When I was in kindergarten, I was kind of ok popular. Not super popular. But ok.
In school it was the same. In high school too. Nobody carried me around on their shoulders, but there was always someone to eat lunch with.
Then I started working, and it went easily with colleagues. Not because I was super popular, but well enough. People liked me. And they could usually sense that I liked them.
When I became self-employed, it went the same way with customers. Not super popular, but well enough that I could live well off it for many years. I liked them, they liked me, and the bills got paid.
Then at some point I started writing my thoughts down on Facebook. And because I had a tendency to write something that lay a bit outside what you could read in the paper that same morning, about Trump, about the climate, about the thing with the confusingly many genders, about faith and culture and what happens when you mix it all together and afterwards don't want to talk about it, I naturally didn't become super popular from that. But many could still like me. And most could see that I had both thought it through and it didn't come from an evil place.
Even the covid period I got through. And there I wrote pretty much everything you weren't allowed to write. That definitely didn't make me super popular, but still ok popular. Some wrote that they deeply disagreed. But most wrote anyway that they liked me anyway.
All the way through, through an entire life, essentially not a single genuinely nasty word sent in my direction.
Until I wrote that maybe it wasn't such a good idea to awaken the old Jew-hatred to life again. In Europe. And in the world.
There the world finally figured out what I really am.
Namely an infamous, malicious, disgusting, mega-ugly, paid whore of a child-murdering, genocide-sympathizing Satanist.
And my wife is worse.
Damn.
Fifty-two years I managed to keep it hidden, and then the whole house of cards collapses over a single misstep.
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