Today, six Norwegian soldier were injured by a mob throwing hand grenades and stones, in addition to shooting into the ISAF camp. I ask you, what kind of demonstrators carry hand grenades? The Norwegian soldiers retaliated shooting plastic bullets and throwing cannisters of CS. Proud of them.
In Teheran a same kind of mob are throwing stones and firebombs at the Norwegian embassy. In Beirut a man jumped to his death from fourth floor of the consulate, escaping the fire ignited by yet a mob. Seven people have so far been killed in all these episodes. A sad day.
The deeper issue seems no closer to being resolved. Neo-anzis are agitating their hords, encouraging their fellow hooligans to bring base-ball bats, chains and other useful items in order to protect themselves at the posted muslim demonstration this Saturday in Oslo. Israel have their nuclear bombs while everyone is pissed at Iran for enriching their uranium. Israel make two strifes with their jets, killing most probably innocent Palestinians. Bush make a 6,9 % raise in the "defence" budget, while cutting Medicare.
Someone is placed here and there to initiate sensless physical agression towards enemy by proxy. I think I am one of many who does not understand this chain of events that is unfolding. I could cry. Does it help?
Fuck you, mr editor of Magazinet. On the holiest of days for muslims you publish 18 coarse caricatures of a prophet. Even if I think there are only self-fulfilling and self-destructive prophesies, you don't need to do such things. And fuck you, senseless barbarian, using grenades against words.
tirsdag, februar 07, 2006
mandag, februar 06, 2006
sparks in a barrel of gunpowder
It is still incomprehensible for me that an individual can use violence to react against words or pictures. It is not understandable as a rational act. It is an emotional act. Emotion cannot be understood in anything other than emotions. Sympathy, empathy. As a group act it becomes so much more, so much more.
Palestine seems to me to be like a great psychological trauma. Western society turns their heads and demand quietude from a pure victim of violence. Israel as a nation seems to me to be so deeply rooted in world war II, that I really can understand their generational rage. It is a well described process where children of child abusers themselves are torn asunder. It is understandable and therefore a NOT TOLERABLE PATTERN OF BEHAVIOUR. Shame on you! Act different and use those strong convictions and existential angst to a common good. Such strength. I am sure you can do better than to blow yourself up or demolish houses. Fuckwads.
However. Politics and exploitable groupings. Highly skilled orators and a society in shambles. Executioners and the Roman emperor Bushius II on an orgy. Some of the players remain hidden for a public view, except through Syria. There also seems to be a quite stupid agitator on the christian fundamentalist side. Speculation and conspiracies. Yes, and I do think it is such a time. What happens the next weeks will indeed decide the list of possible outcomes. I believe such a dramatic time is here, because it is described as the most nervous situation in the region for 15-25 years by real veterans of the trade. Still, the chances are well on the positive that this can be stemmed and a new understanding of tolerance be created.
What will be laid on the weight tomorrow? What will be said on Friday? Can please just somebody explain that this is NOT the single act against you to go to war over. Why waste the blood, even of infidels, on barren ground? Yes, of course insulting other people is forgivable. And if not, I trust no man to act the role of vengeful god.
On the good side, it is amazing how well-known these itty bitty countries of the far north are known, even to the detail of local press.
This is by now a political act. A real super plan. It holds the promise of utter chaos at the tiniest act by a basically anyone. Let the folly hold their tounges. The trouble is, there are so very many acts we do that holds no moral meaning to us. We are possibly the others. The enemy. Someone will always dislike what you do or say. If you reach a large enough audience that is. I don't think any of those jokes you privatly tell would go well down with certain people - and their friends, and their underlings.
And dammmit, all you ultras out there. You, who think prevetion is sin. You, who think skin is sin. You, who thinks walking without a hat is sin. You, who think eating meat is sin. All of you are on a misconceived path. Please, stop using prevention, but don't you refuse your neighbour to do so. Please, cover up every inch and lie in a dark room, shut yourself out, but don't do that to your wife. Please, drive 40 on the highway with your hat, but pull over. Please, eat nothing that remotely can be connected to exploitation. Such extremes is nothing of rationale, all of emotion. And on some things, we never will feel the same.
