Category Archives: Love Eliasson

So Satisfied!

Today I am really satisfied with my work! I’ve finished three illustrations for my novel I’m working on! And I did not use the eraser one single time! These are the three first color illustrations for my novel! What do you think? Write your opinion down below! <3


The Racist History Of The N-Word

As I have told you before, I live in Sweden. The N-word is by most people, I hope, viewed as a racist word here in Sweden, just as in the USA. But there are some differences. In USA, for example, it is almost impossible for a white person to even quote a person who used the N-word. In the US, you can’t say: “Mom, he said nigger!” You have to say “Mom, he said the N-word.” But here in Sweden most people make a difference between a quote and an active use of the N-word. So if you have trouble with the word in my text, remember that it’s in a quote or that I must use it in order to make my text understandable.

So, where does this racist word come from? Well, the Swedish historican Dick Harrisson, writes in the SvD, in the 30th of April 2011 that the word have a complex history. Well, it’s easy to see what it came from. The word “niger” is Latin and means black. There is a similar word in Spanish, “negro” which also means black. Spanish is a roman-italic language, and come from latin. So, one can say that the etmylogical roots of the N-word is just a color, and therefore neutral in it’s youth. When the white man started to conqour America and Africa, they took the black inhabitants as slaves and bought them to the cotton plantages of the American South. We all know this story very well. The black slaves were sold, beaten and treated very badly by their masters and owners and it would take a great civil war to end the miserable slave market in 1865.

Among the black slaves, the word “nigger” was used among them, both in a positive and pejorative way. They used to refer to their fellow slaves as “nigger”, which in that case meant “guy” or “dude”. For example, when they organised themselves, they called it “nigger meating” and they even called their baracks “nigger baracks”. This was in the early 1800’s. Still, white people did not use the word. Before 1865, rich slave masters did not commonly use the N-word. They thought it was too vulgar. But the N-word had already become a racial slur amongs the common farmers on the countryside, used to humiliate black people. But later in the 1800’s, even the rich farmers and masters started to use the N-word, to humiliate their slaves and remind them of what they were – nothing…

After the civil war, we know that slavery was formally prohibited, but the black people were still not free. When they were not serving their former masters, they had to take poorly paid jobs from day to day, appear in freakshows and circus performances of different sort. In the south, the systematic segregation and discrimination was completely legal til 1964, when the Civil Rights Act was implemented. But it would take long time before the race unequalities to disappear. Still today, black people, especially in the South, have problems with racism in court, crime, drugs and poverty and other forms of segregation and social injustice. Still, after almost 150 years, the black people are still not free.

The N-word lived on everywhere, in cartoons, in comic books and on TV-shows. When rap music and hiphop was introduced in the 80’s and 90s, black people started to embrace the N-word and use it amongs themselves in music and rap-culture. Some claim that they wanted to reclaim the word from white people and use it, only amongs themselves. The N-word still today appears a lot in black rap and hiphop.

Here in Sweden, we have had a discussion for a long time about a similar word – “Neger”. Actually I think we are the only country, where this debate even exist. Back in the days, we used to call a special chocolate cookie “negerboll”, which means “negro ball” or “niggerball”. Then some of us started to question this word and call it chocolate ball instead. Some white folks became furious, and some of them still are, they see it as their right to use the term “negerboll”, just because they grew up with this word and claim it as a tradition. As a Swede, I am ashamed of this. Imagine a white person in America, claiming his right to say “niggerball”. He wouldn’t live very long for sure. But here in Sweden, this discussion actually exist, and it’s just pathetic.


Long Time No See!

Hello there, fellows! You might be wondering what I’ve been up to lately. I’ve forgotten to tell tou that I am going to re-write my book for the third time now. And it will be a little bit different this time, with a much better story. First it went very slowly. For four weeks I’ve been at page four. But some day ago I just wrote from page four to page twenty two in one single day. I hope I will succeed this time, really.

I’m bipolar and have been in a sort of hypomania lately, making me extra creative and productive. The negative thing is that I sleep very badly at the moment. Or some nights, not at all…


Hello! I’ve got some good news for you! I’m basically finished with my book “Fredlös” – the first part of my triology called “Davanius”. I’ve given the manuscript to a volountaire to read and correct mistakes in the book. Here’s how I believe the cover will look! What do you think?

New Year – New Hope

Hello! No time, no see! It’s a new year and also a new decade. To summerise 2019 I can say that it’s been a quite bad year for me. I didn’t feel very well in the college I went to, not because of the college, but because of my bipolarity and the dark time of the year.

And off course, it didn’t got better when I was folish enough to be imposed of 9000 Swedish crowns by an italian criminal. Off course it was my own fault. Nobody would trust a guy when he’s taking you to the bankomat. But I always get so mentally disabled when I see a person that claims he’s in big troble. I must be better at saying no.

And off course, I have become better at saying no this year. When springtime arrived, my depression faded away and the last months on Östra Grevie College was some of the happiest time in my life. I still miss the school deeply. The best part was i Krakow, Poland, wich I visited with the school in may.

In the summer I and my family went on another vacation at Gotland. I think it’s the fifth time now. I love Gotland and I surely enjoyed that summer and especially the vacation. I have failed with my habits this year. I weight more than ever and have tried several times with both gym and Lifesum. But as always, I fall back again into my old habits.

2019 was the first time I finished a book. It wasn’t published and I’m not satisfied, but still, I finally made a book and that’s just fantastic.

In the autumn I was practising on a job for marely a month, but due to my lack of driving license and the economic problems with the company, I couldn’t get a real job there, so I had to leave that place. Now I’ve been searching several jobs with no results.

I weally hope that this will be a better year. I have several projects in the making and I might get an appartment from a friend of mine if everything goes as planned.

