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Logic schreef:

(Ja, dat stond in de kop van het krantenartikel, hij heeft dat zelf nooit gezegd.) Wilders made him do it!

Citaat:

Eerder werd al bekend dat Anders Behring Breivik de PVV bewonderde. Hij noemde de partij 'de enige echte conservatieve partij die er bestaat'.

sarabande schreef:

Logic schreef:

(Ja, dat stond in de kop van het krantenartikel, hij heeft dat zelf nooit gezegd.) Wilders made him do it!

Uit een artikel in de VK

Citaat:

Eerder werd al bekend dat Anders Behring Breivik de PVV bewonderde. Hij noemde de partij 'de enige echte conservatieve partij die er bestaat'.

Citaat:

Op internet circuleren berichten dat de verdachte van de aanslagen sympathie had voor de idealen van de PVV, die hij de 'enige echte partij voor conservatieven' zou hebben genoemd. In reactie daarop stelde Wilders "dat de dader een gewelddadige zieke psychopaat is" en dat de PVV "alles verafschuwt waar die man voor staat en heeft gedaan".

noordje schreef:

@Ikwashier : link met het verhaal http://www.aftenposten.no/meninger/sign ... 181327.ece

Wat wij hier niet kunnen begrijpen is,waarom het een uur duurde voor die engerd werd opgepakt.
Hij heeft heel 'rustig' dat hele eiland rond kunnen gaan om meer slachtoffers te maken.

Blue_Eyes schreef:

Neuh, dat vind ik kort door de bocht, en ik zal het ook niet aanwenden als argument tegen de PVV, maar het is natuurlijk wel apart dat iedereen in eerste instantie keihard riep dat het wel Al Qaida zou zijn geweest, en dan blijkt dat het juist iemand uit de tegenovergestelde hoek was...

furious schreef:

@lifeofmarit Dat bericht is Noors of maak je een grapje?

Ik kan het ook niet lezen hoor.

Citaat:

Prableen Kaur survived the tragedy of Utøya. This is her story about what happened.

I woke up. I can not sleep more. I'm sitting in the living room. Feeling grief, anger, happiness, God, I do not know what. There are too many emotions. There are too many thoughts. I'm afraid. I react to the slightest sound. I will write about what happened on Utøya. What my eyes saw, what I felt, what I did. The words come straight from the liver, but I would also anonymize many names out of respect for my friends.

We had a crisis meeting in the main building after the explosions in Oslo. After that there was a meeting for members of Akershus and Oslo. After the meetings were many, many people around and in the main building. We consoled ourselves that we were safe on an island. No one knew that hell would break out with us too.


I stood in the main time when panic broke out. I heard shots. I saw him shoot. All started to run. The first thought was: "Why shoot the police on us?
What the hell?! "I ran into the little room. People ran. Screamed. I was scared. I managed to get into one of the rooms at the back of the building. We were many in there. We lay on the floor all together. We heard several shots. Were more afraid. I cried. I knew nothing. I saw my best friend through the window and wondered if I should go out and bring him to me. I did not. I saw fear in his eyes.

We were lying on the floor inside the room for a few minutes. We agreed not to release more in case the killer came. We heard several shots and decided to jump out the window.

Panic broke out among us.

All in the room rushed to the window and tried to jump out. I was the last and thought, "I'm the last to jump out the window. Now I'm dying. I'm sure, but it might be okay, then I know that the others are safe. "I kasket my bag out the window. Tried to managed down, but lost her grip. I landed hard on the left part of the body. A boy helped me up. We ran into the woods. I looked around. "Is he here?
Shoot him for me? Viewing him myself? "
A girl had a broken ankle. Another was severely injured. I tried to help a little bit before I went down to the water. I sought cover behind a sort of brick wall. We were many.

I prayed, prayed, prayed. I hope that God saw me. I called Mom and said that it was not safe we ​​would meet again, but that I would do anything to clear me. I said several times that I loved her. I heard fear in her voice. She cried. It hurt. I sent a text message to my dad, told him I loved him. I sent a text message to another person I am very, very happy in. We were a little contact. I sent a text message to my best friend. He did not answer.

