Ships in the harbor and birds on the bluff
Don't move an inch when their anchor goes up
And the difference with me is I'm falling in love
Stockholm, let me go home
And the night, so long
I used to pray for the daylight to come
Folks back home surely called off the search
And gone back to their own
~ Jason Isbell
Sweden. I googled songs about Sweden. (There aren't that many, which tells you something.) But I appreciate Jason Isbell, and so there was "Stockholm," and I thought, "Why not?"
Because I must pay homage to the Massacre in Sweden the other night. Now, I'm not sure in what city the massacre occurred, and my attempts at discerning this information fell short, but what the hell, if we're relying on alternative facts, it might as well be Stockholm, right? So let's just agree that the terrorist attack occurred in Stockholm. Are you all good with that? Because I can change it! Maybe it happened in Gothenburg? Uppsala? How about little Linkoping? Oh, hell, let's go with Stockholm. Sounds more likely, right?
Sweden has a long reputation for welcoming refugees and migrants; in 2015, there were 163,000 asylum applications. This is a good thing, right? No? Damn! I forgot about Sharia Law! I forgot about "no-go-zones." (And just let me warn you, if you want to google these things, be prepared to be bombarded with fake notices that your adobe flash drive needs updating. Yep. It's pretty easy these days to spot the suckers.)
I have never been to Sweden. But based on the response to the fake news that there was a terrorist incident in Sweden the other night, I just might want to put Sweden on my bucket list. "What has he been smoking?" asked the Swedes.
Good question.
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