Wennerström could have been executed by firing squad for treason because, after all, there was a war on (the Cold War).
War on Terrorism.
Was the end declared?
Instead, he was given a life sentence (which was later commuted to 20 years).
In 1972.
Think hippies.
What country do Bernie Sanders, AOC, et al. most want to copy?
Replicate their “democratic-socialist” utopia?
Sweden.
And I get it.
It is an alluring trick.
Sweden is a beautiful country.
The land is beautiful.
The women (with cans of General Snus in the back pockets of their tight bluejeans) are beautiful.
Even rednecks like me could be fooled.
Briefly.
By the façade.
The “Nordic model” countries (with their literal female models in tow).
Denmark, Finland, Iceland, Norway, and (chiefly powering the Left’s zeitgeist) Sweden.
But Norway has a shit-ton of oil.
Oops.
But I see it.
Walk down the cobbled streets of a small Danish town and you too may be swayed by the seeming utopia.
America is not a Nordic country.
And as Nordic countries (particularly Sweden) attempt to mimic AMERICAN leftist policies (think immigration), they see their homogenous utopias ripped apart.
There are reasons certain forms of government work IN CERTAIN PLACES.
There are factors.
Variables.
America, at this point in its history, cannot whole-cloth adopt the Swedish system.
And any leftist with a brain knows this.
But it doesn’t prevent American leftists from dangling the Swedish carrot (fish?) in front of the noses of their moronic acolytes.
And, as alluded to earlier, it is meant to draw the weak-minded “across the aisle”.
“Come on over. Â Everything will be just like Sweden. Â Not the current Sweden, of course, but…you know: Â the old Sweden.”
Two years after Wennerström’s life sentence was commuted to 20 years, he was paroled.
He had only been in custody for 10 years.
10 years for sharing 20,000 secret documents with the Soviets concerning Swedish air defenses, clandestine Swedish bases, etc.
This was the Swedish custom.
Serve half your sentence and get paroled.
Initial sentence could have been death [treason] (Cold War).
Actual sentence was life.
Sentence commuted to 20 years.
Cut in half (10 years) by parole.
That’s Sweden (in the early ’70s) and, perhaps, quintessential Swedish policy.
The “Nordic model”.
Lovely.
No justice, really.
No defense, really.
No state secrets, really.
No sovereignty, in actuality.
Bad trajectory.
About as robust a defense apparatus as an IKEA bed.
Which is to say.
Cheap.
Disposable.
Nice-looking.
Interesting that Sweden is not a part of NATO.
What if the big, bad Russians (who have 20,000 secret documents pertaining to radar, strategy, mobilization plans…) actually were to invade Sweden?
Those are old documents by now, of course.
But the Russians have a very easy sell to potential Swedish spies.
“Don’t worry. Â There’s no declared war. Â This isn’t the Cold War. Â No treason. No firing squad. Â If you get life in prison, it will probably be commuted to a paltry 20 years. Â And you’ll be paroled after 10. Â If you even get caught.”
Great deterrence, Sweden!
Back to the “Nordic model”…
Guess who ARE members of NATO?
Denmark, Iceland, and Norway.
Finland, right on Russia’s doorstep, are (like the Swedes) not members of NATO.
For more examples of Sweden’s liberal (lax) justice/prison apparatus, see the case of spy Stig Bergling.
Sentenced to life (like Wennerström).
Fled to Moscow during a conjugal visit (you can’t make this shit up!).
Voluntarily returned to Sweden seven years after his escape.
And was PAROLED three years later.
Again, this was DURING the Cold War.
Bergling’s arrest was a full 15 YEARS after Wennerström’s.
In other words, this was the next generation (same shitty policies) of spies being slapped on the wrist.
Bergling was parolled in 1997.
Ahh, that liberal paradise…Sweden.
Unlike Switzerland, it has no natural defenses (mountains) to guarantee its continued paradisal existence.
Need more?
Bertil Ströberg.
Swedish Air Force.
Convicted of spying for Poland [Soviet bloc] during the Cold War.
Sentenced to a mere six years in prison.
Paroled after three years.
Which brings us back to the brilliant (I mean it!) Swedish storyteller Stieg Larsson…himself a committed leftist (going so far as to train guerrillas in Eritrea in the firing or mortars).