And also, stay tuned about my latest single and lyric video, to be released this evening, only for purchase here on my blog. Stay tuned, my friends!

Important to know

Good evening! You might be wondering were all my videos and images have gone? Don’t worry, they’re still there! Unfortunately, due to personal struggly, I’ve made them hidden. You must either buy them in my store or you must subscribe with a payment account to see them. But you have the right to use my images for what purpose you may need, as long as you give me credd for it.

I’m sorry about this, but I hope you don’t hate me for this. Best regards from Love Eliasson!

Lucka Tjugofyra – Julafton

Jimmie Åkesson vaknade och sprang upp ur sängen. Han hörde klockorna ringa och tittade ut genom fönstret. Hans son Nils väckte honom.

“Vakna, vakna pappa!” skrek han. “Det är julafton! Kom! Kom!”

Jimmie Åkesson satte sig upp i sängen och log belåtet.

“Ja. Så kan det gå.” sa han.

Han såg ut genom fönstret och började äta frukost med sin familj.

När de var klara sa Louise: “Kamerateamet är här, älskling. Håll nu ditt jultal vettja!”

Jimmie Åkesson gjorde sig redo för jultalet och kamerorna slogs på.

Jimmie Åkesson satte sig till rätta och inledde sitt tal.

“Vad är meningen med julen? När jag gick med i Sverigedemokraterna var jag femton år gammal. Jag blev sedermera partiledare och nu också statsminister. Men det är inte som förut. Folk är fattiga. Folk är arbetslösa. Och jag har äntligen kommit till insikt. Jag kommer ägna det sista året som statsminister åt att rätta till alla problem jag skapat. Öppna gränserna, bygga upp landet och välfärden. Efter valet lägger jag ner Sverigedemokraterna och min regering avgår till förmån för en mer human och mer kompetent regering. Med detta vill jag önska er alla en riktigt god jul och ett gott nytt år.”

Omar och hans familj såg talet med tårar i ögonen. Nästan alla i Sverige såg talet och blev mycket rörda.

Och nog var det inget som Jimmie Åkesson hittade på, inte. När han hade vunnit valet och börjat få landet på fötter avgick han och hans regering. Och Sverigedemokraterna var ett minne blott.

Och så slutar Jimmie Åkessons julsaga.

Lucka Tjugotre

Jimmie stod i sin kostym och med sin handväska och tog farväl av två fängelsevakter. Sedan gick Ali fram till honom. Jimmie Åkesson log.

“Du, Jimmie.” sa Ali. “Det har varit roligt att ha dej här.”

“Samma här.” sa Jimmie.

“Glöm nu inte vad du lovade, Jimmie.”

“Absolut inte, Ali.” sa Jimmie. “Om jag hade kunnat ta med dej hade jag gjort det. Men statsministern är ju trots allt inte enväldig.”

“Ta hand om dej mannen.”

“Du, med Ali.”

De tog varandras händer.

“Farväl, då Ali.” sa Jimmie och log.

“Farväl, statsministern.” skrattade Ali.

Jimmie Åkesson vände hemåt. Han visste precis vart han skulle gå.

Han lade sig till med sin gamla sura otrevliga framtoning för att lura Omar. Sedan knackade han på dörren. Omar öppnade. Där stod Jimmie med händerna bakom ryggen.

“Åh, god jul herr statsminister.” sa Omar förskräckt.

“Ingen god jul här inte, Omar.” sa Jimmie, som gick närmare och närmare. “Nu ska jag göra något som jag velat göra en lång tid.”

Omar höll för ögonen, men märkte då hur Jimmie övergick till sitt glada jag.

“Det vill säga, jag ger dej en check på en miljon kronor i julklapp. Så din kära son Alan kan få behandling.”

“På allvar?” sa Omar. “Menar du det?”

“På hedersord.” sa Jimmie.

Omar brast ut i glädjetårar och Alan och Jasmin samlades runt Jimmie Åkesson och kramade honom. Omar likaså.

“Gud välsigne er, Jimmie!” sa Jasmin.

“Och en god jul på er allihopa.” sa Jimmie.

Inne på Jimmies kontor satt Mattias Karlsson och de andra i SD-toppen medan Jimmie kom in.

“Välkommen statsministern. Vi har väntat er.” sa Mattias.

“Partivänner.” sa Jimmie. “Låt mej till en början berätta hur många miljarder jag tjänat.”


“Hundra miljarder. Och jag är inte den man jag en gång var. Jag kommer använda mina hundra miljarder till att bygga upp skyddsnätet i Sverige, öppna gränserna igen och återkalla de grundlagsändringar vi genomfört.”

“Du kan inte mena allvar!” sa Mattias Karlsson.

“Jo, det ska jag! Vi kommer vinna valet på det! Och när vi har vunnit… avgår jag som statsminister och upplöser både regeringen och partiet.”

“Du är ju helt från vettet, Jimmie! Den där Omar har definitivt gjort dej mör!”

“Det må så vara. Men mitt beslut står fast.”

De andra SD-topparna började protestera ilsket men Jimmie gjorde precis som han ville.

Lucka Tjugotvå

“Det är din sista dag idag, Jimmie.” sa den svarte killen.

“Skönt. Men jag lärde mej faktiskt en läxa, Ali.”

Ali var namnet på den svarte killen, vilket jag glömt skriva tills nu.

Då susade någon bekant figur förbi. Det var Kent Ekeroth.

“Kent Ekeroth?” sa Jimmie “Är det du?”

“Jag snackar inte med dej, mer!” väste Kent Ekeroth och gick vidare.

Åkesson himlade med ögonen och tittade på Ali. Sedan skrattade de båda två hjärtligt.