@jensunmack Da Agger smuttede til Liverpool, tog det en drejning. Det var ham, der styrede det for mig (Mølby i gamle dage).
I dag har klubben sat sig fast.
Jeg går ikke grædende i seng ved nederlag, men jeg kan mærke, hvor følelserne ligger henne.
I dag var ikke en god dag..
@jensunmack Som en, der har været fast gæst i den vestlige del af hovedstaden, er der forståelse for den nuværende frustration.
Jeg har aldrig haft et hold i England, som for alvor har fået følelserne på spil. Jeg var lidt pjattet med Schmeichel-æraen med Giggs, Becham med venner.
@mrconfino@PerClausen3 Jotam, det gør mig sgu en smule trist, at dit menneskesyn er så forplumret af, at alt hvad Israel gør, er retfærdiggjort af en eller anden årsag. 40.000 mennesker er blevet dræbt, men undskyldningen synes at være “but what about Hamas”? Vi har ulovlige bosættelser,
DANSK STADIONSERVICE 📣
På søndag tager vi imod Sønderjyske på Lyngby Stadion, og vores gæster er altså ikke altid lige nemme at forstå 😵💫
Vi har derfor kaldt forstærkning ind til at fortælle om nogle af de mange gode ting, der kommer til at foregå på Lyngby Stadion på søndag 👏
Vi glæd os te å se jer på sønda, Sønderjysk' 💙
#SammenForLyngby
Her 30 år efter, går det op for mig, at GNR ikke synger om nattetoget men natteregnen. Det blev åbenbaret for mig, da jeg forgæves søgte på Nighttrain på musiktjenesterne. Så blev jeg en sjat klogere 🫢.
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@MBrgger Mads, som du kan se, er der virkelig overload af trolde fo tiden. Igen drejer det sig ikke om uenighed, men evnen til at formulere et svar med afsæt i virkeligheden…
@JesperTheilgard @stentoft01 @AndersVistisen Jeg synes, at kommentarsporet understreger din pointe. Det er ikke spørgsmål om uenighed, men mere evnen til at argumentere uden at være en ubehagelig trold..
A British writer penned the best description of Donald Trump I’ve ever read:
“Why do some British people not like Donald Trump?”
A few things spring to mind. Trump lacks certain qualities which the British traditionally esteem. For instance, he has no class, no charm, no coolness, no credibility, no compassion, no wit, no warmth, no wisdom, no subtlety, no sensitivity, no self-awareness, no humility, no honour and no grace – all qualities, funnily enough, with which his predecessor Mr. Obama was generously blessed. So for us, the stark contrast does rather throw Trump’s limitations into embarrassingly sharp relief.
Plus, we like a laugh. And while Trump may be laughable, he has never once said anything wry, witty or even faintly amusing – not once, ever. I don’t say that rhetorically, I mean it quite literally: not once, not ever. And that fact is particularly disturbing to the British sensibility – for us, to lack humour is almost inhuman. But with Trump, it’s a fact. He doesn’t even seem to understand what a joke is – his idea of a joke is a crass comment, an illiterate insult, a casual act of cruelty.
Trump is a troll. And like all trolls, he is never funny and he never laughs; he only crows or jeers. And scarily, he doesn’t just talk in crude, witless insults – he actually thinks in them. His mind is a simple bot-like algorithm of petty prejudices and knee-jerk nastiness.
There is never any under-layer of irony, complexity, nuance or depth. It’s all surface. Some Americans might see this as refreshingly upfront. Well, we don’t. We see it as having no inner world, no soul. And in Britain we traditionally side with David, not Goliath. All our heroes are plucky underdogs: Robin Hood, Dick Whittington, Oliver Twist. Trump is neither plucky, nor an underdog. He is the exact opposite of that. He’s not even a spoiled rich-boy, or a greedy fat-cat. He’s more a fat white slug. A Jabba the Hutt of privilege.
And worse, he is that most unforgivable of all things to the British: a bully. That is, except when he is among bullies; then he suddenly transforms into a snivelling sidekick instead. There are unspoken rules to this stuff – the Queensberry rules of basic decency – and he breaks them all. He punches downwards – which a gentleman should, would, could never do – and every blow he aims is below the belt. He particularly likes to kick the vulnerable or voiceless – and he kicks them when they are down.
So the fact that a significant minority – perhaps a third – of Americans look at what he does, listen to what he says, and then think ‘Yeah, he seems like my kind of guy’ is a matter of some confusion and no little distress to British people, given that:
• Americans are supposed to be nicer than us, and mostly are.
• You don’t need a particularly keen eye for detail to spot a few flaws in the man.
This last point is what especially confuses and dismays British people, and many other people too; his faults seem pretty bloody hard to miss. After all, it’s impossible to read a single tweet, or hear him speak a sentence or two, without staring deep into the abyss. He turns being artless into an art form; he is a Picasso of pettiness; a Shakespeare of shit. His faults are fractal: even his flaws have flaws, and so on ad infinitum. God knows there have always been stupid people in the world, and plenty of nasty people too. But rarely has stupidity been so nasty, or nastiness so stupid. He makes Nixon look trustworthy and George W look smart. In fact, if Frankenstein decided to make a monster assembled entirely from human flaws – he would make a Trump.
And a remorseful Doctor Frankenstein would clutch out big clumpfuls of hair and scream in anguish: ‘My God… what… have… I… created?' If being a twat was a TV show, Trump would be the boxed set.”
-Nate White
@BjarkeCharlie Bjarke, jeg forstår simpelthen ikke dit tweet?
Jeg er sguda pisseligeglad med, hvad mennesker identificerer sig som. Er det ikke en ok holdning at ville afholde sig fra usportslige konsekvenser, når vi snakker om elitesport, hvor det giver en fysisk fordel at være født som mand?