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Måned: desember 2008

  • Facebook-samtale med Hege (og/eller Jan Snoghøj/Snoghoj). (In Norwegian).

    Hallå
    Jan,

    Between
    Jan
    Snoghoj

    and
    You

     

    Erik
    Ribsskog

    December
    25 at 12:52pm

    hvorfor
    heter du Snoghoj på Facebook når du egentlig heter
    Snoghøj da, bor du ikke i Drammen da?

    Og hvorfor
    inviterte dere meg på bryllupet til deg og kona di Hege fra
    rødgata (som dem sa du begynte å rote på når
    hu var 15 og du var 25 eller noe), i bryllupet i Geilo i år
    2000, var det vel.

    Hvorfor inviterte dere meg, når dere
    etter bryllupet sende et bryllupsbilde av dere to mens dere åt
    på en pølse i brød fra hver deres side?

    Og
    hvorfor hadde dere krølla sangen fra Haldis, mora di, i mitt
    sanghefte i bryllupet, til en ball og så retta ut?

    Og
    hvorfor holdt han svogern din, lillebroren til Hege tale i bryllupet,
    om hvor mange menn Christell hadde liggi med, han sa det var noen og
    tredve vel, han lille broren hennes med mørkt hår.

    Og
    hvorfor er ikke Christell på facebook?

    Og driver du å
    spionerer på lillesøstra di, Christell, som er 8 år
    yngre enn deg, eller noe, i dusjen enda, som du gjorde i 93, og du
    maste på henne om at hu begyne å barbere seg på
    musa.

    Jeg vet det ikke er min business, men du sa det mens jeg
    stod ved siden av, mens dere prata om det, så da blanda du meg
    inn i det.

    Så derfor tar jeg opp det her nå.

    Er
    det noe illuminati-greier med at du vil at søstra di skal være
    hore eller?

    Og hvorfor begynte du å rote med hu Hege,
    som er kona di nå, når hu bare 15 år, og du var 25,
    og hu var venninna til Christell.

    Jeg husker en jul på
    90-tallet, så hadde Christell ei venninne som var frøken
    Norge, og hun skulle egentlig være med på
    julefeiringa.

    Men da hadde du gjort noe greier, sånn at
    hu ikke turte å komme likevel, og Christell var sur på
    deg.

    Her har du litt å svare på vet du, jeg tar
    det opp for å ta det på bloggen, men det der bilde dere
    sendte med pølsespisinga, og alt det pisset du har drivi med
    opp gjennom åra, så er det bare for å ta det opp,
    og ikke noe mer.

    Og hu dama du var sammen med i Åmot, hu
    advarte mot deg, til alle hu møtte omtrent, virka det som.

    Hu
    lyse.

    Jeg husker jeg og du og Christell så på
    tv-reklame nede hos Haldis.

    Så var det ei lys dame.

    Og
    Christell spurte deg om hu ikke så fin ut.

    Nei, hu så
    ut som ei budeie svarte du da.

    Er det noe spetakkel mot de
    lyshåra folka eller, som du driver med?

    Er Viggo noe
    gigolo i USA, som Pia sa.

    Du hadde jo det lageret med kondomer
    under senga di i huset til Haldis på Bergeråsen på
    80-tallet.

    Når du lå med hu nabojenta og hu fra
    Åmot og sikkert mange fler.

    Men du var jo nærmere
    søstra mi enn meg, for dere bodde jo i Huset til Haldis sammen
    i mange år, var det du som fikk a på tjukka da hu tok
    abort, og holdt på å blø ihjel i huset til
    Haldis.

    Og hvorfor hjelper dere ikke broren deres Viggo,
    hvorfor lar dere han være gigolo i USA, som søstra mi
    sa?

    Og hvorfor har du ikke vennene dine fra Berger på
    Facebook-sida di, Tom Bråten og Eirik Thoraldsson og dem.

    Med
    vennlig hilsen

    Erik Ribsskog

     

    Jan
    Snoghoj

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    Hei
    Eirk! Observang er du, men ikke så observang at du ser at Jan
    selv ikke er på nett, men jeg, kona hans. Nå har Jan og
    jeg vært gift og sammen i 12 år, og jeg er fortsatt
    blond, noe som sikkert er en sammensvergelse mot deg. Vi er lykkelig
    sammen, har to barn, og syns det er hyggelig å høre fra
    deg. God jul og godt nytt år..

     

    Erik
    Ribsskog

    Today
    at 10:58pm

    Hei
    Hege (og/eller Jan Snoghoj/Snoghøj),

    svarer du for Jan
    på nettet?

    Jeg trodde Facebook-greier var
    personlige.

    Men men.

    Jeg synes dem sa i bryllupet deres
    at dere begynte å rote da du som 15 åring venninne av
    Christell var på besøk i Rødgata.

    Det må
    vel ha vært i 1988 eller noe da.

    Så da har dere
    vel vært sammen i 20 år(?)

    Og i 1990 så var
    du med Gjerde VG med Stena Saga til Danmark, husker jeg.

    Og da
    ba du noen folk om å banke meg på båten, husker jeg
    at jeg overhørte.

    Jeg bare kjente deg gjennom Christell
    så det var derfor jeg prøvde å være
    sosial.

    Jeg kjeda meg litt i Oslo og sneik meg med
    danskebåten, som noe artig gimmic nærmest, ala russetida,
    da jeg møtte hun Eva Olsen i klassen din vel, og han typen
    hennes i Oslo.

    Men men.

    Og da du og Christell bodde i
    Oslo, like ved terningen matcafe, hvor dere vel også
    jobbet.

    Da fikk han typen din da, det var vel i 1993, han
    skulle ha meg til å vaske trappa deres, der dere bodde, etter
    at du og Christell hadde tømt branslukningsapparatet i trappa,
    og jeg nettopp hadde dimma fra militæret.

    Så det
    var seriøse greier fra deg og Christell.

    Så da
    var du vel ikke sammen med Jan(?)

    Så dere har vel ikke
    vært sammen i et strekk siden dere begynte å rote i 1988
    da(?), siden du var sammen med han ‘trappevaskeren’ i 1993(?)

    Og
    hva var det med bryllupet til deg og Jan i år 2000 på
    Geilo.

    At dere sendte meg et bryllupsbilde hvor du og Jan åt
    på en pølse i brød fra hver deres side?

    Og
    hvorfor holdt lillebroren din tale og snakket om hvor mange menn som
    Christell hadde hatt sex med?

    (Og hvis du svarer for Jan på
    nettet, så får du vel nesten svare på det han blir
    spurt om og da?, som du vel ikke gjorde nå, om de andre
    spørsmålene, hvorfor ville Jan at Christell skulle
    barbere musa, hvorfor lot han henne ikke bestemme det selv.

    Er
    det meningen at man skal diskutere det med deg da, på vegne av
    Jan, på nettet?)

    Det høres ikke helt bra ut det
    systemet deres, med at dere ikke har hver deres Facebook-konto.

    Dere
    burde passe dere så dere ikke blander for mye mellom hvem av
    dere som er hvem.

    Nå sitter jeg her og skriver melding
    til Jan og skriver egentlig til Hege, eller omvendt.

    Nei, det
    her burde dere rydde opp i

    Og jeg har egentlig aldri vært
    på så god fot med hverken deg eller Jan, så jeg vil
    ikke ha dere på Facebook-lista mi.

    Eneste grunnen for at
    jeg dro til bryllupet deres i år 2000 på Geilo, var at
    søstra mi trengte noe skyss opp til bryllupet, ettersom jeg
    skjønte det.

    Så jeg ble litt skuffa over dere, da
    jeg fikk det pølespise-bildet deres i posten, et halvt år
    etter bryllupet deres, eller noe.

    Og han broren din var
    temmelig merkelig, med at han skulle holde tale om hvor mange menn
    Christell hadde hatt sex med i bryllupet ditt.

    Så det
    var mest bare for å ha det med på bloggen, at jeg skrev
    til dere.

    Så det var ikke for å ha dere på
    Facebook-lista og bli minna på om dere hver gang jeg logga på
    Facebook.

    Men du får hilse Helene Sommer og spørre
    om hun har laget noen flere Illuminati-musikkvideoer etter at hun
    lagde ‘the sun always shines on TV’.

    Med
    vennlig hilsen

    Erik Ribsskog

     

    Erik
    Ribsskog

    Today
    at 11:25pm

    Og
    ettersom jeg skjønte, så var dere ikke kjærester i
    1988, da du og Jan rota sammen, da du var 15 år og Jan var
    24-25 år.

    (Og Jan var da erfaren med han hadde hatt
    mange forhold bak seg, husker jeg til nabojenta på Bergeråsen
    og hun lyse fra Åmot osv).

    Hils Jan og si at det er ikke
    lov for 24-25 åringer å rote med 15 åringer, hvis
    dem ikke er sammen, da er han pedofil da.


    sånn er det.

    Med vennlig hilsen

    Erik Ribsskog

  • Hm.

    THE RUNNING MAN (1987)

    Last edited
    5 May 1998

    The Running Man – TITLES

    Based on the novel “The Running Man” by Richard Bachman

    Screenplay by Steven E. deDouza

    Directed by Paul Michael Glaser

    INTRODUCTION

    By 2017 the world economy has collapsed. Food, natural resources and
    oil are in short supply. A police state, divided into paramilitary
    zones, rules with an iron hand. Television is controlled by the state
    and a sadistic game show called “The Running Man” has become the most
    popular program in history. All art, music and communications are
    censored. No dissent is tolerated and yet a small resistance movement
    has managed to survive underground. When high-tech gladiators are not
    enough to suppress the people’s yearning for freedom……more direct
    methods become necessary.

    HELICOPTER OVER CITY AT NIGHT

    Over Military-Radio
    Yankee-nine-niner. What are your co-ordinates?

    Ben
    Zero-two-zero, flight level one-five. We’re above release point echo-
    bravo-one.

    Over Military-Radio
    Move in and check it out.

    Ben
    Roger. Moving in. Food riot in progress. Approximately fifteen-hundred
    civilians. No weapons evident.

    Over Military-Radio
    Proceed with plan alpha. Eliminate anything moving.

    Ben
    I said the crowd is unarmed! There are lots of women and children down
    there! All they want is food for-gods-sake!

    Over Military-Radio
    As you were Richards. Proceed with plan alpha. All rioters must be
    eliminated.

    Ben
    The hell with you I will not fire on helpless people! Abort mission. We
    return back to base.

    Over Military-Radio
    Lieutenant Saunders do you copy?

    Saunders
    Affirmative

    Over Military-Radio
    Take Command. Detain Richards and proceed as ordered

    MILITARY PERSONAL IN HELICOPTER ATTACK BEN

    Military Passengers
    What the fuck are you doing!?! Get him! God damn it! We’re losing it,
    tipping over!

    Saunders
    I got it! I got control! They said detain him, don’t drop him.

    Military Passenger
    Richards, your going to fry for this.

    Another Military Passenger
    And I’ll see you in hell.

    BEN KNOCKED OUT BY BUTT OF GUN

    WILSHIRE DETENTION ZONE (18 months later)

    (outdoors)

    Guard #1
    C’mon, keep digging.

    Guard(Charley)
    What’s the hold up?

