I keep in touch with the Old Country by reading the newspapers online and one curious thing has me all riled up. In one of the papers a person, a new arrival to the fair shores of Denmark is writing a blog. In English. And I have read it a few times and I have, a few times, written what I thought were insightful and unbiased comments, basically saying that this person was full of shit.
And then I decided not to seek out this blog to preserve my precarious blood pressure; till today, when I caught another blog celebrating the blogger's first year in the country of Vikings and Hans Christian Andersen. And I despair. To be sure, I have not been back in many years and I make fun of my own chosen country--or countries, but I do this with a love and understanding that I, Alan, made the choice. I. Me.
This new person living in Denmark is pissed at so many things, one of which is that he still does not understand what the announcers are saying on the telly when they speak Danish...DUHHH. I had to take a lot of deep breaths and count to ten to convince myself not to reply to this silly post. But this is my blog and here I can say whatever I want, and I will say this to this person who has the pulpit of a daily newspaper to spread his discontent......you don't like it ? Leave. Right now. Get out and make room for someone who might appreciate the situation better.
There.
I said it.