~Sard2

If anyone of you who would happen to fancy my art, and want to contact me. Add me unto messenger, by my adress: skandiphilip@stud.ku.dk or write to me at the same adress

I was unlawfully tagged by the ever lovely Scythelust

The rules:
1. Post these rules
2. Each person tagged must post 8 random (hopefully interesting) facts about themselves
3. Tags should write a journal of these facts
4. At the end of the post 8 more bloggers are tagged and named
5. Go to their page and leave a comment telling them they're tagged

These rules however I will however treat lightly, as I will neither tag nor name anybody.

1) I am furry
2) I am a stauch omnivore and generally intolerant of vegans/vegetarians
3) I am also staunchly heathen
4) I am also a member of the Nordic Council for the Prevention of Unmanliness
5) I trim my beard once a month on average
6) I am an occasional drunken scandal
7) I often lament that Western society is not polygynous
8) I can be rather unpleasant when it strikes me.

(Blame this journal on the unwavering army of liberalists ceaselessly praising "freedom")

What does it mean to be free? To that question there are two answers, one is a vague and/or incoherent mass of words such as "freedom", "choice" and more often than not "free market". The other, concrete, answer is "To be free is the opposite of being a slave." And thus the whole question is rendered a legal one, being free/unfree is in reality not a matter of having the freedom to choose, but of whether or not you are a slave or not.

Now I am aware of the fact that virtually all nations have outlawed slavery, and that this definition is thus obsolete, yet I stick with it, because it is the only possible way to describe freedom/unfreedom in absolute terms.

Take me as an example, I go to university and study history, that is well and good. Yet few weeks ago I had a conversation with my father, and he said that if I had not of my own accord opted for an academic education, he would have applied pressure on me. This begs the question, was my choice a free one? (Most liberalists would say so.) When I made it I did not know my father felt as strongly about it as I do now. Yet I would not have been free to unopposed make another choice.
Another example is the law, I am not absolutely free, as I am not free to break the law unpunished. While I do not dispute that laws are both good and practical, I merely observe that I cannot be absolutely free in a society that has them. Yet few people, myself included, would me unfree, I am merely relatively free. But for instance was the plantation slaves. They were free to stop working, of course they would be punished, but they were still free to chose to between rebellion, as numerous slave revolts clearly show, or accepting their slavery. Which is far from the degree of freedom I have, still a kind of freedom. Yet no one would call a slave free.

The way I see it, the only alternative to using free/slave as legal terms, is to dissolve both terms into a myriad of degrees of relative freedom.

Hail! While I do realise that has been more than six months since my last update I do not apologise, as there has been nothing that big to report. Now though, there is. A week or so ago I returned from a drinking holiday on Lolland. On said holiday my uni mates (The Hellenic League) and I consumed 256 cans of "normal" beer (4.6%), these were finaly arrayed in a formation similar to the Macedonian phallanx (16X16), in addition to that comes 22 half liter cans of Gold Tuborg (5.6%), 14 half liter cans of appel cider (4.5%), one 0.7 L bottle of Fisherman (35% or there about), half 0.7 L a bottle of Absithe (the one we found was 55%), half a bottle of Linie Aquavit (41.5%) and half a one liter bottle "replacement Fisherman" (20%).

In addition to this it might also be well worth knowing that I last august was accepted into the university of Copenhagen, where I now am a student of history, and that I three months ago moved to Copenhagen to save transport time.

In my scraps will shortly be found a picture of our triumph

By the aid of Christiane, a most excelent lass, certain photos have now come into my possesion, photos taken at a Finland night I held sometime ago.
Said Finland night was held to celebrate Finland and Finnishness, and of course the Finnish armed forces, who in days gone by with great courage and sisu held off the Russian hordes.

The aforementioned pictures will be found in my scraps with discriptions.