This is revolution

It seems our ever present national television channel has decided to neglect the order by a court not to show a documentary. It is also the first time a court has ruled a film unlawful, in a withdrawed-from-public sentence. The police has not been very happy or willing in this particular investigation.

This is revolution.
And it will be televised.

Where to start?
A documentary made with methods amazingly cheaper and less advanced than those employed by the police. Convincingly so. The police hiring a shady businessmann as their agent, having torpedo contact. Selling himself as a money launderer to the NOKAS robbers. A case in which a dozen or so real wild fuck-ups robbed a money central, killed a policeman with a hail of machine-gun fire and got away with roughly 60 million NOK. That's close to 8 million €. Sociopaths with as diversed a crew as there ever was.

And then, then a police informant and coerced into this clumsy police operation - made a deal with NRK. He made ONE interview. NRK shadowed him and filmed the bugged being bugged meeting torpedos and straw men. What I would think of as the place crawling with undercover police agents.

One of my favourite lines:
He [ref. his police contact] told me to take a sick leave.
I wondered how to do that.
Then I ate some coffeine tablets. Then I bought ten of those, you know, small bottles. Ten cups of coffee in a bottle. That's 300 cups.
So, I met at the stairs of the Grenland Police Station seeing the Grim Reaper.
The doctor must have thought of me to look very bad indeed. When i got out I kneeled by a corner and threw up.
Didn't sleep for two days.

When I think back, I can remember episodes in the printed media directly referring to some activities of these policemen. In the apartment a money teller, bugged as hell and given through the informer to the torpedo to make a trial run of money to the National Bank. These undercover, warped and quite as unsympathetic as their counterparts, these boys arrested two people on the charges of posession, while being utterly drunk.

What can I say? I jumble over and about to get all those threads together. Simply because the unofficial, the sub-layer of our society, emerges on a sudden hyperbolic path. Oh, we all know that every institution, though only a cell, makes a powerful creature of comfort. Do not connect. Why talk about what does not make a visible impact on our life? Take e.g the news item in Dagens Næringsliv 7th December 2004(that's the Daily Business Life) about the informer having been shot in his Jaguar outside Frogner Church. About the richest neighbourhood in Oslo. Loads of tradition. It was hinted at a torpedo contact.

The news in Dagens Næringsliv is just full of disclosers and empathic articles on the shady sides of the oligarchy. One normally doesn't pay them enough attention.

The informer and double-crosser even seemed to be nearly reborn, though with a slight tick.

This I perhaps will explore.

See update as of 171105.