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Uploaded & Coming SOON! on @AmazonKindle, “An Election Carol: A Presidential Fairytale…”

It’ll be a bargain at only $1.99.

Unplug the TV-Drug for a night and enjoy a 21st-century take on the Charles Dickens’ classic, wherein former Presidential-candidate, Mallory Denton, plays the part she was born to: “Scrooge.” (Check here, on my Amazon author page, or read the latest here on the blog, for availability.)

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(Screenshot from the Kindle(R) publishing mock-up tool.)

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Holger Danske: a tale for “survivalists” and champions of Western Civilization

“What you have been carving is very beautiful, grandfather,” said she. “Holger Danske and the old coat of arms; it seems to me as if I have seen the face somewhere.”

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Holger Danske, also known as Ogier the Dane, photo by Malene Thyssen

I mentioned Hans Christian Anderson in the essay I shared yesterday. The story of Holger Danske is a fairytale I imagine few non-Danes are familiar with. I only know of it by reading the fine anti-jihad site, The Gates of Vienna, over the years and noticing an image of the folk hero off to the side.

Holger Danske

by Hans Christian Anderson

In Denmark there stands an old castle named Kronenburg, close by the Sound of Elsinore, where large ships, both English, Russian, and Prussian, pass by hundreds every day. And they salute the old castle with cannons, “Boom, boom,” which is as if they said, “Good-day.” And the cannons of the old castle answer “Boom,” which means “Many thanks.”

In winter no ships sail by, for the whole Sound is covered with ice as far as the Swedish coast, and has quite the appearance of a high-road. The Danish and the Swedish flags wave, and Danes and Swedes say, “Good-day,” and “Thank you” to each other, not with cannons, but with a friendly shake of the hand; and they exchange white bread and biscuits with each other, because foreign articles taste the best.

But the most beautiful sight of all is the old castle of Kronenburg, where Holger Danske sits in the deep, dark cellar, into which no one goes. He is clad in iron and steel, and rests his head on his strong arm; his long beard hangs down upon the marble table, into which it has become firmly rooted; he sleeps and dreams, but in his dreams he sees everything that happens in Denmark.

On each Christmas-eve an angel comes to him and tells him that all he has dreamed is true, and that he may go to sleep again in peace, as Denmark is not yet in any real danger; but should danger ever come, then Holger Danske will rouse himself, and the table will burst asunder as he draws out his beard. Then he will come forth in his strength, and strike a blow that shall sound in all the countries of the world.

READ THE REST HERE!

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Danish Coat of Arms; from Wikipedia, linked below

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