Monthly Archives: May 2011

ONLY PEOPLE LIKE ME SHOULD HAVE STATUS IN DENMARK

Waivers:

a) I don’t want to talk about it.

b)I am not uploading this so that the foreigners in DK who do not belong on any “concession chart” can mail an unsigned elucidation that announces something in the neighborhood of: “Look Honky,  I warned you that by virtue of your North American citizenship you are clueless about what it is like to be a bona fide migrant!!!!”

c) I am not uploading this to dispense pabulum for those web logs that never cease to utilize me and what they ascribe to as my way of looking at Denmark to be more negative than it actually is as the destination for their umbrage;

d) I am not uploading this to announce that I am in ANY sort OF way IN support of A SINGLE word THAT is ISSUED from THE voiceparts OF soren PIND…

etc.

Coming soon:  Am I a Danewife? QUIZ.

MARMITE-GATE CONTINUES. “DENMARK IS LAUGHING STOCK”

This week amid scenes of chaos and civic upheaval shops began the painstaking process of removing every single jar of Marmite from Danish shelves.  In a bizarre move yesterday the Danish Government issued a statement that began with a patronising little titter and went on to say:  “This is wery funny.  You foreigners are so attached to your foods.  It’s not that important.  Vi kan do vat vi vant.  Vi are ze Dannish government, and vi do vat vi vant.”

Angry internationals and immigrants alike raged through the night and went with many unanswered questions.  At 4 am this morning the Queen of Denmark Camilla Yellowteeth was forced to make an emergency broadcast as people took to the streets, overturning cars and calling for someones resignation or at least a cheap flight out of Denmark.

“Listen.”  QueenYellowteeth was heard to state “LISTEN UP!  Marmite has not been banned in Denmark. It’s merely been removed from the shelves of shops due to it’s illegal nature.”

A woman whose husband works for Siemens asked:  “But hold on a minute, you batty old cow,  are you saying that we can buy Marmite in Denmark?”

Yellowteeth:  “No.  You may not.”

A woman whose husband works for Vestas then chipped in: “But is it legal or isn’t it?”

Yellowteeth:  “It is illegal, and always has been.  The makers never applied for a permit.  That’s why we took it off the shelves.  We had many reports from ethnic Danes that people were eating a foreign substance called Marmite and that it was suspected as not have been gone through the proper Danish channels and also suspected of not being Liverpostej, which is what normal people put on their bread.”

A man who came here from Swindon to go to University because he heard that Gays were welcome in Tolerant Denmark piped up:  “So you are saying that Marmite has not been banned, it has merely been removed from the shelves pending an application from the makers for it to be sold in Denmark?”

Queen Margerita Yellowteeth:  “Yes, that’s essactly what I am saying.  The International press have greatly overblown this.”

A woman who left her family to come and live with her Danish boyfriend here said:  “But if Marmite apply for a licence, are they going to be allowed to get one?”

Queen Yellowteeth:  “No.  Although, because Denmark will want to backtrack in an effort to imagine they still have some international standing insteading of being the Most Ridiculous Place on Earth, it might let Marmite through.”

Media far and wide reported the Marmite-gate with the gloves off.

“What obviously started as the bright idea of a misguided Danish official has now made Denmark an international laughing stock, no doubt creating a headache for their foreign affairs diplomats.”  said one.

In fact the whole world is once again:  “incredulous at Denmark’s bizarre decision”.

What we relish, here chez Babs is that people on the ‘outside’ are now saying “WTF DENMARK????” and not since COP15 has Denmarks bizarre way of going about things been so in the press.

It’s universally known now.  Denmark is not a place to raise your international family,  Denmark is a place for Danes.  And what Danes are is a post I really don’t think I have the time or energy to write,  but what I will say is this:  you don’t have to be born ‘ethnically Danish’ to be a Dane and becoming a Dane can happen at any time in your life.  Some people are immune to contracting Danishness, others are predisposed to it.  The highest risk of Danishness is in Copenhagen.  So if you are coming here and want to avoid contracting it,  stay in Jutland.

Lots of love, bye bye for now,  Have fun.

Denmark Will Not Allow the Sale of Marmite in Denmark.