    Guard #1
    This ones had it.

    A GUARD REMOVES DEAD PRISONER’S RESTRAINT COLLAR

    Guard (Charley)
    Watch the detonator.

    Guard #1
    Get that garbage out of here. Move!

    Guard #1
    Hey Charley, did you see the running man last night?

    Guard (Charley)
    I never miss it. Even won five hundred bucks.

    Guard #1
    Lucky bastard

    Guard #3
    Work crew coming through

    Guard #4
    Prisoner transfer, from post.

    Guard (on telephone)
    Ok, hang on. Lenny? This is East perimeter. The fresh meat just got
    here. Shut down the deadline.

    Guard (Lenny)
    Affirmative. Shutting down now. Stand clear.

    Security System
    Access code pending. Verified. Perimeter deactivated. Sonic deadlock is
    down. Sonic deadlock is down.

    GUARDS INSTRUCT THE GROUP OF PRISONERS

    Guard #4
    Ok ass-hole, move it.

    Guard #3
    Move it. Lets go.

    Guard #4
    Let’s go!

    Guard #3
    Get off the land or lose your head.

    (indoors)

    Guard (on telephone)
    East perimeter here. Your prisoners are all in compound. We’re clear.

    Guard (Lenny – using a suitcase-computer)
    Affirmative. Activating deadline. [turns to Weiss] What are you looking
    at? Get out of here.

    Security System
    Sonic deadline is up. Sonic deadline is up. Prisoner restraint collars
    armed. Prisoner restraint collars armed.

    BEN AND LAUGHLAN START FIGHTING

    CHAOS ERUPTS AS PRISONERS ATTACK THE GUARDS

    WEISS GRABS SUITCASE-COMPUTER

    Ben (to a guard he lifts up by the groin)
    Give you a lift?

    Laughlan
    Get it open.

    Weiss
    I got it, I got it.

    Laughlan
    Repeat the code.

    Weiss
    I did. Six, five, three… shit! It’s not working.

    Ben
    You’re a hell of an actor Laughlan.

    Laughlan
    Who’s acting?

    Ben
    Well you’re still alive aren’t you?

    Laughlan
    Use that code.

    Weiss
    Ok.

    Ben
    Weiss, what’s the hold up? C’mon!

    Weiss
    The linking computer’s denying the code. It must be the walls in here,
    it’s blocking the signal. It’s not happening.

    Ben
    Then we try it outside. Move!

    (outdoors)

    Another Prisoner
    Open the gate! Open the gate!

    Ben
    Go ahead! Do it! Shut off the deadline or we all lose our heads!

    Weiss
    Systems functioning. Must be an encryption lockout. Damn!

    Security System
    Perimeter deactivated. Perimeter deactivated. Prisoner restraint
    collars armed. Sonic deadlock is up. Sonic deadlock is up.

    Chico
    All right! All right!

    Another Prisoner
    Not yet…Chico! Chico! Amigo!

    Ben
    Come back! The deadline’s still up.

    Weiss
    He’s not going to make it. That collar’s gunna blow.

    Ben
    Chico!

    BOOM! CHICO’S RESTRAINT COLLAR BLOWS HIS HEAD OFF

    Security System
    …Sonic deadlock is up. Prisoner restraint collars armed. Perimeter
    deactivated. Perimeter deactivated. Perimeter deactivated. Perimeter
    deactivated.

    PRISONERS RUN FREE

    LOS ANGELOS JUNKYARD

    HUGE TV

    Female Announcer
    Remember, zone passes are required at all times. Display passes
    properly. All inter-zone day workers with zone passes are reminded that
    curfews begin at midnight. Anyone without a valid zone card after
    midnight will be permanently detained. Cadre kids, don’t forget October
    is bonus recruitment month, earn a double bonus for reporting a family
    member. ICS your entertainment and information network remind you
    seeing is believing.

    Damon
    What’s the number one television show in the whole, wide world?

    Studio Audience
    The Running Man!

    Damon
    Yes!

    Phil
    Yes, it’s The Running Man. Four hundred square blocks of game-zone…

    Stevie
    You guys wanna buy a hot stereo?

    Laughlan
    Stevie.

    Stevie
    Laughlan. Glad you guys made it.

    HUGE TV

    Phil
    …network stalkers giving criminals, traitors, and enemies of the
    state, exactly what they deserve. I’ll be tuned to eleven on ICS
    channel one. Produced in co-operation of the zone core department of
    justice, all rights reserved. The Running Man, America’s favourite game
    show.

    Female Announcer
    A child, your child, happy, loving, caring…

    INSIDE CARAVAN WITHIN LOS ANGELOS JUNKYARD

    MIC WORKS ON REMOVING LAUGHLAN’S RESTRAINT COLLAR

    Laughlan
    Do you believe this shit? Twenty-four hours a day.

    Mic
    Seven days a week.

    Ben
    Don’t listen to it.

    Laughlan
    I worry about the kids. The network shuts down schools. The kids are
    either in hiding or getting basic training, brain-washed by the TV.

    Weiss
    We can jam the network once we find the up-link to the satellite, then
    we’ll broadcast the truth.

    Ben
    The truth, hasn’t been very popular lately.

    Mic
    Can’t find the code or the up-link. Don’t know where the network hid
    something that big, but they managed. Er Stevie, would you mind?
    Goodbye my lovely.

    BOOM! RESTRAINT COLLAR THROWN IN AS SAFE WHERE IT BLOWS UP

    BEN SITS IN CHAIR TO HAVE HIS COLLAR REMOVED

    Mic
    Your one of the cops who locked up all my friends, burned my songs.
    People like you took this country, and turned it into a jail.

    Laughlan
    We don’t want his death on our hands.

    Mic
    He’s a cop. He’s the Butcher of Bakersfield.

    Weiss
    C’mon Mic. Now you can see through that crap. It’s network propaganda.

    Laughlan
    We don’t know that.

    Weiss
    We know we wouldn’t be here if he hadn’t helped us.

    Laughlan
    We also know he’s not one of us.

    Mic
    Perhaps now he’s seen too much.

    Ben
    I’ve seen to much? All I’ve seen is a bunch of low foreheads who think
    they can change the world with dreams and talk. It’s too late for that.
    If you’re not ready to act give me a break and shut up.

    Mic
    Nothing worth losing your head over though, aye?

    Ben
    You got it.

    ROAD LEAVING LOS ANGELOS JUNKYARD

    UTILITY VEHICLE ARRIVES

    Laughlan
    Well, there’s your ride. It’s all set.Ben
    Whoa, nothing like first class.Mexican Guy
    Senorita, senorita. You want to come in? Yeah. Hey, you too?

    Ben
    I guess this is it. Now you, Weiss, stay out of the national database.
    And you, Laughlan, stop trying to teach the constitution to the street
    punks. See you at the ten year prison re-union.

    Weiss
    You can still join us if you want to.

    Ben
    No thank you. My brother’s going to get me out of the city. Plus I’m
    not into politics, I’m into survival.

    Laughlan
    Nowadays friendship’s the same thing.

    Ben
    Laughlan, save it for the written test. Good luck.

    Laughlan
    Yeah, to all of us.

    BEN LEAVES ON THE BACK OF UTILITY VEHICLE

    OUTSIDE ICS BUILDING

    DAMON ARRIVES IN A RED LIMO AND WAVES TO CROWD

    ICS BUILDING ENTRANCE

    WALKING TO ELEVATOR

    Damon
    Brenda have you got this weeks ratings or do I have to guess.

    Brenda
    They’re the same as last week and those were the same all last month. I
    guess we’ve just peeked, but it’s not like withdrawal.

    Damon
    Not with you, beautiful sweet-heart. Woooooh!

    Cleaner
    Oh, I’m sorry Mister…

    Damon
    That’s okay, what’s your name.

    Cleaner
    Stan.

    Damon
    Stan, you’re doing good work, your works beautiful. Don’t worry.

    Cleaner
    Thank you.

    Damon
    Ok?

    Cleaner
    Thank you.

    IN ELEVATOR

    Damon
    Brenda if that ass-hole is mopping the floor tomorrow you will be
    mopping it for the rest of the week. [to Sven] Let’s go!

    AMBER’S APARTMENT

    BEN UNLOCKS DOOR TO APARTMENT

    Door Lock
    Security code acceptedBEN ENTERS APARTMENTBen
    Edward?BACKSTAGE AT ICSBrenda
    Damon, were you down in wardrobe yet? They’ve got your new jackets.
    They’re fantastic!

    Damon
    Who chose the colours? Hey. How are my people today?

    One ISC Employee
    Fine sir.

    Damon
    Haha, you’re looking good. Love that unif…Tony! Tony! What have you
    got for me?

    Tony
    Damon, thank god. The justice department’s been calling every ten
    minutes.

    Damon
    Just give them an evasive answer. Tell them to go fuck themselves. You
    got my coffee? I wanna know what we got all right?

    Tony
    All right, let’s see.

    AMBER’S APARTMENT

    AMBER ENTERS

    Amber
    Lights. (softly) Oh God. Kitchen, toast and coffee. ICS, channel one.

    AMBER BEGINS DOING SIT-UPS INFRONT OF HER TV

    AMBER’S TV:Captain Freedom
    Are you ready for pain? Are you ready for suffering? If the answer is
    yes, then you’re ready for Captain Freedom’s Work-out. Phil
    Yes it’s America’s own, Captain Freedom. Ten time national champion.
    The greatest stalker to ever play the game. All right now all you
    runners, ready, get set, go!

    TV News announcer
    We interrupt Captain Freedom’s Work-out to bring you this urgent news
    bulletin.

    Female News Reporter
    The city police are engaged in a door-to-door search for a Benjamin A.
    Richards. Known as the Butcher of Bakersfield, Richards, a former
    police officer, was the helicopter pilot who went berserk eighteen
    months ago firing without warning on a crowd of innocent civilians.

    If you see this man do not approach him, contact your local law
    enforcement agency. He is considered armed and dangerous. We will now
    return…

    BEN PUTS A HAND OVER AMBER’S MOUTHBen
    Don’t make a sound, you understand? Who are you? A friend of my
    brothers?

    AMBER SLAPS BEN’S HAND AWAY

    Amber
    What are you talking about? Ben
    This is his apartment.Amber
    I moved in last month. They said the last tenant was taken away
    for…Ben
    …yes…Amber
    …for re-education.

    AMBER IS CHASED AROUND HER APARTMENT

    Amber
    Help! Are you the man!?! He’s entered and is in my house! And Butcher
    of Bakersfield is in my bathroom!

    Captain Freedom (on Amber’s TV)
    That’s the ticket, no pain, no gain.

    AMBER IS CAUGHT BY BEN

    Amber
    Let go of me! Let go! Let go!

    Ben
    Listen to me because I’m only going to say this once. This is all a
    lie, I was framed, I’m completely innocent.

    Amber
    Yeah sure.

    Ben
    Now be quiet and stay still. I’m out of here in five minutes.

    AMBER’S TELEPHONE RINGS

    Answering machine
    Hi, this is Amber. I’m not home right now, I’m out somewhere having a
    wonderful time with glamorous people at fabulous places. So, when you
    hear the tone contain your jealousy and leave a message. (beep)

    AMBER IS CHASED AROUND APARTMENT AGAIN

    BACKSTAGE AT ICS

    A COMPUTER SCROLLS THROUGH PROFILES OF CRIMINALS

    Computer
    Baby-face March.