Palestine seems to me to be like a great psychological trauma. Western society turns their heads and demand quietude from a pure victim of violence. Israel as a nation seems to me to be so deeply rooted in world war II, that I really can understand their generational rage. It is a well described process where children of child abusers themselves are torn asunder. It is understandable and therefore a NOT TOLERABLE PATTERN OF BEHAVIOUR. Shame on you! Act different and use those strong convictions and existential angst to a common good. Such strength. I am sure you can do better than to blow yourself up or demolish houses. Fuckwads.
However. Politics and exploitable groupings. Highly skilled orators and a society in shambles. Executioners and the Roman emperor Bushius II on an orgy. Some of the players remain hidden for a public view, except through Syria. There also seems to be a quite stupid agitator on the christian fundamentalist side. Speculation and conspiracies. Yes, and I do think it is such a time. What happens the next weeks will indeed decide the list of possible outcomes. I believe such a dramatic time is here, because it is described as the most nervous situation in the region for 15-25 years by real veterans of the trade. Still, the chances are well on the positive that this can be stemmed and a new understanding of tolerance be created.
What will be laid on the weight tomorrow? What will be said on Friday? Can please just somebody explain that this is NOT the single act against you to go to war over. Why waste the blood, even of infidels, on barren ground? Yes, of course insulting other people is forgivable. And if not, I trust no man to act the role of vengeful god.
On the good side, it is amazing how well-known these itty bitty countries of the far north are known, even to the detail of local press.
This is by now a political act. A real super plan. It holds the promise of utter chaos at the tiniest act by a basically anyone. Let the folly hold their tounges. The trouble is, there are so very many acts we do that holds no moral meaning to us. We are possibly the others. The enemy. Someone will always dislike what you do or say. If you reach a large enough audience that is. I don't think any of those jokes you privatly tell would go well down with certain people - and their friends, and their underlings.
And dammmit, all you ultras out there. You, who think prevetion is sin. You, who think skin is sin. You, who thinks walking without a hat is sin. You, who think eating meat is sin. All of you are on a misconceived path. Please, stop using prevention, but don't you refuse your neighbour to do so. Please, cover up every inch and lie in a dark room, shut yourself out, but don't do that to your wife. Please, drive 40 on the highway with your hat, but pull over. Please, eat nothing that remotely can be connected to exploitation. Such extremes is nothing of rationale, all of emotion. And on some things, we never will feel the same.
lørdag, februar 04, 2006
caricature
If anyone out there have followed the current news concerning drawings of a holy man, answer me this: what is this all about? I find it quite incomprehensible. I know the perception of reality to be but a holographic representation. I cannot reach into someone else's head and percieve what they perceive. If as that would be a goal. I konw I cannot be the other part. Still, how can it be that physical aggression is so easy to find when words are spoken or drawings are shown?
Yes, the paper in Norway reprinting the alleged profanity, is a fundamentalist piece of crap. No, it should not be necessary to burn an embassy for being provoked by assholes. I do declare my right to speak freely and to be spoken freely to. Shout at me, call me a clown or the ugliest woodpecker shitload, your mother is with the worst of them. I get upset when you stamp on everything that represent my culture. I get upset when you insult my family. But, do we not respect those that show restraint? If it is an eye for an eye, it must be a word for a word.
The world becomes very complicated when you have shell shocked fundamentalists. I guess I would be a bit jumpy too if I had grow up being shot at. I hate guns. I hate seeing Mosad standing on the corner. I hate walking past the American Embassy and having bored police holding machine guns. Fuck you all. Fuck all of you that think a gun will solve your indignation. Fuck you for thinking you are the better part, where you stand, twenty slugs waiting to rip out a heart.
Respect has been broken all ways possible. Hurrah.
So, I am going skiing tomorrow. Fcuk all is a moose standing there. Not smiling. Not yelling. Just a bit irritated for you messing up tranquility.