What of Vanger?
VOLVO?
Volvokoncernen.
ASEA (the now-defunct General Swedish Electrical Company Limited) removed the swastika from their logo in 1933.
The company’s swastika logo had been used since the late-19th century.
Etymology
What if it’s a similar sound?
Fanger
In Swedish, “catches”.
Like in a cage?
Fanger.
In closely-related Danish, “prisoners”.
Like in cages?
What if a letter is missing?
Svanger.
In Swedish, “pregnant”.
Like, pregnant with meaning?
[svan, btw, means “swan” in Swedish]
Pregnant swan?
Like Leda of Greek mythology?
Zeus, in the form of a swan, raped Leda (a woman) who became pregnant and gave birth to “the most beautiful woman in the world”: Â Helen of Troy.
And around whom does this mystery revolve?
The hauntingly-beautiful Henrietta (Helen?) Vanger.
Who had been been repeatedly raped by her father and brother.
[it is true that the Swedish equivalent of Helen would be Helena or Elin, but the initials match]
How did Larsson come to settle on this name Vanger?
Some have suggested Wagner.
Perhaps even Wegner.
Wenger?
Wolf, in Swedish, is “varg”.
Varger?
Vargar, in Swedish, is “wolves”.
Now we are getting somewhere.
But we must flesh out the story.
We are looking for three Swedish Nazi brothers.
I believe the fourth (the good guy) was invented by Larsson.
Three Swedish Nazis?
How about Birger, Gunnar, and Sigurd Furugård?
They founded the Swedish National Socialist Farmers’ and Workers’ Party in 1924.
It’s a good fit.
The good guy might just be IKEA founder Ingvar Kamprad.
By “good”, I mean that he was a member of the Swedish SSS (Svensk Socialistisk Samling [National Socialist Workers’ Party…basically Swedish Nazis]) at age 17 and before that, at age 16, a member of the fascist New Swedish Movement WHO LATER DECLARED (in 1994) that his membership in the latter was the “greatest mistake” of his life. Â His association with the SSS wasn’t publicly revealed until 2011 (at which time he made no further comment on having been a part of these types of groups).
So maybe Ingvar Kamprad wasn’t the good guy after all?
Did Larsson meld the FurugÃ¥rds (Nazis) and Kamprad (a successful business man…and Nazi) into the amalgamation we know as the Vanger family?
So “far right” (says Wikipedia) that they were fucking socialists!?!
NAtionalsoZIalistische.
Socialist.
IKEA.
Sweden.
This is exactly what Pieczenik is talking about in the above video.
Fascism coming from the Left.
Kamprad started off with fascism (New Swedish Movement) and a year later went full-Nazi (National Socialist Workers’ Party).
Again, socialist.
You can’t take that word out of there.
And Antifa started as “anti-fascist” [against the Nazis, but FOR communism].
And they remain communist (leftist) and have devolved, ironically, into a fascist organization themselves (at least in America…where their tactics are indistinguishable from those of Hitler and Mussolini’s respective gangs [Sturmabteilung/SA/Braunhemden/Brownshirts & MVSM/Blackshirts/squadristi]).
BTW…IKEA was founded by a 17-year-old Ingvar Kamprad.
Yes, that’s right: Â he is confirmed in the above link to have been a member of the SSS [essentially the Swedish Nazi party] that very same year.
1943.
As for Lisbeth, look no further than the alleged Norwegian witch Lisbeth Nypan.
Salander.
Salamander.
Fire.
“blotches on its back”.
From mythology to the real life fire salamander (Salamandra salamandra).
Poisonous.
Europe.
Frigidity (able to extinguish fire).
But also “a product of fire”.
Newts.
Witchcraft.
Wizards and warlocks.
1966.
Disappearance of the Beaumont children (on Australia Day).
Church of Satan formed by Anton LaVey.
Moors murder trial.
Five children (between the ages of 10 and 17) murdered in and around Manchester between 1963 and 1965. Â At least four were sexually assaulted.
Killer (Ian Brady) read Mein Kampf and books on Nazi atrocities.
Gertrude Baniszewski found guilty of murdering and torturing Sylvia Likens in Indianapolis. Â Paroled in 1985 [American justice failure].
