle (arbitrære) beløb”).

Også stigende boligpriser er langt hen ad vejen et sygdomstegn – dels fordi de stigende priser for en stor del skyldes uansvarlig ‘money-printing’ i Dollars og Euro.

Billions og Trillions af Dollars og Euro ‘uden dækning’ kan kun bruges, såfremt de ‘stjæler’ deres værdi fra allerede cirkulerende penge(sedler). D.v.s. folks kontantbeholdning og opsparede midler til indkøb og pensioner udhules tilsvarende.

Endelig er højere boligpriser jo i virkeligheden en højere leveomkostning; og når et samfund brændende ønsker højere leveomkostninger for samme livskvalitet, så er man vel også lidt syg?

Nederst på siden oplyses, at Bruxelles endnu engang udskyder at forbyde Roundup. Jo da, disse Kemikalie-giganter har stor magt på de bonede gulve – det er ganske vist.

På side 14 er prins Harry kommet til Danmark. Med al respekt for den unge prins, så gør han nok ikke helt så stort et indtryk i Danmark som i sit hjemland? Eller sagt på en anden måde, så har han temmelig hård konkurrence fra unge kongelige her i staden.


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Det små i det store (opd.)

Jeg vil idag slappe lidt af fra alle de sidste kalamiteter og fataliteter, omhandlende spørgsmål om liv og død – more or less. Og hvordan glemmer man mere effektivt alle livets store spørgsmål end ved at kigge dagens udgave af en tabloid avis igennem?

En venlig sjæl har efterladt et eksemplar af BT her på en af hovedstadens McDonalds’er, og lad os ikke lade denne window-of-opportunity gå til spilde, lad os blive oplivet og underholdt for en stund.

I parantets bemærket bør jeg måske ikke reklamere ubetinget for McDonalds, hvor jeg ganske vist har været stamkunde i hartad en snes år. Jeg kan godt lide det uformelle her – jeg kommer jo ikke for “at se eller blive set” – og en pris på 12 kr for en kop kaffe passer godt ind i min beskedne økonomi.

Men jeg har bemærket, at de fleste McDonalds her i Kh City har fjernet alle eludtag (til min gamle PC). En detalje, naturligvis, især jo for alle dem med nye laptops og smartphones/iphones.

Det samme gælder for øvrigt for de fleste BurgerKing’s i City. Samt mærkværdigvis også for mit lokale Frederikbergske hovedbibliotek, som har fjernet de fleste el-udtag til publikums medbragte, lidt ældre laptops. Men alligevel – hands-down for den detalje.

Men lad os kaste os over dagens BT, som forresten i mellemtiden har fået nye ejere og ny chefredaktør.

Jeg havde stor respekt for BT’s tidligere chefredaktion, ledet af Olav Skaaning. Så vidt jeg forstod blev Skaaning i forb. med ejerskiftet på det nærmeste, om ikke helt bogstaveligt, fyret på gråt papir og med dags varsel?

Meget underligt og beklageligt, idet det er mit indtryk, at Skaaning havde smukke resultater at fremvise samt i et og alt er en hædersmand?

Det er mit indtryk, at det Berlingske Hus’ nye ejere hører til den “kaste” man måske kan betegne som ‘Superglobalisterne’? Hvilket igen – helt hypotetisk naturligvis! – måske betyder, at redelighed og lignende oldnordiske begreber i så fald ikke bliver prioriteret helt vildt højt?

Men nu forsiden: I forsidens øverste højre hjørne omtales sangerinden Szhirley; men som jeg må tilstå aldrig at have hørt om.

Den store weekendhitorie, at dømme efter pladsalotteringen på forsiden – hele 2/3 – er “Kendte bryder tabu: Sådan vinder vi over rynkerne”. Her er BT virkelig modig og er med til at bryde tabu. Bravo! – men forøvrigt forlader vi straks ynkerne.

