US family tries life without toilet paper

A family in Manhattan NY apparently tries to live their lifes without toilet paper and electricity to make a smaller invironment imprint in the world...

Well that´s comendable. Even though if I worked in the social service; I would snag his kids from him in a heartbeat!

It is mid-afternoon in an airy, lower-Manhattan flat, on the ninth floor of a posh-looking building with a doorman.

It is a bit dark and there are no lights on. There is a strange quiet feel to the flat, perhaps due to the lack of any appliances - no fridge humming, no TV interference, even no air conditioning, though it is hot and humid outside.

Walk into the bathroom, and you will notice that there is no toilet paper, no bottles of shampoo or toiletries.

But you do not mind using that water, pumped up from wells or seas, purified in factorys and the again pumped up to your apartement built in one of the most crowded places in the world? (And my god! I still hope you use soap! Which is made of... Yes that´s right !)

In the kitchen, berries and cheese are laid out on the counter and there are candles on the dining table.

Oh- how do you really think the kithchen got built? How did you get your berries? By taking your SUV to the supermarket? (Ok no- you take your bicykle, but how did that get built? With bicykle power?) Or did you go out in to the woods picking them up your self? How do you think the candles was made- with candle energy?

This is the home of No-Impact Man, aka Colin Beavan, who describes himself on his blog as a "guilty liberal who finally snaps, swears off plastic... turns off his power... and while living in NYC turns into a tree-hugging lunatic who tries to save the polar bears".

Yes I'm shure that the polarbears that has been around for hundreds of thousands of years- through ice ages as well as through warmer periods (we had Midterrenian climate up here in Sweden during the Iron age!) - would give him standing ovations for that!

He has dragged his wife, Michelle, and young daughter Isabella, along for the ride.

As I said earlier- just say the word and I will come and rescue you! No Colin, you will have to rot away in your hellhole!

The concept is that we should have no net environmental impact, which is, of course, technically not feasible," says Colin.

Shit! He´s got a brain after all!

"So the idea is that we would reduce our negative impact and increase our positive impact."

Well not really. You can´t make an positive invironmental impact less than you kill yourself- and even then your decomposing corpse will defoul the invironment! You can make a lesser negative imprint- but that's something completly else. And for your convictions, you let your loved ones freeze. Asshole!

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Food is bought every other day from the nearby farmers' market on Union Square, and put in the hamper without wrapping.

I wonder how he makes his shopping- By magically teleporting the food from the farmer´s market?

Gnnnarrrgh! It goes on and on... Read it for your selves and THINK!

Language- again

I just came home from a trip down town. My son "wanted a hamburger with a toy"! Normally I cook food for him, but this time I thought it would be OK with a McDonalds happy meal.

I stepped in to the line and soon was was waitered by a beautiful girl of middle eastern or south east asian origin.

I made my order and when I was up to pay (she was really chatty- and the food was delivered in just a few seconds) I told her that I wanted to take the food with me. In Swedish it sounds a lot like "I want to take you with me" (Jag vill ta det med mig), especially for someone not famillare with the heavy northern accent I have.

She looked at me for a few seconds, and then asked if I wanted a bag. I said: "Yes please"

I really did not realize the situation, and what I had said before I came home.

She actually asked me if I wanted her to follow me home!
I said: "Noo... I have a back pain, but I can manage, and I´m very flattered."

Well- I would not have minded. But as for a pick up line (and also the place where it was said); I would never have thought in a million years that it would work!

I never had nearly naked teachers

Sheer brilliancy from Bernie over at Planck's constant

The English language

I suppose that Swedes really could be seen as a bilingual people (well in some cases tri- or quadrua languaged people). If a native English speaker comes here he can allmost allways make himself understood.

Very few of the Swedes does not understand English. Some of us might not speak Swedish! Not even those who are born here... Up in northern Lapland there are places where you do not speak Swedish at all. Mieninkieli, Finnish and what we call "rural Finnish" is the prefered ways of communicating in many villages in the outback.

Then we have the LKAB- Finnish. LKAB is the mining company doing underground mining in Malmberget. That language is a pecurilar mix of aincent Finnish mixed up with English, Sami and German. Many Germans and Englishmens made their way up to Lapland during the 16- 1700.

Some people lived and worked their whole life in the mines of Malmberget without ever learning Swedish! To this day!

In the rural villages, it was often common that when kids at the age of seven went to school- they could not speak any Swedish. (I lived my first five years in such a village- luckily, even though my parents was not Swedes- they tought me Swedish at first hand. I never got to learn their countrys languages!).

Often villagers, living just twenty kilometers apart, could barely communicate with eachothers- because of different dialects (or really allmost different languages). TV helped of course. We had a Black and white TV- set with two channels (early 70:s).
That (two channels) was all that you could get back then, it was all state controlled (public service) and I remember my mother calling for us to come and se the kids show at 5:30 and we tried to hide us because the only thing aired at that time was Chekoslovakian or Russian animated clay movies, or Swedish made television programs.

(Staffan Westerberg ruined my childhood.

Vilse i pannkakan (Lost in the pancake) may have been loved by some, and these days the show has something of a cult following. However, bring it up in conversation (apropos the 2007 DVD release, for example) and chances are you'll be met with frightened grimaces and squeaks of unease.
To many 70s kids, including this one, Westerberg's low-low-budget puppet show, was pervaded with a sense of unease and almost dread. The "Big potato" was a domineering and frightening figure with a monstrous wooden head who might appear at any time (sometimes in a painting behind the main protagonist).
Feared by all, loved by none, Storpotäten is the stuff that childhood nightmares are made of.
The pancake world itself is rather depressing, with a raggedy figure desperately trying to fix a boat by a dried out pond, mouse kids watched by a skeleton and rats with names like Lucifer.
On top of that, the two-dimensional parents might pop up at any time, scorning the kid who was supposed to eat the magical - and increasingly dusty - pancake.Finally, it was pretty boring. Westerberg had two modes: unease and dullness. Songs went on forever, "funny" phrases were repeated ad nauseam and you never really had the feeling that the show was going anywhere. Do check it out for reasons of nostalgia and / or curiosity but think twice before exposing your own kids to the pancake world.

Anyway, some years later, we had moved in to Gällivare. An adjacenting town to Malmberget. I was more or less grown up (in my early 20:S). I was at a party near the "Crowcastle". We were a bunch of kids having a really good time. One kid was coming to us from a village about 30 km outside of the town. We all knew this fellow, and allso knew that his sister had an American exchange student living with them. The guy was really interrested in the American girl, but did not know english enough to communicate with her! He was really embarresd about this- so there was much looking down at the floor while scraping his shoe.

