Førjuleevangeliet: It came to pass in those days, thereupon when the culture Skei Grande stood on the roof in Grubbegata with a wreath of candles on her head and sang Lucia, and this for Our Country without tipping Daily. Arne Strand & Mode Steinkjer had to make way for Jesus. Again.
It came to pass in those days when the world’s best party for sutrekopper and the State Rates for expense reports, the progress party, are again victims in their own eyes, now because of a play. Snufs. We teeth gubbelys and much resentment. Bad teaterfolk. We need a new teleprompter.
It came to pass in the hundeguttdager when Performing was set in a norskbygd sleigh and swept back to the north Pole together with the runaway lovers from the deepest well of pissere. It came to pass in the days when we saw ourselves in the mirror and said your politically correct bitch of a fake news media main stream communist love of a islamlover and naive fool, the ass. Be as brown as the others out there!!! Now! Become a member of the you out on the social galger and media. Be, be cheerful. It came to pass in the days when it must be allowed to say fuck U (low) to both him and not at least her and we have not forgotten you. No, we haven’t. On the day of judgment you will be prosecuted.
It came to pass in the days when we got a deserved and real kilevink from the Congo via peace prize laureate, dr Denis Mukwege, highly deserved. We who live in our little bubble that some el-car-idiots, with rekkeviddeangst and that allows us to deceive, but what say you guys who write user manuals on our lives now when They? Take Mukwege completely wrong? Can we not listen to him? Shame you and us. Again and again.
It happened in the old days when Rosenborg let out a trenersøknad on Find.it goes like no. It came to pass in the days when Trump reached his hands up and confessed everything (in particular). It happened in the british days when the man who ran away with his tail between his legs like a cowardly dog from Baskerville, Tory-Boris, got the message that you will never be prime minister. Forget it.
It came to pass in those weird days when santa claus is of course going to ask if there is any kind children here? It came to pass in the days when we all want friends and acquaintances, the ones with the heart on the right side, a good førjul with a frostrose of a akevittklem.
It came to pass in the metaphorical days when the lyrical maestro from the ocean beyond the next beacon, Kolbein Falkeid, soon rounds of 85 and you can read about it in the Newspaper Wednesday – the authors ‘ newspaper still.
It came to pass in the finest days when the american translation of the At Øyehaugs “Wait, blink” (Wait, Blink, translated by Kari Dickson) is on the journal World Literature today’s list of 75 Notable Translations of 2018. On the list otherwise people like Haruki Murakami, Dubravka Ugrešić, Alehandra Pizarnik, Yoko Tawada, and Olga Tokarczuk.
It came to pass in those days thereupon when Petter Northug let up and we was left with goose bumps, tears and thank you for almost everything you did. It happened the Friday when we let sorrow heavy blanket over an old friend and colleague, the peace of the memory.
One minute of new snow for you.
