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Chickens Come Home To Roost In Sweden

The Bible says the wages of sin is death. Sweden is guilty of the gravest of all sins; Pride. And today, for the first time, the whole nation was made to pay.

I first learned about what had happened in Stockholm by accident, around 4 PM; I was out on a date, enjoying one of the first days of great spring weather in the park. A father walked by with his daughter (she was perhaps 4 years old). I overheard him explaining to her—in that cold, sociopathic manner only a Scandinavian is capable of—that a “terror attack” had taken place in the capital. It was sort of surreal to listen to, and in retrospect I'm not sure how much I even believed it. It reminded me too much of a scene from the British cult comedy The Inbetweeners, in which the show's protagonist is tasked with babysitting a boy and ends up (quite accidentally) making him believe his parents were killed by a made-up "dirty bomb" explosion in London. It seemed like a bad joke.

I apologise if I seem cold. The truth is, this is the first time I remember feeling anything about a terror attack; regardless of the death toll, they've always seemed so distant to me. I don't know if I'm just spectacularly sociopathic, or if other Swedes share my experience. But this time around, terror struck right at home. I don't live in Stockholm, but I've walked up and down the street where over a dozen people were run-over earlier today. Brutalised bodies, blood all over the pavement. For once I can imagine what it must have looked like, but at the same time I really don't want to. The more I think about it, the more it hits me: I could have been there. I could have born witness to the vicious attack, or worse; I could have been one of the victims.

Of course, thousands of innocent Swedes fall victims to multiculturalism every year. I could just as easily have been one of those. But it is far easier to turn a blind eye to gang rapes, brutal robberies, even murder. A huge truck running wild on one of the busiest streets in Stockholm is harder to ignore, try as one might. Jonas Gardell, media darling and SWPL homosexual, wrote in response to the attack that we “cannot let them take Stockholm from us”. But the attack proves that they already have. Perhaps in this act aimed towards our demoralisation, we can find salvation.

Maybe demoralisation is just what Sweden needs. For far too long, we have been excessively prideful. I say “we”, because I increasingly find it difficult to decide who exactly is to blame.

But the pride is beginning to wear off, and reality is setting in. There is a war brewing in Sweden. You can sense the growing tensions everywhere, online and offline. People are fed-up, and increasingly angry.

The wages of sin is death, but whose death will it be? Sweden's, or those who want it dead? The people will decide.

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