I remembered something funny …

Time for one of those rare posts where I’m not being too serious. I remembered something from years ago, when an aquaintance of mine triumphantly declared he had invented a new funny game.

“Oh yeah?” I said, somewhat incredulously. Not that I didn’t believe he had the mental faculties to invent a new game, but because I saw the look on the man’s face … and I know a rat when I see one!

He’s a trickster, this guy. A practical joker. Or he was then, at least. But he insisted. Oh yes, he had invented the new pastime for the 21st century.

I had to hear this, so … absolutely against my better judgment I asked him what this game was.

Man, I never learn, do I?

“AHA!” he exclaimed, as if to underline the importance and seriousness of the situation … all the while grinning like the Grim Reaper on LSD … “I have invented a game involving the INTERNET! Yes! Take two completely unrelated words … two words that could not possibly be thought of by rational, sane human beings in the same context … and type them into a Google search-bar!”

“Aha,” I echoed, ever more incredulous. “Two completely unrelated words like …?”

“Oh I don’t know,” this fellow said. “How about … unicorns and gonads?”

My brain suffered a temporary shutdown at the implications. While legend states that only a virgin can ride a unicorn, that very term suddenly got entirely new horrible meaning in my somewhat dirty mind … which of course the man in front of me was PERFECTLY aware of, git that he was!

“Gonads and unicorns?” I asked, by now unable to contain my ABSOLUTE incredulity any longer.

“Yes yes! Or Unicorns and gonads. It doesn’t matter which way around. Honestly, you should try to think up some examples and look it up. I bet you anything you’ll get a good hard laugh out of it!”

I nodded and slooooowly backed away from the insanely grinning person in front of me. You know … like one backs away from a dangerous animal (I’m sure in some ways he could be classified as such).

I lived right next door. Twenty feet away.

Gonads and unicorns, unicorns and gonads …

These two words, neither of them particularly horrible in their own right (One is a thing of myth and fantasy that many girls dream of, the other is a horse with a goat’s beard and a horn on its forehead … meh, go figure) kept swirling around in my mind.

They were still swirling around in my mind when I went to bed that night.

Realizing to my own horror, that I would dream STRANGE dreams that night, involving … well … you know … I finally got up and turned on my computer.

And yes, I looked up “unicorn+gonads” on Google.

And as I sat there and marveled at the sheer number of pages that included these two otherwise rather inoccuous words … I realized that at that moment, the guy next door had won.

He made me look.

And now, I betcha … so will you!

 


Music is balm for the soul

I love music. I have tastes that span from the great Baroque masters to heavy metal, and that is not just a trite expression … it’s the truth. I tend to dislike standard pop-music (Lady Gaga or Madonna honestly do absolutely -nothing- for me), but maybe once or twice a year, I hear a piece of popular music that has that certain “something” which makes it stick in my mind anyway for a while. It happens, but not often. I am not anti-popular music in any way, I just don’t find that kind of music engaging. Tastes vary, simple as that.

I do listen to a lot of classical music. I don’t think there has ever been a greater musical genius than Tchaikovsky, but that is simply my personal opinion, of course. But if I had to pick out an era that I prefer over all others, I’d pick the Baroque. There is a certain greatness to the music created then. Men like Charpentier, Lully, Bach, Händel and many others created amazing music that still makes me lean back and smile while I just get carried away.

Recently, I’ve posted a couple of links to Youtube on my facebook page. Links to a couple of pieces of music I really like. Charpentier’s and Lully’s “Te Deum” respectively.

An old friend popped up and jokingly commented that he always thought I was a “Ride of the Valkyries”-type of person.

Occasionally, I might refer to that piece of music in something I write (one such reference is actually coming up later in “Defiance”), but if so, it’s always in a very specific setting. Personally, I LOATHE Wagner and I detest his work. But my extremely defensive reaction to what my old friend said on facebook still ended up surprising me.

It led to a bit of introspection. But in the end, I did figure out what it was that made me so angry.

Richard Wagner, for those of you who didn’t know, lived for almost seventy years, from 1813 to 1883. He wrote music with a political agenda … wanting to help foster the “German spirit” through music which he felt was properly German. He wrote acknowledged classic masterpieces like “Parsifal”, “Tristand und Isolde” and maybe most famously, the monstrously lengthy “Der Ring des Nibelungen”.