He had got her to drive him in to Gällivare, to our party. The whole way he had been thinking of a way to break the ice, not even daring to look at her.

When he finally joined us; he came with a big grin in his face and told us:

"I did it! I finally did it! When we arrived, I stepped out of the car- looked straight in to her eyes and said. Thank you very please!"

The State- The Ugly and The Bad

The Swedish "Lotteriinspektionen" (state gaming board)- has descided, after a judgement in "Regeringsrätten" (high court of Sweden), that internet cafés from now on has to have a gaming permission (because it's possible to connect to gaming sites!)!

Over a night, they have made thousands of internet cafés illegal!

Thing is- to get a gaming permit- you have to pay a lot of money. There are also other restrictions (no buisness with any one under eighteen), which makes it impossible for but a tiny per cent of the soon to be no longer owners of the internet cafeés to stay in buissness!

What about my computer? I can easilly connect to gaming sites if I want to! Do I need a gaming permit?

I know I should not, but I have to say it!

GGGGNnnnnnnAAArrrgggghh!

Islam- Judaism

This year Islam and Judaism's holiest holidays overlapped for 10 days.Muslims racked up 397 dead bodies in 94 terror attacks across 10 countries during this time... while Jews worked on their 159th Nobel Prize.

Stolen from The Religion of Peace

Ahh, yes. How many Nobel prices has muslims been awarded with? Four?

Good for them innit?

Sheesh!

Dan Dennett

16 minute video about Ants, terrorism, and the awesome power of memes.

Steven Pinker

About violence in and throughout our history.

20 minute long video!

Indian Summer

It's 25 c outside. Clear skies and soft southern winds. And I can not get down the stairs to make it outside... Actually, that's a small lie. I just came back from the healthcare station and the farmacy, and I'm now waiting for that codeine to kick in. I found myself asking for mercy- actually begging for mercy- this morning. How about that for an Agnostic?

Does burning bushes leave a smaller CO2 imprint?

Pope to make climate action a moral obligation

How about Leprechauns way of living?
The Boogyemens?

It's still comes down to faith. To believe in something that might or might not exist!
Without no evidence what so ever!

Beliefe can be a wonderful thing. Belive in your children. Belive in your self!

Belive in a god if you want to... Just do not think that you are a morally superior person just because you do!

I belive in YOU!

Pat Condell (video)

Sweden heads world asylum league

Sweden received more asylum applications than any other country in the world apart from the United States in the first six months of this year, with Iraqis making up the bulk of requests.

Yes, but the difference is that Sweden allmost exclusively takes in muslims. Nothing wrong with that- except for the asylum seekers ideology!

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The UNHCR puts the popularity of Sweden down to the country's large Iraqi community and its "strong social network."

"Strong social network" - hmm; that's just another way of saying that you really does not need to work here. As long as you are a muslim of course!
Statistics shows that less than 50% of the muslims in Sweden works. 70-80% of those who do work, does it in the public sector (of course there are a lot of black market working- but that does not really help it at all- huh?). This means that 90-95 % of the muslims are not paying in any net taxes at all! To be honest. Yes, even the black market buissness contributes to Swedens GDP. But is this really the way we want it to be done?
I'm paying for the muslims healthcare, childcare and schooling (aswell as for their food and heat and the freaking ramadam presents- if they give any to eachother...) I do not want to do this! I have enough trouble saving up to that XBOX 360 that my kid (and I) wants!
Ggggnnnaaaaaargh!

Link

Arabian acceptance of multiculture

"Interestingly, the United Nations, in its 2002 Arab Human Development Report, found that the total number of books translated into Arabic each year is no more than 330, or one-fifth of those annually translated in a small country like Greece. Indeed, the total number of books translated into Arabic during the last 1,000 years, since the age of Caliph Al-Ma’moun, (a ninth-century Arab ruler who was a patron of cultural interaction between Arab, Persian, and Greek scholars) to this day is less than those translated in Spain in one year."

Even more intersetingly is that one of the few books that has been translated to arabic- and that are a bestseller year after year in the arab countrys is "Jihad"... Uhum, sorry a slip of my tounge there, I of course ment to say "Mein Kampf"! Same, same...

Link

This makes me sick

Curse of the Janjaweed

Since 2003, Janjaweed bandits have been preying on the women of Darfur. Nobody knows how many they have raped, nobody knows how many pregnancies have resulted from these attacks, or how many babies have been killed by their ‘disgraced’ mothers. But now the women are beginning to speak out.

A s soon as she saw the two darkly clad men riding towards her on camels, their heads and faces swathed in scarves, Nafisa Mohamed knew what she must do. “I told my son and my daughter to run as fast as they could.” The men were the Janjaweed, nomadic Arab bandits who have been slaughtering Darfuri men and raping women, in a military offensive engineered by the Sudanese government. Jinn is Arabic for demon and jawad means horse. Darfuri people will tell you that the Janjaweed are indeed devils on horseback. Nafisa had been living for a year in Kalma camp, which houses about 120,000 Darfuri people who have had their homes destroyed by the Janjaweed. On this day she walked several miles away from the camp with two of her children to collect firewood. When the men approached, she feared they would try to kill her 13-year-old son and rape her 11-year-old daughter, but thought that if she surrendered herself and submitted they wouldn’t bother chasing her children. She knew they might kill her. Certainly they’d rape her.

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Women in Darfur who report rapes are risking their lives and stand more chance of being prosecuted than the rapists. (Earlier this year two women were sentenced to death by stoning for committing adultery, although their sentences have yet to be executed.) In sharia law, a woman needs four male witnesses to testify to a rape. If she is married, reports a rape but doesn’t have these witnesses, she may be prosecuted for adultery and stoned to death. The Khartoum government has always vehemently denied that its soldiers rape women. Because of what one Sudanese human-rights activist describes as the government’s ongoing objection to the focus of rape in Darfur, the official statistics for last year’s rape cases amounted to a paltry seven. The Janjaweed, like the police and the rest of the military, enjoy immunity.

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Goaded by Khartoum’s exhortations of Arab supremacy, the Janjaweed began a brutal and effective system to destroy the Darfuri people. Liaising with the Sudanese air force and army by satellite phone as villages were being shelled, the Janjaweed would then ride in on camel or horseback to finish the carnage. They’d kill the men, rape the women, often in front of their families, then burn down the rest of the villages. As a parting gesture, boy babies might be thrown into the fire. In February 2004, 75 people were killed in the town of Tawilla and more than 100 women raped – some by as many as 14 men; six girls in front of their fathers.

