johncons






  • Google Mail – Chat with Ewans Nick







    Google Mail



    Erik Ribsskog

    <eribsskog@gmail.com>




    Chat with Ewans Nick





    Ewans Nick

    <ewans.nick@gmail.com>





    Thu, Apr 9, 2009 at 12:18 AM





    To:

    eribsskog@gmail.com



    11:47 PM Ewans: hi Erik

    12 minutes
    12:00 AM Ewans: I think you should return to Norway. It's safer there (my experience)
    me: who is this?
    Ewans: Nick Ewans
    12:01 AM me: where's your name gone from the chat
    Ewans: ?
    You don't see my name?
    me: it doesn't say your name on the chat
    nope
    Ewans: weird
    Did you get my email?
    me: yes, i read your email
    12:02 AM Ewans: I'm in Oslo now
    me: i think it's a bit strange, that you have turned 180 degrees in everything
    ok
    Ewans: I haven't turned 180 degrees. But after spending more time investigating, I came to some new conclusions
    12:03 AM which I think are good news
    me: ok, i thought it was a bit strange that you spoke with my old coleguess, without asking me first
    12:04 AM Ewans: You've mentioned the name of a lot of them on your blog, so I had much background material (I can read Norwegian)
    me: ok, but you didn't say that you spoke on behalf of me, i hope
    Ewans: No.
    me: and how can you know who to trust?
    Ewans: I don't now, quite.
    12:05 AM But I've spoken to several people, and I feel I've reached a conclusin that is correct
    me: ok, but don't you think it's a bit strange, that the whole suburb of Bjørndal should be involved in a practical joke against me?
    12:06 AM Ewans: The whole suburb?
    me: practicly
    do they say that it was just a joke?
    Ewans: Please elaborate
    me: well i overheard about this from several people at Bjørndal
    12:07 AM and several people acted strange
    Ewans: yes, one of your former co-workers who remembered what happened told me it was a (silly) joke
    me: I overheard about it from at least four people
    Ewans: Well, I haven't spoken to all of them, but
    me: why would two women in their 50's, who i didn't know, have a silly joke against me
    12:08 AM i don't think this add up
    Ewans: I guess they could have heard of the joke from the others and repeated it, because they believed you believed it?
    me: are you sure that you haven't been tricked by the people on Bjørndal?
    the two established women in their 50's?
    12:09 AM you obviously don't know how established Norwegian women act
    Ewans: I told them I was working on a book, I didn't say I knew you personally or something like that
    I couldn't identify the two women
    me: ok, but you are aware of that I've published our conversations on my blog, which is being read mostly in Norway?
    12:10 AM i don't think this adds up
    Ewans: But I believe you may have been scared after hearing of it (the joke) and possibly "imagined" some of it (very usual)
    me: ok
    what about my father
    you said it was a dane
    have you got the file perhaps?
    how could you mix up my father with a dane?
    Ewans: No, I have the information from a bank-employee in Frankfurt
    12:11 AM me: I think you are a bit inpolite saying that this is just something I've imagined
    Ewans: I didn't say that
    me: so I don't think it's any point of going on
    Ewans: Some people made a joke, obviously
    So there is some substance
    me: i also got my face distroyed
    was that also a practical joke?
    Ewans: an accident?
    12:12 AM me: I'm sorry Mr. Ewans, I doubt you a bit now
    Ewans: ok
    me: no, i think i have explained about that to you
    12:13 AM and the stuff with my grandfather
    Ewans: About your face?
    me: was that also a joke?
    yeah, I thought i had explained about it
    Ewans: No joke, but your sister isn't persecuted because of that
    It's a long time ago
    me: my sister?
    Ewans: most people are dead
    me: my sister is in on what
    Ewans: your sister is the grandchild of Johannes as well
    me: on whats going on
    yes, like my brother
    Ewans: yes
    12:14 AM me: but i don't trust my sister
    she'
    Ewans: ok
    me: she
    she's in on this the way i see it
    she
    she's an illuminist i think
    Ewans: I see
    12:15 AM me: she was using a norwegian boy as a slave in Karl Johan
    Ewans: For how long has she been an illuminist, do you think?
    me: was that a joke as well?
    i dont know, ask the boy from Karl Johan
    i dont i should speak more with you
    Ewans: Idon't know his identity
    12:16 AM why?
    me: you are obviously thinking that im imagening things
    we arent on the same level
    Ewans: No
    me: you speak down to me
    Ewans: I'm not thinking you are imagining everything
    me: thats my opinion
    Ewans: But some incidents may have other explanations
    me: my opinion is that you are speaking down to me
    ok?
    12:17 AM did that get throug?
    Ewans: I don't feel it that way, it's not my intention
    me: ..
    ok, but this is still my opinion
    ok?
    Ewans: Ok
    me: ok, so i say goodbye then
    ok?
    Ewans: Are you sure?
    me: now your doing it again
    Ewans: I would really like to speak to you some more
    12:18 AM me: piss off mr ewans
    piss off
    Ewans: I see
    me: fuck off
    Ewans: Why?
    me: blody yankee bastard
    ive had enough
    piss off
    piss off
    Ewans: What's going on?
    me: do you hear me?
    Ewans: Why are you so angry at me?
    me: i dont want anything more to do with you
    aren't you listening
    im out
    bye
    12:19 AM Ewans: erik, please