Side 2: “Kropsdele og Kufferter fundet”; samt “Nybagt far omkom i flystyrt”. Ja, jo, – overskrifter og historier må i en avis, som lever af læsertal og reklamer, klart nok drejes så “the human touch” fanger flest mulige læsere. Og det ville næppe være rimeligt at dæmonisere en tabloid af den grund.

Men hvem skal så omtale de iøjnefaldende, problematiske momenter i (et af) disse suspekte flystyrt? Specielt dette fly – EgyptAir Flight MS804 – er det let at huske for undertegnede:

18.Maj.2016 Jeg posterer på mine to blogs en historie, hvori nogle potentielt meget grove forbrydelser – evt. begået af herværende Mossad-agenter? – omtales.

19.maj.2016 EgyptAir MS804 styrter ned efter at være afgået fra Fransk lufthavn hvor sikkerheden varetages af et firma, som efter det oplyste er bemandet med (tidligere?) Shin-Bet resp. Mossad-agenter (ligesom vistnok og i parantets bemærket and no kidding DetManTalerOm i Radio24syv?).

20.maj.2016: Det rapporteres, at den Israelske forsvarsminister træder tilbage i protest over “rouge elements” dersteds!

Fra gengiver jeg nogle få linjer:

“EgyptAir flight MS804 was hit on 19 May 2016; on 20 May 2016, Moshe Yaalon, the Israeli DefenseMinister, resigned.

“He said that Israel is being taken over by “extremist and dangerous elements”

“EgyptAir MS804: “An Israeli newspaper quoted witnesses as saying they saw a fireball in the sky around the time the plane disappeared.”

Side 6-7: Den såkaldte Naturpakke: Ja, man skulle tro, at det største problem i Europa og Verden lige nu er hvorvidt Danmark får fintunet en naturpakke, som 1) harasserer det p.g.a. (de fra Washington befalede?) Ruslands-sanktioner stærkt nødstedte landbrug mest muligt og 2) giver diverse miljøpolitikere mulighed for at profilere sig i en sag som er populær i bybefolkningen.

En bybefolkning som tilsyneladende med glæde accepterer, at kalde en bonde for “bonderøv” (jf. tv-serien) eller “gyllesvin”. Men som ikke accepterer at kalde en udlænding for udlænding? Lidt fuzzy logic.

I parantets bemærket ville Wall Street meget gerne overtage al dansk landbrugsjord! Hvordan tror miljø-fundamentalisterne det så vil gå med miljøet? Der er forskellige scenarier hvoraf det mest positive formentlig vil være en tilstand i lighed med f.eks. på de store vejler i min hjemegn i Vester HanHerred.

Her er ca. 7000 Ha privatejet naturområde; fredet således at den gemene hob absolut ikke har adgang. Jeg husker, at hvis man som barn dristede sig til at fange en skalle eller aborre i en af kanalerne – så faldt fars hammer. Kun ejer-kredsen af velhavere har vistnok ret til at færdes og/eller gå på jagt efter behag – more or less?

I øverste højre hjørne af side 7 står “Kampfly-køb er en ommer”. Det er Boeing med deres Super-Hornet, som mener sig forfordelt ved beslutningen om flykøbet. Der kan bemærkes meget om det omhandlede flykøb, men næppe ret meget positivt?

1) hvor skal pengene – måske i omgenen af 70 milliarder kr? – komme fra?

2) hvorfor skal man vælge det mest kontroversielle fly, som gennem en lang werdegang har været plaget at en nærmest uendelig række af mere og mindre alvorlige problemer.

3) hvorfor vælger man ikke en sikrere og billigere løsning?

4) hvad skal Danmark i det hele taget med nye kampfly? Der er jo i virkeligheden ingen militær trussel mod Danmark – med mindre man da regner NATO som en trussel?

Den af Washington and their friends oppiskede stemning mod Rusland er derhos måske i virkeligheden ikke længere alene rettet mod Moskva – man har vistnok fået ny respekt for russisk militær formåen efter Syrien-indsatsen – men måske i virkeligheden nok så meget mod (Vest)Europa – som er helt tand- og forsvarsløse.

