Anders Behring Breivik

I’ve never been to Norway. I’m sure the winters are harsh, long, and cold, but then summer comes, and everyone goes on vacation, enjoying long, glorious, mild days, out in the countryside, on the lakes and rivers.

Specially nice it would be to head off to a camp on a private island, not merely for recreation, but for the social bonding the privileged value so much. To be one of the elite- a young up-and-comer, no job yet! not even a degree, but the virtual assurance of a comfortable position with the government, or some influential NGO, maybe someday even a seat in Parliament.

To be a leader, of such a blessed country as Norway! Small,  but rich, and recognized as a moral leader by everyone. Certainly, Norway has a few problems- there is still racism, regrettably, that must be wiped away. Only diversity and multiculturalism can do that of course, in spite of the resistance of the ignorant and hateful.

Our princeling- or more likely, by a small margin, princessling, for the Norwegians recognize no superiority or privilege of the male of the species, quite the opposite- would have little inkling of some terrified little boy, trying to make it home in one piece, walking quickly, looking neither left nor right. Or of some frightened girl, hoping to avoid some awful degradation, or worse some bitter and jaded girl who had already suffered it. The fear and helplessness of such small ones? Nothing but the proof of racism! The fear of the dark foreigner can only come from racism. And any injuries suffered are quite simply the just desserts of such racism. The just, the pure of soul, never suffer such injury.

And yet the pure of soul have no traffic with the dark foreigner, except as a client, an unknown and almost unseen client. The pure of soul have such retreats, as this island, where the dark foreigner and his prey do not intrude. But let’s forget of such things and enjoy the beautiful day! What’s this? A policeman? Perhaps we will tell the man to go away, he is not needed here! But he has a gun, pointed at me?! He shoots!? At me? Why?…….. But then the darkness comes, and there is no longer any why.

What comes after the darkness, for our prince, our beautiful youth of promise and privilege? Norway is a Lutheran country, so perhaps sola fide he is welcomed by Christ to the paradise promised to those who will only believe. And yet even if our prince is some kind of Lutheran, I doubt that he actually believes any of that stuff. It’s not even expected of a Lutheran priest, as belief in the holiness of same-sex unions would be. Maybe nothing….. Maybe the buzzing purple void of Billy Pilgrim. Maybe the dim, confused tumult of unhappy souls that Odysseus found when he went to visit Achilles. Maybe the prince of lies and slayer of souls greets him with a rueful, mocking smile, and ushers him through the door from which none return, to the place where any horror imaginable by humans would seem like a blessed relief.

What is a human life worth? When is it justified to kill a man? Which men are we justified in killing? For what ends? Leftists answer these questions quickly, with little hesitation. If you are in their way, your killing is not simply justified, but a beautiful sacrament of cleansing and renewal. Beyond death, the simple dignity of common people was utterly disposable to the youth activists of the Norwegian Labor Party. I won’t cry for them any more than they would cry for me.

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About thrasymachus33308

I like fast cars, fast women and southern-fried rock. I have an ongoing beef with George Orwell. I take my name from a character in Plato's "Republic" who was exasperated with the kind of turgid BS that passed for deep thought and political discourse in that time and place, just as I am today. The character, whose name means "fierce fighter" was based on a real person but nobody knows for sure what his actual political beliefs were. I take my pseudonym from a character in an Adam Sandler song who was a obnoxious jerk who pissed off everybody.
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One Response to Anders Behring Breivik

  1. Robert in Arabia says:

    My feelings exactly.

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