You've been bought and sold, for Serbian gold

Day 835, 09:04 • Published in Denmark Sweden • by Grev Per

I don't personally believe I need to explain anyone the current situation. But I will anyways because its fun. For the past 4 months a group of Serbians has attempted to PTO Denmark, the last election they finally won. One hour after the election the Socialist leader, Nero announced that he talked to the Serbs, and he got them to give him everything he wanted in exchange for nothing.

The Danes of course, realized that that's f'ing ridiculous. So the current situation as is, is that we've been betrayed by the socialists and made into a Serbian puppet state, in order to further a lame socialists' political plans for development in a wrong and lame direction.

To add insult to injury they've been printing money, and emptying it into foreign organizations, most recently a large amount of DKK has been given to a Serbian organization located in Hungary. I don't really know why they'd need any DKK, but if its not painfully obvious by now, the current government has no attachment, feeling or heart for eDenmark or anything Danish in general. In fact the only things they seem to care about is that Serbia is never criticized, and that they have a chance to institute the 5 Year Plan of Boring.

If you'd like to learn more about Marxism-Lameism, read my previous article, First Impressions are Best Impressions

Anyways I thought I'd leave you with a song I've written about eDenmark and her socialist feltmaddrasser, and the eSerb imperialists.

Og for de indforståede, det her oprindelig var en sang skrevet da Skotland blev solgt ud til england. Syntes det var lidt passende. Også fordi jeg tror nero havde en sang i en af hans artikler. Den var selvfølgelig socialistiske og ræverødt, det synes jeg skulle lige var ironisk nok til den her. 😛

Parcel of Rogues

Farewell to your Danish fame
Farewell to your ancient glory
Farewell even to your Danish name
So famed in martial story

Øresund runs over amagerstrand
to Roskilde by the ocean
to mark where
Serbia's province stands
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation
What force or guile could not subdue
Through many warlike ages
Is rocked now by the coward few
For hireling traitor's wages
The Serbian steel we could disdain
Secure in valor's station

But socialist lies has been our bane
Such a parcel o' rogues in a nation
O would or I had seen the day
That treason thus would sell us
My old grey hide had lain in clay
Wi' Skinke and loyal Pho3nix
But pith and power till my last hour

I'll make this declaration
We are bought and sold for Serbian gold
Such a parcel o' rogues in a nation