Read it all- and weap...

Ted Bundy Lives: Islamic Terrorists Mimic Notorious Serial Killer

Just a link while I'm trying to heal my back...

Terrorists inflict fear. They are cunning and constantly changing to outwit their enemies. In their ever growing arsenal of minimizing identification, terrorists have taken a page from brutal serial killer Ted Bundy.

The notorious Theodore Robert Bundy was a promising law student who had good looks and charm. Yet, Bundy had a darkness within himself which propelled him to kill young women. Ted was a smart man who liked challenges, and so it was fitting that he chose a most difficult prey to hunt. Instead of killing prostitutes or runaways, Bundy set his sights on pretty, middle class college girls. This was more enthralling for the sadistic murderer. He knew that in order to catch his intended prey, he had to come up with a ruse which would make the girls let down their guards. Thus, he pretended to be injured when he approached them. He wore a cast. He made a big production out of being hurt so his victims would feel sorry for him. In this way, he could get close to the girls while raising less suspicion. Ted was very successful, and the girls paid a horrible price for being compassionate.

Terrorists have taken notice of the sympathy card, and they have smartly decided to play it. They believe in the mantra that people are fundamentally unaware of danger and likely to overlook security risks when dealing with the weak. And this strategy has worked for them. From using the disabled as martyrs, to disguising themselves as medical patients, to crossing into the U.S. illegally with fake Hispanic identities, terrorists study other successful predators and model their behaviors accordingly. Further, they study mass populace reactions and learn which buttons to push to garner pity.
In Iraq, terrorists have used handicapped children as suicide bombers. In fact, a child with Down’s syndrome was used to blow up a polling site in Baghdad. A bomb was placed around the child’s body, and he was marched to the polling location. His handlers then goaded him to walk to the target. But the terrified child paused. He became confused, and as a result, he turned and began walking to the terrorists who had sent him. The infuriated psychopaths immediately detonated the boy, furious that he had failed. At another time, terrorists used another Down’s syndrome child to throw grenades with the hope that U.S. soldiers would kill the boy. They believed that the disabled children would be able to get closer to their targets because people would be naturally less suspicious and even sympathetic to the injured.

Read it all

Mating Season

Lovesick elk dies in car attack

A male elk has died after attacking a car while out for a walk with an elk cow.

The mating couple were strolling along the road near Arbrå in northern Sweden when Hans Paulsen came up behind them in his car.

On seeing the pair, the driver slowed down. But the elk bull did not take kindly to being disturbed during mating season. He turned around to face the car and suddenly started running.

"He came towards me at top speed," said Hans Paulsen, who stopped the car and honked his horn in an attempt to scare off the advancing beast. But the animal had no intention of retreating.

"When he was right in front of me he dropped his head. I pushed myself up against the side of the car and pulled my cap down over my eyes to protect them from shards of glass," said Paulsen.

The elk ran straight into the parked car. Having smashed the windscreen with its face, the animal rolled over and lay down to die, Ljusdals-Posten reports.

Hans Paulsen survived the attack unharmed. His car however was left needing extensive repair work.

Taken from The Local

Soviet flag

I saw this video over at LGF. In it some morones are waving the old Soviet flag. Do they realize that besides religion, the soviet union has killed more people than any other country or ideology? My fathers family had to flee that sorry excuse for a nation during WW II! Soviet communism has killed more people than nazi Germany and fascist Italy put to gether!

But, hey! They are just kids! They will come around...

A good spanking is what they need.

Ggggnnnaaaaargh!

Excalibur

This is too good not to be shared!



Bofors Industries new artillery grenade Excalibur is being used in Afghanistan and Iraq by American forces. The grenade is a new generation weapons platform that allows you to shoot and hit with extreme precision over distances up to 60 km. Here are some information!

That's great! Not only can we Swedes sell artillery ammunition with a cost of 1000 000 kr a piece ($ 166 000)! But they will also actually save lifes, because of the extremly high presicion. So far so good.

(Yeah- We Swedes can make weapons of the highest standards; we just don't use them!)

BUT!

A majority shareholder of Bofors... Is the Swedish state! Allso the buissness itself brings in a lot of tax money. A part of that money is then being used to finance the terrorists! They are calling it "aid", but there is a cleare correlation by the amount of "aid" a certain country gets and the terrorist activities there. There are also clear correlation between the amount of aid money being given and the amount of corruption there are in the country! AND prolonged aid produces poverty (can you sell beef when an other country is handing it out for free?)...

Well, atleast we don't sell Excaliburs to them...

I did not know of this one- Thanks to Turban Bomb

Back in 1667, the Zaporozhian Cossacks defeated a Turkish army that had been sent in to the south of Russia. In spite of his defeat, the Turkish Sultan, Mehmed IV, sent a letter to the Cossacks, demanding their surrender.

The letter went like this:
As the Sultan; son of Muhammad; brother of the Sun and Moon; grandson and viceroy of God; ruler of the kingdoms of Macedonia, Babylon, Jerusalem, Upper and Lower Egypt; emperor of emperors; sovereign of sovereigns; extraordinary knight, never defeated; steadfast guardian of the tomb of Jesus Christ; trustee chosen by God himself; the hope and comfort of Muslims; confounder and great defender of Christians—I command you, the Zaporozhian Cossacks, to submit to me voluntarily and without any resistance, and to desist from troubling me with your attacks.

A reply was written:

Zaporozhian Cossacks to the Turkish Sultan!
O sultan, turkish devil and damned devil's kith and kin, secretary to Lucifer himself. What the devil kind of knight are you, that can't slay a hedgehog with his naked arse? The devil shits, and your army eats. You will not, you son of a bitch, make subjects of Christian sons; we've no fear of your army, by land and by sea we will battle with thee, fuck your mother.You Babylonian scullion, Macedonian wheelwright, brewer of Jerusalem, goat-fucker of Alexandria, swineherd of Greater and Lesser Egypt, Armenian pig, Podolian thief, catamite of Tartary, hangman of Kamyanets, and fool of all the world and underworld, an idiot before God, grandson of the Serpent, and the crick in our dick. Pig's snout, mare's arse, slaughterhouse cur, unchristened brow, screw your own mother!So the Zaporozhians declare, you lowlife. You won't even be herding Christian pigs. Now we'll conclude, for we don't know the date and don't own a calendar; the moon's in the sky, the year with the Lord, the day's the same over here as it is over there; for this kiss our arse!

