The Northern Barbarian I am

“it’s shocking to learn of one’s heritage, especially, through some tv-documentary!” Gun Roswell

The Northern Barbarian I am

So it started as a joke, that little jibe, that one poke, from some supposed expert, reading for the playback, on some documentary from the past. That one line, which totally stuck, when the Romans made their way, up North and those bastard dwellers there, dared to revoke, whatever rules or laws they might just have tried to push onto them, and then simply calling them barbarian for standing against.

And now, the history long since placed into the past where it belongs, and no matter how civilised and woke the society has become, over the millennia or more, the core of the people still remain. The tiny barbarian, once a slur by some conquerer, raising its head. Wanting to revolt against the establishments, the very law, even if there just might not be a really good cause.

But, there is always some unruly brewing, deep inside the ranks, of a few. And if the sparkle inside is fed, and willingly out let, then a revolution will soon be at hand. The so called barbarian, taking their stance. Well, at lest in a modern way, meaning, taking their say, into the wideness of the web, hoping some similar minded person, will hear the pleads, and indeed, they did!

Long live the revolution! Long live the Northern Barbarians!