Denmark has removed marmite from it’s shelves, so I am forced to come out of hibernation and write one more post. I recieved a letter:

“Dear XXX-XXXX,

Denmark removing Marmite from it’s shelves is the last straw for me.  I am leaving this godforsaken place of idiots and nothingness.  I just wanted you to know I am leaving, and that I am not the only one. I know of two other families who are leaving who cite Søren Pind’s horribleness, the culture at large and the Marmite thing as the last straw.  Good bye Denmark! You cucking waste of space!  Goodbye!

Oh and by the way, you still owe me that 400 kroner, which I knew you had no intention of paying me back.  Let’s just call it quits and say I take it as payment for that fantastic b*** j** you gave me in the toilets at Noma.  My lord,  all those years in the convent didn’t seem to hold you back did they?

Lots of love

PXXXX YXXXX”

To which I can only say, PXXXX,  you are welcome, but I think you are mistaken about who you went into the toilets with, but I’ll take the debt as canceled anyway.

Oh Denmark, you sad little place, going nowhere, doing nothing but nothing.

“I tried and got nowhere” – yet another sentient being leaves DK

I came to Denmark because my husband got a job here.It is a job he loves to do and he had applied all over the world to get this job.He is what The Danish might call a desirable immigrant,he is a highly skilled worker.It’s not just about the money,it is the job he loves.So we came with a plan.He would do the job he love,the children would be in school here,I would retrain in my field,take Danish classes and the right Danish qualifications.I worked and worked to rise in my plan.First I learn basic Danish,then go onto higher Danish.All this I did.Then onto higher Danish education.Extra qualifications.Job after job I apply for.Always no.In beginning I say “It is only matter of time.I good in my field and now Denmark will recognise this.See that I work.”But no.I try harder.Push children more.We speak only Danish at home.I speak only Danish with friends.Complete immersion.But no job,always some bullshit excuse.My husband very happy in his job.But life here like tomb.Nothing for me.Nothing for kids.They get teased because they are different or weak or something.Now the teacher says we must speak to a psychologist because one of our children is hitting other kids at school.I know it is because he has been bullied verbally since the start.How I prove this?Every day: “Why you not have rugbrød?”We are leaving.My husband very unhappy. I say: “It is me and the kinder or your job-you chose. I not live in this fucking mad land any more.No future.Goodbye Mr Silly Willy.Good bye fucking mad land.You stay if you want but I go now.” To sum up:I came to Denmark with high hopes.I did every fucking thing I could to fit in.I smiled and smiled saw the bright side and did not give up.I net worked,I socialised.  I integrated. I went expat meetup groups.  But fuck this for a game of criket.  No good. Stupid place.Many of my friends did the same.We came, we tried and now we go.Some othernice place instead.Goodbye.”

Readers Letters: “I am a Danish Man married to a foreigner.”

Dear ‘Babs’,

I don’t know if you will get this because you have not replied to the previous letter I wrote.But anyway I will send it.I am a Danish man married to a foreigner.We are just about to leave Denmark and never come back.You can add our names to the statistics of people leaving and never coming back.The moment we finally decided to leave Denmark and never come back was after many years of trying to make things hang together here and failing.In my wife’s country she had a good job but because her qualiications were not recognized in Denmark,for some reason we can not understand,she had to do some really shit jobs just so we could pay the mortgage on our house.Many times the bank threatened us to repossess the house and my job alone would not be enough and has not been enough.We are now selling our house at a much lower price than it is worth just to get out as quick as we can.We are returning to my wifes country where she has the possibility to get work in her own profession and where the people are wonderful.

I am not going to bring out the old “I am ashamed to be Danish” line because I know you have heard that many times and that it isn’t an excuse as far as you are concerned.What I will say is that I am a Danish man married to a foreigner and I am glad to be turning my back on Denmark.The last several years have been demoralizing and I have looked at “my” country with new eyes partly through experiencing the troubles my foreigner wive has gone through and partly through travelling in and out of Danmark.

The worst part of going on holiday from Denmark has to be the coming back.We just went on holiday out of Denmark for a short break over Easter and the people we met out of Denmark were so alive and friendly and intelligent the contrast with the people we met in the boarding lounge before our flight back to Copenhagen was horrific.

We could tell who was Danish and who was not.We sat in the lounge almost in tears and turned to each other knowing that this was the end,we just cannot do it any more.So goodbye Denmark.To my fellow Danes:youare so arrogant and smug and unfriendly and not able to see who you really are.I could say much much more but I am tired and we just want to get out.

Goodbye Denmark.

Anon”