    Damon
    Are you kidding me? Next.

    Tony
    How’s this one? Case one-fourteen. School teacher. Killed his wife and
    mother-in-law at a faculty dinner with a steak knife.

    Damon
    See I like that quality. He’s the sort that the neighbours say ‘such a
    nice man and never too busy to say ‘hello”. But look at him he weighs
    a hundred and twenty pounds, he wouldn’t last thirty seconds. Who else?

    Brenda
    What about those bank robbers? The ones that made that suicide pact.

    Damon
    Did they commit suicide?

    Brenda
    Obviously not Damon.

    Damon
    Then they’re unreliable.

    Tony
    I got a friend at a talent agency, maybe they’ve got an axe-murderer or
    something…

    DAMON’S ATTENTION DRAWN TO A TV IN THE NEXT ROOM

    Damon
    Hello Gorgeous.

    Tony
    …somebody with stamina.

    Damon
    Tony. Tony. Pipe that feed in here now! Take a look at this. This is
    footage of yesterday’s prison break. Hey. Look! Look at that mother
    move. Is he beautiful? Who is he?

    Tony
    Are you kidding? That’s Ben Richards.

    Damon
    The cop from the massacre. Sensational. Perfect contestant. I want ‘im!

    Brenda
    You can’t have him.

    Damon
    Why not?

    Brenda
    Damon, you know our contract, we never get military prisoners.

    Tony
    Who’s a military prisoner? He’s still at large.

    Damon
    Yeah, well they’ll get him for me. Cadre’s can’t have it both ways.
    They want ratings, I can get ten points for his biceps alone. Hello?
    This is Killian. Get me the justice department, entertainment division.
    No hold that. Operator, get me the president’s agent.

    AMBER’S APARTMENT

    AMBER IS TIED TO BENCH

    Ben
    What is this?

    Amber
    It’s my synthesiser set-up. I’m a musician. Well I’m really…I’m
    really…a singer. I…I…I write music for the network. Have you
    heard the theme song ‘You give me joy, you give me strife’? Well I
    wrote that.

    Ben
    You must be very proud of yourself.

    Amber
    It’s really nothing.

    BEN SEARCHES THROUGH A CARDBOARD BOX IN A CUPBOARD

    Ben
    Look at this. They’re all on a censored list. And look what we have
    here. This looks like black-market clothing. And you wrote the network
    jingle.

    Amber
    Come on. Everybody does it.

    Ben
    Money. That’s what I need, money.

    Amber
    That money’s not going to do you any good. You won’t be able to do
    squat. You don’t have a travel pass.

    Ben
    You do. (Ben un-clips travel pass from one of Amber’s shirts) Now I do.

    BEN PRESSES KEYS ON AMBER’S COMPUTER

    Ben
    Let’s see. Now where should we go. Maybe some place warm. I need to
    work on my tan anyway. You see you get so pale in prison. Here you are.
    Good. Now, I’m going to untie you, and your going to get dressed, and
    your going to come with me.

    Amber
    Oh yeah? Well why should I?

    Ben
    Because I’m going to say ‘please’.

    BEN LIFTS AMBER AND BENCH UP OFF FLOOR WITH ONE ARM

    Amber
    Well why didn’t you say so?

    AIRPORT

    (indoors)

    Female Announcer (over PA)
    All flights from Toora, Toteral and Medelinburgh are on schedule.
    Flights Anacon to Chile are delayed several hours. All Nidus flights
    are cancelled until further notice. Passengers are reminded to have
    your travel pass ready before boarding…

    Amber
    You’ll never pull this off you know. You’re unarmed, out-numbered. Face
    it, you’re screwed. So why don’t you forget about all this and turn
    yourself in?

    Ben
    You know, you have a very negative attitude. And remember, I can break
    your neck like a chicken’s.

    Travel Pass Guard
    Travel pass.

    Ben
    What a beautiful day today. I can practically taste the Pina Colada’s
    already. Right, sweet-heart?

    Travel Pass Guard
    Miss.

    Ben
    Oh you didn’t put it in your purse again did you? Last vacation she put
    my credit cards in there and we couldn’t find them for a week. Oh dear.
    [to Travel Pass Guard] Could you hold on to this please?

    Impatient Lady (behind them in cue)
    You wanna move it up there? We’ve got a plane to catch.

    Travel Pass Guard
    Go on. Go on.

    Ben
    Can’t live with them, and you can’t live without them.

    (in shuttle bus)

    Amber
    I’m warning you I get sick. Air sick, car sick, I’m going to throw-up
    all over you.

    Ben
    Go ahead, it won’t show on this shirt.

    (indoors)

    Amber
    Help! He’s Ben Richards! He tried to kidnap me! Help!

    SIRENS SOUND

    Over Military-Radio
    Positive ID. Benjamin A. Richards. Area one fugitive. Repeat. All
    units…

    (outdoors)

    GUARDS CHASE BEN ACROSS RUNWAY IN A VANGuard #1
    All right. We’re on him. Close it in.Guard #2
    Go, go, go. Move!THEY CATCH BEN IN A NETGuard #1 (to Ben)
    You move and your dead!

    BACKSTAGE AT ISC

    BEN IS LOCKED IN CELL

    Damon
    Hi cutie-pie. You know one of us is in deep trouble. Do you know who I
    am?

    Ben
    Sure, I’ve seen you before. You’re the ass-hole on TV.

    Damon
    That’s funny, I was going to say the same thing about you. I saw the
    video of your prison break. Sensational. Ben, I think we might be able
    to help each other out. I’ve got brains and you’ve got talent. No,
    you’ve got more than that, you’ve got talent, you’ve got charisma, and
    you’ve got balls. That’s why I pulled a few strings to get you here.
    And that’s why I’d like you to volunteer to appear on tomorrow’s
    broadcast of The Running Man.

    Ben
    Fuck you.

    Damon
    Hahaha. You’re a brilliant conversationalist Ben. A trifle limited but
    brilliant. Take a look.

    ON A TV INSIDE CELL

    Weiss
    How long are they going to keep us here?

    Laughlan
    They’ve got Richards too.

    Weiss
    I hope not. Lord knows what they’d do to him.

    Damon
    Isn’t that your old school teacher buddy there, huh? And there’s that
    other one who helped you in the prison break.

    Ben
    Weiss, Laughlan. What are you going to do with them!

    Damon
    Well, that’s really up to you, Ben. You see, I created The Running Man,
    but I don’t make the rules. I’ve got a contract with the government,
    they send me the convicts and I put them on the show. Well you’ve seen
    it right? You know at least you’ve got a chance, but your buddies, Ben,
    they’re the B-list. So if you don’t do the Running Man tomorrow, Weiss
    and Laughlan are gunna go on in your place. What do you say?

    PREPARATION ROOM

    BEN IS RESTRAINED AND BEING GIVEN INJECTIONS

    Med Tech #1
    We’ll see how far this clown runs when where done with him. Starting
    Barium I.V. That’s a go.

    Med Tech #2 (sitting at a computer)
    Reading all systems down the line. Your bird is singing loud and clear.

    Med Tech #1
    All systems check out.

    Med Tech #3
    Mandibular restraints. Inter-vanadic injection.

    Ben
    Aaahhh fck.

    Med Tech #3
    Deltoid Thyam injection. Procedure completed

    Med Tech #2
    That takes care of him. (short chuckle)

    THROWN BACK INTO CELL

    Ben
    Sons-of-a-bitches.

    Med Tech #1
    He’s wrapped. Knock him out ’til show time.

    AMBER’S APARTMENT

    AMBER’S TV

    Damon
    These guys, they never stop competing, you get thirsty just watching
    them. Now in my line of work I can’t afford that felled up
    feeling…that’s why I drink Cadre Cola. It hits the spot.

    Female News Reporter
    The capture of renegade police officer and mass murder Ben Richards,
    was filmed yesterday by runway security cameras. Richards’ hostage
    Amber Mendez was unharmed. Some airport personal were not so lucky,
    like the Ticket Agent and Security Guard which Richards shot at point
    blank range when he arrived at the airport.

    Amber (to herself)
    But that’s not true.

    AMBER’S TV

    Female News Reporter
    They were taken to CADRE memorial hospital where they remain in a
    guarded condition. And now back to Climbing For Dollars.

    TV
    Woof! Woof! Woof! Aaaahhhh!

    On screen
    ‘Climbing For Dollars will be right back…’

    BACKSTAGE AT ISC

    CELL IS OPENED

    Agent
    Mister Richards. I’m your court-appointed theatrical agent. It’s time.

    THE RUNNING MAN STAGE

    MUSIC AND DANCING

    BACKSTAGE AT ISC

    Tony
    Digital effects number one (click). Roll process mod (click).

    ISC Woman
    Big crowd tonight.

    ISC Man
    Better there than in the streets.

    OUTSIDE ISC BUILDING

    A CROWD OF FANS CHEER

    Buzzsaw
    Who’s the number one stalker?

    Excited Fan
    Buzzsaw. Slice those ones for me, man.

    EXCITED FAN HIT IN FACE BY BUZZSAW

    Excited Fan
    He touched me! Did you guys see that? Buzzsaw touched me!

    BACKSTAGE AT ISC

    Damon (to make-up guy)
    Don’t touch the hair!

    CORRIDOR IN ISC BUILDING

    Amy (at cola can machine)
    Look, do you have any more change? I ran out. Six dollars, jeez this
    place. You’re lucky to be alive. I mean that guy just killed, what,
    sixty, eighty, a hundred people?

    Amber
    Not according to him he hasn’t.

    Amy
    Well that’s what they all say.

    BEN IS ESCORTED PAST AMBER AND AMY

    Agent (reading legal contract)
    …and whereas the victim can contest this, where in the network and
    victim have in past been in combatants. Ad hoc defacto, the parties
    here in have agreed to disagree, this is now mutually consented to be
    diseur and therefore both parties have obligations to each other.
    Respective rights and obligations, ‘A’ the victim has no rights, ‘B’…

    Amy
    Boy, you’re lucky he didn’t kill you too. Or rape you, then kill you.
    Or kill you, then rape you. I mean, a guy like that, what would stop
    him?

    Amber
    Yeah, what would. Look Amy, I..I have to pass on that drink I just
    remembered that I have some paperwork to do. So I’ll catch you
    tomorrow.

    STAGE

    Phil
    ..and now the producer of The Running Man, and everyone’s favourite
    showman, Damon Killian.

    Damon
    Yeah! Thank you. Your beautiful. I love you. Yes! Your beautiful. Thank
    you. Hahaha. Shhh…it’s show time!

    STAGE LIGHTS UP

    Damon
    Now tell me, what’s the number one television show in the whole, wide
    world?

    Studio Audience
    The Running Man!

    Damon
    And who loves you and who do you love?

    Studio Audience
    Damon!

    Damon
    One more time!

    Studio Audience
    Damon!

    Damon
    Yes!

    APPLAUSE

    Damon
    Phil, my announcer. Heard the warm up today, and honestly Phil, I don’t
    think I’ve ever heard you funnier. I’m just kidding guys your great at
    your job, to bad it isn’t music!