5) En særlig ominiøs teknisk detalje er de USA-ejede servere, som F35 flyet altid skal være koblet op til via satellit for overhovedet at kunne flyve. USA har altså en slags dødemandsknap – meget betryggende!

Nederst på side 7 omtales en som hedder Zac Efron, som jeg desværre heller aldrig har hørt om før. But have a nice day!

Side 10 hedder det: “Uventet vidne belaster drabstiltalt sygeplejerske”. Igen må man, som set helt udefra, vist nøjes med at bemærke, at det er jo heldigt at man i ny og næ finder en sygeplejerske eller hjerneskadet læge at gøre til symbolsk syndebuk for 3000 (“preventable” – som de kaldes i UK) dødsuheld på danske hospitaler! (i USA er tallet over 200.000 p.a.; men der er alle tal jo meget store; f.eks. forsvinder der efter det oplyste årligt 500.000 børn sporløst i USA!).

Side 12 omtales huskatten som “Danmarks vildeste massemorder”. Det oplyses, at man mener en tamkat i England hver sommer i gennemsnit spiser 3 fugle og 6 mus (el.lign). Tillige oplyses, at en huskat ifgl. dansk lovgivning skal blive på matriklen. Men det gælder vel kun hvis den går frit?

Nederst på siden omtales filmstjernen Michael Douglas, som siges at have/have haft personlige problemer. Man tror det – he does not look happy! Det er nok ikke kun Prins Henrik, som føler det ret krævende og belastende at være på hele tiden; rammer måske mange kändiser mere eller mindre.

Side 14-15 dobbelt opslag om det amerikanske præsidentvalg. Men det foregår jo i USA hvor vi danskere heldigvis endnu ikke har stemmeret; så vi lader de politiske kandestøberier ligge for nu.

Nederst side 15 en notits om, at Putin foreslår USA at lave fælles indsats mod ISIL et al i Syrien; lyder jo rimeligt nok; men måske er Putin iblandt lidt optimistisk?

Men sagen om krig eller fred i Europa (og Rusland er jo primært eller idet mindste for en stor del Europa) er naturligvis for alvorlig til, at lade den mindste mulighed være uprøvet.

Hjemmesiden spurgte forleden – i anledning af de mange USA-instigerede militærøvelser tæt på Ruslands Europæiske grænser – “are these people really insane?”.

Og det er måske i virkeligheden et rimeligt spørgsmål: Er en kultur som tillader eller tilskynder til drab på udenfor denne kultur stående nationer, lande og mennesker – i virkeligheden ikke temmelig syg?

I så tilfælde vil Putin – og andre europæeres – optimisme muligt blive skuffet. For som Nietzsche skal have sagt: “Mod den stupide pande er hammeren et legitimt våben”. Eller tilpasset til vor situation – at sindsygt agressive mennesker (eller kulturer) kun forstår eller accepterer hammerens argument?

Side 21 læses: “Fantastisk ferie med Fido på hundehotel”. Ja – det er de store problemer BT også med forkærlighed (ikke) beskæftiger sig med.

Hvilket man forsætter med på side 22, hvor man spørger: “Skal det koste en bøde ikke at afhente bestilte bøger på biblioteket?”. Det er et alvorligt spørgsmål, som vi må tænke over i nogen tid, forinden sagen kan kommenteres yderligere.

Ligeledes side 22 findes spalten: “Debat på twitter”. Men heldigvis er det kun folketingspolitikere som kommer til orde i BT’s twitter-univers; og på den måde garanteres måske i virkeligheden bedst, at kun de lette, underholdnings-egnede problemer kommer på bordet?

Slut på denne smukke Maj-lørdags avislæsning. Forresten læser jeg nu næsten kun nyheder på nettet. De ærede læsere ønskes en fortsat god weekend!

(Udg. 28.Maj.2016/opdateret 5.Nov.2017)


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Sweet Dreams (Satire)

Satirisk Eventyr(16.Oct.2017) On this grayish Monday morning in mid October I feel like telling you about two presumably clairvoyant (by telepathy) dreams from last night. They were approx. like this.

