Spira, the White Elephant

May I introduce: Spira, the white elephant, grazing in the middle of Jönköping.

Now we are the proud owners of our very own White Elephant. Or so we think...
What looks as a truly rare and precious gift to its citizens is in fact going to throttle us sooner or later.
The days of inauguration are barely over, the dust of the inauguration party just settled and it is cracking, shaking and rumbling already.
When it will lift it's ugly trunk and trumpet out the admission of a massive failure - we just have to sit and wait. It is not the question Whether but When.

A "White Elephant" is an idiom for a possession whose cost and maintainance is out of proportion to its usefulness and worth. Moreover this beast cannot be passed on to somebody else as nobody really wants it. :D :D :D

One just has to sit and wait....

(Jönköpings Posten, 2011-11-21)

It is not the question WETHER but WHEN/how soon this house of cards will collapse under its own burden.

Megalomania - Jönköping Style

(Jönköpings Posten, 2011-11-14, page 5)

Megalomania is a psycho-pathological condition characterized by delusional fantasies of power, relevance, and/or omnipotence. Megalomania is characterized by an inflated sense of self-esteem and overestimation by persons of their powers and beliefs.

This about sums it up.
(I took this short and concise definition from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Megalomania)
There is not much more to say. Just sit and wait for the bubble to burst. :D :D :D

Yumm, yumm dead chick/ kanin/ cow/ whatever... four legs, two legs....

Winter is around the corner and we bring out the woolens.
Warm clothes.
Furs.
Wrap ourselves with the hairy skin of dead animals.
For fashion and for comfort.
And at around this time of the year the djurrättsaktivisterna are coming out of their holes.
In Jönköping they are still rather timid.
Huddled together in front of a clothes butik on Klostergatan that has the audacity to sell a handfull of items with kaninpäls. Oh, oh!
Each time I hear about this kind of wellmeant but silly protest I wonder why they do this?
If they would use their brains they would stand in front of the meat counters, too.
Every supermarket displays tons of fresh slaughterd animals, cold chunks of meat, for us to devour.
Every week they advertise full page in newspapers with yummy pics of raw, bloody meat.
And I have never seen these animal protection army posted there, where the blood flows.
They are all vegetarians, are they not?

Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!

JÖNKÖPING, Smaland's Jerusalem, City of the Fallen Angels.
I can barely bear the thought of the Prince of Denmark having to be subjected to the sight of a car with an advertisement boldly printed on it that promotes a local stripclub.
So those organizers at Elmia took the law in their hands and removed this shameful object out of sight of the royal Dane.
Most dreadful to think what a desaster it would have been if this white on black printed ad would have aroused His Majesty's lustful nature!
There is however one clear winner: the owner of this paradisical etablissement.
In their own words "Angelic är en erotisk nattklubb, gentlemans club. Några av Sveriges hetaste strippor i Jönköping".
Now shouldn't we be proud of this?!
I hope that after the Prince left the authorities at Elmia pulled the vehicle back so that we all can have a good look at this monstrosity, mentally note down www.angelic.nu and check it out on internet.
Unfortunately (s.th.that should arouse the anger of local amazones and jamställdhetscrazy females) it is for the boys only.
But that should not bother anyone seriously. Most women here look so unisexy that they can easily slip in and peep at their poledancing sister's.

Footnote: the pic is taken from my favourite morning paper JP.

How to get to know people

After much thinking, deliberation, taking into consideration the plus/minus points of hanging yourself out in the public as s.b. who is looking for getting to know people in this underpopulated, emotionally underdeveloped, socially crippled country I made the big step and registered myself in one of the popular dating websites.
Though dating as in "dating" is not my intention - this is the only possibility to meet other, hopefully likeminded people other than at work or in a förening, the two other possibilities in this oh so civilized country.
I was silly to believe that this would work. I consider the amount spent to become proud owner of a Gold-Membership card with its doubtful advantages a waste of my money.
Anyway, the sum is rather negligable.

Every day I get several emails to notify me that "somebody has looked at my profile". If I check and think it may be a possible possibility that this is a person one could meet casually I often get another sign of appreciation.
A Smile.
Yes, a smile.
Under different circumstances that would lead to a more specific contact, like an email, or two and, if not too far away, a meeting where one could establish rather quick wether or not there is a desire to proceed with the oh so terrible complicated process of getting to know another human being a bit closer or wether it is not working.
In which case one can very quickly and without much pain and shattered dreams disconnect.
But there it ends.
I am still, after all these years in Sweden, unable to understand the mentality and How people function.
This kind of behaviour is nothing more like scratching your balls. Immediate gratification and no further commitment.
Or is this possibly all what it is about?
Silly me.

Footnote: The picture attached is an (detail) erotic sculpture "Cupid and Psyche" I photographed in a friends house, with the permission of the artist.

terror state, state of terror....or: Love thy enemies and pray for those who persecute you.

Saw a programme of "Uppdrag Granskning" on Monday, 31st Oct in Channel 1.
http://svt.se/ug/20111101204433/de_blev_oskyldigt_anklagade_for_sexuella_overgrepp

I had earlier chances to peep behind the iron walls of Socialtjänstens premises. I have only one conclusion: these people are so sick. They should NOT be running around free. They are a danger to all of us. I am convinced that their sick mind determines their choice of profession and they would be unable to get a decent job anywhere else. Alternatively they should be marked visibly with a warning sign on their forehead, the message being:
STAY AWAY
IF YOU WANT TO
STAY ALIVE

Footnote: sorry, cannot add pics...as it is they live a life filled with fear of justified retaliations of the people and are unregistered in public records and possibly even lie to their family and friends about their REAL job.