We heard several shots. Snuggled together. Did everything we could to keep warm. There were so many thoughts. I was so scared. My dad called me. I cried, said I loved him. He said he was going with my brother to take me welcome when I come across to the mainland, or they came to the island. There were so many emotions. So many thoughts. I told everything I could. It took some time.
The other called parents eventually started all texting for fear that the killer would hear us. I thought of my sister who's away. How I would tell her how it went? What happened to me. I updated on Twitter and Facebook that I was still alive and that I was "safe." I wrote that I was waiting for the police. People jumped into the water, started swimming.

I was lying.

I decided that if he did, I would play dead. I would not run or swim. I can not describe the fear, all your mind, what I felt.

A man came. "I'm from the police." I was lying. Some shouted back that he had to prove it.

I do not remember exactly what he said, but the killer started shooting. He charged. Extension more. He shot those around me.

I was lying. I think: "Now it's over. He's here. He takes me. Now I'm dying. "People screamed. I heard that others were shot. Others jumped into the water. I was there. The mobile phone in hand. I lay on top of the legs of a girl. Thurs the 2nd was on top of my leg. I was lying.
The insert in text messages. The mobile phone rang several times. I was lying. I played dead. I lay there for at least an hour. It was completely quiet. I gently turned her head to see if I could see someone live. I looked like. I saw blood. Fear.

I decided to get up. I had been lying on top of a dead body. Thurs like lying to me. I had a guardian angel.

I did not know if he would come back again. I had not the courage to look at all those who had called and texted me. I hurried down to the water. I took off my sweater. It was great. I thought it would be difficult to swim to me. I considered whether I should bring my cell phone or leave it again. I put it in his back pocket and jumped into the water.

I saw several others in the water. They had swum far. I saw that someone had gathered around a floating luftbåt or something like that. There were many who picked up those who swam out. I swam, swam, and swam towards the air thing. I screamed. Weep. Was cool. I thought of when I would drown. It was heavier and heavier. I asked. I continued. Was tired arms.
Decided to turn my back and just use your legs to swim on. I sank. I started to swim normally again.

A little while I thought they had gathered around the air boat began to move away. I screamed. Begged them to wait for me. I must have seen visions. I swam at least a few hundred meters before I arrived. We talked a little together. Did what we called, where we came from. When the boats passed us shouting for help, but they picked up the others just swam first. A man in a boat came to us. He threw out several life jackets. I got hold of one. Got it on me. I held on to the small air boat a long time until the same man came back to pick us up.

All got into it. He began to run towards the shore. After a while it started small his boat to take in some water. I did everything I could to get the most water out. I used a bucket. I was exhausted. Another girl in the boat took over.

We came to the country. We got blankets. Tears pressed on. I cried more. A woman hugged me. It was so good.
I wept aloud. I sobbed. A man lent me his phone. I called my dad, "I live. I did it. Now I am safe. "I hung up. Crying more.

We had to walk a bit. Completely unknown people took us into their cars and drove us to Sundvollen hotel. I ran in to see if I could see my best friend. I saw him at any place. I saw a friend. I cried loudly. We hugged each other for long. It was good. I walked around, looking for friends. My heart pounded. I cried more. I signed up with the police, then through all the lists. I did not know about my best friend lived. I looked through all the lists. I could not find his name anywhere. I was scared. I got a duvet. I took off my wet socks. I was half naked. Got a jacket.

I tried to dial a bit. Contacted my parents again. My dad and brother were on their way to fetch me. I drank some cocoa. I sat down. Thought. Weep. So many friends. Hugged them. Weep. I borrowed a computer. Updated the Facebook and Twitter again that I was safe.
I was at the hotel for several hours before my family came. I looked for familiar. I talked to a priest. I told all I had seen. It was a good call. A man from the Red Cross saw all my wounds. Cleanse them.

Time passed.

I was with some of my friends. All talked about the same. How we survived. What had happened. I asked several if they had seen my best friend. No one had seen him. I was scared. I thought that it was my fault because we had not managed to stay together. A friend got the key to a hotel room. We sat there, looked at the news. There was anger, sorrow, so many emotions. My dad called, they had come. I took the elevator down. Run out to them. Hugged my brother and my dad a long time. I wept aloud. My brother was crying too. It was a good moment.

