Once again, Al-Quaida threatens to launch attacks against Norwegian targets, just like they did last year. We were not attacked then, and I suspect that nothing will happen now. Norway hasn’t and never had a big role in the War Against TerrorTM.
But think about it for a second.
One of the main goals about terror is to create fear. The fear that will stop you from commuting by train in Madrid, or flying to and from the US. Another goal is to destabilize the western economy, which is for Al-Quaida a way to shoot themselves in the foot, since much of their funding allegedly is created by the western economy. So what better target to pick than, you guessed it; Norway? A lot of small countries are involved in some way or another in the WAT, but most of their citizens don’t care, because they don’t feel that their contribution is large enough to make them a terrorist target. Like Norway. Create fear among the citizens of all these small contributors by blowing up a significant target – if you can find one – in one of these countries. If I had the resources and knowledge – something large terrorist cells obviously have – I’m pretty confident I could’ve blown up Oslo’s largest hotel without much effort.
If you want to destabilize the economy, Norway is also a nice target to pick. It’s the world’s third largest exporters of oil, pumping up an average of three million barrels of oil from the North Sea every day. Oil is one of the most important parts of the global economy, and price of a barrel today settled at a record-breaking $50,12. The reason was the concern over possible conflict in Nigeria’s oil-producing delta region. Blow up a couple of Norwegian oil drilling platforms and see what happens.
I’m not saying that I would actually start to blow up buildings and kill people if I could, nor do I want anyone to do that here in Norway (or anywhere else for that matter), because, let’s face it, I live here and I actually like the place. I’m merely trying to make a point. Do I get through, or is it just static to you?
And now for something completely different and more on a personal level; the mystery invitation I got a few days ago.
Until yesterday night I thought I’d solved the puzzle: At some point in time, I left my phone number at start.no to validate that I was actually the person I pretended to be. Leave your phone number, get an SMS with a code word and enter the code word into a web form on the site. It’s not bulletproof, but it’s better than e-mail verification. Anyway, my guess was that the guys over at start.no had sold their list of phone numbers to the people sending out the invitation, something that would be pretty much illegal, since I can’t recall to have seen anything about my phone number risking to the sold to third parties. With the phone number, it’s easy to find someone’s name and number.
Even though this theory has a few holes in it, how, for instance, did these people know that I’m single, and who in their right minds sends out flyers in hand written envelopes these days? I didn’t care, so I settled with it.
Now I suspect that two girls I know sent it to me just for kicks. Or maybe they just read about it here and started to send me oh-so-funny-ha-ha-SMS-messages last night. Marita and Cathrine, if you’re so eager to date me, just simply give me a call. There is no need to be shy and send me anonymous invitations to singles parties.
I’ve promised you a Friday Cali, but since I was too busy working, jogging and watching movies with friends yesterday, it turned out to be a Saturday Cali instead. But I guess it was worth the wait. More pictures over at Cali es Cali. Chica bonita, Victoria!