contest update

We have received the first letter from a devotee who has written a beautiful little poem about Troels. I have translated it from the original klingon (english, people. Is it too much to ask?) and it goes like this:

"Aaaaarrrrggghhh!!! Aaaaarrrrggghhh!!! Aaaaarrrrggghhh!!!

Aaaaarrrrggghhh!!! Aaaaarrrrggghhh!!! Aaaaarrrrggghhh!!!

oooh...

oooh...

ih...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!"

And thanks to Lisa for that contribution. You are a very disturbed little girl. but in a good way :-)

a thought about the origin of Troels

Now that the cowardous rebellion against our great leader has been thwarted, i feel it is time to adress some of the concerns that have been brewing amongst our followers. I have received numerous emails, some from myself, some not, expressing a need for an answer to one particular question. Why is it possible in some places, such as the fabrication dates of chicken wings in the freezer of my local greengrocer El-Sushi, to find evidence suggesting that there was in fact life on this planet prior to the date our lord awoke amongst us. Just to stick with the previous example, we know for a fact that Troels did not exist in 1963 when the chicken drew its last breath, which leads us to ask the age-old question: what came first; the chicken or the Troels?

Now some would call me a blasphemer for even suggesting this. well, you may be but what am I?

I plan to spend a great deal of time and money investigating and probing into this question, and i promise you that I will find an answer. Or at the very least make one up...

Halleluja!!!

In an earthshattering turn of events Troelses chair has finally been returned to him. Praised be He!
There is still no word of what has happened to the perpetrator, but the hand of justice, i am sure, will soon close around his wretched shroat.

This also means, by the way, that the blood of the innocent needs to stop flowing now. Sorry...

still no word...

Just want to keep you up to date on the search for Troelses throne. im afraid there is still no word. i fear the worst...

contest time :-)

It is time for the first annual "poetry of worship"-contest, better known as the POW.

All contributions are welcome, all though I do owe it to say that any contributions deemed unworthy of Troelses greatness will result in persecusion, torture and... you guessed it, death!
Its not to be elitist, but we do have to keep a certain standard, im sure you will agree.
Anyway, do not let that discourage you. just scrible away and keep you little fingers crossed.

All poems, haikus, pieces of origami and the like can be send to bomag812@hotmail.com

The grand price for the greatest piece of art is nothing short of amazing.

The winner will get to spend all day (or at least till the end of normal business hours) in the divine precens of Troels himself...

So what are you waiting for?

Get to work!

In other news...

Greetings fellow Troelsians!

In what can only be described as ABOUT BLOODY TIME our magnificent leader has been unanimously elected as the single most important individual in the universe during a conference i Aalborg today. Almost the entire danish section of the "World Wide Foundation for the sanctification of Troels and his long overdue ascention to the throne of EVERYTHING!" (also known as the WWF) showed up at this epic event, and cries of "Troels for pope!", "kill the heathens!" and "Attica Attica!" rang out across the waters/floor.
Troels himself was unfortunately not able to attend the gathering as he was, as always, out helping the weak, the helpless and the just plain stupid.
I am, however, convinced that he will be happy to hear of it, and that he will rain his many blessings upon us.

Happy day. Happy Troels-day indeed...

off to a slow start...

My first entry on this tributory site starts off on a sad note. While I have been sitting here putting the finishing touches on my meager salute to the great becon of light that is mr. Nielsen, some rodent whoes kin will be cursed for a thousand generations has stolen the very seat of his divine rule out from under him. To clarify i submit to you this letter which I have just received from the master himself. Bow your heads (not too much though or you wont be able to see the screen) and bathe in the glory of his word...

"Hej alle sammen!

Jeg savner min stol...

Da jeg er hjælper må jeg gå ud fra, at i alle ved hvem jeg er og hvor jeg sidder. Jeg kan derfor kun opfatte det som et personligt angreb, at nogen har taget ikke bare een stol men min stol."

To translate to our english speaking breathren: Someone has stolen our magnificent leaders chair!
This calls for the blood of the innocent! (yes, thats right, it says innocent, why the hell should they get off?)
Go forth into the world and slay all who possess a chair that is not theirs. and when you do so remember the words of another great man and apprentice of mr. Nielsens:

Deuteronomy 21:22-23

"If a man who commits a sin worthy of death is put to death, and you hang him from a tree

his body must not remain in the tree overnight.

You must bury him on the same day, for a hanged man is acursed of God."

Other than that you can pretty much just go medieval...

Now Go!