    BACKSTAGE

    Agent
    …for cassettes, video tapes, bubble-chip, or all other methods of
    recording known or unknown. Sign here. Here, here. Here use my back
    victim. Ahh!

    BEN STABS AGENT’S BACK WITH THE PEN

    Ben
    Don’t forget to send me a copy.

    Agent
    Ahhhh!

    STAGE

    Damon
    …the love of my life, my number one fan, Mrs McArdle. How are you
    doin’?

    Mrs McArdle
    Just fine.

    Damon
    I want a kiss now, a big kiss, but remember, no tongues.

    Mrs McArdle
    Bless you.

    Damon
    Sit down little darlin’. We have one hell of a show for you tonight.
    Phil, please, if you will, introduce tonight’s guest runner. And watch
    that screen.

    Phil
    Our star runner tonight needs no introduction he is Ben Richards the
    brutal slayer of sixty men, women and children in the Bakersfield
    massacre.

    STUDIO TV SCREEN

    Ben (in helicopter over city at night)
    Food riot in progress. Approximately fifteen-hundred civilians. Moving
    in.

    Over Military-Radio
    Yankee-nine-niner, the crowd in unarmed. Repeat unarmed. Abort attack.
    Acknowledge, Yankee-nine-niner.

    Ben
    The hell with you!

    Over Military-Radio
    Lieutenant Saunders, take command, detain Richards and return to base.

    PERSONAL FIGHT

    Over Military-Radio
    Acknowledge, Yankee-nine-niner. Acknowledge. Return to base. Those are
    innocent unarmed people down there! Cease fire! Cease fire!

    HELICOPTER BEGINS SHOOTING INTO CROWD OF PEOPLE

    Damon
    Well, we all know the aftermath. Grieving parents, orphaned children, a
    nation shocked to it’s very core. Here he is. Ready to pay the price
    for our home audience, in person, the Butcher of Bakersfield!

    BEN ESCORTED ON STAGE

    Studio Audience
    Booo!

    BEN CLOTHES TORN OFF TO REVEAL A ‘RUNNERS’ OUTFIT

    Studio Audience
    Yey!

    Damon
    Now Ben Richards could have gone to prison and paid the penalty but
    instead he volunteered for The Running Man…and have a chance at our
    fabulous prises like a trial by jury, suspended sentence, maybe even a
    full pardon like our previous winners, Wittman, Price and Hadad. You
    remember them, Wittman, Price and Hadad, there they are, and at this
    very moment they’re basking in the beautiful Maui sun, their debt to
    society paid in full. Speaking of prises, you don’t have to be a menace
    to society to be a winner, you folks in the audience, you’ll get a
    chance too. Phil tell our friends what they can win today.

    Phil
    Damon, how about a years supply of Orgofura procreation pills, both
    adult and kiddie sizes, and the latest edition of The Running Man home
    game.

    Damon
    Ben, I know you’re just dying to get into that game-zone and show us
    that same determination you showed up in Bakersfield, well first I’ve
    got a little surprise for you.

    BEN IS CLAMPED INTO A VACCUUM SLED

    Studio Audience
    Hahahaha.

    Damon
    Haha. We all know you’re a big, tough guy, Ben, but that doesn’t mean
    that your a loner, and it takes a big man to admit that he needs his
    friends. We didn’t want to break up a winning team Ben, so here they
    are ready to go for broke right by your side. Ladies and gentlemen,
    Ben’s buddies, Harold Weiss and William Laughlan!

    Ben
    Son-of-a-bitch.

    Damon
    You know how this works. The game-zone is divided into four hundred
    square blocks, left over from the big quake of ninety-seven, and I
    don’t think any of us will ever forget that one.

    Studio Audience
    Hahahaha.

    Damon
    Once inside the zone the runners have three hours, they’ve got to go
    through all four game quads, three hours or less, and they’re going to
    need every second because you know who’s on their tail.

    Studio Audience
    The stalkers!

    Damon
    Who!?!

    Studio Audience
    The stalkers!

    Damon
    And you know what happens then.

    Studio Audience
    Anything goes!

    Damon
    What!?!

    Studio Audience
    Anything goes!

    Damon
    Right! Without further ado, it’s time to start running!

    APPLAUSE

    Damon
    On your marks…get set…

    Ben
    Killian, I’ll be back.

    Damon
    Only in a re-run. Go! Go!

    Laughlan
    You son-of-a-bitch!

    Damon
    Go! Yes!

    THREE CONTESTANTS ARE SUCKED INTO VACUUM SLED TUBES

    BACKSTAGE AT ISC

    ISC Woman
    All systems go.

    ISC Man
    Vacuum sleds passing check point one.

    DOWNSTAIRS AT ISC

    AMBER IS SEARCHING THROUGH DRAWS OF VIDEO CARTRIDGES AND FINDS
    “BAKERSFIELD MASSACRE”

    Amber (reading)
    Edited for television…(reading next cartridge) Raw footage.

    SHE GETS CAUGHT SNOOPING AROUND

    GAME-ZONE

    THREE RUNNERS REACH END OF VACUUM SLED TUBES

    Hooded man (to runners)
    C’mon get up!

    STAGE

    Damon
    Edith Wiggins, come on down!

    Edith
    Eeeeek!

    Damon
    Wooh their Edith, you look like you may have done a little stalking
    yourself. Now, we need you to give the name of the stalker who we send
    out to hunt down those three desperate criminals. Give me ten seconds
    please.

    Mexican Guy (at huge TV in junkyard)
    Place your bets…that’s it no more bets.

    Edith
    I don’t know they’re all so good.

    Damon
    Quickly.

    Edith
    Well, my husband and my little boy, they have their favourites, but I
    like my men big and cuddly.

    Damon
    Yeah? Who is it?

    Edith
    Subzero!

    Damon
    Yeah all right. Let’s hear it for Subzero!

    SUBZERO ENTERS STAGE

    Phil
    And now out first stalker of the evening, a CADRE trophy champion with
    over thirty life-time kills. Let’s welcome the incredible ice-man who
    slices his opponents limb from limb into quivering, bloody sushi,
    professor Subzero!

    Hooded Man (at end of vacuum sled tubes)
    Move. Move it. Come on.

    STUDIO TV SCREEN

    Captain Freedom
    Haha Damon, here in the locker-room there’s a lot of excitement here, a
    lot of adrenalin. The stalkers know there’s four hundred square blocks
    of game-zone out there and anything can happen in the next three hours.
    I remember once when I was in the…

    Damon
    Ah sorry Cap, I’ve just been informed that the runners have entered the
    first quad. Let’s go there now, live!

    GAME-ZONE

    THE THREE RUNNERS ARE CHASED BY MEN ON BIKES

    Ben
    Faster. Keep going.

    RUNNERS COME TO A HUGE ROOM WITH AN ICE FLOOR

    Mexican Guy (at huge TV in junkyard)
    C’mon give me your money. Give it to me. C’mon.

    Weiss
    Cold.

    Laughlan
    What is this?

    DOOR SLAMS SHUT LOCKING THEM IN

    Ben
    Guess they want us to stay.

    SUBZERO ON ICE-SKATES KNOCKS THE THREE RUNNERS OVER

    Damon (on stage)
    Subzero does it again. A triple hit!

    Ben
    Let’s get out of here. C’mon! Weiss, c’mon!

    SUBZERO TRAPS WEISS IN ICE-HOCKEY-GOAL/CAGE

    Subzero
    Howzat!

    Damon (on stage giving prizes to Edith)
    Oh look at this, an ICS home video. Yeah. And The Running Man home
    version, right here.

    Weiss
    Look, get me out of here you guys!

    Ben
    Hang on Weiss, I’m coming.

    Old Male (in studio audience)
    C’mon big boy!

    Female (watching TV in a bar)
    Yeah!

    Weiss
    Richards? Look, get me out of here you guys! Wil, look out!

    Male with moustache (in the bar)
    Kill that son-of-a-bitch!

    Small Crowd (in the bar)
    C’mon! Yeah, Yeah!

    BEN PULLS BARBED WIRE ACROSS SUBZERO’S PATH AND SUBZERO IS STRANGLED BY
    IT

    Studio Audience
    Ohhh.

    Ben (into TV camera)
    Hey Killian! Here is Subzero…now plain zero.

    STAGE

    SILENCE

    Damon
    Ladies and gentlemen this is just horrible. Words cannot express what
    we are all feeling at this very moment. A great champion has fallen.
    We’ll be back right after these important messages.

    GAME-ZONE

    THREE RUNNER’S OPEN DOOR WHICH SLAMMED SHUT BEFORE

    Ben
    Pull!

    Weiss
    What the hell is that?

    Ben
    It’s gas. Lets get out of here. C’mon.

    Weiss
    I’m sure glad we took care of Subzero.

    Ben
    Yeah, he was a real pain in the neck.

    BACKSTAGE AT ISC

    Damon (on telephone)
    Huh?…I know…I know a stalker died. Well it had to happen sooner or
    later. Yeah, well it is a contact sport, right? You see you guys are
    justice, you can’t have it both ways. You want ratings, you want people
    in their in front of the TV set rather than pickin’ lines. Well you
    aren’t going to get that with re-runs of Gilligan’s Island…Gilligan’s
    Island…Daa-Da-Da-Da…Yeah, yeah, the one with the boat!

    DAMON SLAMS DOWN RECEIVER

    STAGE

    Studio Audience
    Fireball! Fireball! Fireball! Get ‘im Buzzsaw!

    Leon
    I don’t know. I think maybe Dynamo, but Buzzsaw was last years
    champion. I can’t decide!

    Damon
    Then don’t decide, Leon. Hard decisions call hard solutions. And here
    are two hard-asses ready to step in and take charge. You asked for ’em
    Leon, you got ’em, here they are Buzzsaw and Dynamo! Phil tell us all
    about this champion tag team.

    Phil
    Let’s give a down home welcome to Buzzsaw, Eddie Vacowski, last seasons
    leading stalker. Buzzsaw’s Hammer and Gauge chainsaws are made of
    Trylon-coated Duro-steel and can cut muscle, bone, sinew, or even solid
    steel!

    BACKSTAGE AT ISC

    Damon
    Well?

    Brenda
    Ratings just jumped eight points right across the board.

    Damon
    Eight?

    Brenda
    Make that nine points.

    Damon
    I love Ben Richards.

    Brenda
    You want another surprise?

    Damon
    What?

    Brenda
    You know that girl who was with Richards at the airport?

    Damon
    The one with the cute ass?

    Brenda
    Well this is cuter. They just caught her downstairs she was pulling the
    Bakersfield video.

    Damon
    Sensational.

    STAGE

    Phil:…Dynamo!

    DYNAMO SINGS IN OPERA VOICE AND THROWS ELECTRICITY LIGHTING UP HIS
    “Clap if you love DYNAMO” NEON SIGN THEN AUDIENCE CHEER WILDLY

    Damon
    Thank you, You’re beautiful. Well, it’s been an exciting show so far
    right? We’ve had shocks, we’ve had surprises, so we though why not one
    more surprise. Will you please help me welcome our mystery contestant,
    Miss Amber Mendez!

