Happy Birthday, Guyke!

 

Happy birthday, Guyke, I hope you have a wonderful day in RL!

Love you!
Hugs and kisses

Happy Birthday, Mr. President!

Today is the 50th birthday of Barack Obama, the president of the United States of America.

I would like to start with wishing you a very happy birthday, Mr. President, and may you have many, many more!

Then I would like to stick my neck out - and prepare to get it chopped off - as I am now going to comment on conditions in a country of which I am not a citizen.

My excuse for doing this is firstly that I am Swedish, we have always been great at telling everyone else how they should run their countries. I will flatly admit that Sweden has taken some steps along the American highway, but luckily we haven't gone as far down the path yet. We have politicians here also with an overconfidence in the markets ability to solve problems in an acceptable way.

Secondly it is that I am totally flabbergasted when I hear that everyone is disappointed with Obama´s policies, the poor, the African Americans, the elderly, the sick, the gays and the workers, the trade unions and so on ad infinitum. Obama has not done enough it is said, he has not spoken out for this or for that position and he hasn't fulfilled the promises he made when he was running for president.

Thirdly it is that I, my countrymen, all Europeans and the whole world economy is dependent on the American state and it´s economy functioning well. From afar I must say that the only thing that seems to run effectively is the American military and the pornographic industry.

Politics is the art of the possible, ladies and gentlemen, and I must remind you that the Americans voted a majority of Republicans into Congress two years after Obama´s election, thus effectively making him a "lame duck". We have all seen and heard the Republican party of the U.S. reviling and constantly working again him. Most recently in the budget-crisis where they effectively held a loaded gun to the presidents head while pushing him against the wall. In fact it was not only Obama and the Democratic party of the U.S. standing there, it was the whole world economy and we all watched in awe to see how far they would push it. The whole world is dependent on the American economy

It is extremely strange to acquire some small insights into how the American political system works or doesn't work. For a Scandinavian and European there seems to be a "Friedmanesque" overconfidence in "the (holy) market" and "less government" solving all problems.

In my mind every civilized country - and especially the richest, most talented country in the world should at least take care of its poor, its sick, its young and its elderly. It is not possible to ask the market to take care of this without government regulation and without setting acceptable standards of what society wishes the market to achieve.

I wish you a wonderful day, Mr. President, you have your work cut out for you tomorrow and in the foreseeable future. I also hope you get four more years as president, because in my mind - and I think in most Europeans - you are the best thing that happened to American politics for a long time. And for the world.

Looking at the alternatives that are proclaiming themselves as candidates for the presidency in 2012 I get terrified.

Yes you can, Mr. President!

(P.S. I may delete most of this post because on second thought I do not think the ramblings of a gay, middle aged Swede will be to any benefit for Obama, it´s just me venting...)

Welcome Back, Milli!

Photo courtesy of Millimina Salamander

She is finally back home again after her looooooooooooooong vacation.I cannot even start to tell you how happy I was when I saw my little sister had posted on her blog and even sent me an e-mail.

I have missed you so much, Millimina, you wouldn't believe it! Hope to catch in SecondLife soon, love you always!

My BIL and I

Andrey´s comment when he saw me was, "Well I am happy we do not have smell in SL yet!"

When I logged into my alternate life yesterday I was still in my goldfish outfit from the previous evening. Before I had time to rez properly and even start to think about changing to something more comfortable I had my Brazilian brother in-law (BIL) screaming out his undying love for me in instant message.

I of course responded in the same fashion, I always do. Andrey is a warm and caring man with a heart of the purest gold, not to mention a real Brazilian hunk who has heads spinning all over SecondLife whenever he shows up.

As we hadn't met for a little while I teleported him over for a hug and a little heart-to-heart talk so we could get updated. We talked about life, love and Russian hurricanes and everything in between. I always enjoy being with Andrey.

We have been so close and share so many memories together - about Ars and our whole SecondLife existence - that even if we haven't seen each other for a little while we immediately reconnect on the deepest level.

Thinking about our talk yesterday I was reminded of this American saying that I stumbled across somewhere a long time ago; If life hands you lemons, throw them back and yell “I WANTED CHOCOLATE!”.

All Time High

July 2011 was a record breaking month for "Bock in SecondLife" with a total of 12 477 page views. The previous record was set in January 2011 with 10 041 page views.

Countries share for July 2011

As evidenced above I owe huge gratitude to Kicki Springflower for "the Egyptian invasion" which I have mentioned in an earlier post (url).

I would like to thank all my readers - old and new - for your continued support!

"I Was Robed!", says Laird

The innocent laird trying to avoid looking at Ms. Elise

The Much Honored Bock McMillan, laird of Southern Comfort and prince of Cascade falls, visited a club in Swedish SecondLife yesterday.

"I was in search of some light entertainment and relaxation so when I saw that OrmDricka (a Swedish club run by Mrs. Vampi Twine-DeSantis and a big cat, bloggers note), was having an "Under the Sea"-theme I thought it might be fun. I had just the right skin for it, I just needed to get some fins that I had seen previously at "Fallen Gods", the laird begins his recount of his ordeals the evening before.

The laird continues, "When I had finished dressing up for the occasion I looked absolutely stunning, even if I say so myself, I even thought that I was sure to win this contest. Those hopes all left me when I arrived at the venue. I was a bit late in arriving so the party had been going on awhile, but the men - all straight of course - in the place were already glassy-eyed and panting deeply. I was totally shocked and dismayed by what I saw. As everyone knows well I am not easily flustered, I earned the reputation of being the most most patient man in SecondLife after all."

Mrs, Vampi Twine-DeSantis, proprietor of the establishment

"The women were flaunting their boobs everywhere, not a single brassiere in sight. The boobs were bouncing, flopping and jittering all over the place!", the laird tells us with the grievous pain showing in his green glittering eyes and on beautiful face, "I have never seen anything like it before, the women must have maxed out on the physics on their bosoms. I didn't know where to look, it was so nauseating you cannot imagine. I am still traumatized. The straight men in the place just couldn't look at anything else, they were like zombies, hypnotized and completely enthralled."

Mr. Aake Roffo loses his footing while staring at Ms. Blanche´s assests

"Bouncing boobs, heterosexuality and the introduction of physics in SecondLife robed me of a sure victory", the laird concludes while a most perfect tear slowly rolls down his cheek.

It is reported to this blog that the laird is currently undergoing therapy for PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder). The McMillan household is hoping for a speedy recovery. The contest was reportedly won by Ms. Blanche Argus with Ms. Jazmine Cazalet as runner up. The laird came in third place.

Elevator Dream

During my midday nap today I had the strangest dream.

I dreamed I stepped into the elevator in the building I live in in real life and pressed "4" as usual, as I live on the fourth floor. Instead of going to the fourth floor the elevator took me to "9½" (there are only five floors in this building), from there it went downwards to the basement and then up again to the ground floor.

At the ground floor the door of the elevator mysteriously opened and the inner casing of the elevator had somehow been hitched to a very long rope. The casing with me inside was then pulled out of the building and into a park outside where we went all around the park before coming to a standstill. It was at this point I saw that the casing had been docked to a vehicle that was driven by two janitorial looking men in blue coveralls.

They saw me climbing out of the casing but didn't give a damn and just proceed to walk into their office. I was angry as hell and followed them into the office and started arguing with them without success. They still couldn't - or wouldn't - admit that they had endangered my life. They just kept looking at me and then at one another shaking their heads in amazement over my angry rantings.

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Then I woke up and was furious until I started laughing at myself.

So are there any professional, semi-professional or amateur psychoanalysts out there who would care to explain to me what the hell this dream meant?