If you had a chance to read the previous post, you’ll see that a Dane has properly and justly corrected an error I made four years ago. My sincere apologies for not only writing in such a sloppy manner, but actually for thinking in such a sloppy manner as well!
I remember well the context of the original post back in 2011. I had just finished reading William Shirer’s tome on World War II, and I was quite taken with those who had resisted the Nazis in whatever form possible. In my haste to praise the King of Norway, I ended up insulting the King of Denmark. This is unacceptable, and I should have been far more careful as a thinker and as a writer.
So, again, my apologies–utterly and fully–to the King of Denmark and all good Danes.
For those of you who know me personally, you know my love of all things Danish and Scandinavian. For a long period of my young life, I was quite in love with a Danish young woman–though we decided to go our different ways well over 25 years ago–and the weeks I spent in Denmark were some of the best of my life. I have always admired Danish history, the Danish language, Danish mythology, Danish architecture, Queen Margrethe (especially for her love of Tolkien), and, especially, the very warm Danish people.