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DENMARK!

[youtube]http://youtube.com/watch?v=yI9KKAXQ_0U&my=1[/youtube] Citizens I greet you as a free man once again. Two times have I been held in prison by the Swedes, and two times have I been released. Never before have I seen so many supporters line along side the helicopter saluting simultaneously. Well let me say, I salute you too!

As a prisoner I told them NOTHING. They say that the will makes the man. Well the man also makes the will. No cruel method of torture was able to extract a single relevant bit of evidence. And the torture was cruel. You might have noticed my limp, well let me just say one thing about that. The inside of your knee cap after it's been shattered is very reminiscent of a Jacques Crusteau film. Coral reefs and all.

Before the interrogation session however I must say that my treatment was quite well. There is a lot to be said for the savage swede. Why I would even use the term Noble Savage. I am in the firm believe that they only tortured me out of duty. Torture is however a despicable act when it's committed by a subhuman to a human, but as I said, I do believe it was on their life that they did it.

I met a fearful man in my imprisonment. Let me set the scene for you.

After I was captured while saving the lives of my trusted comrades Skinke and Rune Johannsen, I suffered several minor injuries. A bullet had grazed my abdomen. An excruciatingly painful experience, but a superficial one none the left. And one of the Swedish Shock troops had stabbed me, luckily he missed several vital organs as he only managed to hit my hip before I knocked him unconscious. At that moment I was placed under arrest and set in a Swedish military hospital. They tended my wounds, I don't know why since they were preparing to torture me, but it was a pleasant experience nonetheless.

At one point after dozing in and out of heroin induced unconsciousness (for the Swedish medicinal industry has not progressed very far compared to ours) a man entered with several body guards. He told me he was the Swedish President, Ziggyzag. His face was unshaven, his clothes were not clean, his hair unkempt. His manner rougher than that of most men. I knew that the only way to save myself was through greater acts of dignity. So I shrugged off the heroin induced sleepiness, not completely of course. I merely tried to act as though I wasn't affected. At that moment I stood up, I would not be the first person to bow in deference to another foreign leader. Such is the protocol in Denmark, but I would not be the first!

We stared eye to eye. I could see the rage building up behind the cold dead sapphires that make up this mans inner eye. Right before I could no longer take the strain of fighting off the drug induced weariness, right before my wounds involuntarily bowed me, he respectfully inclined his head in my direction. And with that I attempted a casual bow as I slipped back into the hospital bed. He and I had many things to talk about. You will surely hear of this later.

For now I am tired and must rest. This ordeal has been most unpleasant. Those butchers shattered my knee cap, but even worse, I saw the flaming ruins of Vore Frues Church as I was kidnapped. Never before have I shed tears in my adult life, but at that moment I wept for the sacrifices of Jesus on the cross. I wept for the prophet Daniel and the ruination of his homeland. Daniel was a man I now have a personal connection with. Ziggyzag, the writing is on the wall!

My dearest friends I saved, and my dearest friends returned the favor with their daring rescue. I highly recommend reading the tale of their heroics in the following links. But for now your President and Grev must rest.
[a url=http://www.erepublik.com/article-215632.html]My kidnapping as told by Chief Skinke of the HEMSTAPO[/a]
[a url=http://www.erepublik.com/article-218181.html]My Rescue BY Skinke[/a]

Now please join me in our freedom-song!
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Now Jesper Dear and did ya hear the news that's going round?
The Dannebrog is by law forbid to wave on Danish ground
They've declared the flag forbidden, that's just what they said
For they're hanging men and women for the flying of the red

I met with Holger Danske and he took me by the hand
He said how's dear old Copenhagen and how does she stand?
She's the most distresful city is just what I had truly said
for they're hanging men and women for the flying of the red

For the flying of the red, for the flying of the red
They're hanging men and women for the flying of the red

And since the color we must fly is Sweden's cruel blue
Sure Denmark's sons will never forget our blood's true hue
They may take the Dannebrog from it's true and majestic rightful pole
But on that pole and in our hearts is a mighty tragic hole

My father loved his country and sleeps within it's breast
While I that would have died for her must never so be blessed
And if I had been a traitor then no tears would we e'er shed
For it's no loss to us those who betrayed Dannebrog's red

For the flying of the red, for the flying of the red
They're hanging men and women for the flying of the red

And if at last our colors should be torn from Denmark's heart
Her sons with shame and sorrow would soon be torn apart
I faired a chance of our own land should it someday be free
we'll be rich and free and equal from sea to shining sea

Oh Denmark must we live here driven by a tyrants hand
We seek the day that Sweden will someday be undermanned
Where the cruel flag of Sweden from our land be shed
and in that land we'll someday see, the flying of the red

For the flying of the red, for the flying of the red
They're hanging men and women for the flying of the red
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