1. I was in my appartment and saw a nearby or ajoining large room which was obviously some sort of a ball room.

The dancing male partners were mostly (or solely?) military leaders (officers or, being obviously happy and generally haveing a good time.

The music band was however placed in my appartment, and it transpired to be impossible for me to find a quiet corner to stay in.

2. I had a male visitor in my flat who took a keen interest in the content of my cabinets and drawers.

I then found out he planned to burglarize me. He was now joined by a girlfriend, and I coundn’t get rid of them.

Exposition. Obviously the first dream might naturally be interpreted as relating to a couple of (satirical) tweets from a few days ago.

a. A headline from the 12.Oct.:

Rusland kritiserer Claus Hjort for “uvenlig” retorik.

Which I tweeted approx. like this:

“Rusland kritiserer Claus Hjort for uvenlig retorik”. Men det er vel dét, en krigsminister skal: Yppe kiv?


“Russia criticizes (Danish Minister of Defence) Claus Hjort (Frederiksen) for unfriendly language”. But isn’t that which a Minister of War is for: To pick a fight?

b. Likewise the 12th of Oct. but on you could read (approx.) this:

“I Ni måneder har Claus Hjort talt om skræmmende (Russisk) trussel mod Danmarks sikkerhed…” – which I tweeted like this:

Er Claus Hjort Frederiksen: En skræmmende trussel mod Danmarks sikkerhed?


Is (Danish Minister of Defence) Claus Hjort Frederiksen: A frightening threat to Denmarks safety?

Comment: Frankly it’s been difficult for me to take issue with Mr. Hjort and his discharge of office.

Which is perhaps mostly because I seem to always have had a soft spot for his modest, unostentatious, down to earth manners.

I suppose his demeanour reminds me a tad too much of the honest, frugal, hard working, very self reliant but also very unpretentious manners of my childhood hinterland’s small farmers.

I always respected these people immensely – and who, by the way, were the back-bone of the (now governing) party Venstre for many decades.

Nevertheless I must admit to being shocked by a Danish cabinet minister if he, as quoted, is perhaps trying to humiliate and enrage Denmarks mighty neighbour, the worlds greatest nuclear power – Russia?

A mighty neighbour that, as far as I know, since 1990 never did anything to hurt Denmark – perhaps more likely on the contrary?

Someone may now mention the “annexation” of Crimea. But please consider this:

The US/CIA/Mossad instigated and paid for a putsch – a dyed-in-the-wool coup-d’état! – in Ukraine, which with the help from local Neo-Nazis (and other (also foreign) groupings) removed the (unpopular, but) legitimate president and his government from office, replacing him with a Nuland-puppet.

Anybody remember “F**k-the-EU-Nuland” – then Assisting US Secretary of State for Europe?

The Crimeans didn’t want any part of this unlawful local “new-world-order” and voted overwhelmingly (90%?) to “leave Ukraine alone” and ask Russia for protection, and eventually to partake in the Russian federal state.

To blame Putin for this state of affairs might appear to be blody irony: In fact Putin did nothing – nothing! – to help the Cremea until they had voted to leave the Ukraine.

So trying to “pick a fight” with Russia for their “agressive behaviour” (against Denmark) seems to me to be well nigh incomprehensible.

Now, what about the dancing, “military leadership” having a good time?

Well, all telephones in parliament and government are ofcourse closely surveilled by foreign agencies. Primarily via ECHELON, which is run by NSA, and who is known to have a policy of relaying ALL RAW DATA to Israel/Mossad (in real time?).

Ergo – no secrets! If for instance a minister is told about one of my (satirical) tweets or blog updates over his phone and perhaps angrily comments on it – then CIA/Mossad will know almost instantly.

In this way said telephone talk might perhaps or even likely result in someone from overseas (A) calling f.i. an embassy (B) in Denmark – and a conversation like the following might – hypothetically – ensue:


A. Hello there, headquarter has got some important news for you.

B. Hello, thanks. Go ahead, shoot the works.

A. You remember this irritating little pain in the neck named G.? We just moments ago got news he is right now in very bad standing with Govt. Especially with the Ministry of Defence. You got that?