    APPLAUSE AS AMBER STRUGGLES TO FREE HERSELF

    Damon
    Amber. Amber. Now I understand that your single Amber and that you live
    on the West side. And not surprisingly she has flaunted the law and
    traditional morality all of her life.

    Amber
    Go ahead, tell some lies about me now.

    Damon
    We don’t lie. Phil, tell us all about her.

    GAME-ZONE

    Ben
    It’s clear. C’mon.

    Laughlan
    Weiss, what is it?

    Weiss
    The camera relay, it’s pointing into the zone, not up.

    Ben
    Who gives a damn? Hey, where are you going?

    STAGE

    Phil
    ..later she cheated on college exams, had sexual relationships with
    two, sometimes three different men in a year, and then she met mad dog
    Ben Richards. Her confederate, her lover.

    Amber
    That was a lie.

    Damon
    Dear, dear. Let’s re-unite these little love-birds. Go!

    AMBER IS SUCKED DOWN VACUUM SLED TUBE

    GAME-ZONE

    Weiss
    It’s got to be here somewhere.

    Ben
    You want to tell me what the hell is going on?

    Weiss
    All the relays are the same they point into the middle of the game-
    zone. Now sooner or later they’re going to connect. Which means the up-
    link to the network satellite is in there.

    Laughlan
    No wonder Mic’s people couldn’t find it. No one ever comes out here.

    Weiss
    If we can find the up-link we can crack the code.

    Laughlan
    If we get it to Mic the hologram will jam the network

    Ben
    Jam the network? Jam it up your ass! Forget this crazy up-link
    business! Your going to get us all killed! We’ve got to move on! Let’s
    go, move! Move! Christ.

    BEN FOLLOWS LAUGHLAN AND WEISS

    BACKSTAGE AT ISC

    ISC Man (to Buzzsaw and Dynamo)
    Stalkers we have a bead, twenty degrees north mark seven, twelve
    degrees east mark two.

    Fireball (out of costume)
    Let’s win one for the Zero!

    GAME-ZONE

    Ben
    Up-links, underground. Up-links, underground. If you don’t shut up I’m
    going to up-link your ass, you’ll be underground. Watch out! The
    lights!

    Laughlan
    Let’s get out of here.

    Ben
    Shh, some one’s coming.

    BEN GRABS AMBER AND RAISES HIS FIST

    Amber
    Hey! Hey! Richards wait! It’s Amber!

    Ben
    What the hell you doing here!?!

    Amber
    Well, you don’t have to belt the crap out of me! You think I’m glad to
    be here!?!

    Laughlan
    Who the hell’s this?

    Ben
    She’s the one who turned me in at the airport. Guess this is her
    reward.

    Amber
    Yeah go ahead, make jokes. It’s your fault I’m here. They think I’m
    helping you out. They even think I’m your girlfriend.

    Ben
    Well I can straighten that out. See that camera up here? I can strangle
    you for the home audience.

    WEISS RUNS OFF WITHOUT THE OTHERS

    Weiss
    Another relay.

    Laughlan
    Where?

    Weiss
    They’re out here.

    Ben
    Weiss!

    Amber
    What’s he talking about?

    Ben
    Weiss! Over here! Over here!

    BUZZSAW COMES AT THE RUNNERS ON HIS MOTORBIKE AND THEN DYNAMO IN HIS
    CAR

    Laughlan
    You son-of-a-bitch!

    Ben
    Wait! Back off! Laughlan! Let’s go!

    AMBER FOLLOWS WEISS TOWARDS THE RELAY

    Amber
    Hey man what are you doing? Hey!

    Weiss
    The resistance has been trying to jam the network for five years. This
    could be our chance.

    Amber
    Let’s go.

    Weiss
    No. This is more important. It’s the up-link to the network satellite.

    Amber
    But he’s going to find us. Weiss, come on. Weiss.

    BEN AND LAUGHLAN CRAWL INTO A DAMAGED BUILDING

    Ben
    Over there.

    Weird Echoed Voice (from the stage above?)
    Who loves you and who do you love? Let me here it! Ahhhhhh. Who loves
    you and who do you love? Let me here it! One more time!

    BUZZSAW RIDES WITH HIS CHAINSAW TOWARDS BEN

    LAUGHLAN PUSHES BEN CLEAR BUT GETS CUT HIMSELF

    Ben
    Laughlan! Hang on I’ve got you.

    BUZZSAW LASSOES AND THEN DRAGS BEN ALONG BEHIND HIS MOTORBIKE

    Damon (on stage giving Leon prizes)
    …there you go Leon. And the Running Man home game.

    BUZZSAW IS CATAPULTED OFF HIS MOTORBIKE BY BEN

    Mexican Guy (at huge TV at junkyard)
    Don’t worry. It’s a game. You’ll make more money.

    Amber
    Let’s get out of here, Weiss. He’s gunna find us.

    Weiss
    Jackpot.

    Amber
    What are you doing? Weiss? What’s this, Weiss?

    Weiss
    It’s the up-link interface. Look out. Great, hexagonal decode system,
    not impossible, it’s just going to take a little time. Your name is
    Amber right?

    WEISS TYPES ON THE UP-LINK INTERFACE AND STARTS DECODING

    Amber
    Yeah.

    Weiss
    Ok Amber, I’m going to need you to remember these numbers. We’ve gotta
    get them to Mic and the resistance.

    Amber
    All right, all right, I will. But then let’s go.

    BEN AND BUZZSAW WRESTLE WITH CHAINSAW

    Buzzsaw
    I love this saw. This saw’s a part of me. And I’m going to make it part
    of you!

    Ben
    That’s all right, keep it.

    BEN SHOVES CHAINSAW UP THROUGH BUZZSAW’S GROIN

    Buzzsaw
    Ahhhh

    WEISS READS NUMBERS FROM THE UP-LINK INTERFACE’S DISPLAY

    Weiss
    Eighteen, twenty four. C’mon.

    Amber
    Eighteen, twenty four.

    Weiss
    Sixty one, B. Say them. Say them!

    Amber
    Eighteen, twenty four, sixty one, B. Can we go now?

    Weiss
    Not yet.

    Amber
    Not yet? What do you mean, not yet?

    Weiss
    Seven, seventeen, seventeen, four.

    Amber
    Seventeen, seven, four.

    Weiss
    Seventeen, seventeen, four.

    Dynamo
    Come to me my love.

    WEISS IS ELECTROCUTED BY DYNAMO’S ELECTRICAL LAUNCHER

    Amber
    Noooo! Aaaaaaah. No, no. Let me go! Richards!

    Ben
    Hey light-head! Hey Christmas tree!

    Amber
    Richards? Ohhhh.

    DYNAMO RENDERS AMBER UNCONSCIENCE WITH ELECTRICITY AND CHASES BEN IN
    HIS CAR

    Dynamo
    Yaaaah!

    Ben
    Oh shit!

    Dynamo (singing in opera voice)
    La, la, la, la…

    Ben
    Follow me light-bulb.

    Dynamo
    Ahh, got ya!

    STUDIO AUDIENCE APPLAUSE

    DYNAMO’S CAR FLIPS ON IT’S SIDE

    Dynamo
    Oh god! Oh god! Somebody help me! Oh cut, cut, go to commercial! Jesus
    Christ! I have no power! Cut! Go to commercial!

    Female Studio Audience Member
    Kill ‘im!

    Ben
    No. I won’t kill a helpless human being, not even a sadistic scum like
    you.

    Studio Audience
    I my god! Boooo! C’mon! Do it!

    Amber
    What happened to Buzzsaw?

    Ben
    Oh, he had to split.

    Studio Audience
    Boo!

    Damon (on stage)
    Hey what an incredible battle! Buzzsaw gone, Dynamo down, but the stalk
    isn’t over ’til the fat lady sings, and the very last criminal…

    PA system (backstage at ISC)
    Fireball report to wardrobe at once. Fireball, you are wanted in
    wardrobe.

    Damon (on stage)
    …and our half time show.

    Ben
    Laughlan, breaks over. C’mon, let’s get going.

    Laughlan
    I’m going somewhere but not with you. Buzzsaw took care of my
    travelling arrangements.

    LAUGHLAN SHOWS LARGE GASH ACROSS HIS TORSO

    Ben
    Oh my god.

    Laughlan
    Weiss?

    Amber
    He’s dead. But he gave me the code, the satellite up-link code.

    Laughlan
    The underground has a broadcast centre in quadrant four. Take her, take
    her and the code, to Mic. Don’t let us die for nothing. Listen we’re
    counting on ya, don’t let us down, I don’t want to be the only ass-hole
    in heaven, Ben.

    Ben
    He saved my life. It should be me down there.

    TV SCREEN IN GAME-ZONE

    Damon (from backstage)
    I got it? Ben. Ben, I gotta hand it to you pal. Haha. You got the whole
    network in an up roar. Why, they’re shipping bi-carb to the justice
    department in crates. So that’s why this little call is just between
    you and I. It’s not going out on the air. Listen very carefully Ben,
    how would you like a three year contract, guaranteed, a CADRE credit
    line and a beach-front condo? Sound impossible? That’s the standard
    deal for a network stalker. And I know real talent when I see it Ben,
    and I’d just hate to see you get cancelled tonight when you could go
    the distance. Say the word Ben, and you could be the one doing the
    stalking. What do you think?

    Ben (holding and speaking into TV camera)
    You cold blooded bastard! I’ll tell you what I think of it! I live to
    see you eat that contract, but I hope you leave enough room for my fist
    because I’m going to ram it into your stomach and break your god-damn
    spine!

    BEN SLAMS TV CAMERA ON THE GROUND

    BACKSTAGE AT ISC

    TELEPHONE RINGS

    Brenda
    Damon, it’s for you.

    Damon
    Wh…who?

    Brenda
    It’s the attorney general.

    Damon
    Get out. Everybody out. C’mon! Move! Yes?

    STAGE

    Studio Audience (chanting)
    …Fireball! Fireball! Fireball! Fireball! Fireball!…

    Phil
    And there he goes! Fireball’s on his way. And Dynamo’s down but not
    out. Back to you Damon.

    Damon
    Hey! All right Agnus. Listen now, big chance for you now. Win a whole
    lotta prizes. Ya know we’ve still got two crack stalkers out there.
    Dynamo and Fireball. Who do you think will make the next kill?

    Mrs McArdle
    Oh boy, that’s a tough one.

    Damon
    Come on give it a try. You can do it. Who do you think?

    Mrs McArdle
    Okay…I think…the next kill will be made by…Ben Richards.

    Damon
    Hold it, hold it. Agnus, Richards is a runner, you’ve got to pick a
    stalker.

    Mrs McArdle
    I can pick anyone a choose, and I choose, Ben Richards. That boy’s one
    mean motherfucker.

    HUGE TV SCREEN AT JUNK YARD

    Gambler
    Two hundred dollars on Richards. Come on two hundred on Richards. Two
    hundred dollars on Richards. Come on man you gotta do it. Two hundred
    dollars on Richards.

    Mexican Guy
    Let’s do it? Okay, you want it, you got it.

    Gambler
    Hey man, what have you got?

    Mexican Guy
    Place your bets. Place your bets, c’mon.

