I understand why some are angry I only speak this way now.
About Islamism.
That I didn't see it before. And that I - like so many others - helped support the development that today weakens our culture, our freedom and our cohesion.
What many may not know, because they haven't followed the page these last 10 years, is that I've also experienced the same thing they have -
Standing with an unpopular position and feeling how the glances change. Being the one who suddenly sees something most people around you won't or dare not see. Sitting in a room and feeling the silence when you say something that goes against the established truth. Being labelled as difficult, extreme - yes, sometimes perhaps even as an enemy - merely because you say what you believe is true.
I know that mixture of loneliness, doubt and defiance that comes when you discover you no longer fit into the community you've always been part of.
And I know what it risks doing to a person to stand in headwinds long enough - the voice becomes harder, the patience shorter, the faith that others can wake up, less. I understand well that one can feel those who only see it now should have seen it many years ago.
But I wasn't just blind - I also held the blindfold over my own eyes. Because it felt better to be part of the good company than to risk being shamed. I said what I knew one could say. I believed it was moral. I believed it was loving. But in reality it was just convenient. That's the full truth.
And that's how many still act today.
But the other side of the truth is that I also first had to discover something I hadn't seen before, before the blindfold fell from my eyes -
A love for something greater than myself - greater than my own wellbeing, my self-image, identity and the feeling of being "a good person".
And until I found that love, I saw - like so many others - the resistance to what's happening as something only driven by fear, anger and hate... Because that's how it was always portrayed.
But when the love for what we come from - for truth, for freedom, for our culture and faith - first landed in the heart, everything changed. And I suddenly understood that the struggle isn't primarily about being against someone or something, but about protecting, preserving and passing on something beautiful, true and life-giving.
Most of us had unfortunately been easily programmed 'not to see'.
We grew up with a cultural Marxist filter laid over everything - in the media, in pop culture, in schools, in institutions. A filter that among other things taught us that all criticism of mass immigration, Islam and globalism was racism. A filter that made us blind to the patterns that are now obvious.
We had a spiritual and cultural blindfold placed over our eyes - and therefore an invisible grip on our tongue.
And I won't use it as an excuse - but it's the explanation for why so many refused to see for so long.
That brings us to today - where I see a repeated mistake being made by those who experience the same kind of love for Denmark that I myself woke up in -
Pushing away everyone who didn't wake up as early as they did. Despising others because they only see it now.
It's a bit like being cowboys, surrounded by Indians, being outnumbered and ON THE WAY to losing - and when the cavalry finally comes, shouting - "Fuck the cavalry - You're too late. We've lost!"
But we haven't lost.
Try from your side - even though you've experienced it as blindingly clear - to understand and acknowledge that awakening takes time for people. Especially when the hypnosis has been as heavy and as effective as the one we've lived under.
But it comes - and it comes overnight, especially when it's been long underway.
Therefore the task is crystal clear - what we're in is primarily a spiritual and cultural struggle. And therefore the most important tool is the same as it's always been - to awaken as many as possible - by creating connection, recognition and trust.
To use the same means that have been used against us - words, images, stories, sound, video.
And I understand well that my appearance can arouse mistrust. That some think - "Where did he come from - he looks like someone from the other camp?"
But you must ask yourself - where on earth should I come from otherwise? And even broader. Where should all the others come from - all those who turn the tide, those you've been waiting for - if not from there?
There are no other places to come from, once one has discovered the love for this place on earth - and this has converted one's positions.
If one wants to harvest - then one cannot curse the earth, the rain, the sun, the wind, the seed and the seasons. One must work with what one has - the only thing one has - and get the best out of it.
And this, friends, is what we have -
A country that has slept too long.
A population that has been hypnotized by a political and cultural farce that ran - yes, and still runs, around the clock.
A reality where everything that resembled resistance was called hate, racism or extremism - and where most who sensed something was off either let themselves be frightened into silence or didn't dare believe in themselves, because the narrative around us told us we were "terrible people" if we thought anything other than the Woman on Television. Or the Bicycle-Helmet Man in the Party.
We can sit and grumble that the awakening didn't happen 30 years ago.
We can point fingers at all those who only see coherently now.
We can shout "tooo little, tooo late" - but what does it help when the roots are already rotting, and we need as many as possible to nourish and protect the tree before it falls?
When you're surrounded, every extra heart with fire in it counts. When you're outnumbered, every person who switches sides matters. And when you're fighting for your culture and your freedom, it's direct idiocy to push people away because they only woke up now.
And yes, as everyone knows - I was in the other camp. That's precisely why I know how it thinks, what it fears, and what it takes to awaken and move people out of it.
I know I can speak to those still sleeping - in their language. And each time one of them wakes, as I did, Denmark becomes stronger.
I'm not without fault. And I'm not the one who's been there from the start. But I'm here now - with open eyes, with a heart that loves what we come from, and with the will to fight for it, until the last day I draw breath.
If we can meet there - from where we are - then I know we can still win.
Not for my sake. Not for yours. But for everything we love, and for those who will come after us.
So we can either pretend the struggle is about being the one who saw it first - or we can win it.
But we can't do both.
Choose.
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Good weekend and continued good summer, friends. ❤️
And no, I probably won't be in a suit anytime soon - my purpose on this place is different from the political.
But that doesn't mean I can't get involved a bit - and deliver ammunition to those of you who need that kind for your communication.