“The Ring” is a multi-piece work, lasting upwards of 24 hours from start to finish if played in its full extent … which Wagner of course insisted on. Poor audience.

Anyway, the music is bombastic in the extreme, it is often needlessly drawn out, it lacks ANY kind of subtlety and as opposed to the conductors cane used by men like Mozart or Beethoven, Wagner hits the audience over the head with a 30 lbs sledgehammer from start to finish. In my opinion, listening to Wagner is the equivalent of turning myself into a French fois gras goose. I get force-fed music. I don’t get the CHOICE of whether I want to enjoy it or not.

That said, that’s not why I reacted so strongly. So far, what I’ve listed are simply reasons for disliking a specific composer’s music. But in Wagner’s case, there’s more to it. Wagner, to this day, remains a hugely controversial person.

He was a nationalist … as was common in much of Europe when he lived, and he was a raving, foaming-about-the-mouth anti-semite. In fact, his anti-semitism was so rabid, so intolerant and so unreasonable that the Nazis saw him as their “court composer”, despite the fact he’d died sixty years before their assumption of power, and his operas were blared out of the loudspeakers in the deathcamps. People went to the gaschambers with “Parsifal” filling their ears.

But as Wagner died sixty years before these atrocities, can’t I simply ignore that and enjoy the music? It isn’t his fault, after all, that his music was used by such monsters.

WRONG!

Wagner, throughout his life, advocated the kind of hatred that the Nazis took three steps further. He was one of the intellectual fathers of that particular kind of anti-semitic, Pan-Germanic nationalism that led to Nazism. And he specifically, knowingly and openly used his music to advocate his world-view.

That in itself is reason enough for me to shun him like the plague. But there’s more to this.

Heathens like me, who advocate equality between people and the value of each human being as a unique creature, constantly have to defend ourselves against the misconception that all heathens are in fact Nazis. Usually, I can tell from the looks on people’s faces when they find out I’m heathen whether they believe this is the case.

Typically they’ll go “oh …” and sloooowly start to draw away, or if they are seated, they’ll get very quiet and start looking left and right to find a different conversation partner. It’s bloody annoying, and requires explanation every time it happens. It doesn’t even always work, though fortunately, it usually does.

But I can’t be associated with a man like Wagner, who to this day is considered a highly controversial person for his opinions, in many parts of the world. I don’t want Heathens anywhere to be associated with the beliefs Wagner stood for.

But of course … music is simply music, isn’t it? Can’t I separate the man … the composer … on one side, with his beliefs and ideas, and his music on the other?

In most cases, I think that’s entirely possible, but it isn’t when it comes to Wagner. Wagners music was more than notes on a piece of sheet-music paper. It was his political manifesto.

I don’t read Hitler’s “Mein Kampf” either. I don’t read Mussolini’s diaries. I don’t read Guido von List’s insane ravings. As historical documents, they might be of interest, vile though they may be, but I am not in a position where I can read that kind of thing. I don’t want to be associated through my religious beliefs, with fascism in any way, shape or form.

Wagner’s music is not simply music. It was written with a clear, political aim in mind. It was meant to further an agenda which led to something which we today, as civilized people, consider practically the pinnacle of evil.

That’s why I won’t listen to it. That’s why I would leave before voluntarily sitting down for an evening to listen to such proto-fascist garbage. I know people who think going to Bayreuth for the Wagner-festival is a great treat. If they want to, I can’t stop them, but privately, I consider it morally questionable. I think their claims that “it’s just music” either speaks of deliberate ignorance or a complete lack of empathy. I had colleagues in the past who were part of a small group who would meet and listen to Wagner’s operas over a good dinner and a glass of red wine. I consider that morally questionable for the same reasons.

I detest the man … and I loathe his music.

And I do not think, in his specific case, that they can or SHOULD be seen as separate things. That may be my personal brand of intolerance, but seeing what Wagner openly advocated, I think it’s the only decent way of looking at it.

 


I never thought I’d see the day …

… when I had to agree with the ultranationalists in Denmark about anything whatsoever in terms of politics. But in an astonishing turn of events, the most xenophobic party in Denmark, Dansk Folkeparti, the political party largely responsible for reducing anyone in Denmark not born a Danish citizen to a second or third-degree citizen … have stood up for ethnic minorities.

Our current government, flailing in its death-throes and helplessly trying to make themselves appear as the saviors of Denmark, have made a few severe blunders lately. The opposition, in turn, have come up with a pretty bad one themselves.

