The other day my daughter had a couple of friends over. They were playing with Legos when the three of them spontaneously started singing patriotic Mexican songs that they had learned at school. How unthinkable that scenario would be in Sweden. I bet you most kids don't even know the national anthem.
We went to an Independence day party yesterday (photo). Independence festivities in Mexico are primarily about getting drunk, just as they are everywhere else. But at about 11, which was when Miguel Hidalgo famously rang the church bell in Dolores and started the uprising that became Mexico's independence, everyone at the party gathered as one of the attendees recreated the Independence Day speech after which everyone sang the national anthem. Displays of patriotism completely unthinkable for us Swedes and unthinkable to most westerners.
I miss that about my country. When playing the national anthem our primary concern is who might feel uncomfortable by it. Past Swedish achievements are explained away as luck and favorable circumstances rather than excellence. Conquests are waved off as immoral acts of aggression or imperialism. The symbols of the proudest of our ancestors the vikings will get you labeled a racist in no time (the head honcho doesn't give shit though, he carries his Mjölnir around his neck every day. Call him all the racist you want.)
At the same time, us Swedes are very eager to display our moral superiority through gay tolerance, gender equality and other jibberish when interacting with strangers. That's all the national pride we can muster and I've always found that distasteful about us. Better then to rejoice on how we had the whole of England living in fear of the ravaging berserker, the military prowess of Carl XII and the commercial and technological achievement of Swedish 19th and 20th century industrialists.
In the mean time, Mexicans will keep celebrating their 16th of September with unapologetic grandeur. There is no reason why they shouldn't. So to all my Mexican friends and family: happy independence day!
Yesterday, my son left Guanajuato for California. Technically my stepson, this guy is the coolest you'll ever know and after 11+ years of knowing him, he's grown into a great friend. I'm not worried for him. He's well equipped for the new challenges ahead: he has a more mature thinking than most adults I know and his mom has equipped him with the right family values. He'll do fine. Good luck, son. I'll miss you. Better make damn sure you stay in touch with momma.
I don't know whether to weep or laugh again. I just received an article on an anonymous tip from Sweden's biggest newspaper. The title translates to "Gender role knowledge will strengthen the military". And right then and there you can tell where this is all headed: straight down the shitter.
The short version: The swedish defense power has issued a handbook called "Handbok gender". The purpose of this handbook is to teach the Swedish armed forces to use an equality perspective in military operations. The effort will, supposedly enhance recruitment to the armed forces and operational efficiency. According to operational supervisor Jan Thörnqvist it is "just as important to take into account as the weather and the fighting morale of the enemy".
Allow us to provide some selected nuggets of gold from the article:
I used to believe that news of this kind was a blast. But they are becoming more and more of a burden. Anytime I mention my origins to a stranger, I'd just better hope they don't read DN. It is not possible to explain events like this to a normal person and keep a straight face. Today's political class in Sweden is bringing our once proud nation no where but south.
Let's be explicit, this Jan Thörnqvist character is certainly not ulbator endorsed.
I made a little home made muffler out of some left over glass fiber wrap and metal net on Saturday. Today I figured I'd try it out. So I pointed the head light toward San Nicolas.
San Nicolas used to be a very prosperous mining town 100 or so years ago. Nowadays it is almost abandoned. It is between Guanajuato and Santa Rosa, but you have to get way off the main road to get there. It is a poorly maintained dirt road really more appropriate for a terrain vehicle. But my brave little Savage stood up to the test, merrily swinging her tail in the sharp bends as I opened the throttle. The hardest test was probably for my butt and lower back. Her suspension was not designed with this type of terrain in mind.
Anyways, a fun ride. But butt still aching from the unforgiving road, I'm thinking of looking into alternatives for the rear suspension, or maybe one of those springed mono seats. Below some pictures of the ride.
Oh, the muffler quieted her quite a bit. And it looks as if low end torque was benefitted. All in all, a successful experiment.
I went for coffee in the evening. It seems as if the clutch thing worked judging by the merry look on my face.
The photo is from café tal by la Presa in Guanajuato. They have pretty good coffee, although I'm not picky. And the setting's nice. I'll probably have coffee here about once a week on average. Wearing ulbator, as is customary among motorcyclists and merry men.
The clutch has been slipping. So I tried a trick. And armed with a toolbox and a couple of Micheladas, I went at taking off the clutch cover yesterday. It only slips when she's hot. My theory is that the springs are a little soft. So, we threw in a washer under each spring. That ought to tighten it up a little. I'm on may way out to try her out as soon as the rain stops. I'll let you know how it goes.
Two tips: 1) If you tip the bike over, you don't have to drain the oil. 2) I jammed a 1 peso coin into the gears when loosening and tightening the clutch spring bolts to keep her from turning over.
A new guest appearance from our buddy. Let it be known that ulbator does not restrict itself to provide superior quality, utterly sexy menswear for the few real men still out there. We are also an organization that takes social responsability more seriously, it seems, than any multinational conglomerate. We're not in it to throw more gasoline on the on going equalist shit storm. No, ulbator is commited to helping the alternative point of view come out. And in this case, helping out is acting as a publishing platform for someone who actually has something to say.
Now, we would not go ahead and publish just any schmuck. The author of the article you are about to read is a very close and dear friend to the head honcho and a man who we respect in the utmost sense of the word. It is a man who has had our back. And while most publishers would wash their hands saying something like "the opinions expressed in the article are not ours and we take no responsibility, bla bla bla", we'll say that the opinions expressed in this article lie damn near our own. So without further ado: "Show us your tits"
Just in case you missed it Amy Schumpter “queen of comedy” recently did a gig in Sweden and got, shock-horror, heckled by a drunkard in the audience. Now this you may try and persuade yourself is in itself not a big deal. Standup comedy, to a large extent, comes down to being able to deal with hecklers. They are, for better or worse, part of the show. An opportunity for the comedian to showcase his or her´s ability to think on their feet, sink or swim. In a nutshell “to be funny”.
Well Mia skäringer, fellow Swedish comedian, wasn't laughing as she quickly after the “incident” took to the streets releasing the following statement (read and translate) in support of her female colleague´s (surprising?) decision to evict the heckler.
Now this may just be me but apart from Mia´s comparison, which I will leave the attention it deserves, and the audience indignation over a “sexist comment” (Show us your tits) being uttered by a drunkard. A drunkard who by the way after being evicted from the show, riddled with remorse, replied - I feel like a dirtbag, It was never my intention to sound so sexist and offensive.
Now I personally don't believe for a second that the man really felt heartfelt remorse over what he had just said. He probably just realized, as would anyone with half a brain about to get thrown under the bus by a media gauntlet, that it was time to engage in some creative damage control (cry a little). What I do believe however is that standup comedians as well hecklers, tits or no tits, seriously need to grow a pair.
Also, if you haven't had the chance to acquaint yourself with the instagram account Makthavarna I urge you to do so. Never before have the words “cry me a river” seemed so fitting.
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