November 20th, 2022 / µ

A Short Leap

Over the past months, I have realized that the leap from estrangement to revulsion is very short.

I was born in Denmark 48 years ago and have never wished to detest this country. But the past years have shown me what kind of nation Denmark is behind the candy floss façade – intolerant, hateful and malicious, with a general acceptance of lies and mob behavior.

And this knowledge has left me feeling not just estrangement but revulsion.

I suppose intolerance and prejudice might be typical for tiny countries such as Denmark, where everyone is taught to think alike, be alike, and told they are the best and free but not taught to question their ways or what freedom means.

"None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe themselves to be free."

Goethe

What I have experienced in Denmark over the past almost seven years goes beyond anything I could ever have imagined, even with my liberal, critical, and questioning mind.

The lewdness defies all reason.

If anyone had told me seven years ago that what I have been through could happen in a state officially governed by law, I would have told them they were nuts.

Monsters

Once you have seen human beings turn into monsters, once you have heard the pleasure in their voices they get from someone else's pain, the happiness they gain from someone else's suffering, once you have looked down into the darkest abyss of human nature, there's no going back.

I have looked into the eyes of a few devils in my lifetime. Some are more forgettable than others. And you expect this to happen in certain places and under certain conditions. I had never expected the worst devils, the most sadistic monsters – people 100% deprived of empathy and humanity, shaped and nurtured by a system that glorifies the public sector – I would encounter in my life would be crummy little Uriah Heeps in Denmark.

I fear that one day, all I will be able to remember about Denmark is hatred, lies, and monsters, topped up with bigotry, fraud, misogyny, and systematic nepotism.

Because the bad is beginning to erase the good. My good memories are fading away, one by one.

Denied

However, the fact remains that my life in Denmark is over not because of primitive monsters but because the police have refused to stop them; the police have even denied me a voice.

No matter where I have turned, I have been turned away.

Had the Danish police done their job, I doubt I would not have been chased out of my home in 2017 under the emotional strain of having a parent fighting cancer – a fight my dad lost nine months later. And I would not have lived in an absurd nightmare ever since.

But the Danish police chose not to do their job in 2017 and have chosen that route ever since. They have decided to not only believe lies but write them and let madmen roam free, use kids for criminal activities, incriminate people too stupid to know what they are doing and create a situation in Paris that can eventually result in multiple deaths. And no matter how many times I bang on doors, nothing happens.

So today, I have only one thing left to say, just one thing experience has taught me:

When the mob marks you as a target, don't buy a parakeet; buy a plane ticket!

Thanks for reading! I hope you found it valuable and worth your time! Until next time, remember to get your facts straight and that whatever good times you have will never come back as bad times,