    COLUMN DRAWN ON BLACKBOARD FOR ‘RICHARDS’ WITH ODDS ‘100-1’

    GAME-ZONE

    Ben
    Network broadcast centre, my ass. I don’t know what Laughlan was
    talking about there’s nothing out here.

    Amber
    My and my big mouth. We should have taken the trip to Hawaii.

    Ben
    I had the shirt for it, but you fucked it up.

    BEN AND AMBER SPOT FIREBALL FLYING HIGH IN THE AIR WITH HIS JETPACK

    Amber
    Jesus Christ!

    Ben
    Guess again. Come on, keep up.

    Amber
    I’m running too fast, my feet can’t keep up.

    Damon (on stage)
    There we go. The number one rusher. He smells blood and nothing on
    Earth is gunna stop him.

    Ben
    This way.

    Amber
    Why here? No I want to go that way. I think that…

    Ben
    You’re going to get us killed.

    FIREBALLS FIRES HIS FLAME-THROWER AT THE RUNNERS

    Amber
    Ahhh! Stop it! Ahhh! Richards! Let me go!

    Ben
    Amber! Get out of here.

    BEN THROWS BARRELS AT FIREBALL AND THEN TIPS AN OPEN ONE FULL OF LIQUID
    WHICH FIREBALL’S FLAME-THROWER IGNITES BUT FIREBALL WALKS OUT STRAIGHT
    THROUGH THE FLAMES

    Ben (picking up a flare as he retreats)
    Amber?

    Amber
    Richards? Richards? Richards?

    AMBER COMES ACROSS THREE DECAYING CORPSES AND READS THEIR DOG-TAGS

    Amber
    Ahhhhhhhh! Wittman…Price…

    Fireball
    …Hadad.

    Amber
    The Running Man, last seasons winners.

    Fireball
    No, last seasons losers.

    BEN PULLS OFF THE TUBE THAT ATTACHES FIREBALL’S FLAME-THROWER TO HIS
    FUEL TANK

    Fireball
    Ahh my gas light! My gas light!

    BEN LIGHTS THE FLARE AND THROWS IT AT FIREBALL

    Ben
    How ’bout a light?

    Fireball
    Ahhh!

    BOOM! FLARE IGNITES ESCAPING FUEL AND THE TANK ON FIREBALLS BACK
    EXPLODES

    Ben
    What a hot head.

    BACKSTAGE AT ISC

    PA System
    Captain Freedom to wardrobe. Captain Freedom to wardrobe on the double.

    Captain Freedom
    Forget it Killian! I won’t do it.

    Damon
    It’s not a request moron, it’s an order!

    Captain Freedom
    I don’t need this crap! This stuff is garbage! I…I was killing guys
    like this ten years ago with my bare hands! I’m not going for any of
    these tricks! This is a sport of death and honour! Code of the
    gladiators!

    Damon
    Cap, will you spare me the combat Zen speech? What the hell’s the
    matter with you!?! Can’t you see what’s going on out there!?! This
    isn’t a game! They’re betting on Richards up there!

    Captain Freedom
    Bullshit!

    Damon
    Get out of here! [to Sven] Get him out of here! What’s the matter,
    steroids make you deaf!?! Get him out of here, now!

    GAME-ZONE

    Amber
    Now what?

    Ben
    Let’s find Mic’s secret broadcast centre…if it even exists. Oh shit!
    Let’s try that way.

    GATES SHUT AROUND THEM

    Ben
    We’re trapped.

    STAGE

    Phil
    Subzero. Fireball. And Buzzsaw. Say their names with reverend pride.
    They punished crime and served the law. As patriots they died.

    BACKSTAGE AT ISC

    Tony
    This is what I hate. There’s act problems. Roll stock (click). Freeze
    in digital memory (click). And…

    Damon
    …activate travelling map. Tony, this better work pal, or you’ll be a
    digital memory.

    Tony
    Take it easy Damon. We’re loading Richards’ image on to the database
    and when he’s mapped on to the stunt double you’ll never know the
    difference. All right boys, let’s see you dance.

    Damon
    Sensational. I love it!

    GAME-ZONE – SECRET BROADCAST CENTRE

    Mic
    Mister Richards, I’m surprised you were so easy caught. Welcome to the
    people’s network. We’ve been waiting for you.

    Ben
    This is nice Mic. But it would have been nicer if you would have gotten
    off your asses and helped us out there.

    Mic
    We couldn’t. We’d have been seen and the government would have found
    this place. Laughlan, Weiss, would have died for nothing.

    Amber
    They didn’t. I have the up-link code.

    STAGE

    Damon
    Woo, hoo. Ladies and gentleman I’ve just got an up date on tonight’s
    incredible action. The runners have entered the final quadrant.

    Phil
    And Captain Freedom has hung up his announcers light and come out of
    retirement. He’s suited up and ready for the final conflict.

    Damon
    Let’s go there now, live to the game-zone.

    FOURTH QUADRANT – A MODIFIED WRESTLING RING

    BEN AND AMBER FALL THROUGH SHOOTS INTO THE RING WHERE CAPTAIN FREEDOM
    SNAPS AMBER’S NECK AND IMPALES BEN ON A WALL OF SPIKES

    STAGE

    Phil
    Yes it’s all over! What a colossal fight! This is an incredible moment
    in sports. Captain Freedom out of retirement and still undefeated
    champion. Proving once again that right and might are one of the same.

    GAME-ZONE – SECRET BROADCAST CENTRE

    BEN TURNS AWAY FROM TV SCREEN

    Ben
    Damn that Killian!

    Amber
    What’s wrong? You should be happy, we’re officially dead. We can go
    anywhere, do anything.

    Ben
    No, don’t you understand it. He’ll never let us out of here alive, they
    can’t afford it. They’ll get the police, the army and hunt us down like
    dogs, off camera of course.

    BACKSTAGE AT ISC

    Tony
    Ok. Dismantle all the overlays. Put the ah…digital map in the pixel
    memory storage. Ya know, the damn thing worked like a charm.

    Brenda
    It should. Edital charged us an arm and a leg for the software. Damon,
    you didn’t have to kill him!

    Damon
    It’s all part of life’s rich pattern Brenda, and you better fuckin’ get
    used to it. That’s the one for the awards show huh? Thank you, you’re
    doing nice work. I thank you. Tony, you’re finally (click) getting it.

    GAME-ZONE – SECRET BROADCAST CENTRE

    Ben
    Guns. You don’t need guns to jam a satellite.

    Mic
    I do, to keep it. The minute I steal the signal, the network will try
    to shunt the next one in orbit. Stevie’s group is going inside to stop
    them now.

    Ben
    These kids? That’s a bad move Mic. They need a leader. They need
    someone with experience.

    Mic
    I thought you were looking for the door.

    Ben
    I told Killian I’d be back…and I wouldn’t want to be a liar.

    BACKSTAGE AT ISC

    Damon
    Listen up everybody. I want you to all consider yourselves picked up
    for the rest of the season, ok? What, are you my people or an oil
    painting? Where up nine points! Come on now. [to Sven] Let’s go champ.

    GAME-ZONE – SECRET BROADCAST CENTRE

    Mic
    We’re going to send the up-link code in twenty minutes. Ten seconds
    later I’ll go on the air.

    Ben
    We’ll be ready.

    Amber
    If you want to make an impression, forget the speech. Try this instead.

    Mic
    What is it.

    Amber
    It’s the original video from the Bakersfield massacre, before they
    edited for broadcasting.

    Ben
    Where did you hide that?

    Amber
    It’s none of your business.

    BACKSTAGE

    ISC Security Guy
    Hey, what the hell!?!

    GAME-ZONE – SECRET BROADCAST CENTRE

    Underground Tech
    Six minutes.

    Mic
    Begin the satellite coding sequence. Load up-link code into transponder
    grid. Shunt power to main circuits. And Mister Spock you have the com.

    Underground Tech
    Who’s Mister Spock?

    STAGE

    Damon
    Come on let me hear it now. Oh yeah. Ok, I’ll quickly rap up the show.
    Ladies I love ya. Thank you young man. Hello, your on the air.

    Female Caller
    Hi Damon, my name’s Mandy. Listen I have a question about Dynamo. Is he
    seriously hurt or what?

    Damon
    He’s going to be fine love. But fortunately enough you see, Dynamo is
    still under factory warranty.

    BACKSTAGE

    Amber
    Good luck.

    Ben
    You too.

    STAGE

    Damon
    You’re on the air.

    Caller
    I feel so bad about the dead stalkers. Is there anyway I can send a
    donation to help out their families?

    Damon
    Oh what a darlin’ you are. Yes, Gwenda. All you do is you send your
    cheques to the patriots fund care of this station, add the number nine,
    two, five…

    GAME-ZONE – SECRET BROADCAST CENTRE

    Underground Tech
    …three, two, one. That’s it. We got it! We got that baby!

    STAGE

    Damon
    …and those donations are tax deductable.

    ON STUDIO TV SCREEN

    TV DISPLAYS “KILLIAN IS LYING TO YOU!”

    Recording of Damon
    And who loves you and who do you love?

    Recording of Audience
    Damon!

    Recording of Damon
    Yes…yes…yes…

    Female Audience Member (in studio audience)
    Hey what’s going on?

    Recording of Damon
    We don’t lie…lie…lie…like our previous winners, Wittman, Price
    and Hadad. You remember them, there they are and at this very moment
    basking in Maui sun, their debt to society paid in full.

    THE THREE CORPSES AMBER FOUND ARE SHOWN

    Recording of Damon
    Watch that screen.

    THE VIDEO OF THE BAKERSFIELD MASSACRE IS SHOWN

    Over Military-Radio
    Yankee nine-niner, what’s the status of the crowd.

    Ben
    Food riot in progress. Approximately fifteen-hundred civilians, no
    weapons are evident.

    Over Military-Radio
    Proceed with plan alpha, eliminate anything moving.

    Ben
    I said the crowd is unarmed! There are lots of women and children down
    there. All they want is some food for-gods-sake!

    Over Military-Radio
    As you were Richards. Proceed with plan alpha. All rioters must be
    eliminated.

    Ben
    The hell with you! I will not fire on helpless human beings.

    BACKSTAGE AT ISC

    Tony
    Where’s it coming from?

    Brenda
    The network satellite.

    Ben (background sound – the Bakersfield massacre):…abort mission. We
    return to base…

    Stevie
    Don’t touch that dial.

    STAGE

    ON TV MONITOR THE VIDEO OF THE MASSACRE CONTINUES

    Over Police-Radio
    …Saunders do you copy?…Detain Richards and proceed as ordered.

    HELICOPTER PERSONAL FIGHT

    Passenger
    Richards, what the fuck are you doing!?!

    Damon
    Ladies and gentlemen! Ladies and gentlemen, if you’ll please bare with
    us, we experiencing technical difficulties.

    Mrs McArdle
    Bullshit!

    Ben
    It’s show time. Get the people out. Come on, get the people out.

    THE GUARDS AND STEVIES GROUP BEGIN SHOOTING AT EACH OTHER

    CORRIDOR IN ISC BUILDING

    Dynamo
    Thought it was pretty funny out there in the zone? What’s the matter
    now bitch, why aren’t you laughing?