Yes, the paper in Norway reprinting the alleged profanity, is a fundamentalist piece of crap. No, it should not be necessary to burn an embassy for being provoked by assholes. I do declare my right to speak freely and to be spoken freely to. Shout at me, call me a clown or the ugliest woodpecker shitload, your mother is with the worst of them. I get upset when you stamp on everything that represent my culture. I get upset when you insult my family. But, do we not respect those that show restraint? If it is an eye for an eye, it must be a word for a word.
The world becomes very complicated when you have shell shocked fundamentalists. I guess I would be a bit jumpy too if I had grow up being shot at. I hate guns. I hate seeing Mosad standing on the corner. I hate walking past the American Embassy and having bored police holding machine guns. Fuck you all. Fuck all of you that think a gun will solve your indignation. Fuck you for thinking you are the better part, where you stand, twenty slugs waiting to rip out a heart.
Respect has been broken all ways possible. Hurrah.
So, I am going skiing tomorrow. Fcuk all is a moose standing there. Not smiling. Not yelling. Just a bit irritated for you messing up tranquility.
lørdag, januar 28, 2006
A small update
Snow must be the best thing that has happened since the wheel got invented.
How light this winter becomes with all this fluffy stuff lying around. Today it has been -8 and wonderful sunshine. Even though it has been about three years since I last used my skis, it really was perfect.
Now I have my computer with its teeth bared, running Linux and learning lots. Stop using XP unless you are a gamer.
How light this winter becomes with all this fluffy stuff lying around. Today it has been -8 and wonderful sunshine. Even though it has been about three years since I last used my skis, it really was perfect.
Now I have my computer with its teeth bared, running Linux and learning lots. Stop using XP unless you are a gamer.
tirsdag, januar 10, 2006
End of an era
And about time it was too. I have now removed everything Windows from my machine and put Linux on it. Again I find it challenging and fun to use the computer and am now loading it up with graphics and audio software. Next thing will be to build the ultimate database and start scanning all my pictures. Very happy about a computer that does what I tell it to, and not a computer that does something without me wanting it to. Yes to democratic software.
Happy New Year!
It was a really fun New Years Eve. Well, the first part was ok. At a party with sexually challenged people, so not there to find someone to smooch. It was civilised, by all means. We ate, played a game, talked and had a relaxing time.
The really fun part, I think, was the nachspiel. A friend of mine and me went home to his apartment, he put on a couple of vinyls, we inhaled deeply and then it just went through the roof. My first DJ-battle. He got a fully set up mixing board. He has just got DJ 12" - you know, records with break beats, mixes and the like. Lacks a bit on the regular musak. Anyhow - I had never done something like that before and it was a real challenge. I just had to pick up something arbitrary and try to get it to fit with the beat and flow.
After a while, we played up and mixed a real challenge for eachother. We both stood there like drunk ravers, digging, grooving, swaying and thumping our feet. The howling we kept to a minimum. At seven o'clock in the morning though, I had to hand in my towel and tell him to shut off that god damned thumping music. Yes, I do get tired of three hours of breakbeats.
It is something to be repeated though. Yes. Now he is visiting Brasil for close to four weeks. That bastard. It is supposed to be me who goes to Brasil.
Happy New Year!
It was a really fun New Years Eve. Well, the first part was ok. At a party with sexually challenged people, so not there to find someone to smooch. It was civilised, by all means. We ate, played a game, talked and had a relaxing time.
The really fun part, I think, was the nachspiel. A friend of mine and me went home to his apartment, he put on a couple of vinyls, we inhaled deeply and then it just went through the roof. My first DJ-battle. He got a fully set up mixing board. He has just got DJ 12" - you know, records with break beats, mixes and the like. Lacks a bit on the regular musak. Anyhow - I had never done something like that before and it was a real challenge. I just had to pick up something arbitrary and try to get it to fit with the beat and flow.
After a while, we played up and mixed a real challenge for eachother. We both stood there like drunk ravers, digging, grooving, swaying and thumping our feet. The howling we kept to a minimum. At seven o'clock in the morning though, I had to hand in my towel and tell him to shut off that god damned thumping music. Yes, I do get tired of three hours of breakbeats.
It is something to be repeated though. Yes. Now he is visiting Brasil for close to four weeks. That bastard. It is supposed to be me who goes to Brasil.
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