Life and Death Fight (chapter 27)
 
We made fun of and joked about the one that I killed in Oslo 10.08.
1993 a.y.p.s. We didn't like him and he gave us many good reasons to laugh at him and look down upon him - a common "friend" of ours examined the drawers in his bathroom and found a dildo with shit remains on it. If this isn't a reason to dislike someone then what is? Before I went to Oslo I burned a picture of him where a friend of mine, who didn't like him either, had written, "death to the red rat," with a magical pen. I burned it because I didn't want anything to do with him, I would not have this picture of him, and I went to Oslo in order to deliver a contract in order to release the contract I had with him. I had it worded so that I got my money from the
record company that stood over him, and for this reason I didn't get any checks from him. To give him the contract would mean that he never more would call or write to me. (I had been under a contract when I went to Oslo, and the Zionist press along with the police and prosecuting attorney claimed that it was one of the motives in order to kill him. They said it as an attempt to explain away my noble murder motive) He would be out of my world. So I decided to finish it and give the contract to him at once. I came late in the evening, a friend of mine with come along with me for the alibi of the trip and show the "man" in Oslo some new music (he played in the same band as the Oslo "man" and was his best friend) I came to Oslo and met him
in the chance that he was scared out of his wits. He was stiff with fear. I spoke with him and he became more scared and panicked. He attacked me, but was thrown himself to the floor. He ran to the kitchen for a knife (a bread knife always laid out on a cutting board) but I was quicker and got behind him and got my knife from my boot. Then he ran to the bedroom and hallway. I understood that he would kill me and I decided to take him before he took me, so he couldn't get to the electric shock pistol as mentioned before, I
attacked. He ran out. There we met out friend. He stood up in order to stop the fight, but his best friend was in shock. He was completely frozen, motionless. Big eyes and a still face that I had not seen before or ever since. He got no help, in spite of his cries for it. He had no chance, not because he had a weapon, but because he couldn't fight without a weapon. He had ran from his chance and ran from all his weapons. He ran, tried to call on his neighbors just as we past through their door, cried for help and covered and asked for mercy. A slash with the knife in his skull did away with his whimpering. (he didn't die from the knife wound in the chest as the
coroner claimed, I know it, for he died the moment I slashed his skull! The knife stuck in him and I had to take it out with force! And then he died in a half hour on account of a knife wound in the chest? What was the point of saying this? It was probably in order to portray it as if I let him lay there to die slowly. Then they could punish me even more. "Hurray for the jewish system's unconditional sincerity.") The reason there were so many knife wounds (about 14-15, plus 8-9 cuts from glass pieces he fell on with his naked body. These cuts came from a lamp he crushed during his glorious escape), is due to my knife's modest size, and the fact that he swung his arms running down the stairs! This made it difficult to strike, and I had to run after a barefoot man that was in fear of death while I had on heavy boots and wanted to cut him to death. The knife was little, about 10 cm length in the blade, and it was not sharp. It was a boot dagger that was only pointed.

Why he became so scared when I came to wake him up can be due to three things; one is that he had planned to kill me and naturally one gets nervous when the person you plan to kill suddenly appears in the middle of the night, but one normally doesn't become paralyzed and only stand there in their underwear while the other goes up 8 stairs, an entire four floors, and through two main entrances. He ought to in the least have put on a shirt during that time.

The other is that maybe he got a hint that it was his time to die, that destiny's time had come. That it was his own fear that should bring about it, maybe he scarcely knew. He was so possessed of killing me that maybe he thought I came to punish him (I did this also)

A 3rd thing is the burning of the picture with the curse on it. When he heard my voice in the distance he became full of wonder, and stood merely to wait for what I would do - and of this reason didn't do anything. Then I came in and he saw me and it was then he became terrified, for he was the fire in my eyes - a vision my subconscious through my eyes conveyed to him. He became maybe so terrified because I conveyed the memory of the picture burning to him through eye contact, a sort of telepathic transferring. He saw himself burn, but could not know that it was only a picture, he thought that I had come to burn him, it would probably not be unlikely with the plans he had made for me. Maybe all these reasons made up one big reason why
he became so scared and attacked me. I don't know, and I never will either. I was sentenced for premeditated murder and contemplated murder. Regardless of if I planned it or not, it was not premeditated. I attacked him because he attacked me and killed him because I knew of his plans. Had he not had planned to take my life I would have probably have been content with giving him a good beating, but when I knew he would kill me, that wouldn't be enough. Had I let him live after he'd attacked me, why would he not try again to take my life? Maybe he would manage it the 2nd or 3rd time. I am not so dumb that I give people another chance. If they don't do it the first time they will never get a new chance. My life was not in direct danger, but indirectly. I mean the murder was in self defense. It was not at all planned, regardless of if we planned to kill him or not.

It was a so called intentional murder with punishment from 6-12 years. Had it been up to me, I would get a reward for killing this scum, not punished. The jewish system however, saw a possibility to kill two birds with one stone; the disgusting communist killed and the heathen "Nazi-pig" imprisoned for lifetime! I understand them very well, with strong proud heathens out there free we will be a threat to the jewish system, and the more we are the bigger the threat we are. I was a rallying point for these powers, and by
pulling up the flowers by the root, it never comes again. The jewish system want humiliating weaklings not people that have strong legs to stand on - like us proud heathens! What they didn't understand is that I was not the root to the heathens flowers. The root to these flowers is in us all, in our blood, and by showing the heathen to the people it serves the heathen's soul. They saw the heathen seed in all the people's soul, and many of these seeds are today full grown and attractive flowers that shine their colors and make the Norwegian meadow a flowering full of heathen colors.

The jewish system saw it's own ruin, for never before have we Norwegians had the blood boil so strong as we do today, and this is due to the jewish system's own injustice and stupidity! We come back, Odin comes back. From Odin we came, to Odin we shall go. Hail Odin. Fight for life and death!