B. Sure, thanks, great news. I tell you we would like to teach this dumb peasent jerk a real good lesson once again. Thanks a lot A, have a nice day!

A. Sure, the same.

(B. now calls one of his phillipus friends (C) in the Frederiksberg City Hall)

B. Hello Pus, how’s everything?

C. Good, great, thanks. What can I do for you?

B. You remember this dumb, irriting twat G.?

C. Sure I remember, a real pain in the *ss.

B. Yes, thats right. We now have a chance to roughen him up a bit. I was thinking of perhaps making him real, real angry – and ofcourse also to burglarize him.

I’m told the Govt. would be only too happy. Of course they would like real much for us to do him in for good, but you know how slippery he is, cagey like an old rat. The pig!

C. Yes, but how come they would like to do him in for good? I thought that was something our people wanted?

B. Ofcourse, sure, sure. But you see, this dumb twerp has told the Govt. – via his blogs thats blacked out by Google, you know, so almost no one finds them – almost everything he knows. So if he’s done away with for good they – and we ofcourse – have a great chance to blackmail the shadow cabinet’s political top. So ofcourse they want him gone – and it couldn’t happen too soon, I assure you!

C. Good, but what exactly am I supposed to do, boss?

B. We feel it’s especially important to make him real angry so as to entice him to write totally uncouth things on his blogs and twitter accounts. Then when he has enraged enough people in high places f.i. with some harsh satires, we should eventually perhaps have a chance to do him in for good.

So here’s what you do. I’m aware you know how to pester him in his flat with loud, loud muzak, by day and by night. Please arrange that as soon as possible! Can you do that?

C. But certainly, I know all the people with phone numbers and all. Piece of cake, boss!

B. Great, but please go about it at once. And remember we’re doing gods work, and nothing can stop us! I’ll personally contact a couple of people right away to set him up for burglary.

Have a nice day Pus!

C. Gee, thanks boss, the same.

NB. It’s unclear what exactly the word phillipus is supposed to mean. Perhaps it most likely means horselover, or just horse, f.i. a Trojan horse or the like.



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The Red Car Trap (A Satire)

Satirisk Eventyr (11.Okt.2017) Hello Everyone, my name is Pete. The other day I met my old friend George while loafing on FiolStreet here in downtown Copenhagen.

Greeting me warmly after rather a long break in our normally quite frequent encounters he asked me to join him for a cup of coffee in a nearby café.

Which I gladly agreed to not least on account he indicated he had a curious incident to relate.

An interesting tidbit, is true, although perhaps not easy to retell fairly and squarly. I’ill do my best, though, so please bear with me.

George has an old friend who is a successful businessman with several nice stores in downtown Copenhagen. His name is Alfred.

Alfred has a young, clever manager named Fred, and one of the store managers is named Herbert.

There had previously been some talks between Alfred and my friend George about G. buying Alfred’s old – but really very nicely preserved – red automobile.

Now, one recent, sunny friday afternoon George happens to encounter Alfred and his young store manager Herb outside one of their stores.

Al: Hello, George, how are you? And by-the-way, what about that old car of mine? Interested?

George: Well, maybe and maybe not. I might want to use the car a day or two to try it out. Could that be arranged?

A: But sure, no problem, we can fix that. Just give Herb a call a couple of days before you want it. Right, Herb?

H: Sure, no problem.

G: I might want it thursday next, but all right, I’ll give you a call, Herb.

Next monday noon G. calls an old friend on Funen, who is living alone in a solitary country house. They agree on a visit one week later.

(That same evening G. discovers his telephone for some curious reason is blocked for outgoing calls. He can, however, receive calls.)

In the meantime the store managers have been busy, and monday evening Fred calls Herb:

F: Hi Herb, listen up. I just got a call from Central, you know out in Hellerup. They told me they had intercepted a call from this sucker G. who wants our car.

