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Fuck Off

Posted in Arrogance, Arrogancia, Children, Countries, Culture, Dios, Education, Faith, Fear, God, Guatemala, Human Rights, Mentality, Mindset, Narcissism, Offensive, Origine, Prayers, Religion, Religiots, Respect, The Roman Catholic Church, World on March 31, 2018 by Boris Ekner

There are people in this country that finds pride and honor in worshipping a God that de facto is a manmade fascist dictator. Some of these are parents bragging on Facebook, with smiling selfies, that they are indoctrinating their children to be as much religiots as they are themselves.

These parents are molesting their children’s human rights to develop into freethinking adults.

They are as much child molesters as pedophiles and rapists are. They are the worst kinds of low life’s mankind and parenthood can imagine.

However, as such they are as good examples as they are bad ones. They are good examples of how to be a better parent than they are.

Because if we want this sick world of ours to be better for our children, we have to create children better than we are. Because better children will make a better world when adults. These religiot parents are not a good example, they are the worst of them all.

If you are one of these religiots, I have a few words for you. Fuck Off! Just – FUCK. OFF!

Yes, I have one of these religiot fascist in my Facebook feed. But out of respect I will not publish the photos of this stupid, non-thinking, foolish idiot. He/she will understand anyway, that he/she is a despicable piece of shit, if ever reading this.

Nevertheless, fuck off – Fuck Off you religiot fascist. No matter how nice you are to me when we meet – You’re a fucking asshole!

Mi herencia, una parte de lo que soy.

Posted in Countries, Culture, Education, En Español, Explorers, Family, Learners, Origine with tags , , on January 31, 2016 by Boris Ekner

 

Los padres de mi padre eran descendientes de Dinamarca, Noruega, Bélgica y los Países Bajos.

 

Los padres de mi madre nacieron en Estonia. Desde 1944 ella vive en Suecia, no en Estonia, donde ella nació. En la década de 1980-90 ella dejo Suecia para Åland durante mas o menos 15 años.

 

Vivo en Guatemala, no en Suecia donde nací. Viviendo aquí yo trabajo para una empresa multinacional de los Estados Unidos.

Mi hijo mayor vive en Chipre, no en Suecia donde el nació. La novia de el es de Polonia y su hijo nació en Chipre. Esto hace que mi nieto joven sueco, polaco, chipriota, y algunos noruego, danés, así como algunos belgas y holandeses. A su debido tiempo, aprenderá a hablar ingles, sueco, polaco y griego.

Unos de mis primos vive en Tailandia, no en Suecia donde él nació. Sus hijos son tan mezclado como mi nieto en Chipre.

Una otra de mis primos vivían en Creta durante varios años, no en Suecia, donde ella nació.

Aún otra de mis primos es casado con un mujer que nacida en Tailandia. Ellos viven en Suecia.

Una de mis sobrinas vive en Argentina, el país de su madre, no en Suecia donde ella nació.

Mi tía vivó y murió en Suecia, no en Estonia donde ella nació.

Mi abuela, la madre de mi mama, se mudó a Suecia desde Estonia el día antes de ella decidió que era hora de que se deje vida y mueren. Sí, ella falleció al día siguiente.

Un tío de mío se mudó a Noruega, donde vivió varios años antes de morir, no en Suecia, done él nació.

Otro tío de mío vivió en Tailandia durante muchos años hasta los últimos días de su vida, no en Suecia done nació.

Hoy tengo un hijo de 4 años. El es de guatemalteco, hondureño, español, maya, sueco, estonio, noruego, danés, y en algún lugar dentro de el es un poco belgas y holandeses así, al igual que el resto de mi familia. El vive en Guatemala en Centroamérica, y habla cuatro idiomas, español, ingles, sueco, y alemán.

El padre de mi padre fue la primera Ekner. Mi padre y sus dos hermanos fue la segunda generación. Mis hermanos, yo, y nuestros primos son la segunda generación Ekner. Lo que es único acerca de todos nosotros es que todos sabíamos la primera Ekner, nuestro abuelo y abuela.

Por otra parte, mi padre y su hermano mayor se casó con dos hermanas de Estonia. Si no hubiera sido por su madre estonia decidir enviar a dos de sus hijas en un barco pesquero de mierda a través de Mar Báltico a Suecia, en al final de la Segunda Guerra Mundial, nada de lo anterior habría sucedido.