Thats what I call diplomacy!
Read it all here.

Islamists push for boycott of Swedish firms

While I'm working- Just a link.

Here!

Video: Being an Apostate in Britain

This is a video that I snapped up over at LGF.

Here

The interresitng thing about this video, is that a supposidly "moderate" muslim cleric, in the end says (something like this):

"It's only 33 % of the muslims that says that apostates should be killed. It could be worse- it could be 95%!"

Well that makes me feel a lot better!

How many per cent of the christians would feel the need to kill someone that converted to islam? Jews? Buddhists?

Yeah!

It's sort of sayingt that it was OK that only 33% of the Jews in the world was murdered during world war 2!

Gggggnnnaaaaaaarrrrgh!

Now I have to go and have a lie down.

A tale of two sides-Fog of war

We were going out on a footpatrol. It was almost pitch dark. We were a reduced tem of five men. We knew the enemy would be present in the area we were going to and through. We were a reecon troup, consisting of a team leader, a machine gunner a designated marksman (me) and two privates. My rifle was close to useless (because of no nightvision goggles), So I had to rely on my teammates pretty much. I was there because I was a good navigator and because I could- and would- carry a lot of weight.

Making way through forest terrain in the dark without making to much sound is hard enough in daytime. At night it's a order of a magnitude harder. It means that you move about very slowly, and making your way just a couple of hundred meters could take hours. I was pointman the whole time. The psyghological aswell as the physical stress of walking point made me sweat. I could have been standing under a shower- thats how it felt; even though the nighttime temperature was just a couple of degrees over the freezing point.

We were on pretty high altitude, making the effort even harder. We had some waypoints to go through and finding them in the darkness without the help of a compass or a map (we did not dare light a flashlight) was very hard.

At last we made it through to the last waypoint. We had not made any contact on the way. The team leader wanted to report in to base about our progress. We could not make any contact with the base. because of radio shadow. We were now in some sort of a valley or an old riverbed. Our teamleader descided to climb up one of the "riverbanks" ´to try to make contact and took the two privates with him.

I and the machinegunner hid ourselves beside the dirtroad (that was now giong through the river sink). Waiting for our fellow soldiers to come back.

Suddenly we heare footsteps on the road. The enemy clearly was well organized, but not wery good soldiers as they were all walking on the road in march beat. The sound from their boots could be heard from a long way off. By the sound of it I estimated the enemys to be of team siezed (around eight men). We layed silent in the bushes. When they had passed I was sweating even more. We were in a combat zone, where we officially had nothig to do in. If we were discovered- we're toast.

After five minutes or so we hear the noice of people trying to sneak through the woods to our left. Apparently the enemy forces had seen our comrades on the ridge and now was trying to sneak back to take them out. We had strict orders not to open fire if we allready had not been shot on. They were coming our way! We crept down and tried not to breathe. But they were coming right at us! When they were only an estimated ten meters from us, the machinegunner on my left suddenly yells;

"Who's there?"

It took a couple of seconds before the other side reacted. At first they just shouted, but then a shot went off from their side. A fraction of a second later, both I and the machinegunner opened fire.

In the stroboscopic light from the muzzelflash of the MG I could see the enemy running about, running for cover, falling down, like in a really low- budget stop motion animated movie...

I shot at them blindly- my scope useless. After a world of eternity, the machinegunner shouted that he was out of (linked) ammo. I had only one mag left (The rest was in my backpack). It was time to get the hell out of Dodge. I'm not shure to this day if any of the enemy was KIA, either by me or by the machinegunner. But he had fired off 200 rounds and I managed to get off 90! And when we ran off no shots were being fired from the other side.

We later met up with the rest of the team and had quite a adventurous march back home. But that's a story for another time.

Be good now!

Dave Allen

While I'm still on hold; be shure to watch all Dave Allen's videos over at youtube. There are so many things stand up comedians of today have nicked from him. He was a true pioneer.

Giving up smoking

Dave Allen on the Vagaries of the English Language

Dave Allen on STRESS, DISCIPLINE & NIGHT FEARS

Daily "Pussy"

Stupidity gets on my nerves but my blood really boils when this stupidity is mired by ugliness. This is what Daily Kos does to me. These guys simply make me want to vomit.

The last things I expected is them gleeing over the death of Abdul Sattar Abu Risha, the Anbar tribal leader who was killed by Al-Qaeda for leading the region’s oppositon to these mass murderers. These people at Daily Kos just make me sick. Isn’t so hard to differentiate between their hatred to George Bush and a man who lost his life simply because he doesn’t want Al-Qaeda to rule his area. What did you want Risha to do? Join Al-Qaeda and kill American soldiers?

Daily Kos, you amaze me at how low you can get. You’re utterly disgusting.

And why is this post titled Daily “Pussy”? Because “kos” is Arabic slang word for pussy. How fitting.

Taken from The Big Pharaoh

Correlation between "Palestinian" violence and aid.

I'm still very busy. So this is just a link. Brainteaser.

These statistics do not mean that foreign aid causes violence; but they do raise questions about the effectiveness of using foreign donations to promote moderation and combat terrorism. The graphs reveal that the increased budgetary aid to the Palestinian government after the start of the second Intifada in September 2000 was accompanied by a corresponding increase in the number of Palestinian homicides in 2001 and 2002. After mid-2002, Israeli countermeasures against suicide bombers began to reduce the number of Israeli dead. By August 2003, the first portion of the security barrier was in place, leading to a rapid decline in homicides in 2003. The appointment of Salam Fayyad, a moderate technocrat, to the finance ministry in late 2002 also resulted in reduced aid as Israeli tax revenue was restored to the Palestinian government. While Israeli countermeasures reduced the number of Israeli victims, Palestinian factional violence took an ever increasing toll. When including Palestinian victims of Palestinian violence as well as Israeli victims, the correlation between aid and homicides continues beyond 2003.

Allahballahsvineojihad- Again!

"Iran wants "peace and friendship for all," the country's president said Wednesday while again denying Western assertions his nation is pursuing nuclear weapons and trying to destabilize Iraq."

Well Mr President. Why not start with giving peace and friendship for the Iranian people for starters?

But Mahmoud Ahmadinejad took a hard line against Israel, calling it "an invader" and saying it "cannot continue its life."

Ahh! There was a catch after all! Surprise, surprise...

