Regular Gates of Vienna readers know Phanarath, who comments here frequently with great wit and intelligence. I spent a couple of days with him in Århus, and I can tell you that Phanarath is just as funny in person as he is in the comments, only better spelled.
Phanarath, his friend Semantes, and I spent several hours in a microbrewery in downtown Århus, drinking various kinds of beer and telling jokes. The Danes have a great sense of humor — as you probably noticed during the Motoon crisis — and those two guys kept me in stitches all evening.
Most of the jokes can’t be reproduced here in our PG-13 venue, but I’ll tell you my favorite. It reminded me that in a Multicultural and Politically Correct Utopia, humor can be a form of political expression, just as it was in the Soviet Union.
It seems that little Ahmed had been studying very hard in his elementary school Danish language class, and when he took the exam, he got a perfect score.
The teacher made a big fuss over Ahmed when she presented him with his certificate.
“Congratulations, Ahmed!” she said. “You are now a Dane!”
Ahmed was so excited and happy and proud that he ran all the way home. Bursting into the house, he cried to his father, “Papa! Papa! Look: I got an A! Now I am a Dane!”
His father became very angry and slapped him across the face. “You filthy little boy! You have shamed our entire family!”
Ahmed burst into tears. “I don’t understand,” he wailed; “I was so proud! I will have to show my certificate to Mama.”
He found his mother in the kitchen. “Mama! Mama! Today I am a Dane!”
His mother scowled at him and slapped his face. “You should be ashamed of yourself! You have brought dishonor to your whole family!”
Ahmed cried even harder. “This is awful! Why is this happening to me? I have only been a Dane for twenty minutes, and already I have been attacked by two immigrants!”