Charles Whitman kills 14 people with a sniper rifle from above the UT-Austin Tower (after killing his wife and mother).
I don’t write about the film, I write about me. I don’t write about the film, I write about the world. No. I write about the film the best I can. I am on a mission to start every sentence with I…from now to the end of eternity. Not quite.
I don’t know what pops up in your reader. You know about the reader? Tell me about the reader, Charles… Yes? And??? Right. The reader writes. Correct!
We are some macro-blogging mofos. Four times I wrote it and four times it autocorrected to micro. And so the stupid hyphen. Just like the titles. Diacritical marks are the first to go in totalitarian societies. Then the dollar words. Soon, all words which might express inefficient, ineffective concepts such as tenderness.
Now we are rolling. Give the anarchist a cigarette!
Chantal Goya. She plays the ice-cold bitch pretty well…completely meretricious, vacuous, etc.
And then we run into red hypertext “links” for Catherine-Isabelle Duport and Michel Debord.
Yeah, we all know: the children of Marx and Coca-Cola. Could have been. Tarzan vs. IBM. Could have been. The ape and the onion. Mercury Rev.
Well, yes: it could have been. Today. Particularly dreary. All week. Usually I embrace it. Pretend like I’m Liam Gallagher in Manchester. But not today. Not this week. Only shadows in the night gets it right.
It’s a bummer. I’m too old to be young. Too perverted to be romantic. Too romantic to live. Etc. Etc. Etc.
And yes: I catch the aspect ratio. I yell Trotskyite. Not really, but parallel. I detest the cowardice…when I myself am a basket-case. It’s ok. We are human.
We remember Marx and Coca-Cola, but we forget James Bond and Vietnam. We forget the military-industrial complex.
Let me tell you how it happened. I lay down as always with my sea-foam-green (eau-de-nil) headphones ready to continue my reflection on the great oeuvre. And my computer doesn’t cooperate. It’s as if I have conjured the spirit of JLG. The sound outraces the picture. Chaplin-fast to Notre Musique-slow. The waves come crashing in. Ingmar is hijacked and ridiculized.
Translation: my computer won’t play the disc. After 15 minutes of relatively good play, it jerks and stops and pauses and reloads in an endless loop. It’s like as a kid with that De La Soul CD…I’d physically pick up the player an inch and let it drop down. Somehow it would catch. It was just that disc. No, not this time.
I have cared for this film like a child. It is one of many baby Jesuses in my Jodorowsky stable. Manger.
And so I traveled far to rewatch this. Fifteen paces maybe. 15. So what?
Et allors?
Pauvre Wikipedia. Lion-wannabe. Quick! Call Tim Rice and Elton John. Pathetic.
Yes, she keeps abreast of the pop charts. Cashbox. And he likes her type of breasts. Why not say it?
And isn’t there anything else you like about me? Well, Miss 19, there’s not much more to like. A Big Mac and a pair of Nikes and you’re happy.
Yes, Seymour Glass. I’m sure he just backed up too far on the balcony…trying to get all two of them in the picture…in Florida…like Richard Manuel.
Duport eats a bananafish. Marquis de Sade. Such a perfect day. Cassis and mineral water. And Orangina for Marlène Jobert. Perhaps. Who cares.
You can tell a redhead even in black and white. She should have been more famous. Eva Green’s mom.
Paul. Again with the Paul. It started tentatively in Vivre sa vie. And then Paul Javal. Contempt. In the name of the father. And now again without Christian name like Le Chiffre. James Bond and Vietnam. Same complex. Inferiority. Military-industrial.
With that I am at 666 words. Ed Sanders decides to consult Harry Smith on how to levitate the Pentagon. Exercise the demons. Nothing like a demon with love handles. Give ’em a good workout.
B-A-C-H. Psychotic fugue on the Mashed Potato. Dee Dee Sharp.
What other kind of fugue is there?!? Jonny Greenwood would surely tell you it’s reversible. Amnesiac.
I’m not sure you want to know. I am a lip-reader. Baudelaire. Au lecteur. Samuel Fuller. Les Fleurs du mal. No one under 18 admitted. Strictly no admittance. 778 words and I haven’t gotten to the film.
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