Asked if Iran had launched a proxy war in Iraq -- something the U.S. ambassador and top military commander there both asserted this week -- Ahmadinejad said the United States is merely seeking a scapegoat for its failing campaign in Iraq.

So all those Iranian made weapons that is used for killing American troops aswell as an even larger portion of the Iraqian people just magically teleported themselves into Iraq?!

[...]

As for allegations that Tehran is pursuing a nuclear weapon, Ahmadinejad said he resents the notion that Iran "has to obey whatever was put to us" and asked why there is no similar furor over American and British nuclear programs.

Yeah! Go for it Allahballahsvineojihad. As far as I know neither USA or Great Britain (or Israel for that matter), has wowed the extermination of another country! - As you have!

Read all the rest of the bovine manure here.

Pachelbel Rant

This is a repost- but it's to good to be missed!
Video

Eddie Izzard

The funniest transvestite in the town!

Video here; Darth Vader.

This guy is... well unbelivable

Listen to this

Then go and watch the rest here!

Pretend to be a Time Traveler Day

Guys, it's time for Pretend to be a Time Traveler Day

You must spend the entire day in costume and character. The only rule is that you cannot actually tell anyone that you are a time traveler. Other than that, anything's game. There are three possible options:

1) Utopian/cliché Future - "If the Future did a documentary of the last fifty years, this is how badly the reenactors would dress." Think Star Trek: TNG or the Time Travelers from Hob. Ever see how the society in Futurama sees the 20th century? Run with it. Your job is to dress with moderately anachronistic clothing and speak in slang from varying decades. Here are some good starters: - Greet people by referring to things that don't yet exist or haven't existed for a long time. Example: "Have you penetrated the atmosphere lately?" "What spectrum will today's broadcast be in?" and "Your king must be a kindly soul!" - Show extreme ignorance in operating regular technology. Pay phones should be a complete mystery (try placing the receiver in odd places). Chuckle knowingly at cell phones.

2) Dystopian Future - This one offers a little more flexibility. It can be any kind of future from Terminator to Freejack. The important thing to remember is dress like a crazy person with armor. Black spray painted football pads, high tech visors, torn up trenchcoats and maybe even some dirt here or there. Remember, dystopian future travelers are very startled that they've gone back in time. Some starters: - If you go the "prisoner who's escaped the future" try shaving your head and putting a barcode on the back of your neck. Then stagger around and stare at the sky, as if you've never seen it before. - Walk up to random people and say "WHAT YEAR IS THIS?" and when they tell you, get quiet and then say "Then there's still time!" and run off. - Stand in front of a statue (any statue, really), fall to your knees, and yell "NOOOOOOOOO" - Stare at newspaper headlines and look astonished. - Take some trinket with you (it can be anything really), hand it to some stranger, along with a phone number and say "In thirty years dial this number. You'll know what to do after that." Then slip away.

3) The Past - This one is more for beginners. Basically dress in period clothing (preferably Victorian era) and stagger around amazed at everything. Since the culture's set in place already, you have more of a template to work off of. Some pointers: - Airplanes are terrifying. Also, carry on conversations with televisions for a while. - Discover and become obsessed with one trivial aspect of technology, like automatic grocery doors. Stay there for hours playing with it. - Be generally terrified of people who are dressed immodestly compared to your era. Tattoos and shorts on women are especially scary.

And that's it. Remember, the only real rule is staying in character and try to fit in. Never directly admit you're a time traveler, and make really, really bad attempts at keeping a low profile. Naturally, the dystopian future has a little more leeway. And for the record, I've already tried out all of these in real life, in costume. It is so much fun you want to pee yourself. I've set the tentative date for December 8th. Who's in?

Alive Day

A HBO documentary 57 minutes long- but well worth watching!
Go here!

A moment of silence

I'm (after this) taking a silent moment, remembering all those that lost their lifes six years ago.
May they rest in peace.

I remember the day!

I will not forget!

I will not forgive!

I will fight!

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No free lunches?

I was looking over some of my old posts and found this one.
In a comment Yankee Doodle says :

"With one President who isn't beholden to Big Oil and Big Islam, and we could have fusion energy on-line in a couple of years, with renewable fuels being made in America's corn belt, and our fuel dollars going to American families and American businesses instead of to sponsors of Holy Terror.Your comments are worth considering, but don't write off the environmentalists completely."

It's very true- except for the environmentalist thing. If it's anything that stops us right now from developing useful fusion energy, then it is the environmentalists! In Sweden they have made it forbidden! To even THINK about such technology! Yes, that's right. There's laws forbidding you from doing any research about nuclear energy- fission or fusion...

At the same time, our oil dependency is getting ever larger. We are shutting down nuclear powerstations and opening up new oil powerstations, and at the same time importing more and more power from nuclear powerstations abroad aswell as from fossile fuel burning power stations over at the continent!

Does this make any sense?

At the same time, the socialists want's to keep the rest of the nation in an oildepenency because that's where they get their voters from!

Ponder this!

Where would the world be right now without socialists, environmentalists and islamists (same thing really)?
We would be living in paradise on earth!

Lucy in the sky with diamonds

Apparently astronomers has discovered a diamond that is the size of 1 up to 33 (a 1 with 33 zeroes behind it) carates! It is an old burned up star, a cryshtalized withe dwarf...

I wonder if that rock would be enough for any woman?

Hillary and Castro has been blessed with five little ones!

A pair of crocodiles in the Skansen Zoo (SWE), has seen the hatching of the five little ones. (Anyone want to name the hatchlings?)

I'm not joking- the loving pair of crocks are really named Castro and Hillary!

Airline sacrifices goats to appease sky god

KATHMANDU (Reuters) - Officials at Nepal's state-run airline have sacrificed two goats to appease Akash Bhairab, the Hindu sky god, following technical problems with one of its Boeing 757 aircraft, the carrier said Tuesday.

Nepal Airlines, which has two Boeing aircraft, has had to suspend some services in recent weeks due the problem.

The goats were sacrificed in front of the troublesome aircraft Sunday at Nepal's only international airport in Kathmandu in accordance with Hindu traditions, an official said.

The snag in the plane has now been fixed and the aircraft has resumed its flights," said Raju K.C., a senior airline official, without explaining what the problem had been.

Local media last week blamed the company's woes on an electrical fault. The carrier runs international flights to five cities in Asia.

It is common in Nepal to sacrifice animals like goats and buffaloes to appease different Hindu deities.