Let’s take it from the top:

First the opposition. The leader of the Social Democrats, Mrs. Helle Thorning Schmidt, is one of many danes with a non-danish spouse. In her case, her husband is an Englishman, Mr. Stephen Kinnock, son of former leader of the British Labour party, Mr. Neil Kinnock. Stephen Kinnock is an international businessman and consequently, he makes most of his money abroad. However, recently it was revealed that he does not pay taxes in Denmark. The right wing has pounced on this as an example of Mrs. Thorning Schmidt’s double standards. That she wants Danes to pay more taxes, but she won’t contribute herself, and that incidentally, Mr. Kinnock’s actions were illegal. However, several independent experts have already stated that strictly speaking, what Mr. Kinnock did was perfectly legal, if somewhat amoral. Mrs. Thorning Schmidt has stated to the press that since taxes were already paid on Mr. Kinnock’s income abroad, she did not believe she should ALSO pay Danish tax … but in order to avoid further problems, her husband volunteered to do so. He is still being investigated on the matter.

This, naturally, is not very good publicity and could have helped the government tremendously, if not for a whole -string- of issues.

Primary amongst the scandals coming from the government recently, would be the cutting in half of unemployment benefits. This, mind you, was done no more than two months after that members of Government solemnly swore that this would UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCE happen in this election-period.

I’ve already blogged about that, however, so I’ll let that slide for now and focus on another few issues. Such as the new dog-killing act (probably the least problematic piece of legislation to come from the hands of Government lately).

Dog killing? Oh yes. Thirteen breeds of dogs have been declared illegal in Denmark. Thirteen breeds that are all considered socalled “fighting dogs” or “muscle-dogs”. Most of them are very rare breeds as it is, but some are not THAT rare, and the problem with this legislation is that it doesn’t fix the problem it’s meant to fix. The rationelle behind the law is, that certain dogs are more dangerous than others, and that consequently, they are actually lethal weapons and therefore cannot be allowed into private ownership. ANY NUMBER of vets and animal psychology experts have stood up and protested. Dozens and dozens of them, including in national media, time and time again, they have protested the insanity of trying to fix the problem of dogs attacking people by making the DOGS illegal. First of all, this will simply an underground market for illegal dogs. Secondly, the breed responsible for most attacks in Denmark is the otherwise-lovable Golden Retriever. Why? Because it’s the most numerous dog, no doubt, but also because a Golden Retreiver is an excitable dog, of medium-to-large build and it has an enormous amount of energy. People can go to the pet-store and buy a Golden Retreiver-puppy, while living in a one-room flat on the third floor and NO ONE can stop them.

Nor, and this is the most crucial part, can anyone force the new dog-owner to take dog-training. Because dog-training isn’t mandatory. Not even if you buy a really huge dog with no prior experience at having such a pet. It’s a recipe for disaster, and one all experts have called for a remedy for. And the remedy is so damned simple. In order to own a dog, you must be licensed. You must attend dog-training courses with your pet as a puppy and then at least every two or three years after the dog grows up. If you do not, your dog will be impounded. Simple solution. Police should be able to stop anyone with a dog and ask to see their license, whether we’re talking a chihauha or a St. Bernard. Instead, however, the government chose to simply say “It’s the dog’s fault”.

Now, I’m a human being too, and in the past, I admit I too have been swept up in the atmosphere of “Ohmygodwehavetodosomethingaboutthesedangerousanimalsattackingchildren!”

I’m not perfect, and I’ve argued in favor of that before. But in this case, the expert evidence has been EXCLUSIVELY on the side of licensing and mandatory dog-training courses. Every single expert who has made a statement about this has said that simply outlawing thirteen mostly rare breeds of dogs will NOT stop dog-attacks.

And now the newspapers are full of stories of googoo eyed puppies being put down.

However, that’s the least explosive piece of legislation the government has produced lately.