I saw a boy who looked like my best friend. I shouted his name. He turned around. It was him. We hugged each other for long. Both crying, we asked each other how we had managed. After a while, I registered myself and we drove home. Someone else sat in with us. My best friend was with me.
His brother had come to me with his best friend. There were several who had gathered at my home. They would not go home until they had seen that I was fine. We talked a little bit. I drank a glass of juice. Ate a yogurt. Talked some more with my mom and my family. I called my best friend. It was a good call. She said: "I was not sure if I would ever get this phone." Tears pressed on. We talked a little bit. After that I lay. It was three. Mom refused to let me sleep alone, so we slept together.

There have been several hours since all this happened. I'm still in shock. Everything has not fallen into. I have seen the corpses of my friends. Several of my friends are missing. I am glad that I can swim. I am glad that I live. For that God watched over me. There are so many emotions, so many thoughts. I think of all the relatives. In all I lost. In the hell that is and was on the island. This summer's most beautiful fairy tale is transformed into Norway's worst nightmare.

Blue_Eyes schreef:

Neuh, dat vind ik kort door de bocht, en ik zal het ook niet aanwenden als argument tegen de PVV, maar het is natuurlijk wel apart dat iedereen in eerste instantie keihard riep dat het wel Al Qaida zou zijn geweest, en dan blijkt dat het juist iemand uit de tegenovergestelde hoek was...

Blue_Eyes schreef:

Ik zeg ook niet dat het vreemd is dat men dacht dat de aanslag van Al Qaida kwam, sterker nog, ik dacht zelf eerst ook die kant in. Ik zeg wel dat het apart is dat het dan iemand blijkt te zien die de PVV een wel zeer warm hart toedraagt.

Edit: beetje verduidelijkt

Citaat:

''Nederland, dat eeuwenlang een toevluchtsoord was voor vrije denkers, wordt steeds meer een totalitaire staat als een direct resultaat van massa-immigratie in het algemeen en moslimimmigratie in het bijzonder.''

Citaat:

''Misschien stierf Nederlands kans om zichzelf te redden wel samen met Fortuyn. Ik hoop van niet. Ik heb altijd van Nederland gehouden en het zou heel droevig zijn als een natie die er zoveel tijd en moeite in heeft gestoken om de zee buiten te houden, vernietigd zou worden door een vloedgolf van sharia-barbarisme.''

Citaat:

Fortuyn


''Pim Fortuyn werd indirect vermoord door de politieke, culturele en media-elites, waar Theo van Gogh vermoord werd door moslims. Ayaan Hirsi Ali is verdreven uit het land. Het islam-kritische parlementslid Geert Wilders is er nog, maar hij wordt net als Pim Fortuyn een racist genoemd, ontvangt dagelijks bedreigingen van moslims en krijgt niet subtiele hints van de gevestigde orde dat hij zijn kritiek over moslimimmigratie moet afzwakken.''

Citaat:

''Als het Nobelcomité relevant wil blijven, moet het wat veranderingen aanbrengen. De grootste uitdaging voor de wereldvrede op dit moment is niet de wereldwijde opwarming, maar de wereldwijde Jihad. Ik stel daarom voor dat de volgende Nobelprijs voor de Vrede gaat naar Ayaan Hirsi Ali.''

sarabande schreef:

Blue_Eyes schreef:

Neuh, dat vind ik kort door de bocht, en ik zal het ook niet aanwenden als argument tegen de PVV, maar het is natuurlijk wel apart dat iedereen in eerste instantie keihard riep dat het wel Al Qaida zou zijn geweest, en dan blijkt dat het juist iemand uit de tegenovergestelde hoek was...

Het verschil is dat als het iemand met een Islamitische achtergrond zou zijn, een hele bevolking + het geloof de schuld krijgt, en niet de gek die dat geloof als excuus aan wendt.
Terwijl bij een Christen extremist niet gezegd wordt dat de kerk, en de afkomst de schuld is

Citaat:

Ik zie daar niet een fanatiek wilders aanhanger in.

Wilders zelf distancieert zich volledig van deze man en noemt hem terecht een psychopaat.

Ik neem het niet op voor wilders hoor, dat is mijn vriend ook niet. Maar ik vind het altijd vervelend als dit soort dingen aangegrepen worden om ooit in het verleden verloren strijden mbt politieke zienswijzes van nieuwe munitie te voorzien terwijl deze eigenlijk onterecht gebruikt word.