Errr... OK! But I think I will choose an other airline company the next time I visit Nepal!

And they say...

I wonder if a jihadist would take the same care? I wonder if they would even care?
I'm with the troops! - Allways!

A Dutch woman's FARC diaries

Well, she learned her lesson, it seems! Maybe terminally so...
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Want this?

Taken from Shiva's and K9's blog.

But I must say, that the person in the blue burqa has a suspicioulusly large hand!

(It is obviously photoshopped, but the symbolic message is still there).

The following is a Swedish pun:

Allah ska med!

DTP Mayor Faces Charges for building Kurdistan-Shaped Public Swimming Pool

And here we go again... Sigh!

Court proceedings are under way against the DTP Mayor of the Municipality of Kayapinar in Amed Zulkuf Karatekin, and four others, for building a public swimming pool in the shape the supposed Kurdistan.

Karatekin failed to attend an initial hearing at Amed 6th High Criminal Court and gave no reason for his absence. Mehmet Gundogan, a contractor, Mustafa Sencar, a scientific supervisor with Kayapınar Municipality, Ahmet Sis, a civil engineer and parks controller, and agricultural engineer Mehmet Askeri Kelekçiler were all present at the hearing. The accused rejected claims made against them. The court decided on the forced attendance of Mayor Mr. Zulkuf Karatekin at future hearings. The court also demanded an example of a map of the supposed Kurdistan from Amed Police Department. /

The thing is that Turkey does not recognize any Kurdistan "nation"!
How can they then oppose of the shape of a swimmingpool?
And this is a nation that is soon to be incorporated in to EU...
Doublesigh!

Don't Flash Swedish Flag in Swedish School Photo

Don't waste any time here. Go over to Turban Bomb instead for this post!

Iran seals its doors tighter against the West

From the Herald tribune:

TEHRAN: Rents are soaring, inflation has been hovering around 17 percent and 10 million Iranians live below the poverty line. The police shut down 20 barbershops for men in Tehran last week because they offered inappropriate hairstyles and women have been banned from riding bicycles in many places, as a crackdown on social freedoms presses on.

These people are bathing in the black gold that is litterally flowing out of the earth. They could live in paradise on earth, but chooses to live in hell- waiting for the 72 virgins (or rasins) (what kind of reward do muslim women get? Of course some of them will be happy with their reward when and if they enter Paradise) Remeber that islam is a fatalistic reli... oops, sorry- Ideology.

For months now, average Iranians have endured economic hardship, political repression and international isolation as the nation's top officials remain defiant over Iran's nuclear program.

Well- Which islamic nation has not got hyperinflation, political repression and does not isolate themselves towards the rest of the world? There is a reason of why the US Dollar and theEuro is hard currency in the ME!
[...]
President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad's economic missteps and the animosity generated in the West by his aggressive posture on the nuclear issue have helped his government stymie what it sees as corrupting foreign influences by increasing the country's economic and political isolation, economists, diplomats, political analysts, businessmen and clerics said in interviews over the past two weeks.

Yes! Echonomic and political isolasation aswell as protectionism has worked wonders during the history! - Errr... Not! Look at any former or remaining communistic states. Or why not USA under Peanuts administration?

Read the rest.

Vares Part VII

In the same crazy tempo, we continue on our way (patrolling) in Vares the next couple of days. Nordbat is no longer negotiating about "the freedom of movement" that UN has their right to according to agreements done between the UN and the combating forces. Who ever stands in our way- we roll over. Orders by Col Henricsson is "Emediate use of deadly force- if someone does!" In his own words; "We fired off the warning shots last Thursday!"

During the coming three days, we get just a couple of hours of sleep. What little sleeptime we get- is usually in our dug- in defensive battle positions outside the camp. The only thing keeping us from freezing to death is our sleeping bags. We eat frozen Hotch- Potch, that we hacks free from big conserves. My fork bends because of the force used to do this.
Then somebody realizes that we are paying in beneficary taxes to the state for the "free food and housing" we are getting! Just as much as if we were staying at the Scandic Hotel in Alingsås, munching down Entrecote!!

The Canadian troops that we got as "reinforcement". Thought from the first day that we were crazy, and bailed out when they thought the situation was getting too dangerous! A couple of days later a company from the French Foreign Legion comes and reinforces our troops.

The foreign UN- Generals, that earlier on had been sceptical of the Nordbat 2:s involvement in the conflict, changed their minds totally after Vares. Some comrades of mine, a few days after the events, escorted Ulf Henricsson to the UN head quarters in Kiseljak outside of Sarajevo.

In the old olympic hotel that now housed "BH Command", there were (now) a big mess hall. When a few Swedish soldiers Lead by Col Henricsson walks in and stands at the back of the chow line; everybody else in the mess hall- from Privates to Generals- suddenly- spontaniously gives them a standing ovation!

Nordbat 2 had now made a name for themselves in Bosnia!

The Brittish General and the UN- forces commander in Bosnia, Sir Michael Rose, earlier the commander of the 22 SAS regiment (and at first- one of the strongest critics of the Swedish forces precense), later wants to include the Swedish battalion in a rapid response force, ment to be deployed in "special situations", anywhere in Bosnia. The Swedish government denies his request. Sir Michael Rose, at home, later writes in a debate article that the Swedish soldiers were shining examples of that a conscript system still could produce soldiers of highest international class.

One of the "suicidal" journalists on place in Vares was Anthony Lloyd- himself a combat veteran from Northern Ireland and the Gulf war of 1991. In his book "My war gone by, I miss it so" he writes the following about the Swedes:

”The men inside (the APC) might have been UN but they were playing by a completely different set of rules.

They were Swedes; in terms of individual intelligence, integrity and single-mindedness I was to find them among the most impressive soldiers I had ever encountered.

In Vares their moment had come.”

(This is the final part of "Vares")
The original can be found here.

I think this is a very "good" story, in the sense that it's an important record of historical events (if I may be so bold to call it "historical"). As I stated in the first post; there are a lot of editimg done throughout the series. Mainly because of me having problems with the translation. Swedish is not allways very easy to translate to English. Mainly because of my non- knowledge of the finer nuansces in the English language, but also because of some Swedish (and ceartainly the specialized military prose that are used by the author) expressions. I'm shure that somebody else could have done a translation more closer to the original- as I also could have done- given more time. But the facts are still true to the letter! And I think the true story is still there- just as important! I hope you have all enjoyed the series. And I also hope that it have made you think if only for a second...

Be good now!