    Amber
    Because there’s nothing funny about a dickless moron with a battery up
    he’s ass.

    Dynamo (on top of Amber)
    I’ll show you dickless.

    AMBER SHOOTS SPRINKLERS IN CEILING WHICH TURN ON AND SHE MOVES CLEAR AS
    DYNAMO IS ELECTROCUTED

    Dynamo
    Ahhhhhhhh! Ohhhhh!

    STAGE

    One of Stevie’s soldiers
    Get out of my way!

    Another of Stevie’s soldiers
    Get down! Down!

    STUDIO EMPTIES UNTIL ONLY BEN AND DAMON ARE LEFT

    Ben (to Damon)
    Hello cutie-pie. One of us is in deep trouble.

    SVEN WALKS ON TO THE STAGE

    Damon
    Haha. Sven, do you want to talk to Mister Richards? Well?

    Sven
    I got to score some steroids.

    SVEN WALKS OFF THE STAGE

    Damon
    You look pissed, Ben. Believe me you’ve got every right to be. But hey,
    will ya…will you just let me explain? This is television, that’s all
    it is. It’s nothing to do with people, it’s about ratings. For fifty
    years we’ve told them what do eat, what to drink, what to wear. For
    Christs sake Ben don’t you understand? Americans love television. They
    ween their kids on it. Listen, they love game shows, they love
    wrestling, they love sports, and violence. So what do we do? We give
    ’em what they want. We’re number one Ben, that’s all that counts.
    Believe me, I’ve been in the business thirty years.

    Ben
    Well I haven’t been in show business as long as you have Killian, but
    I’m a quick learner, and I’m going to give the audience what I think
    they want.

    BEN PUTS DAMON IN A VACUUM SLED

    Damon
    You bastard! Drop dead!

    Ben
    I don’t do requests.

    Damon
    Noooooooo! Ahhhhhhhhh!

    KILLIAN SUCKED DOWN VACUUM SLED TUBE AND OUT THROUGH A CADRE COLA SIGN
    WHICH EXPLODES

    Ben
    Well, that hit the spot.

    TV AUDIENCE CHEER AND CHANT “…Richards! Richards! Richards!…”

    AMBER WALKS IN, BEN AND AMBER KISS THEN THEY WALK OUT

    SONG PLAYED DURING CREDIT SEQUENCE – “Running Away With You” by John
    Parr

    This is no game,

    Standing in the dark I swear I heard you calling my name,

    And I know things have changed,

    No pain, no gain,

    Somethin’ in your eyes just told me that this nightmare will end,

    And I have found a friend

    Shout it from the highest steeple,

    Let it to out to all the people,

    You hit the right spot

    CHORUS

    No more lonely nights, with a restless heart,

    Roll the dice, make a brand new start,

    When the world you knew got shattered,

    You and me were all that mattered,

    Just one way I’m going to lose this restless heart,

    Running away with you

    You won again,

    I’ll take you in me arms and hold you ’til the fear is all gone,

    And now the race is won

    Shout it from the highest steeple,

    Let it to out to all the people,

    Hey, scream it on the loudest speaker,

    Burning like the highest fever,

    You hit the right spot

    CHORUS

    GUITAR SOLO

    There’s a new horizon that we’ve both entered,

    It’s out there in the distance, and it’s playing at you,

    Restless heart, running away with you

    You won again,

    I’ll take you in me arms and hold you ’til the fear is all gone,

    And now the race is won

    Shout it from the highest steeple,

    Let it to out to all the people,

    Scream it on the loudest speaker,

    burning like the highest fever,

    You hit the right spot,

    Running away with you

    CHORUS

    Roll the dice, make a brand new start,

    Running away, running away with you,

    Running away, running away with you,

    Restless heart

    VOICE OVER DURING CREDIT SEQUENCE

    Phil
    The Running Man has been brought to you by; Break-away para-military
    uniforms, Orgofura procreation pills, and Cadre cola – it hits the
    spot! Promotional consideration paid for by; Kiltem flame-throwers,
    Dwainsright electrical launchers, and Hammer and Gauge chainsaws. Damon
    Killian’s wardrobe by Shea Zantwan – nineteenth century craftsmanship
    for the twenty-first century man. Cadre trooper and Studio guard side
    arms provided by Goldchester – the pistol of patriots. Remember tickets
    for ISC studio tours are always available for class A citizens in good
    standing. If you’d like to be a contestant on The Running Man, send a
    self addressed, stamped envelope to ISC Talent Hunt care of your local
    affiliate, and then go out and do something really despicable. I’m Phil
    Hilton. Good night and take care.

    The Running Man – CREDITS

    Ben Richards – Arnold Schwarzenegger

    Amber Mendez – Maria Conichita Alonso

    Laughlan – Yaphet Kott

    Weiss – Marvin J. McIntyre

    Mic – Mic Fleetwood

    Stevie – Dweezil Zappa

    Damon Killian – Richard Dawson

    Subzero – Professor Toru Tanaka

    Dynamo – Erland Van Lidth

    Buzzsaw – Gus Rethwisch

    Fireball – Jim Brown

    Captain Freedom – Jesse Venture

    http://www.horrorlair.com/scripts/runningman.txt

  • Oppsumering siden 2003. (In Norwegian).

    Altså, jeg overhørte i 2003 at jeg var forfulgt av noe ‘mafian’.

    Etter det så har ingen fortalt meg noe som helst.

    Politiet gjør ikke jobben sin, og ikke pressen heller, og ingen sier noenting.

    Ingen bryr seg om at jeg har rett til å vite hva som foregår.

    Som en konsekvens av dette, så har jeg sittet hjemme alene de siste fire julaftnene.

    Siden jeg ikke har anelse om hvordan jeg bør gå videre med livet mitt, for ingen sier hva som foregår.

    Så jeg sitter her å lurer på om Norge er det mest homo landet på jorda?

    Hvorfor får ikke folk vite hva som foregår?

    Er folk i Norge for redd for utlendinger, at de ikke skal like det, om de sier noe de ikke liker.

    Ikke vet jeg altså, men jeg blir litt irritert av å sitte hjemme alene hver alene hver julaften, og å aldri få noen julegaver, eller noe, enda jeg aldri har gjort noe galt hele livet, som jeg kan skjønne.

    Så Norge må være helt ødelagt og bebodd av quislinger og homoer.

    Sånn tenker jeg her jeg sitter alene i jula.

    Så sånn er det.

    Med vennlig hilsen

    Erik Ribsskog

  • Democracy Norway protest – dag 1. (In Norwegian).

    Democracy Norway protest – dag 1. (In Norwegian).




















































    PS.

    The Norwegian consulate is in the India Building, that’s why I posted there, so not protest against India, only Norway’s consulate(!)

  • Helene Sommer er kjent i Drammen. Cecilie, venninna til søstra mi, var også nesten som en kjendis i Drammen, og hu hang mye hos meg i Leirfaret osv.

    Hei
    Helene Sommer,

    Between
    Helene
    Sommer

    and
    You

     

    Erik
    Ribsskog

    Today
    at 1:38pm

    husker
    du meg?

    Var det ikke du som var venninne med Cecilie Hyde og
    søstra mi Pia, da jeg bodde i Oslo, i 1990, og var en helg i
    Drammen, og var med dere i frisørsalongen din, Cutting
    Crew(?), ikke langt fra Saga Kino, eller hva kinoen heter igjen i
    Drammen?

    Selv om jeg kanskje så litt noldus ut, jeg var
    litt fattig da, så jeg følte meg litt dum med
    noldus-hårfrisyre når jeg var på vorspiel omtrent i
    frisørsalongen din.

    Og etterpå så dro jeg
    og Pia med Cecilie, over på Strømsø for å
    kjøpe av noen pakistanere, (det var Cecilie og Pia som skulle
    røyke det), men Cecilie fikk ikke kjøpt av pakistanerne
    i Tollbugata vel, antagelig fordi jeg så så streight ut,
    så de turte vel ikke selge, i tilfelle jeg var sivilpoliti,
    eller noe.

    Jeg bare så gjennom vennene til Jan, som er
    broren til Christell, og jeg lurte på om kona hans, Hege fra
    Rødgata, også kallte seg Snoghoj, uten ø, på
    Facebook, som Jan, (men det gjorde hu ikke), så kikka jeg
    tilfeldigvis gjennom vennene hennes, så huska jeg deg fra
    frisørsalongen din, for det var så morsom vits, siden
    det het Cutting Crew.

    (Cutting, betyr jo klippe, og Cutting
    Crew var også et 80-tallsband, så det var artig navn,
    husker jeg vi syntes.

    Så sånn var det).

    Jeg
    har ikke noe med Jan og Hege Snoghøj/Snoghøj å
    gjøre nå lenger altså, jeg skulle bare ta opp noe
    som jeg hørte i bryllupet dems, at Jan som 24 åring,
    eller noe, begynte å rote med Hege, som da var 15, og venninna
    til Christell, og på besøk som venninna til
    Christell.

    Så jeg syntes det var litt rart.


    takk for sist i Drammen i 1990, selv om det er snart 20 år
    siden, og selv om du prata mest med Cecilie og søstra mi
    vel.

    Så sånn var det.

    Med
    vennlig hilsen

    Erik Ribsskog

    PS.

    Det her tror jeg er den mest kjente sangen som Helene Sommer har vært med på, hvis jeg ikke tar helt feil:

    PS 2.

    Her er mer fra Cutting Crew:

  • Facebook-melding til Jan, broren til Christell, som jeg egentlig aldri har gått noe bra sammen med. (In Norwegian).

    Facebook-melding til Jan, broren til Christell, som jeg egentlig aldri har gått noe bra sammen med. (In Norwegian).

    Hallå
    Jan,

    Between
    Jan
    Snoghoj

    and
    You

     

    Erik
    Ribsskog

    Today
    at 12:52pm

    hvorfor
    heter du Snoghoj på Facebook når du egentlig heter
    Snoghøj da, bor du ikke i Drammen da?

    Og hvorfor
    inviterte dere meg på bryllupet til deg og kona di Hege fra
    rødgata (som dem sa du begynte å rote på når
    hu var 15 og du var 25 eller noe), i bryllupet i Geilo i år
    2000, var det vel.

    Hvorfor inviterte dere meg, når dere
    etter bryllupet sende et bryllupsbilde av dere to mens dere åt
    på en pølse i brød fra hver deres side?

    Og
    hvorfor hadde dere krølla sangen fra Haldis, mora di, i mitt
    sanghefte i bryllupet, til en ball og så retta ut?

    Og
    hvorfor holdt han svogern din, lillebroren til Hege tale i bryllupet,
    om hvor mange menn Christell hadde liggi med, han sa det var noen og
    tredve vel, han lille broren hennes med mørkt hår.

    Og
    hvorfor er ikke Christell på facebook?

    Og driver du å
    spionerer på lillesøstra di, Christell, som er 8 år
    yngre enn deg, eller noe, i dusjen enda, som du gjorde i 93, og du
    maste på henne om at hu begyne å barbere seg på
    musa.

    Jeg vet det ikke er min business, men du sa det mens jeg
    stod ved siden av, mens dere prata om det, så da blanda du meg
    inn i det.

    Så derfor tar jeg opp det her nå.

