Brain Hemorrhage Day 6

Press play! I discovered Peps Persson in my uncle Göran’s house. I bought the collection CD on the way home. This was one of my favourite songs, criticizing modern addiction to “High standard? What the

Press play!

I discovered Peps Persson in my uncle Göran’s house. I bought the collection CD on the way home. This was one of my favourite songs, criticizing modern addiction to “High standard? What the fuck is high standard?” If you look at GDP/capita for example, we’re twice as rich now than 40 years ago, in fixed prices. Are we twice as happy? I met him once actually, in Stockholm. I was 13 and campaigning for the Social Democrat party, and I gave him a political pin that he put on his chest. It was before I discovered what’s wrong with the Soc Dem redistribution.

Funny thing is that my dad once told about when he played chess with my uncle Rickard. They listened to Peps and talked about him and one of them was like “shit, is he still alive?”. Rickard died in 1988 and dad in 2005. Here is Peps at a concert in 2014:

I’m more like Peps here. From today, it got better. Here I am, sleeping and dreaming all relaxed.

You have got another drainage, and a pressure gauge in your head called BOLT which measures the temperature in your brain and the kgf pressure ->

and a microdialysis probe that measures the micro circulation inside the brain. We can measure many things with it. And another pressure gauge called PBt02 which shows the oxygenation of the brain. We have washed your clothes and changed your sheets. Your mom and sister have been here with you. Working: Ann, Vivi, Jennifer, Fanny.


What is a high standard? Maybe a BOLT pressure gauge and a microdialysis probe? I love it. There are situations when you have to question your high living standards though. There can sometimes be a conflict between living standards and democracy for example. The only Hongkongers I met on this trip hated the mainland Communist party, to the point that they paid more to go to Antarctica to not see the Communist flag everywhere. (Paying more for the same = lower standard for the same money.) They wouldn’t even speak Mandarin to me.

I love Mandarin. I love Chinese people. I love the country, the food, the Great Wall, the fast trains, the gritty streets of central Xiamen etc. That’s why I also hate the Communist Party. How they put people in jail for just speaking what they think. Such as the Swedish publisher Gui Minhai. I hate how they have put millions of Uighurs into concentration camps and force-marries their wives. Not to mention all the coal power plants they build; Beijing is drowning Shanghai, the lovely place where the old meets the new in an endless city.

I hate Donald Trump as well, and the more I love USA, the more I hate him. But we have an election in November when he can be removed. In China they have no elections. So what you, yes you, need to do is to boycott Chinese products. Tell your friends, especially any Chinese friends, that you’ll throw your money at the country again once it’s democratic, like the ethnically Chinese Taiwan. And that might hurt your living standards since Chinese products are so cheap. But listen to the Peps song again. What is a high standard?

Anyway, here am I at the Chinese base of Antarctica, 19 months after the accident. 80% of people in Hong Kong voted for pro-democracy parties last year. They want to live in freedom! Just like you and me. So please, boycott Chinese products. And throw the MTR out of the Stockholm subway! I might even vote for the Left Party in Stockholm county next time, to kick them out. Despite the low standard that might give me 😉

30% of Oatly’s profits go to the Chinese Communist Party. So you imprison a fraction of an Uighur for every box you buy. There are cheaper oat drinks!

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