I’m angry. Steaming. Infuriated. Crazy mad. It’s going downhill so fast. The merciless avalanche is growing bigger and stronger, and dragging everyone down with it. Downhill and into the depths of the abyss of fear. This small group has so much power. They have Sweden under a tight grip and the spirit of “Je Suis Charlie” is nowhere to be found. One whisper, one breath and everyone fall on their knees.
I don’t know who you are anymore Sweden, but you’re no longer a country of mine. You have crushed the pride I once felt for being Swedish. You are cowards. You are now on the losing side, the side of evil, and it will take a small miracle for you to climb out of that dark hole you dug for yourself.
Until you do, you can take your pretend democracy, your pretend neutrality and shove it up your stiff Nordic behinds. And I mean that literally.