Next on the agenda comes the recurring tale of our foreign minister. The previous foreign minister, Mr. Per Stig Møller, was probably the only minister in the entire government for whom I felt the slightest personal respect. The man has a notorious temper, but frankly I don’t think you can be a successful foreign minister for a small country if you’re not the type to jump up and make a fuss at times. No one will hear you otherwise and no one will give a damned. Mr. Møller was highly respected amongst his peers on the international scene, he was considered a trustworthy and honourable man on whom one could always rely. Extremely important personality-traits in his line of work, obviously. Mr. Møller is a former leader of the Conservatives in Denmark, but he was ousted from the position some years back by a comparatively young, up-and-coming female star of the party (good Gods, where have we heard about THIS before?) called Mrs. Lene Espersen. Mrs. Espersen was minister of justice for a long stretch of time … a position where she could play to the traditional, Danish conservative value of a strong police-force. However, in the internal heirarchy of the government, the minister of justice is only ranked third. Highest on the ladder is the minister of state, then the foreign minister and then the minister of justice. Obviously, Mrs. Espersen found it hard to stomach that SHE was not the foreign minister, now that she was the leader of the Conservatives. So she demanded to replace Mr. Møller at the first possible opportunity. That opportunity came in January, when the minister of state rotated his team and reshuffled the deck, so to say. Mr. Møller was humiliatingly relegated to the third-rate ministry of culture (although those of us in the museum-world drew a sigh of relief as he is the ONLY minister in the entire lineup who is provably in favor of state-run museums … plus he’s very highly cultured and KNOWS what constitutes cultural inheritance), and Mrs. Espersen moved in at the Foreign Ministry, almost immediately wrecking everything Mr. Møller had spent almost ten years building up. First, she thought it was more important to go on a bathing vacation in the mediterranean than go to a meeting with the polar nations (Denmark is one of these through Greenland falling under the Danish crown), meant to discuss the future division of the North Pole’s resources …

I let that stand for a moment …

Later she repeated that stunt when she made sure she was sent to Spain for the DANISH Queen’s 70th birthday. It should be said that Mrs. Espersen’s own mother lives in a group of Danish expatriates on the southern coast of Spain, and guess where Mrs. Espersen was photographed vacationing while leaders of state visited Denmark to congratulate the monarch?

She has continued this trend up to the present day. Practically on a monthly basis, we hear of some new outrage where she’d rather use her large representation-account to travel the world and see the sights … rather than traveling the world to do her damned JOB!

And even now, when parliament is in recess for the summer-vacation (a time commonly referred to in Denmark as cucumber-time [agurketid] because, as reporters say “all we have to write about is the size of cucumbers until the politicians come back from vacation”), the government can come out with a new outrage.

This time it’s from the Liberal party. Having spent the last decade solidly in the parliamentary pocket of the ultranationalists, whose leader is routinely polled as far more powerful than even the minister of state, they are apparently trying to outdo their political partners in matters of xenophobia.

First let me outline a few details. In Denmark, you are a legal adult when you are 18. You can vote, get a driver’s license, get drunk in public bars and even marry.

Except, of course, if you wish to marry a non-Dane. In a startling, if watered down, copy of the “Protection of German Blood and German Honor”-act as introduced by Hermann Göring, where marriages between aryans and non-aryans were made illegal, the current government made it impossible to marry a non-Dane until you’re 25. Officially, the reason was that this would stop forced marriages in immigrant-families with Danish citizenship, where girls would be forced to marry their cousins or whatnot. But all the evidence since, has shown that instead of solving the problem, it’s made it far worse as the girls are now shipped out of the country to be married in the family’s native country, only to return seven or eight years later with her husband when she can legally be married to a non-Dane. Usually, she’d be bringing back two or three kids as well by that time and be well and truly caught, with no chance of getting out of that marriage, whereas if she had been in Denmark and been forced into marriage, she could have gotten help and the family could have been punished.

The problem has been made far worse for those who are affected, but the government couldn’t care less. And of course, the law is so badly formulated (a very typical problem for this government) that it affects EVERY non-Dane. Meaning that even an ethnic Dane, with hundreds of years of continuous Danish ancestry, who falls in love with say … an American … or a Swede … or a German … can’t marry his or her sweetheart -either- until they turn 25.

In this case, Ethnicity -shouldn’t- matter. But it shouldn’t matter -at all-. If you tell people they are adult and allowed to make their own choices at the age of 18, then they are legal adults and the state has no right to tell them “you can marry, but only if you marry another Dane, otherwise you have to wait another seven years before you’re REALLY an adult and able to make your own decisions”.