    Er
    det noe illuminati-greier med at du vil at søstra di skal være
    hore eller?

    Og hvorfor begynte du å rote med hu Hege,
    som er kona di nå, når hu bare 15 år, og du var 25,
    og hu var venninna til Christell.

    Jeg husker en jul på
    90-tallet, så hadde Christell ei venninne som var frøken
    Norge, og hun skulle egentlig være med på
    julefeiringa.

    Men da hadde du gjort noe greier, sånn at
    hu ikke turte å komme likevel, og Christell var sur på
    deg.

    Her har du litt å svare på vet du, jeg tar
    det opp for å ta det på bloggen, men det der bilde dere
    sendte med pølsespisinga, og alt det pisset du har drivi med
    opp gjennom åra, så er det bare for å ta det opp,
    og ikke noe mer.

    Og hu dama du var sammen med i Åmot, hu
    advarte mot deg, til alle hu møtte omtrent, virka det som.

    Hu
    lyse.

    Jeg husker jeg og du og Christell så på
    tv-reklame nede hos Haldis.

    Så var det ei lys dame.

    Og
    Christell spurte deg om hu ikke så fin ut.

    Nei, hu så
    ut som ei budeie svarte du da.

    Er det noe spetakkel mot de
    lyshåra folka eller, som du driver med?

    Er Viggo noe
    gigolo i USA, som Pia sa.

    Du hadde jo det lageret med kondomer
    under senga di i huset til Haldis på Bergeråsen på
    80-tallet.

    Når du lå med hu nabojenta og hu fra
    Åmot og sikkert mange fler.

    Men du var jo nærmere
    søstra mi enn meg, for dere bodde jo i Huset til Haldis sammen
    i mange år, var det du som fikk a på tjukka da hu tok
    abort, og holdt på å blø ihjel i huset til
    Haldis.

    Og hvorfor hjelper dere ikke broren deres Viggo,
    hvorfor lar dere han være gigolo i USA, som søstra mi
    sa?

    Og hvorfor har du ikke vennene dine fra Berger på
    Facebook-sida di, Tom Bråten og Eirik Thoraldsson og dem.

    Med
    vennlig hilsen

    Erik Ribsskog

    PS.

    Her er Jan og den ca. ti år yngre kona hans, Hege fra Rødgata. (Eller de sier kanskje Rodgata nå).

    Men men.

    Det er jo en ting at hu er ca. ti år yngre kanskje.

    Men dem sa i bryllupet dems, i år 2000, var det vel, på Geilo.

    Noen folk fra Berger, var det vel, som sa at Jan begynte å rote med Hege, da hu var bare 15 år, og Jan var vel ca. 24-25 da, eller noe.

    Og Hege var på besøk som venninne av Christell, søstra hans.

    Så begynner bare Jan og sjekker opp Hege og roter med henne som 15-åring og venninne av lillesøstra.

    Jeg syntes det var litt på, og vel også kanskje litt over kanten.

    Så Jan er en nok litt som en gris, tror jeg nok enkelte mener.

    Så det er ikke sånn at Jan er den første man har lyst å kontakte når man melder seg på Facebook, han kommer nok ganske nærme slutten av lista, for vi har aldri gått noe bra sammen, selv om han er 7-8 år eldre enn meg, han aldri vært noe bror for meg, han har mer vært som en uvenn da, for å si det sånn, en bøllete, eldre uvenn på stedet du bor, det er sånn Jan har vært for meg, når jeg vokste opp på Bergeråsen da.

    Så sånn er det:

  • Politisk protest mot hokus-pokus. (Mumbo Jumbo). (In Norwegian).

    Hokus i militæret, det er jo kodeord for helikopter.

    Men det var ikke det jeg tenkte på med hokus-pokus.

    Hokus-pokus, det er det som myndighetene i Norge driver med, med rettighetene mine, de lager hokus-pokus ut av rettighetene mine, og sier ikke hva som foregår, etter at jeg har overhørt at jeg blir forfulgt av noe ‘mafian’, i 2003.

    Men det er jobben til politiet og myndighetene å si hva som foregår, derfor når de ikke gjør jobben sin, og tuller med meg istedet, så driver de med noe hokus-pokus.

    I England så tuller også myndighetene med meg, og gir meg ikke rettighetene mine, som jeg har ifølge EØS-avtalen.

    Men i England så kaller de ikke sånt for hokus-pokus, der heter det Mumbo Jumbo.

    Så jeg får kalle dette politisk protest mot hokus-pokus og mumbo-jumbo.

    Så sånn er det.

    Hvordan takle hokus-pokus fra myndighetene?

    Hva er det meningen at man skal gjøre hvis man blir utsatt for hokus-pokus fra myndighetene, lurer kanskje folk som leser dette.

    Det er enkelt og greit, man kontakter bare Sivilombudsmannen.

    (I England så tror jeg ikke de har Sivilombudsmann, men hvis man har forsøkt alt mulig så må man kontakte Downing Street tror jeg, statsministerens kontor:

    http://www.number10.gov.uk/footer/contact-us).

    Men men.

    Så skulle det være i orden, tenkte sikkert de som leste dette.

    Men neida.

    Jeg har blitt tullet med av Sivilombudsmannen også.

    De sa for snart et år siden, at jeg skulle bare sende et kort, undertegnet brev til dem.

    (Etter å ha sendt dem e-poster, hvor det kom fram at jeg ble tulla med av myndighetene da.

    At det forekom hokus-pokus, fra myndighetene, det må man si at kom klart fram fra de e-postene, så det var bare en formalitet, å få Sivilombudsmannen til å rydde opp).

    Men neida.

    Når de fikk det korte, undertegnede brevet de ba om, så ble de tverre og satte seg på bakbeina, og så skulle de ha et langt brev istedet.

    Så de er underfundige.

    Så de er vel kanskje noe underjordiske da.

    At de ikke lever i den virkelige verden, men i en hokus-pokus verden, sammen med politiet og de andre myndighetene i Norge og England, som har drevet med hokus-pokus og mumbo-jumbo da.

    Siden de ikke informerer folk om hva som foregår, men holder dette hemmelig, så er myndighetene i underverdenen, mener jeg.

    Så sånn er det.

    Så Sivilombudsmannen, eller ‘Ombudsmannen’ som de kaller seg, driver også med hokus-pokus, hva gjør man da?

    Ja da er det egentlig ingen over Ombudsmannen, så da er det egentlig ikke noe mer man kan gjøre, men man må bare finne seg i å bli ‘rævkjørt’, som det kalles, av myndighetene og Ombudsmannen da, som de kaller seg.

    Men jeg tror man kanskje kan prøve å kontakte Ombudsnissen da, som jeg tror holder til i London faktisk.

    Selv om Ombudsnissen nok er litt sky og litt frøsen, men Ombudsnissen tror jeg det kan være mulig å få hjelp av.

    Så det tenkte jeg at jeg skulle prøve nå, å se om det var mulig å få noe hjelp av Ombudsnissen.

    Det er vel kanskje verdt et forsøk.

    Vi får se.

    Så det var slutt på dagens kurs i politisk protest mot hokus-pokus og mumbo-jumbo.

    Med vennlig hilsen

    Erik Ribsskog

    PS.

    Nå har jeg skrevet mye om på bloggen, at det skal være åpenhet i samfunnet, i demokratiske samfunn, som Norge.

    Det har vi funnet ut, uten tvil, at det ikke er i Norge.

    (Det er ikke åpenhet om noe mafia-greier som politiet og avisene holder hemmelig osv).

    Men, det er også en annen ting som hører sammen med åpenhet og det er gjennomsiktighet.

    (Jeg har lest på amerikanske websider, og amerikanere er dyktige på ting som rettigheter og grunnlovsrettigheter og sånt).

    Og gjennomsiktighet som metode, eller transpirency, var det vel amerikanerne kallte det.

    Skal jeg se.

    Transparency heter det, på engelsk/amerikansk engelsk.

    Dette, gjennomsiktighet, er en metode som det virker som at brukes mye i Amerika, og også i England faktisk, fra den erfaringen jeg har med det britiske samfunnet, fra å ha bodd her i fire år snart og vært på ferie osv.

    Og det er noe av det som har imponert meg mest ved det britiske samfunnet faktisk, at det virker som at de har litt gjennomsiktighet, og også at folk verdsetter dette, i hvertfall noen, og at man ikke begyner å snuse for nære andre folk, men heller vil ha gjennomsiktige systemer.

    Og det kan jeg gi noen eksempler på.

    Og det er at i Norge så bruker vi ikke like mye gjennomsiktighet, men vi bruker mer av det jeg vil kalle ‘kommunistisk metode’, altså ugjennomsiktighet i systemer, eller såkallt grumsete systemer.

    Altså, i England, hvis man skulle hatt kunstnerstøtte f.eks., så må man fylle ut skjema, og skrive hvor man tjener osv.

    Og alle blir behandlet likt.

    Men i Norge, så sitter det en komite, og bruker den kommuniske metoden ‘grums’, og bestemmer at en kunstner, (en pen dame som må utføre gjenytelser? Bare for å forklare en svakhet ved dette grums-systemet), skal få støtte, siden denne er flink, mens en annen ikke.

    Så her er det ikke gjennomsiktighet i Norge.

    For hvis man skal ettersjekke dette, så må man gå inn i hjernen til de som satt i komiteen.

    Og hjerner de er det ikke mulig å lese nøyaktig, så det er ikke gjennomsiktighet.

    Det samme er det hvis jeg klager på ambassaden i London, til UD.

    Som jeg gjorde for et år siden.

    Så svarer ikke UD til meg.

    De kontakter bare ambassaden i London.

    Så får jeg beskjed fra Sivilombudsmannen, for noen måneder siden, om at UD kontaktet ambassaden i fjor.

    Det får jeg beskjed om et år seinere.

    Men UD sa ikke noe til meg, så jeg gikk videre, og kontaktet SMK, ettersom UD ikke svarte.

    Men hvordan kan jeg nå vite, nesten et år senere, at UD faktisk kontaktet ambassaden da.

    Og at det var ambassaden som tulla.

    Og at det ikke er UD som tuller nå?

    Jeg burde ha fått svar fra UD, i fjor, og fått kopi av brev fra UD til ambassaden.

    Da hadde jeg vært med på hva som foregikk.

    Og da hadde det vært gjennomsiktighet.

    Nå er det ikke gjennomsiktig for meg, hva som har skjedd.

    Så nå kan det ha vært noe grums, som har foregått, i det året jeg har ventet på svar fra UD og ambassaden.

    Det kan være at UD juger, og at ambassaden ikke har blitt instruert til å svare, men at UD bare skylder på ambassaden, for å redde sin egen rumpe, eller hva man skal kalle det.

    Og dette, ‘kommunistiske’ samfunnssystemet, som jeg vil kalle det, det tillater Sivilombudsmannen.

    Så i Norge, så har vi kommunistisk samfunnsmodell, vil jeg si.

    Og ikke gjennomsiktighet og åpenhet.

    Så i Norge så er det Kafka-byråkratene som styrer med Sivilombudsmannens velsignelse.

    Eller hokus-pokus byråkratene som kanskje noen heller vil kalle dem.

    Så sånn er det.