Gotta understand, in “the land of the Midnight Sun” :
We (Sweden) must all admit that the brother (Håkan Juholt ) may be feeling very happy & glad that we (Sweden) are not in the Eurozone just now, but it seems to me
that he’s a little overweight
and a little too chubby to be a heavyweight
contender right now, although he sure has a lot of flare
and courage and a lot more political savvy
to be talking like the charismatic Muhammad Ali
Hear ye him, listen to the Swedish Social Democratic lion king roar
in rikssvenska (Standard Swedish – not the Queen’s Swenglish) :
which translates into Muhammad Ali Ebonics: “ I’m gonna continue to dance like a butterfly and sting like a bee” (Gonna kick ass)
with his fists swinging to the left and with uppercuts to the Right landing like 2,500 electric volts….
Now that Lady Mona Lisa’s out of the picture, this is all happening in the days of the He-male Swedish gladiators.
….. and in the right hand corner smiling with soulful eyes that sometimes look a little sad and he doesn’t much look like a pugilist but he packs a mean right punch, in the blue boxer’s shorts, the Moderate party champion Fredrik Reinfeldt!!!!!!!!!!
Brother Juholt will be needing more than just a new Muhammad Ali rhythm and rhymes or just smart political one- liners, to complete new Social Democratic Party lines – a new vision says Lena Hennel a commentator in the Conservative press and that’s what she writes in SvD both yesterday and today that what’s demanded of Mr. Juholt is nothing less than that he “reinvent the wheel”
So what’s next, more Ali rhymes or will he upgrade the boast to “ I’m the Greatest” after the Swedish people go to the polls?
No point in upgrading the boast before the electoral event as that would be counter-productive, since as we all know it is the antithesis of the Swedish spirit to boast – it’s against the law
You meet a shy Björn Borg and ask him “ Do you play tennis?” and he’ll most probably tell you modestly, “ Yes, a little.”
You meet the minimal braggart from West Afrika and in answering the little question “ Do you play tennis?” he’ll probably tell you all he can about African Fractal Theory and Mathematics and that in addition to having five Ph.Ds from Oxford, Cambridge, Harvard, Yale and Stanford, he speaks Swedish like me and that he also won Wimbledon 5 times and the Grand Slam 11 times. “That’s not cricket”, you’ll probably think, if you’re British, that is.
Cultural differences, you see, no humility like Haile Gebrselassie who like King David, was also once a shepherd boy….
Things could change and change rapidly should we find ourselves facing a “winter of our discontent”,
but today it is Anders Borg and not Håkan Juholt or Muhammad Ali that is the undisputed champion, when taking care of Sweden’s finances counts and as for me, my admiration is for Borg, my sympathy is often with the underdog, in this case Brother Håkan and the Social Democrats who didn’t want to get married to the Euro in the first place.
At the same time as I’m beginning to like Mr. Juholt for his perseverance and fortitude, I am beginning to feel sorry for the other guy who is about to meet his just deserts (nothing to do with the Libyan desert) as he faces Justice for the very first time, and here I’m talking about Saif al-Islam – about Libya, the ICC and Saif al-Islam.
However, I’m not at all feeling sorry for this one, although I do not wish him grievous bodily harm. If you take into consideration the penalty to be suffered in Thailand for a Royal insult , then the goodly advice to Vilks is to keep his art to himself, whether he has iconoclastic urges or not and whether the demons are urging him here in Sweden or in Bangkok, with guys like Taimour Abdulwahab around he ought to be more careful about speaking/ drawing/ or painting his “mind”. To better understand what the seriousness of the situation could be you had better click to find out the kind of equipment Taimour Abdulwahab straps on his back like an ordinary backpack – if need be.
If I didn’t have this devilish headache occasioned by so much bad news I’d be joining my Better Half at the Stockholms stadsteater at 18.00 hours to see “ A Streetcar Named Desire”. I’m sure that it’s not going to be anything like Vivien Leigh and Marlon Brando – but should be interesting in a Swedish setting with Helena Bergström and Bjorn Bengtsson .The poor boy will now have to refund the First Lady for the ticket, since the headaches are all my fault and I shouldn’t sit so long at the computer. I am now reaching for one more IPREN – the headache seemed to be receding but now it’s coming back again it seems with full apocalyptic force….I can hear the hooves of the horesmen galloping in my head, they are drawing near….so I must end here -