Category Archives: Society

Climate Chg Is A Hoax II?

I don’t know much about insects, but I do believe that this is some sort of mosquito and not a regular fly. It has spotted wings, so it is not a regular mosquito either…

I found it moving/flying in my kitchen on the 10th December 2019.

And regardless of if it’s in fact a mosquito or not – the outside temperature is currently 5 degrees centigrade below zero as opposed to 5 degrees centigrade above yesterday.

I wonder, where did it come from? Are there more?

It’s Plain To See That I’ll Be…

It is an actual bonafide rather large (165×235 mm) and not uncommon orange SL-sticker*. I could simply not resist taking home with me. For one thing I really do like signs, pictograms and visual information items. Especially the amusing ones…

* SL (AB Storstockholms Lokaltrafik), it the Greater Stockholm Local Transit Company, formerly known as: AB Stockholms Spårvägar (SS) [sic!]. There was a name change in January 1967. However, you can still see the old logo here and there in the fair town of Stockholm SL. The adherence to the actual time table does not come close to Japanese or any other minimum requirement.

A related item (105×148 mm). It translates to: “Be so kind as to remove this object!”. In my mind that can be literally anything including myself or someone else?

This Is A Ride!

No further comments or it would transport a complete 2 x 2 x 18″ sound system: speakers, amp, pre-amp and filter in a 19″ cabinet, two turntables (Technics 1210 goes without a saying), 4-channel mixer (Pioneer 500 with out a doubt), incl. lighting, projector, screen, all cabling, personnel and duct tape.

A well-organized packing strategy was needed. The suspension would be suffering a tad though, but only once a month.

However, there’s a far worse case scenario (than stressing the suspension) and that would be if the ride happened to be stolen. Driven at high speed by someone under the influence listening to full-on-all-the-way euro-techno*, geared-up for the next break-in, across a round-about (apparently you could see the tire tracks quite clearly) and into an apartment building just below a balcony.

There’s nothing like a Saab on the road!**

That right there is the same make and model as the original (and only) Electronic Desert motorcar.

I visited the scrap-yard. And it was a sad, truly sad, and I mean a really, really sad, sad day.

– Is there something to be salvage from the wreck?
– No, there is nothing left of value.
– What is that?
– It is a bag of tricks to commit crime. Consisting of VERY large screwdrivers and a oversized cutter.
– It is all useless (the bag, its content including the entire car in its last state was left as it was found. It was a sad day.)?
– Yes, and this ride is broken. Honestly, I can’t even afford to scrap it.
– But, Is it not insured?
– Of course it is insured, however, the insurance will not even cover the cost of scrapping it even less so buying a similar one.
– I’m truly, truly sorry… It is a sad day.

I do not know this for a fact, but this model/make of car is/was apparently one of the easiest to steal. If that’s accurate it is a shame really because it is a truly great ride. It’s a SAAB!

This text is wholeheartedly and without question dedicated to the one and only; You Can Run But You Can’t Hide Jaques Lueder.

I’ve never seen a more tired man/human being than that day at the scrap-yard. Facing the actuality and accepting the destiny of a humble man, as a man, and head-on. In all its harshness and brutality, the reaction was also a thing of beauty. The life.

The definition of a: Vaa faaan…?*** moment. Why in the name of the good Lord did you have steal that car?

* An actual non-Swedish quote in reference to… Jaguar. No, obviously I’m not joking and it is true.

** It was the first sound that was heard as the ignition key was turned for the last time. The stereo’s sound control was set to max…

*** Rough translation: What the hell…?

15:43 Or Lights Turned Off?

I live in the North.

In the darkness… it is impossible to describe and it will affect you no matter what you think or your individual strength.

You need to experience it first-hand to believe it. It is the harshest climate in the World.

Even Helios, the sun itself disappears (it’s frightening!), the water from the sky and in the lakes turn to ice.

– Yes, I understand.
– You… know nothing John Snow!

Like my father used to say:

– The summer was nice, it passed. So…, why (in the name of *** almighty ****) did they stay?

I’ve been pondering that exact same question for quite a while now. Clock says 15:43? That would be GMT+1 or is it two?

Pictures? Natural light. No doctoring. Actually in reality is even darker – believe or not. That would be: 59.3293° N, 18.0686° E * – it is truly unbelievable.

* And the land stretches much, much further north. I’m not even situated at half distance from the end. I’m about a third the way. What they’re doing up there? I have not got the faintest idea. I can say this much don not mess with them. Sápmi, it’s their country.

Farbror Blå

Farbror Blå aka Uncle Blue.

That’s all good and well. However, I still got rights even though I’m just a regular citizen; an average Joe if you will.

I’m just: “- En enkel drum’n’bass kille från söder om söder.” That would be the SoSo perspective

– When can I go home plz?”

It’s just wrong. I’m sick and tired of “people” overstretching their rights whilst denying mine. And they’re rightfully mine. It all has to stop! I will never accept living in a Police state, policed by people who are not even actual police women or men?

Support a free HK Now! The Universal rights. Support freedom of speech it can be taken away at any moment. And it includes; all arts, ideas, beliefs and in the end humanity itself.

No joke business. Don’t waste it.

Left Behind

The solitary was most likely dropped a dash hurrying in some direction – but, what about the pairs?

It always makes me wonder. What happened the instant before someone decided “- I’m not wearing these shoes no more this day/night!”. Did a spare pair exist somewhere or did nature have its causal way?

They do not seem to have been “kicked-off”; on the contrary, they’re were (must have been) orderly removed and quite purposefully placed. What about the remaining journey?

Was it bear-feet or in socks: on bike, by car, being carried or dragged, on stretcher, the coroner, on electric scooter or maybe simply Au natural?

What happened after they were left behind? I always wonder…