Mencius Moldbugman

Fuck it. I mentioned bedsheets in Sweden already but I need to go back to them. Alongside washing machines it is the thing that most stands out from my stay in Sweden.

I said already that some hotels force you to fit the bedsheets yourself in some Janteloven attempt to bring you down to the cleaner’s level. Well it gets worse. Some places make you rent them rather than being included in the room price.

I asked why I had to do this and was told it was for "female safety". Also, do you know that fitted bedsheets do not exist in Sweden? Really, they don't. Instead you just have a "bed-size" sheet which you lay on top of the mattress which inevitably falls off during the night.

I repeat: There are no fitted bedsheets in Sweden!l No non-white bed sheets either which for a country which prides itself on its increasing diversity is astonishing.

Another weird thing is that they don't give you one big duvet for a double bed but instead give you two single duvets because Swedish couples don't like to share duvets. This is the only thing that kinda made sense to me given the autism of this country.

In all places I never once had darkness in the hotel room. Each room had an annoying floor light which kept the room aglow and couldn't be turned off. I enquired about and apparently they are standard & for "my safety". The TV monitors in 1984 couldn't be turned off either.

A lot of the nonsensical things I have mentioned above stem from Sweden’s traditionally high-trust homogenous society. However when you add a whole lotta low-trust immigrants from swarthier countries, things really take a turn for the worse.

In keeping with Sweden’s policy of impoverishing its citizens - everywhere in Sweden is laughably mean in regards toilets & wifi. No doubt due to dusky freeloaders. There is no free wifi anywhere except the bloody airport - which you'll need when you have nothing to do after 8pm.

Restaurants and bars are unbelievably cheap - even though you have paid a small fortune for the pleasure of drinking one of their over-priced coffees, you often have to pay extra to get the wifi password! Same goes for toilets: public toilets do not exist in Scandinavia.

The toilets in malls/stations/etc cost 2 euros a go and restaurants 100% keep toilets locked. If you’re a customer you can ask for the key, but even when you've bought a meal they sometimes charge extra to use it. Even in McDonalds you have to pay 1 Euro for a toilet coupon.

It’s no wonder that such audacity exists in Sweden though when you observe the vast bulk of their menfolk: The once proud Viking stock of Europe, now reduced to betas with less testosterone than Greta Thunberg’s autistic cunt lips.

In Stockholm, 60% of all children and babies I saw were looked after by men. In one cafe on I saw upwards of 20 men all pushing prams or trying to catch up with friends while wearing Eskimo-style papooses. Their eyes yearned for death.

Some of these men were obviously office workers who were still forced to look after their kids while the wife did God knows what, presumably involving a company creche. I rarely saw a woman with a child. It sickened me looking at all these empty simpering men doing womanly duties

There were exceptions. Remember when I said all the people in Sweden looked poor? The exception was young men in their late teens and early twenties who were abnormally pretty and well-groomed at all times. Freakishly so.

Delicately manicured goatee beards, styled hair, moisturised skin, and matching outfits where obvious thought had gone into matching the colours of the shoes, trousers and shirt. They strutted like effeminate catwalk models down the streets of Stockholm.

I can only guess that in Feminist Sweden the roles have been reversed and young men now have to paint themselves and look nice for the dominant females of the reigning clitterati. They reminded me of the "Beautiful Ones" from Calhoun’s famous 1960s mouse utopia experiments.

Don’t get me wrong. There are some good places in Sweden. There are some lovely old towns, islands & mountains if the cold and the expense doesn’t put you off. A special mention needs to be said about the Vasa Museum. An interesting place, but one where I saw a very Swedish scene

The Vasa Museum is a huge building in Stockholm which houses a 17th century warship - The Vasa - which sank 20 minutes into its maiden voyage and fell beneath the sea. It was later reclaimed and can visit the museum to view the well-preserved remains. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vasa_(ship) …

Here we joined a guided tour where a Swedish woman walked us round the ship and related its history. All was good until she went a bit weird and started getting very emotional about the boat’s history. She got a bit teary eyed & started blabbering a feminist rant which went thus:

"One thing I don't like, is that people say the boat's sinking was a tragedy. But people forget the real tragedy. People died when the boat sank. Those people were men, but everybody forgets they had wives and mothers and daughters back home...”

”... These were real women who would have suffered from oppression in the 16th century and who were the real victims of the Vasa. That is the real tragedy. Not the men who died, but the women who lived on." (Taken verbatim from my notes at the time.)

So according to this deluded feminist cretin: a boat sank, killed loads of men, and the real tragedy was the women sat at home? Right. I wasn't surprised when I later saw in the museum a whole section on women's suffering and the evils of 16th century Europe.

Sweden is a sick country. Ever since I spent time there I studiously avoid any and all types of Swedish influence. Never listen to ABBA. Shun meatballs. Don’t even approach a Volvo. Most importantly: at all costs keep your distance from IKEA as if your life depended on it.

If you have the stomach for it, just look at the architectural AIDS that is on display at your nearest IKEA or even on its website. IKEA is a cancer cell ready to invade your home and contaminate your family with crisp white death. It’s the furnishing of western decline.

Your wife will drool over photos of simpering white-clad homosexuals and their minuscule IKEA-sized palace to shit and blood. BILLY bookshelves in the background arranged by book colour. Rooms so small you have to sit on the window ledge looking moody.https://twitter.com/moldbugman/status/1079660162489638912?s=20 …