You're No Viking
And Even If Your 'Bros Think They Are, They Aren't
Erik the Red got there first. Erik’s son, Leif Eriksson, stopped by Greenland too on his way to North America. I checked in with the Erikssons in Valhalla, and they assured me that the gang hanging out in the tall halls, laughing, eating greasy meat, drinking with Odin, had no intention of holding up their mead cups to welcome flaccid, honorless wannabes. The day that Charlie Kirk was assassinated, FBI Director Kash Patel stood at the microphone and muttered low, “I’ll see you in Valhalla.”
As a Dane and Swede, a Petersen and a Peterson, I object. Bad press, fake MAGA news. Viking warriors had standards, even if those are a bit tough to swallow these days (and to use the gotcha of Trump, what about the English?!!). Plus, and this is important for a warrior, Trump doesn’t have the legs that ol’ Erik sported, as shown here in his statue in Greenland, what with the cankles and all.
That's so cool, to go back to the "old" country and find your roots. I know more about the =than the Swedish ancestors, but like you and what granddaughter said, it's so nice to be "recognized" for who you are. In Sweden, I took an English brochure at a museum and the clerk shook her head and handed me the Swedish version. I looked Swedish to her. Yay.
We share genes.