Please refrain from blackops, even opposed to the current Iranian government.

Hijacking the uprising is only hurting. Keep the focus on verifying and multicasting news, pictures, video and other kinds of information from the inside - put personal sentiments aside for a later moment. This is about supporting the call for self-determination, for iranian democracy, against dictatorship - calling for a complete deposition of the iranian state is merely foolish and will get people murdered.

Please do expose bad apples and blackops in our midst - they are trying to look like one of us but are allways trying to instigate violence and provocative actions which will lend murderers an excuse to crush the people. Do not advocate violent actions of any form! Do not advocate provocative protests that infringe on other peoples individual liberty or deliberatly insult core religious beliefs.

We are the unknown masses, we are legion, we will eventually win.

Så snakker vi uttalelser fra David Irving.

I følge http://www.aftenposten.no/nyheter/iriks/article3093380.ece sier han på TV2:

Slik jeg leser disse dokumentene avslører de at to glidefly med britiske kommandosoldater kom til Rjukan 19 november 1942. Det ene glideflyet styrtet, det andre forsvant. Fra det flyet som klarte å lande, ble 20 kommandosoldater arrestert av det norske politiet. Politiet ga britene til tyskerne, og tyskerne henrettet alle sammen

I “SOE in Scandinavia” av Charles Cruickshank (ISBN:0-19-215883-X) står det:

[...] the Combined Operations party (Freshman), which left Wick in Scotland in two aircraft towing gliders. One aircraft and both gliders crashed 100 miles from Vemork. The survivors were captured and shot by the Germans in spite of the fact that they were in uniform.

Det er ingen hemmelighet at politiet i okkuperte Danmark og Norge offisiellt jobbet for okkupasjonsmakten, og at det både fantes entusiastiske nazister og skjulte motstandsmenn i rekkene. At glansbildet vi etter krigen har blitt fortalt i Norge av folk tilknyttet Milorg og resten av den mer offisielle motstandbevegelsen ikke stemmer overens med virkeligheten er en erkjennelse som vi må bruke tid på å la sige inn. Militært var Milorg en ubetydelig organisasjon som Gestapo hadde full oversikt over, men bidro til å begrense rekrutteringen til mer ekstreme (og effektive) motstandsbevegelser, slik som kommunistiske partisaner. At norsk politi kjempet mot norske motstandsfolk og britiske kommandosoldater finner vi mange eksempler på, også i nevnte bok. Den norske sivilbefolkningen var heller ikke samlet i trass mot tyskerne, først da nazistene var på vei til å definitivt tape krigen begynte det å se ut som om alle nordmenn hadde vært innbitte antinazister - skamklippingen av tyskertøser og andre bitre handlinger er typiske for folk som har dårlig samvittighet og gjerne vil demonstrere for naboene at de hater tyskere. Det samme skjedde over hele europa, og er ikke akkurat noe mysterium. Det betyr ikke at nordmenn synes det var greit å være okkupert.

So much to do, so many things to achieve - and all draining back into the sand. Had a cup of coffee by the small pizza bakery next door, after a long Saturday of struggling to get the latest project ready for primetime. Guess I’ll just have to admit defeat there, too. Oh how I’d sacrifice everything I’ve got just to see you smile. But it’s the wrong smile - where did I leave my boots, honey? Soon I can’t take it any more and need to move again. Flowing, wandering, without aim nor cause. For sure, most people are stupid pricks that I’d never want to spend too much time accompanying. Just to sit around and watch the grass grow, clouds whispering past the sky. To tire so soon, ever searching for a simple life.

Ford Prefect, talking to Arthur Dent about an immense robot that came from a flying saucer (destroying a huge area including Harrods), and said “Take me to your Lizard.”:

“It comes from a very ancient democracy, you see …”

“You mean, it comes from a world of lizards?”

“No,” said Ford, who by this time was a little more rational and
coherent than he had been, having finally had the coffee forced
down him, “nothing so simple. Nothing anything like so
straightforward. On its world, the people are people. The leaders
are lizards. The people hate the lizards and the lizards rule the
people.”

“Odd,” said Arthur, “I thought you said it was a democracy.”

“I did,” said Ford. “It is.”

“So,” said Arthur, hoping he wasn’t sounding ridiculously obtuse,
“why don’t people get rid of the lizards?”

“It honestly doesn’t occur to them,” said Ford. “They’ve all got
the vote, so they all pretty much assume that the government
they’ve voted in more or less approximates to the government they
want.”

“You mean they actually vote for the lizards?”

“Oh yes,” said Ford with a shrug, “of course.”

“But,” said Arthur, going for the big one again, “why?”

“Because if they didn’t vote for a lizard,” said Ford, “the wrong
lizard might get in. Got any gin?”