Vares part VI

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... The whole village was completely destroyed. , only some cattle and a single cat had escaped the devastation. Smoke was billowing out of house foundations. The water was bizzarly enough still running out of blown up water pipes. A lone yellow child rubber boot was laying at the sloap behind one of the houses. I'm still to this day wondering what happened to that child, who only a day or so ago was happily playing around in the village. Maybe the child was one of the little girls that was said to have been burned alive; poured over with petrol, just for the enjoyment of their murderers.

Col Henricsson mounted the SISU. We were now going back to Pominci to question the surviving refugees about what had happened. We were all strung up. A HVO soldier now was not worth a dime for us! The possible respect we had earlier had for them was now gone in the wind! When we are driving out through the southern inroad to Stupni Do, we find that HOV had mined the viaduct under the railroad that we had to pass. On the other side of the viaduct the mech platoon that had been delegated the southern inroad were waiting. Col Henricsson gives the nearest HVO soldier a raging trashing. The HVO soldier trembeling defends himself with "I'm only a soldier [executing orders]. He still refuses to disarm the mines. So we instead drives up the hill and over the railway. In the middle of the ranger classification yard we wave at the mech platoon going the other way.

We are again stopped at the checkpoint we had rolled over earlier that day. The HVO is determined not to be rolled over again, and has placed [anti armour] mines on the road. An even more raging Col Henricsson, jumps out of the APC with the translator Ekenheim. He tells them to " Move the mines away, or we will blow your heads off!" He points at my heavy MG. the sights is right on the forehead of an HVO soldier, and by the expression on his face, it must have looked the zise of a haubits. Ekenheim simultaniously translates Henricssons raging bashing. Funnily enough with the same animated hand gestures.

Every one in the APC is standing in the hatches with their weapons pointing at the checkpoint personel. One soldier is even standing prone on the roof of the SISU, assault rifle unsafed. Our grim facial expressions is a telltale of our determination. The HVO soldiers sees this and no one of them dares to touch their weapons.
Nordbat does not negociate any more today!

When nothing happened; Col Henricsson picks up one of the mines himself from the road and carelessly throws it against a pile of tyres standing against a wall. He picks up a second one, that one is thrown the same way. Then- as a final insult- he makes the commander of the checkpoint carry the last one away himself. With a bent back, the HVO soldier lurches away with it in his hands. The road is clear, and we continue our way...
To be continued...

Vares part V

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... Suddenly Col Ulf Henricssons Jeep comes out of nowhere. The short statued but oh- so powerful Colonel steps out starts yelling out orders to us Swedes aswell as to the HVO solders. The HVO soldiers looks at him in surprise. Suddenly Henricsson is dominating the situation- as only a man of his calibre can. He disarms the situation completly. We just ride away. Left behind is the croatian soldiers with mouths gaping!

We return to the camp to report about what the refugees of Stupni Do had told us.
Descision; Now we will go in to the village! Two mechanised platoons from the eight and the tenh companies are chosen out for the mission. For the first time in a very long time Swedish troops gets the order to be prepared to take grounds in an offensive. The platoons is divided between taking the northern and the southern inroads to Stupni do and takes off.

At the same time we take Col Henricsson to the Bobovac brigade's HQ. There the Croatians are told that they get one last chance to let us in volontarily, otherwise we would go there anyway!

I'm not shure about what exact word were exchanged, but their commander comes out, taking his Waz Niva and driving ahead of the convoy to see that we were let through to the village.

Quite undramaticly wee meet up with the other mech platoon that had taken the northern inroad. There there are also a armored Jeep with a suicidal TV-tem in it. Col Henricsson descides to use the moment given and invites the TV- team to come along and document what has happened. Henricsson walks together with the TV- team, in front of our SISU when we were slowly rollong in to the village of Stupni Do.

Not a house in the village had been spared. Everything had been blown up, burned and destroyed! At first sight the village seems to be copletly empty of humanbeings, but just after a couple of minutes we find the charred remains of a human. After a closer look, we finds around 20 more dead bodies, among them a child about 8-10 that apparently had been kicked to death. Three womans that had tried to hide in a cellar had had their throats cut- and had been shot in their heads. They were still holding each others hands. Later when pioneers were lifting out the bodies, they discovered that one of the womans had been booby trapped with a handgranade in her armpit. Luckily it just fell down on the floor without detonating...

... To be continued

Vares part IV

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A Croatian military police, apparently in charge, came over with some companions to negotiate. He had 25 notches on the butstock of his AK 47- one for every kill he had made. Major Ekberg and the translator Ekenheim dismounted the SISU and started a discussion with the Croats. It was tense, very tense. After a while the aituation seemed to lighten up. We thought it was allright. But then- shure as a bill in the mailbox- a psycho HVO soldier comes driving in a white WV golf, stops, and gets out.

He is crazy as hell. Takes one of the LAW:s from the hands of an other soldier and points it at the second SISU ready to fire it off. In a moment the situation escalated, and I thought "Damn- This is it!"

It was one of those moments in ones life when time is standing still. I looked into the eyes of the Croatian soldier that I had in the sights of my 12,7 mm MG and I saw that he understood what was about to happen.

"I'm pressing in the trigger now!"

But a fraction of a second before the projectiles from my heavy MG would have ripped open the Croatian soldiers chest- one of the other Croatian soldiers downed the crazy guy with a straight right, and took away the LAW from him. I eased off on the trigger and felt that I had had it right on the triggerpoint. So damn close! Maby it would not be any killing after all?

Everybody took a breath of relief. If the man would have fired the LAW- then it would all had ended with only us or the Croatians remaning standing up. I felt my legs shaking. A part from the psychological strain and a part from having to stand up for half an hour in the same strained position.

The crazy guy left the place- if possible- even angrier accompanied by the squeeling from the tyres of his car.

The Croatian soldier that I had in my sights did not like me pointing my weapon on him and changed position. I followed him with the barrel. He showed with clear gestures that he felt provoced. I could not care less. We stared right in to each others eyes. Non of us wanted to be the one loosing this psyghological eye- wrestling. Suddenly in the middle of it all- I leaned out behind my MG and gave him a blink and a smile. I won the battle! He got so disturbed by this that he started to trample around like a dizzy hen...

To be continued...

Vares part III

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I will never forget the feelings and facial exprssions we were met by in Pominici. People desperatly looking for family members. The relief in the faces of those that found their loved ones. And the grief displayed by those that found none. I on the other side had now got a reciept of our precense there not only being motivated. It was absolutely nessescary.

