Nicklas Nilsson förklarar skillnaden mellan höger och vänstermänniskor i klockren text på Facebook:
"Om en högerpolitisk person är bög, så är han det, och bryr sig inte om vad andra tycker.
Om en vänster är bög, så kräver han lagändringar, protesterar mot allt och alla, och gör det till en politisk kamp.
Om en höger är vegan, så äter han helt enkelt inte kött.
Om en vänster är vegan, så vill han förbjuda kött, stoppa matproduktionen och protestera utanför bondgårdar och hönsfarmer.
Om en höger inte gillar vapen, så köper han inga.
Om en vänster inte gillar vapen, så försöker han förbjuda dem, hindra alla andra från att äga ett, och hatar dem som har.
Om en höger oroar sig för klimatet, så flyger han mindre, kör elbil om det passar honom och sorterar sitt avfall.
Om en vänster oroar sig för klimatet, så vill han förbjuda fossilbilar, flygresor och kött för alla andra, protestera utanför fabriker och kräva att staten tvingar fram förändringen.
Om en höger vill ge sina barn en bra skolgång, så flyttar han till ett område med bra skolor, eller väljer en privatskola eller engagerar sig själv.
Om en vänster vill ge sina barn en bra skolgång, så kräver han mer skattepengar från alla, lika resultat för alla, förbud mot friskolor och protesterar mot varje skillnad.
Om en höger klagar på sitt jobb eller arbetsplats.. det gör han det inte. Han byter jobb eller startar ett eget företag.
Om en vänster klagar på sitt jobb – så är det chefen, företaget eller kollegorna det är fel på. Han kräver kollektivavtal, strejk, förändringar för hela orten och protesterar mot företaget så att det ska passa honom.
Om en höger är missnöjd med sin bostad eller hyra, så flyttar han, renoverar eller köper något annat.
Om en vänster är missnöjd med sin bostad eller hyra, så kräver han hyresstopp, mer bidrag, regleringar för alla och protesterar mot hyresvärdar och politiker.
Om en höger misslyckas med en affär eller en investering som går snett, så reser han sig upp, dammar av sig och försöker igen imorgon.
Om en vänster har slut på pengar den 24:e, så skyller han på att de rika har för mycket och måste bidra mer, skyller på att lotterivinsten inte gick hem förra veckan och muttrar att han har så himla otur.
Om en höger ser det här – så skickar han det till några kompisar för ett gott skratt.
Om en vänster ser det här – så försöker han argumentera emot, få det bortplockat och radera mig från Facebook."
Hello Amerix,
I have a brother who has had back pain.
He went to Webuye level 4 hospital for an X-ray and treatment.
He also took laboratory tests, and all laboratory test results were negative. He was walking and conversing normally.
Thereafter he was injected and he died immediately at the facility.
They called the police on his wife and another brother who detained them as they rushed the dead body immediately to the mortuary.
Immediately they started operating on the dead body pumping out blood. My other brother called other people and on reaching the facility, the police were forced to release them as the crowd grew bigger.
They rushed to the mortuary and the medics who were operating the dead body ran away but he managed to record and capture the face of one. They did all this in a span of 2 hours from injection to operating on the body without the family's consent.
This happened on Tuesday and the hospital to date has refused to surrender the medical records to the family. We tried going to the police and the police demanded that without the medical records, they couldn't do anything.
It's like the police are on the side of the hospital. The mortuary had refused to release the body until today. They even refused to stop the body in the fridge and it was just left outside.
There's no justice in this country, the system is corrupt everywhere. We are crying as a family not knowing what to do.
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He is your Dad, he is sixty, and on the board of a few companies. He parks a guzzler outside your home. His phone rings often. When it’s work, he shouts into it; other times, he looks at it and says, “Who is this disturbing me in the morning?” Later, when he’s at Nairobi GTC for his meeting, he will call the disturbance, and a sweet voice will be on the other end complaining that he never picks her calls, and maybe he will Mpesa her fifty thousand bob to shut her up.
The sweet voice might be your age mate. Hell! She might be your classmate. She’s stunning. You hit on her, but you know she’s out of your league; what with the jewelry, trendy clothes, and the Volkswagen Tiguan she drives, but you still shoot your shot because what is a man without an ego?
He has rented her an apartment in Adams, or Yaya. Somewhere people will readily pass for official business. Most of the time, she misses morning classes, and you sign the attendance on her behalf. Those very mornings that your dad claims he has an early meeting and skips your mom’s cooking.
The sweet voice comes to class in the afternoon, and in an effort to start a conversation, you start telling her that you signed the class attendance for her. She doesn’t know what it is but you resemble someone she knows, and that’s how you end up talking, and that’s how you end up in Adams watching her 65-inch Samsung curve, wondering if her father is the prince of Swaziland.
Drinks are drained, clothes fall off, and you spend the night. Her phone rings in the morning. “Not this morning, we have a cat,” she says, and you wonder what the cat is about, or is it the one you did last night? You tell her you need to get going, and she offers to drop you off, partly because she’s afraid Mzee might drop by like he usually does.
You get home, and your mom is the one who opens the gate. “Ulilala wapi wewe,” she barks. “And who is this?” She’s smiling now after she sees her. “Come in and have tea,” she demands. You follow her as you wonder why the color has drained from the sweet voice’s face. You look around and see your Dad's guzzler still parked in the compound and wonder what he will make of your new friend.
Early in the morning tume board na PSV ma3 kuelekea jijini Nairobi
Kila mtu ako na shughuli zake, wa kuenda shule, wa kuenda kazi, wa kuendea stock ama hosi ama ziara.
There's a random mum hapa who's on a call in a mother tongue yenye hatuelewi but kuna one guy here who seems to hear everything na anamhurumia.
Time ya kusanya fare, anajieleza anaambia Konda ako na only 200 , fare ni 300 morning na hata atatuma 100+100 na anaeza shukia hata mlolongo atembee remaining distance juu hana otherwise.
Konda seems hard anasema ashuke tu hyo space apee mwingine.
Then this guy asks konda total fare ni ngapi, jamaa saya ni ksh 4,200 jamaa anatoa 5k cash anampea and says amelipia kila mtu.
Kufika athi river kuna bois hapa ana suggest kama ulikuwa umejipanga kulipa hyo 300 na uko na uwezo wa kutoa bila kifinyika, please sent it to that lady.
And surprisingly kila mtu ametuma na that mum has na 4k to sort out her issues.
Seems ako na watoto wawili mama Lucy, na bado mzee ako city Mortuary, they got in an accident yesterday na ni very poor.
Funny thing ni dere amekuwa emotional akaambia conductor atoe tu 2k ya mafuta apee huyo madam za juu alipange nayo.
I am very happy and emotional mehn. Good people still exist with humanity everywhere.
God bless
Good morning 🌄
20k retweets plus 1000 compliments for me under this thread and I give this random guy 1million.
You can talk about how handsome rich sexy and funny I am.
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Luis, I don’t know you - let’s see if your fellow man wants your life to change.