Furthermore, immigrants into Denmark are only eligible for 50 percent of the same welfare-benefits as Danish citizens. At the same time, people complain that Immigrants are overrepresented in crime statistics, but they are forced by circumstance to live in the WORST ghettos in the country (though the government, of course, will not acknowledge that we -have- ghettos), where crime is rife and there is no help to be had for families with kids who are getting into trouble. Why are they forced to do so? Because they can’t afford to live anywhere else. They can barely afford -that- in fact.

And now comes the latest shot at anyone without blonde hair and blue eyes:

The government has now suggested that all immigrants getting a job must only be paid fifty percent of minimum wages for the first six months.

Why?

Because that, politicians claim, will be a way to help them get into the job-market.

Let’s do this by making a simple example:

Let us say a qualified engineer comes to Denmark from … hmmm … Iran, just to take one example. He has a degree in engineering from the University of Teheran, and he applies for political asylum. As he can prove he is personally persecuted in Iran for his political beliefs, he gets political asylum in Denmark after typically three years of waiting in limbo. However, happy as a clam, the man can now look forward to a new life in Denmark. But as he is a foreigner, he is only eligible for 50 percent of the welfare benefits of a Danish citizen. This sum comes to 6.351 kroner a month … roughly 650 British pounds or just under 1100 US Dollars. He is barely able to scrimp by on this, as it has to cover rent, food, clothes and all unforeseen expenses, and … mind you … he hasn’t even paid taxes yet. Consequently, he rushes to learn how to speak Danish as he knows he is a qualified, educated person who should be able to make his own way in life rather than relying on state benefits in the first place. Let’s say it takes him about a year to learn how to speak Danish … not a long time at all given the complexity of the language and the difference to this person’s native tongue. After this year has passed, however, Mr. Iranian Engineer goes looking for a job. Finally, he can make a salary he can sustain himself on, he hopes! He looks up what he can expect to make as an engineer, and in Copenhagen, according to the engineers’ union, the average monthly salary comes to 42.942 kroner a month. About 7300 US Dollars or about 4000 British Pounds a month. Alright, that’s the highest average salary for an Engineer in Denmark, but most immigrants and refugees do end up in the Copenhagen area. The lowest average salary is 34.000 kroner in Southern Jutland. Still an enormous leap in pay-grade.

So … let us say, just for the sake of argument, that our Iranian engineer, having learned how to speak Danish and having had his education validated at the University of Copenhagen (this latter part is a foregone thing. If he is educated from an internationally recognized university, his paperwork will be processed quite easily), gets a job with a large Engineering group. He looks forward to his first paycheck. Finally, finally, finally he can get a better place to live and start having a bit of fun again.

Imagine his horror as he then, after opening the letter from his employer, sees that the figure at the bottom line isn’t roughly 43.000 kroner, but rather 7.633 kroner. Barely more than he made before, but now he puts in a solid 37 hour workweek (if he has overtime he’d make slightly more money, of course).

This is what the government suggests. That Mr. Iranian Engineer and every other non-Dane getting a job in Denmark has to work for half the minimum salary for the first six months. In 2009 the lowest legal salary in Denmark was 103,15 kroner an hour. That would come to something like 15.000 kroner a month before tax and while yes, I’d work for that, I’d be desperarely looking for something else since at the moment, I actually get slightly MORE than that on unemployment benefits (I’d still take a job at that salary, just to get out of the unemployment system). However, people getting 103,15 kroner an hour are typically unskilled laborers in menial jobs. Not highly educated people with university degrees or similar.

But by the government’s suggestion, people who are not danish citizens getting a job in Denmark are to be paid thusly in the future for the first six months.

Even the ultranationalists are exploding in rage at the unfairness of this. I NEVER thought I’d see the day when they stand up and say that they won’t vote for a discriminatory suggestion on the BASIS of it being discriminatory. They have also pointed out, quite rightly, that employers will then simply employ foreigners on six month contracts in the future, making it even harder for people with a Danish citizenship to get a job than it already is. After all, if you were an employer and you could get a qualified workforce at one fourth or one sixth the usual price, wouldn’t you?

The government, however, is unrelenting and standing by their suggestion as a brilliant way of getting non-Danes into jobs.

Denmark has a general election next fall. No one -expects- an election before then … but by the Gods many of us are -hoping- for it.

And if any of you can get me a reasonable decent job abroad … let me know. Because I would NOT mind getting the hell out of this pseudo-fascist dump!

 


Heads-up: Maintenance tomorrow!

I will be doing some maintenance on the server and the site itself; expect some outages. These should be short, but may be fairly frequent!