They said he had made an appointment with a friend in Funen for wednesday next week. That gives us about a week to fix things.

Herb: But he told Al and me he might want the car this thursday?

Fred: I know, I know – but please listen carefully to what I’m telling you. My friends in Central keep close tabs on everything that jerk G. does and they know for sure he has made an appointment on Funen for said wednesday.

Which means he’ll probably want to fetch the car tuesday next week in the afternoon. Am I clear?

Herb: Sure boss, all right.

F: Good. Now listen up. Central wants to have unhindered access to the car in a repair shop at least abt. six hours. So here is what you do.

You tell this dumb sucker G. you want the car on, say, thursday. Dont ask him, just tell him! Got that? Send him a SMS, better don’t talk to him at all.

Herb: All right, boss, I understand.

F: You just tell him, and also Alfred, you need to go to, say, Aarhus on important business. That will give our experts time to literally take the car apart and put it all together again.

Of course you have to do without the car as soon as you arrive in Aarhus, when our people take over. Don’t worry about what my men do with it, it will probably be just a few GPS-chips installed and perhaps a few alterations to the motor, brakes and steering. Just to make sure it won’t last too long and won’t respond too fast to the brakes, and so on.

Probably they will also install a few remote controlled switches to enable sudden motor stops on lonely stretches, and the like. You get the picture.

Our men will tell you when you can pick up the car again, in the meantime you are free to do whatever you want. Just be careful not to call anyone here on our premises. Sure you got all that?

Herb: Absolutely, no problem at all Fred. I’ill send this dumb twat a SMS first thing i the morning.

Fred: Great. But remember, just do what I tell you, and you will be sitting pretty. I can tell you for sure, our people out in Central are really fed up with this dumb peasent twerp. They really want to again teach him one good lesson.

Herb: Sure Fred, trust me. I’m all set.

Such, or very nearly so, was the story as related to me by my friend George.

But Hey, I asked George, did you ever get around to using the car, to try it out?

G: No, not at all. Frankly I became suspicious when advised by Herb. he had to use the car precisely said thursday I had given preliminary notice about.

Off hand I could mainly see two possible scenarios. Either he wanted to provoke my anger – and whoever would endeavour to buy a used car from someone that perhaps wanted to hurt you, to provoke your anger?

Alternatively someone may have told him I only needed the car 8 days later. And of course you also don’t want to buy a used car from someone that illegally had your phone tapped? So – no dice.

Yes, George, I can see your point. But what about your friend Alfred. What’s his story?

G: Frankly I’m a bit worried about Al. Seems to me he is slipping, may be loosing control? I certainly don’t hope the Mob contrieves to steal his business from under his eyes. Although they eventually just may, that is if he don’t sharpen up.

But thanks for the coffee, Pete, nice to chat with you again, I have to be scuttling along. Good day!

Bye now, George, have a nice day!



NOTA BENE: All named persons in the above satire are entirely fictitious.



Satirisk Eventyr. (28.Sep.2017) Yesterday morning I had this obviously clairvoyant vision:

I saw 4 persons standing in front of me in a basement. To my left were 3 persons side by side and facing the 4th person standing abt. 5 feet in front of them to my right.

The head of the middle person to my left was not visible, appearing to be “exploded” in a yellow, starlike blotch. I perceived this person might in fact be myself.

What could this vision possibly mean? Frankly it puzzled me right until I left my flat early in the P.M.

I then met one of the possible Mossad-puppets working, I believe, more or less on or near the property?

Although we’re obviously not really on gracious speaking terms he accosted me asking if I had electric power in my flat. On account, he said, knowing the power in the basement was presently entirely gone.

I explained I in fact had power when I left my flat minutes ago.

Continuing my walk toward a bus stop, about one minute later I seemed to perhaps encounter two other potential Mossad-puppets rounding a nearby corner in their car? Possibly one of these men had recently behaved (physically) threatening toward me (on account of a trifling argument)?


