The name and the heart

A victim is, almost by definition, powerless. If you see a victim with power, that is a wannabe — rather a wannabeseenas — victim.

That human being, or group, posesses a special kind of invisible/less visible power. I call it victim power (offermakt).

The name of the game is victimisation. But the heart of the game is power.

Our leaders

When contemplating what our ”leaders” are doing — to us, others, the planet — I realize we need a new word.

These people are not leaders.They are MISLEADERS.

Fun fun fun.Believe it or not!

Nietzsche in reverse

“What doesn´t kill you…”

Stop! We know that tune. Turn around and go the other way.

What doesn´t make you stronger kills you — s l o w l y.

Now that´s a good motto.  Of course there are things and people that kill you fast, like Martians

or  Americans.

But that has nothing to do with weakness, or weakening.

One way to avoid being killed slowly is to say NO!

Hens R US

Mad scientists in the country of
ABBA and Linneus
turn men and women into HENS!

We have just received dramatic reports from correspondents in Scandinavia informing us that this is the end of Swedish people as we know them.

A metamorphosis of humans into something magnificent (like tigers) or poetic (like gazelles) might be strange — but still somehow understandable. However, Sweden, once a proud and patriotic country that termed its language the language of honor and heroes (“ärans och hjältarnas språk”), is now turning it´s back on magnificence and poetry and will henceforth be hen territory.

Are we not hens?

After the regime change the only politically correct movie will be Chicken Little; everybody will eat at Scania Fried Chicken, buy their clothes at Hens & Mauritz and hum the tunes of Hans Werner Hense.

Did I say hum? I meant cluck.

It doesn´t have a tune and you can´t dance to it... Hense is my favorite composer!

Not only Swedish people are affected by strange metamorphosis. A similar transformation has been observed all over the globe in the sphere of ideas and concepts .

Yankeecentrism

Space — the final frontier for Man, a small speck of dust in the immense Universe.

Have you heard that before?

Well, we need to cross some slightly smaller frontiers before we get to the immensity of space. Even if we work in the space industry.

Look out down there!

It looks like a giant insect. It isn´t named ARSE but UARS (you arse?). This satellite is coming home in a box. Not only that, it might also fall on our heads.

By “our heads” I don´t mean American heads. Sure, the USA (NASA) sent it up but they don´t have to fear for their craniums.

NASA posted a note on Facebook, to quell our fears. Did I say “our fears”? I meant American fears.

Note the phrase “the continent”. Which continent? Ah, the default continent. North America. The continent that like a spoilt child uses up most of Earth´s resources, the continent with all the people who have no idea where Germany and Switzerland are located, the continent that spews out most garbage in the world. Also space garbage.

Shall we call this particular brand of provincialism yankeecentrism?

Or shall we just let the quesiton hang in the air?