What is wrong with Sweden?

Well, where does one start? It is a country that, despite popular international opinion, is almost exclusively inhabited by facists, communists, state flunkeys and hypocrites. The pseudo-communist culture has been so prevalent in recent Swedish history that there is little or no concept of personal responsibility left. People in the UK express fears of an impending nanny state, - well Sweden is a textbook example of such a scenario. Except in Sweden it isn't a scenario, it is a national identity. Forget the beautiful women (if you can - communist or not they're still hot), forget the amazing nature, forget the Nobel prize. On the surface Swedes may give off the image of being industrious, fair and open minded. As a rule, none of these qualities exist in reality in the kingdom of Sweden today. Everyone here is a racist, everyone here is narrow minded, but worst of all, everyone here are happy to have the state govern every aspect of their life. This archetypal, holier-than-thou image is so rotten, it makes Eva Braun's last days seem like a petty form of denial.

Crap lyrics

Just look at me and listen
I'm the man, the man, give you my hand
Come down with fire
Lift my spirit higher
I'm the man on the silver mountain
I'm the man on the silver mountain
I'm the night the light
The black and the white
The man on the silver mountain

Man on the silver mountain, by Rainbow

Boring colleagues part one

Gasp!

One of my colleagues must take the prize for most boring conversationalist of all time. Today he has been "entertaining" me on the topic of 5 1/2" floppy disks for almost 45 minutes. You know, about stuff like how the disks used to come unformatted ("as opposed to today, where media comes pre-formatted"), how many kilobytes the disk had available and how much of that you could actually use etc. What the fuck? No one has used those disk since 1989 or so, and no one cares.

Still, it is infinitely preferable to him talking about bus routes..
"I used to take the 43, which is actually called the 52 now, and then I would change in (insert random Swedish provincial shithole) and walk across the street and take the 26 or 27, can't remember which, although I think it was the 27, either way it is now called the 6B, and that would take me to work quite quickly, unless of course it was snowing badly, in which case I was better off taking the 400 all the way to (insert random Swedish provincial shithole) and then take the 88 for the final journey. 88 did I say? I mean the 88A, of course, silly me, the 88 doesn't stop at the bus stop I use, of course unless I need to go the park, but then I'd probably just take the 52 and then walk, unless I was bringing a picnic basket or something, but in that case I might just drive as well".

Yawn.