    Google Mail – Interesting news







    Google Mail



    Erik Ribsskog

    <eribsskog@gmail.com>




    Interesting news





    Ewans Nick

    <ewans.nick@gmail.com>





    Wed, Apr 8, 2009 at 4:43 PM





    To:

    Erik Ribsskog <eribsskog@gmail.com>



    Erik,

    I’m currently visiting Oslo, and have been investigating your case

    today, because it would indeed be highly interesting if a normal guy

    like you had been persecuted by the mafia. I’ve talked to some of your

    former co-workers and other people you’ve mentioned. It appears the

    incident in 2003 was meant as a joke, according to a former co-worker

    who had overheard it from someone, and was not seriously meant (I

    promised not to mention his name, because of your blog). I’ve also

    spoken to some people who know the "mafia", that is, Albanian (among

    others) criminals in Oslo. They could confirm that the criminals have

    no interest in you. It also appears that the incident in Kveld in 2005

    was not connected to you, it was just some people trying to capture(?)

    some animals, according to a local guy.

    My conclusion is that it is completely safe for you to return to

    Norway, should you wish to do so.

    I’ve also discussed the bank transfer with the guy in Frankfurt that I

    know, and there  seems to be a mistake. It was a Danish guy with

    almost the same name who received the money for two cars he sold to a

    company in Munich.

    Nick






  • I have to go the Home Office, to apply for asylum in the UK, due to that I’m being persecuted in Norway

    PS.

    It’s maybe a bit strange, that they use red ink(?)

    (Shouldn’t only teachers use red ink?)

    Shouldn’t official files have blue or black ink on them?

    Hm.

    Sincerely,

    Erik Ribsskog

    PS 2.

    Nå gikk jeg nesten ut for å kaste på Home Office:

    Vi får se hva som skjer, nå ble jeg irritert her.

    Vi får se.

    Jeg tror det med rødt blekk er noe ‘køddings’.

    Vi får se.

    PS 3.

    Jeg hadde egentlig tenkt å avblåse protest-aksjon.

    Da jeg posta bildet av tomatboksen.

    Men så hadde jeg allerede tatt på meg skoa.

    Så da ble det fristende å gå ut, for å få meg litt frisk luft.

    Så bomma jeg tre ganger på den jævla ruta da.

    Traff noe betong-greier en gang og metall-ramma rundt vinduene to ganger.

    Utrolig nok.

    Så jeg hadde ikke egna meg noe bra som palestiner.

    Det var dårlig kasting alts., tre bom av tre mulige.

    Er det mulig.

    Fy faen.



    PS 4.

    I was at the Home Office, in Water St., on Monday.

    Right before twelve noon.

    And then a woman fell in the stairs, and got uncontious.

    They called an ambulance.

    But the stairs there are very hard, made of stone.