1. Was I supposed to have gone down in the basement to inspect the power outing?

2. Were the two other men perhaps arriving one or two minutes later by car supposed to likewise have entered said basement?

3. Was I then supposed to have been mugged by three punks, perhaps until knocked out, i.e. my head/consciousnes substituted by said “yellow starlike blotch”?

By the way, what could a “yellow starlike blotch” symbolize?

Yellow: Often an emblematic colour of Mossad? Likewise the yellow star? And also typically the colour of (electric) danger.

The starlike blotch: To be hit on the head until knocked out; representing a calamity or explosion, especially in connection with electric power (otherwise typically reddish).

Summing up it might seem a hit-squad set-up like the above could perhaps have been planned early in the A.M.?

Again one must remember, that the Mafia follows closely – acoustically and in real time – all my daily activities in my flat.

Thus they know instantly if and when I’m planning to leave my flat and they can most often easily (what, with their wast ressources?) time an intercept on the stairs (see also ) or in the street almost to the second or at least to the minute?

You know, the telephone HAS been invented and a mafia headquartered in f.i. Hellerup could easily micromanage a trifling set-up like the above.

But, alas, why don’t we try and have a bit of fun in spite of this dismal atmosphere of darkness and dread? Let us try and create an – still entirely hypothetical as a matter of course – satire on a telephone conversation betwixt a Mafia-commander in, say, Hellerup and one of their many young and willing puppet-helpers. So here we go:


HL: Hello Pup – this is me, the captain, I’ve got an important microjob for you. Are you ready?

Pup: I’m always ready – you know that, cap!

All right. Listen carefully. You know this jerk living in that appartment house, that dumb peasent that don’t like the Mob. The piece of sh*t! We’ve been asked by our spindoctor in the ministry to try and teach this dumb jerk another lesson.

Apparently on account he just this morning reposted one of his insane blogposts aiming to throw an atmosphere of ridicule on one of our puppet-ministers in government. But don’t worry about all these particulars. Just do what you are told – right?

Sure cap, I’m ready, I tell you!

Well, listen up! On account of all our listening devises on the property, in your cars and in his flat I know for sure he’s going to leave his flat in about 15 minutes. Here is what you have to do.

In about 5 minutes you go down in the basement and pull the plug on fuse no. 3 – thats the one that controls power for the laundery and bathroom in the basement. The door will be open because of workers in and out.

About 5 minutes later you start loafing in front of the appartment house while keeping your cellphone open to me. Got that?

Sure boss, that’s a cinch. Go on.

All right good boy. Now when this jerk hits the street you just chance to get close to him. You then ask him if he has electric power in his appartment; tell him you ask because you happen to know about a total power outing in the basement. Keep your cell phone open to me all the time. Got that?

Sure cap, piece of cake. Go on.

Good. Here’s what’s important. You have to try to mince and sweeten your words so as to entice this jerk to go down and inspect in the basement. That’s very important on account our two friends will arrive just one og two minutes later. They are parked just around the corner, I’ll have them on line all the time. Got it?

Sure boss, got it!

All right. When you three strong men have this dumb peasent jerk suckered down into the basement you have to provoke a physical confrontation. You know what I mean – you just hit him and knock him out. But don’t kill him right there, be carefull, we want him alive. I personally want to torture him for a few weeks before transferring him to the homeland.

So you just throw him into the back of your van and hit the road to here. If anybody sees something, just tell’m he was hit by some high voltage on account of technical problems in the cellar and you are taking him to a hospital. Sure you got all that?

Sure boss, no problem, he’s as good as gone. Trust me, it will be a cake walk!

Good, but remember we’re doing gods work, and nothing can stop us! Got that? And remember if you don’t follow instructions to the letter we’ve got a few remedies to make you feel some pain. For instance you know you are living illegally in your house, and just a word from me to my philippus-friend in the town-hall can get you evicted. Got it?

Sure chief, you can count on me! You know that! Trust me!

All right, pup, we’re all set. Go for it! I’ll call you in 10 minutes.



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