Lille Skatt, En Valium Takk

The al-Aqsa Martyrs Brigade has allegedly decreed late Sunday evening that Danes and Swedes have 72 hours to get the fuck out of Dodge. They're passing out flyers in Gaza to that effect.

It's also being claimed from another cozy corner of the Israeli bantustan of Gaza that Islamic Jihad has announced that Danes, Swedes, and Norwegians have but 48 hours to pack up their meatballs and run.

Local chaos broke out in Denmark after the Danish rag Jyllands-Posten posted some inflammatory pictures of a certain muslim prophet late last year. A good many Danish muslims took heated offence and the game was on.

Now the controversy has seeped into Gaza. Previous Middle East reaction to the defamatory caricatures saw the launch of a boycott against the Swedish and Danish dairy cooperative Arla that conducts a significant portion of their biz in the general region.

Arla is now completely locked out of the entire region due to reactions to the illustrations. Arla is clamouring for the Danish government to make conciliatory statements to get the company back into the money (The boycott is slashing into Arla's revenues by about a million smackaroos/day).

The poor poor Swedes are getting corralled and prodded together with the Danes. All blondes look the same to me too but these Scandinavians can ramble on till meads end about all that differentiates them from one another.


Here's a link to a confused right wing Danish blog that nonetheless captures sentiments and interpretations of the unfolding story that don't exactly deviate much from your average ass-scratching Dane's perception of matters.

Fuzzy Meatball Factoids:

Danes are often seen as a more laid back version of Swedes. Danes also have the highest consumption of Benzodiazepines in Europe. They are also rather unabashedly rascist (...that means it only takes 2 Tuborgs to hustle their spooky theorems on race out of them).

They love to make a big deal about the Danish resistance during German occupation. At last count I believe the reality of their proud resistance numbered somewhere in the dozens (...that means an insignificant multiple of 12).

Perhaps occupation is not the most appropriate word for their flirt with The Reich.

Nonetheless, Copenhagen is pleasure city and the sun shines more in Faelledparken than on Key Biscayne. And the girls, oh the girls...