¿Esto la dirá Suecia es un mal país de vivir? No, no lo hace.

Te dice que yo soy un miembro de una familia que desafían a sí mismo y sus miembros. Se da a conocer que pertenezco a una cultura de la familia de exploradores curiosos amable que quiere aprender nuevas lecciones para la vida. Se da a conocer que pertenezco a una familia de miembros de mente abierta. Se da a conocer que pertenezco a una familia del mundo.

No somos mejores que tú. Somos diferentes de usted. Somos diferentes de lo que estamos acostumbrados.

Y como somos una familia del mundo es muy probable que nos parecen mas desafiantes, no importa cuánto lo aprecias, o se desprecian, y se molesta por ella.

Como hemos aprendido de vivir contigo, aprender de nosotros. Compartir sus conocimientos, al compartir la nuestra con usted.

Pertenezco a una familia de exploradores y estudiantes, sin importar lo que viene en camino. …y esta es mi manera de decirle que estoy muy feliz y orgulloso de ser un miembro de una familia de este tipo.

Por lo que sabemos, sólo tenemos una vida.

Vívelo.

 

 

My heritage, a part of who I am.

Posted in Countries, Culture, Education, Explorers, Family, Learners, Origine, World with tags , , , , , on January 29, 2016 by Boris Ekner

My fathers parents where descendants from Denmark, Norway, Belgium, and The Netherlands.

My mom’s parents were born in Estonia. Since 1944 she lives in Sweden, not in Estonia where she was born. In the 1980’s – 90’s she left Sweden for Åland.

I live in Guatemala, not in Sweden where I was born. Living here I work for a multinational corporation from the US.

My oldest son lives in Cyprus, not in Sweden where he was born. His spouse is from Poland and their son was born in Cyprus. This makes my young grandson Swedish, Polish, Cypriot, and some Norwegian, Danish, as well as some Belgian and Dutch. In due time he will learn to speak English, Swedish, Polish, and Greek.

One of my cousins lives in Thailand, not in Sweden where he was born. His children are just as mixed as my grandson in Cyprus.

Another one of my cousins lived in Crete for several years, not in Sweden where she was born.

Yet another one of my cousins is married to a woman born in Thailand. They live in Sweden.

One of my nieces lives in Argentina, the country of her mother, not in Sweden where she was born.

My aunt lived and died in Sweden, not in Estonia where she was born.

My grandmother, from my moms side, moved to Sweden from Estonia the very day before she decided it was time for her to leave this life and die. Yes, she passed away the next day.

An uncle of mine moved to Norway where he lived several years before he died, not in Sweden where he was born.

Another uncle of mine lived in Thailand for many years until the last days of his life, not in Sweden where he was born.

Today I have a 4 year old son. He is Guatemalan, Honduran, Spanish, Mayan, Swedish, Estonian, Norwegian, Danish, and somewhere within he’s a bit Belgian and Dutch as well, just as the rest of my family. He lives in Guatemala in Central America, and he speaks four languages already, Spanish, English, Swedish, and German.

The father of my dad was the first Ekner. My dad and his two brothers was the second generation. My brothers, I, and our cousins are the second generation Ekner. What’s unique about all of us is that we all knew the very first Ekners, our grandfather and grandmother.

Furthermore, my father and his older brother married two sisters from Estonia. If it hadn’t been for their Estonian mother deciding to send two of her daughters on a crappy fishing boat across the Baltic Sea to Sweden at the end of WWII nothing of the above would have happened.

Does this tell you Sweden is a bad country to live in? No, it doesn’t.

It tells you that I am a member of a family that challenge itself and its members. It tells you that I belong to a family culture of friendly curious explorers who wants to learn new lessons for life. It tells you that I belong to a family of open minded members. It tells you that I belong to a family of the world.

We are not better than you. We are just different from you. We are different from what you are used to.

And as we are a family of the world you will most likely find us challenging no matter how much you appreciate it, or despise and get annoyed by it.

As we learn from living with you, learn from us. Share your knowledge, as we share ours with you.

I belong to a family of explorers and learners, no matter what comes in our way. …and this is my way telling you that I am very happy and proud of being a member of such a family.

As far as we know, we have one life only.

Live it.

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