Thank you so much for all the birthday greetings yesterday. ❤
I was happy about every single one of them - the short ones, the long ones, the crooked ones, those from people I've never met, and those from people I've known my whole life.
They touch me every single year.
I want to say that first, before I tell you about the rest of the day.
Because of course there were also the official greetings.
Trump called as usual. Brief, as always - he's busy, you know - but he managed to say that I'm doing a tremendous job, maybe the best in Vendsyssel, and that nobody writes Facebook posts like me - "NOBODY, everybody says so!"
Then he hung up. That's how he is. A bit like a big enthusiastic child. I quite like that. It's better than a strict schoolmarm type anyway. That's probably just me.
But this year's surprise came from Netanyahu.
He had flown up here personally - landed in Sindal, black car with completely dark windows and everything - to present me with an extra bonus on top of the 7,000 dollars I receive daily for my posts, as everyone knows. He said that headquarters was particularly pleased with my work in North Jutland, and that they were considering expanding my district to also include Thy, if the numbers held through summer.
I took the opportunity to mention the dollar exchange rate issue. It's been hard on us hasbara folks in the provinces, and I've long wished to have the payment converted to kroner or bitcoins - or at least to have the fee at Sparekassen covered. I gave him the direct number for Jan, who's my bank advisor. He noted it down. So we'll see.
For those wondering about the math, 7,000 dollars a day comes to just over 16 million kroner a year. That sounds like a lot of money for a man who still mows his own lawn and shops at Brugsen. Especially when his wife receives the same amount. But that's how we are, us in the great machinery - discreet. That's the whole point.
I have, by the way, attempted to self-report the amount. The Tax Authority is, to my knowledge, the only institution in Denmark that refuses to believe the money exists.
The only thing that really mars the joy is the administrative side. Because according to the comment threads, I don't only receive from Jerusalem - there have also been those who've said I'm on the payroll of the Kremlin, Big Pharma and the CIA, depending on which post you ask under. Four employers warring with each other internally, all paying me to write exactly the same thing. I've suggested they coordinate it all in one consolidated monthly transfer, but apparently they don't talk to each other. That's what people forget about the deep state - the logistics.
And then of course there was the greeting from the Lodge. That is, as far as I can see, the only point where the comment threads have actually hit on something correct - I am a Freemason, I've never hidden that - so let me confirm it once again - there came a greeting from both the Worshipful Master and the brethren. It consisted of a piece of pretzel and a secret handshake. World domination must have been in a different envelope. But of course sent directly to me through the underground network of secret passages in canals that run beneath all of Denmark. Hamas are pure amateurs here... And it still missed. Damn it!
And that's actually what fascinates me most about the whole thing. Not the accusations themselves - they're too stupid to offend anyone - but the worldview they require.
That for some people it's easier to believe in a global payroll system with daily transfers to a man writing posts on social media during his holiday by the sea in Vendsyssel, than to believe in the far simpler thing - that a person can believe something. And write it. For free. Because he believes it.
The first requires a worldwide conspiracy.
The second just requires having tried it yourself.
Meaning, to believe something.
And I do. About everything.
😏😁🤓
Thanks for the greetings - I was wildly happy. And I had a great day. Got proper summer cottage burgers for dinner and rum balls with candles afterwards.
That's Life.
Now I'm 52.
And there's nothing any of you can do about it. Not a single one. Not even me. It is what it is.
We'll see what it brings. The year.
I think it'll be good.
I'm starting with a party Friday night right down to my knees with Krisztina. Because we only have one life to do it in.
Really good evening and weekend, friends.☀️❤
