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GLOOM AND DOOM IN THE SWEDISH BANANA KINGDOM
✍️ Written by a Scandinavian writer ✍️
✍️ Telegram translation edited by Hikaru Kitabayashi ✍️
My head is not clear. I'm in a bad mood.
You can assume that there is no functioning State structure, no authorities are doing anything, and unidentified NATO agents are seen more and more often. The country is empty, literally.
No Doctors means no pharmacies. Big Pharma does not deliver to an insignificant region, belonging to "the Faceless".
It is no longer a question of free fall. As everything is digitized, a small Microsoft bug in Australia was able to cause Area Sweden to shut down, completely. Only cash can be trusted, more or less. There are food shortages in the suburbs. The "Welfare System" is an empty shell. And what of the lifelong work of poor pensioners?
A wet blanket lies over the land. Abandonment is everywhere. And, still, I live under "better conditions" than a majority of the population.
Military power is prioritized. The number of dollar billionaires per capita is breaking new records with each passing day. But, there is no healthcare. There is no need for pharmacies, either. And there is a lack of antibiotics. Vital medicines are gone.
I have epilepsy, I can handle it about one more month. Suicides stand like sticks on a hill. I found a young man in my area. He was cold. I left him there. The day after I discovered him, "People" started to move to where he had been living. I know who he was, but death certificates are gone. Either there are none at all or they are fictitious.
I write in Norway normally. Sweden is a Meta controlled country. The censorship is rigorous.
People who want to know the truth ceased to exist. It is completely normal. Forgotten the next day, or the same day. Not even the local residents react anymore. It's the new normality. The result of indoctrination already in preschool,
Free public schools give desired results. I started writing a number of White Papers, laying out the facts. But they were out of date basically before I had started.
As always. This country, Area Sweden, Banana Monarchy, goes further than what was ordered. A 5th Column is growing. It is the financial sector that matters.
In short, save yourself who can. As for myself, I will possibly return to a disaster area, a country comparable to Great Britain. A military power protecting the billionaires with taxes penalizing everyone else and with police everywhere. But, Swedes are known for chewing what is served up to them. We can lose our property at any time, what belonged to Dad, Mom, and me.
I took Dad home from the "Hospital". He was fine when he arrived. But, I could see though things. The night before, I said to him "Pack up, Father. I'll come tomorrow. You shouldn't lie in this damn rathole, I'll come tomorrow".
At home, he passed away where he wanted to be. He died of constipation! The operation wound opened up, and blood came out of all the openings on the body, I nursed him, fully. I sat next to him when his chest didn't rise again. It's my main accomplishment in life. I often take comfort in that.
Now it's my turn. Epilepsy. There are no drugs in this country that can help me. And, anyway, there are no doctors available, so there is no need for a pharmacy. So, I've got one more month, unless a miracle happens.
I will procure the drugs I need, and arrange things for Mother. She gets to come along with me on my last trip.
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GLOOM AND DOOM IN THE SWEDISH BANANA KINGDOM
✍️ Written by a Scandinavian writer ✍️
✍️ Telegram translation edited by Hikaru Kitabayashi ✍️
My head is not clear. I'm in a bad mood.
You can assume that there is no functioning State structure, no authorities are doing anything, and unidentified NATO agents are seen more and more often. The country is empty, literally.
No Doctors means no pharmacies. Big Pharma does not deliver to an insignificant region, belonging to "the Faceless".
It is no longer a question of free fall. As everything is digitized, a small Microsoft bug in Australia was able to cause Area Sweden to shut down, completely. Only cash can be trusted, more or less. There are food shortages in the suburbs. The "Welfare System" is an empty shell. And what of the lifelong work of poor pensioners?
A wet blanket lies over the land. Abandonment is everywhere. And, still, I live under "better conditions" than a majority of the population.
Military power is prioritized. The number of dollar billionaires per capita is breaking new records with each passing day. But, there is no healthcare. There is no need for pharmacies, either. And there is a lack of antibiotics. Vital medicines are gone.
I have epilepsy, I can handle it about one more month. Suicides stand like sticks on a hill. I found a young man in my area. He was cold. I left him there. The day after I discovered him, "People" started to move to where he had been living. I know who he was, but death certificates are gone. Either there are none at all or they are fictitious.
I write in Norway normally. Sweden is a Meta controlled country. The censorship is rigorous.
People who want to know the truth ceased to exist. It is completely normal. Forgotten the next day, or the same day. Not even the local residents react anymore. It's the new normality. The result of indoctrination already in preschool,
Free public schools give desired results. I started writing a number of White Papers, laying out the facts. But they were out of date basically before I had started.
As always. This country, Area Sweden, Banana Monarchy, goes further than what was ordered. A 5th Column is growing. It is the financial sector that matters.
In short, save yourself who can. As for myself, I will possibly return to a disaster area, a country comparable to Great Britain. A military power protecting the billionaires with taxes penalizing everyone else and with police everywhere. But, Swedes are known for chewing what is served up to them. We can lose our property at any time, what belonged to Dad, Mom, and me.
I took Dad home from the "Hospital". He was fine when he arrived. But, I could see though things. The night before, I said to him "Pack up, Father. I'll come tomorrow. You shouldn't lie in this damn rathole, I'll come tomorrow".
At home, he passed away where he wanted to be. He died of constipation! The operation wound opened up, and blood came out of all the openings on the body, I nursed him, fully. I sat next to him when his chest didn't rise again. It's my main accomplishment in life. I often take comfort in that.
Now it's my turn. Epilepsy. There are no drugs in this country that can help me. And, anyway, there are no doctors available, so there is no need for a pharmacy. So, I've got one more month, unless a miracle happens.
I will procure the drugs I need, and arrange things for Mother. She gets to come along with me on my last trip.
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