March 8th, 2023 / µ

The Gossip Wagon

One of the easiest ways to discredit a single woman is to spread rumors that she is crazy.

In my experience, people will jump on that gossip wagon within a split second because it is fun and easy. And if something is an easy thrill on someone else’s behalf and without consequences for the morons of this world, they will do it and love it.

“Gossip is the new pornography.”

— Woody Allen.

Troubled Times

More times than I care to remember, I have run into trouble because one trashy loser or another, for one reason or another, started spreading rumors that I was crazy.

You tell someone to take a hike – rumors are spread that you are crazy.
You say no thanks to a job – rumors are spread that you are crazy.
You complain about something – rumors are spread that you are crazy.
You air an opinion that is not wildly appreciated - rumors are spread that you are crazy.
You have more than someone who believes women are inferior to men and thus should have less of everything, including freedom - rumors are spread that you are crazy.
You have the “wrong” friends - rumors are spread that you are crazy.
You don’t act with respect towards some idiot with low self-esteem - rumors are spread that you are crazy.
You inform some loser that if he moves any closer, you will kick his balls so hard that he will need brain surgery to see them again - rumors are spread that you are crazy.

It takes minimal effort to get idiots to believe the worst about a single woman, and the all-time classic is:

She is crazy!

Cowards and Losers

To feel good about yourself by ridiculing and deliberately hurting someone else is the pathetic indulgence of cowards and losers. And a single, independent woman, who has a cooler job and a bigger apartment than the loser, she told to get lost is an easy target in a world where beating primitive scum to a pulp is hopelessly out-of-date.

And more people than you would think, men and women alike, actually believe, behind their politically correct #metoo-smiles, that if a woman is single, she must be either crazy or a prostitute, or both!

Does it hurt?

Some might feel insulted, and some might even feel hurt when they are the victims of rumors and slander like the above. Me, I get angry and remember.

For the past many years, due to a group of monsters and their libel, and the intelligence level of your average Dane (my personal theory) I have had to ignore situations such as being yelled at, having people pull their kids close, so they would not come in contact with me, and warningly state:

That woman is crazy!

And where I live now, it was customary for a while when certain teenagers passed by my house they would laugh and say things like:

That’s where that crazy bitch lives!

(Translated from Danish).

I don’t get hurt. I get angry. But I do nothing because I have learned a lot about Danes throughout my life, and today I can sum it up in that one true sentence Hemingway talks about*:

More often than not, Danes are devils!

So, I do nothing. Instead, I am fertilized and energized by my anger, and I remember everything and everyone for a later date.

When Lies Become Collective Truths

The terrible thing about lies is that they will become facts if they are repeated again and again. As long as the lies told about you are told to sufficient amounts of people, who then spread them, as losers do, because they have nothing better to do with their lives, or they are too stupid to do anything at all, the lies told about you will fester and eventually become collective truths.

In a good world, this would not happen – people would think, reflect, question, and show empathy. But the world is not good, the world just is, and people are often mean. And so lies become collective truths very easily.

What can you do? Ignore it and get on with your life.

I know who started the libelous rumors about me back in 2016. And it soon became clear to me that the extreme rumors spread as fast as lightning, were impossible to fight, and quickly festered as collective truths.

It is also clear to me that the Danish police don’t fact-check systematically. Had the police force and other authorities checked their facts sometime during the past approximately seven years, the smart guy or gal in the office might have seen a rather worrying pattern.

But to my knowledge, there’s no smart guy or gal in Denmark who has seen the pattern nor through the lies spread by the monsters, some of whom went to Paris in the fall of 2019 and gained access to two buildings, as I later informed even the PET, who, to my knowledge, chose to ignore the situation.

That was not very nice of the PET. Because what happened to me in Paris in 2019 reveals a huge security gap in a city about to host the 2024 Olympics. Based on the events from 2019, it looks as if any group of apparently ordinary individuals can gain access to and use any Parisian building for seemingly criminal activities, no questions asked.

So maybe the PET should have told their French colleagues what I told them. But to my knowledge, that has not happened. But what can you do when you live on a continent where too many, in my experience, regard single women as nothing more than crazy trash and walking vaginas?

Well, nothing!

**What Can You Do?**

What can you do if you are the victim of slander and libel? I would suggest you ignore as much as possible and focus on your life. I know it is hard, but you owe it to yourself NOT to listen to monsters, and you owe it to yourself NOT to give in to criminals. And most of all, you owe it to yourself to live your life.

Fact Box

I don’t know if money changed hands in these buildings. What I do know is that the Danes gained access to and used two buildings for seemingly criminal activities alongside people residing in Paris/France.

Hemingway: “All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.”

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,