I didn’t really wake up to the Norway massacre until I read today that Gro Harlem Brundtland had been Anders Behring Breivik’s main target:
Norway shooting: killer ‘confirms Gro Harlem Brundtland was main target’
The man who bombed Norway’s capital and gunned down Labour Party youths on an island, killing at least 93, told police he intended to target former Prime Minister Gro Harlem Brundtland, Oslo newspaper Aftenposten said.
I wrote about Brundtland a while back. She’s pretty much everything I’ve come to loathe and detest over the past few years. She’s a) a doctor, b) a left-wing European politician, c) the one-time head of the WHO who helped shift that organisation’s emphasis towards “lifestyle medicine” and smoking bans, d) a UN global warming/climate change emissary, and e) a mobile phone health alarmist (she banned their use in her office). She ticks all the boxes. She’s a complete and utter bastard. So I could well understand somebody wanting to shoot her. Because I couldn’t understand why anyone should want to kill 70 helpless young people trapped on an island. Or even let off a bomb in the middle of Oslo.
“Anders Behring Breivik had plans to come to Utoeya (island) while Gro Harlem Brundtland was visiting on Friday, but claims under interrogation that he was delayed,” Aftenposten reported on Monday, citing unnamed sources.
But then, I’m a smoker, and Brundtland is right at the top of the list of the vicious antismoking thugs who’ve been making life hell for smokers throughout Europe over the past few years. There are probably about 200 million smokers in Europe who would have cheerfully pulled the trigger to blow her away. If Breivik had shot her, personally I would have felt she’d got her just desserts.
But he didn’t. Instead he killed about 100 other blameless people. And he probably wasn’t a smoker anyway. None of the photos of him show him smoking. What got up Breivik’s nose instead was the Islamicisation of Norway, and of Europe.
To be frank, the whole thing simply doesn’t add up. I find it a bit hard to believe that one single person could manage to carry out just one, never mind two, large scale atrocities in a single day. If he could manage two, then why not three, or even four? Yet it seems that he didn’t get his principal target. That’s a bit like Lee Harvey Oswald missing JFK in Dallas’ Dealey Plaza, but gunning down 70 bystanders instead, and then going off to some other town and killing another 10 people there. It’s crazy.
But if this atrocity does nothing else, it indicates the kind of depth of feeling that’s been building. I write principally as an angry smoker who has been watching an ancient and civil and benign culture being crushed, and who has been losing most of his friends in the process. I hate the people who have done this to me and to so many other people. And that hatred is feral.
For other people, however, smoking bans are trivial. They instead object with equal (or greater) intensity to the European Union, and to its Islamicisation, and to ten thousand other insults to everything that they believe in or identify with. And none of them has any more say in any of it than I do. The EU, and Islam, and smoking bans, and climate change legislation, and ten thousand other things are all things that are being done to them against their will, and without their consent, and indeed without any consultation at all, by a political establishment which offers them no choice about any of it. Whatever we may believe in, we are all disenfranchised now.
It’s still possible that there will be some sort of democratic resolution to this deepening crisis, and that our corrupt and deranged political establishment will yet be voted out of office. But if there isn’t, then the only possible outcome is violence, and violence on an enormous and pan-European scale, as ordinary people across Europe set out to rid themselves of a new political aristocracy which is about as representative of their hopes and aspirations as Louis XVI was to most French people in 1791. And it’ll make Anders Behring Breivik’s outing on Saturday look like a picnic.