Now it was time to get back to the camp. It sowed up to be harder than we expected. The HVO now knew what we had done. They did not like that we had "chosen sides" by helping the refugees. It was apparently also contradicting UN guidelines.
At one checkpoint in the south outskirts of Vares we were stopped. Major Ekberg asked for advice over the radio.
Ulf Henricsson himself answered the call:

"This is Viktor Lima One. Are there any mines there?"
"That's a negative!"
"Then give them two minutes, after that roll over the bastards"
That was the first- but not the last checkpoint crushed by the Nordic Battalions armored vehicles!

We were running the gauntlet through Vares before atlast we were stopped in the middle of the town by soldiers with RPG:s. Four soldiers with LAW:s stood with their weapons pointing at the convoy. The atmosphere of the encounter was so tense, that any missguided movement could have made all hell brake loose. Standing at the heavy machine gun at the front vehicle, I realised that I was probably the first to fall. My machine gun was furthermore attached to a aerial protection stative with no armor to protect me. I was an easy target. At the same time I realised that my weapon was the only thing that could save our bacon if the shit hit the fan. I started to prepare for my death by giving orders and giving out targets for the others in the APC. The most important thing, was that someone would take over my weapon- not if- but when i was killed!

To be continued...

Vares- Part II

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Early next morning, we did a new try to help the refugees. This time we brought two ambulance SISUS and a third weaponized escort/guard SISU. The chief for the group was Major Daniel Ekberg. We again negotiated ourselfs through the checkpoints, and went back to the place we had been last night. There we stopped in a valley between two mountains. We signaled with our powerful hornes and our interpreter Ruzdi Ekenheim shouted out through the megaphone that we were from UNPROFOR and was there to help! Nothing happened. If the refugees was there, they were to afraid of us to show themselfs. Twenty minutes went by, and we had to leave. If the HVO would find us there- then we would be in the crappers.

But then, when we had given up all hope; we heare the calls for help from a woman in the forest. By and by 25 frozen and shocked pieces of humanbeings came towards us. One of the womans had died during the night, but we had no chance of taking her with us. We had to leave her there.

A qute girl in her twenties throws herself crying around the neck of Ekenheim. She tells us that she had been forced to watch when her family got killed. Her boyfriend- who was walking with crutches after an earlier wound- was also killed before her eyes. She was told that "If she as much as felled a single tear, she would also be killed". After that she was raped and then thrown in to a house with a bunch of other people. The door was then barricaded and the house were set on fire.

Their sudden escape got probable because one of them found a sledghammer in the house, and could brake up a hole at the back of the house, running for the woods at the backside of the house.

In the middle of our reascue of the refgugees, a minibus full of Croatian HVO- soldiers comes running at us in high speed! I pointed my heavy machinegun towards them. I did not have to fire off the warning round that I had intended to do. By sheer fright when they saw the weapon they drow off the road. We let the trembling soldiers walk a way with two other HVO soldiers that had been captured in the other end of the convoy.

When we had asured us that we had got with us all the refugees, and loaded them in our allready crowded SISU:s. We drowe back down to the village Pominici, on the Bosnian side of the frontline. Our SISU was so full of people that I had to stand on one leg the whole trip. Not being able to creep down behind the machinegun made me feel like a glow in the dark target for the Croatian snipers.

To be continued...

Vares

(This is a translation by me of a Swedish soldiers experiences in Vares- As always, everything wrong is my fault!) There are some refrasing, cut-outs and editing. Mainly because of translating problems, and I have left out some of the text because I thoght it did not get the story anywhere; but also because of the sheer volume of text. This is a story written by Unicorn- and he is the one to be credited for it!



"I served in the fall of 1993 as a heavy machingunner with Nordbat 2, guard and escort platoon. By the end of September our outfit vere sent acutely to aid 8:th pskkomp (Mechanized company) to their area at Vares. This because several APC.s had been intermingeled in fighting with units from the HVO. Also the camp had been under fire several times.



The atsmosphere there were frightful and threatening. No civilians moved about at all in the outsides. Ant it was alway close, very close that we lost controll over the situation. (If we had any to begin with.)

We were a couple of hundred Swedes facing a whole Croatian brigade.

Houses were on fire every where in Vares and the surroundings, but from one of the battalions OP:s we discovered (saw) the light of fire from one of the mountainsides that could be something even worse. It seemed that a whole village was burning. Croatian forces though, had roadblocks, hindering any access to the village.

Units from the Swedish battalion had been attacked on a number of times by "unnkown combattants". Sometimes fire where exchanged. The whole situation was like balancing on a line. Most of the SISU- APC:s had tyres taken from lesser prioritised vehicles. The tyres had been shot and blown up so many times, that there were no spares. Now there were trucks standing at the camp without wheels.

The "feelings" between the Swedish forces and the Croatian ones was not really the best! But yet there were no "formal" fighting taking place. But to enter the burning village would mean an open confrotaition with the HVO. The Swedish forces, was as I erlier stated, just a couple of hundred strong. Facing the whole Croatian Bobovac brigade!

A refugee took himself to the Swedish camp, and told us that the burning village had been faced with tremendous atrocities. The villages name was Stupni Do. Rumors said that some 40 villagers had run into the forest. Right into the frontline.

Together with the commander of the battalion and some staff members, we took our SISU to go and look for the villagers. It was dark, houses were burning around us, and we were going to the frontlines. A couple of times, we managed to negotiate us through HVO checkpoints.

We looked for the villagers with night goggles, but could'nt find them. After a while, we thought that we had found the place were thy were hiding- a spooky cemetary- placed on the steep mountainside. But we did'nt find anyone and could'nt do much more in the pitch- black darkness. So we went back to the base to catch a couple of hours of sleep.

At the camp, we found everybody at their combat stations (eldställningar). 8:th company had dug in in a valley. A nightmare to defend! A letter during the day had been delivered, where threats were made "to attack the base". It was freezing cold outside. The only thing that had not frozen over was the mud, which reached up well over your ankles. The fog was thick. Making it impossible to see more than 50 meters or so.

... To be continued

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Anticant!

"Whether or not Voltaire actually said that he tolerated everything except intolerance, there's more than enough intolerance abroad these days to keep would-be tolerators busy!"

He is really to good to be true!
I really wish I could sit down with him and have a conversation.
Over a pint and some nice fish! (And maby a fine, smokey Scotch)!
Too bad the language barriers probably would set a wall between us...

But anyway, Anticant, You'll always be in my mind!