    And I reacted on, when I went out, that they put a jacket on the woman, like she was dead, almost.

    A yellow jacket.

    So it almost covered her face.

    She was wearing thight trousers, I could see.

    Could it have been an Illuminati-plot, against a dark-haired woman, who acted a bit to western?

    Remember, on Sunday, I wrote on the blog, that a young woman from Lithuania, that I met on town, (and who I think was perhaps an illuminist or a kabalist), said that a person is better the darker hair, that the person has.

    (Even if the girl had light hair, which she covered with a hat).

    So maybe this also goes the other way.

    That it was an honour-killing, from the Illuminati, since the woman falling in the stairs, had dark hair and thight trousers?

    Just a thought.

    PS 5.

    I don’t think they did it right, at the Home Office.

    Because I remember, when I worked as a shop-manager, in Norway.

    (Security is very thight there, btw., one are almost not allowed to move.

    And when I took a photo, of the clock there, (since the time has been an issue,
    when I was there last year), then I got told, by a female officer, with light hair, that I had to turn the phone off, for some reason).

    But, this happened on a couple of occations, when I was shop-manager in Norway.

    And then, I called 113, I think it was.

    And asked them what to do.

    But I think that the Home Office did it wrong.

    Because I heard what the security-woman said to the people in the reception.

    She said, can you call an ambulance, someone fell in the stairs.

    But they should have just called themselves.

    Because they just let the woman lay there.

    And she looked dead.

    They should have called 113, or 999, or what it is, and asked what to do.

    They should have given first aid.

    But they didn’t.

    I was being observed, by security staff there.

    It’s more security than on an airport.

    One have to empty ones pockets, like on an airport, and your stuff is being sent through a machine.

    But the woman laid there, for the five minutes, or ten minutes, or what it was, that I was there.

    With the people in the reception carrying on their regular work, it seemed, like they didn’t react on the woman laying there.

    The first clerk, said I had to wait, for the second clerk.

    So while I waited, I noticed the woman.

    This could have been an Illuminati-plot.

    Because I had told my Landlord, that I was going to the Home Office.

    (On Friday, was the plan, but they close at 12 noon, and I overslept on Friday.

    And this maybe is a thing one should do on a Monday).

    And I knew they close at 12, from last year.

    At right before 11 am, a person buzzed on the calling-system here, waking me up.

    I slept tightly, so I think I would have overslept, for the Home Office, if the Scottish Power-guy hadn’t used the calling.

    He wanted to check the electricity-meter.

    But, I think they should have sent me a letter about this(?)

    Even if I’m not from Britain, but I think they should have sent letters.

    So this could have been part of the plot.

    And they didn’t give first aid.

    They just put a jacket, on the woman, it seemed to me.

    As far as I could see.

    But it could be that they did it right, I’m not so good at first aid, and I stood a bit away.

    But I thought they should have called the ambulance themselves, the security-gards.

    Since they were the ones, caring for the injured woman.

    So they could have explained about the patients situation.

    Instead they shouted to the reception, about this.

    So it was a bit bureucratic, it seemed to me.

    One shouldn’t do things bureaucraticly, when someone are injured, I think.

    It looked to me like it could have been serious, since the woman laid there, looking like she was dead.

    And a yellow jacket was put on top of her, by a security-guard, so that it almost covered her nose, I think, it covered about half her face, I think.

    Something like this.

    (This was done at the same time, that I went out of the building, passing the injured
    woman, on a few meters distance, walking out).

    I wasn’t allowed to have the camera on, and I thought it would have been a bit respectless, taking a pic, so I didn’t take a pic.

    It could be that I’m wrong, and that everything went fine, but it seemed a bit bureucratic, to me.

    So that’s how this was.

    (And there was also a big crowd outside, of asian or african-looking people, (or where they could have been from), which I think seemed a bit strange.

    Since they were so many.

    But it could be that all of them knew the woman then.

    What do I know).

  • Nå driver jeg å tenker på damer her, siden jeg noen ganger har kjeda meg litt på jobb, i Oslo osv., og kanskje flørta litt med noen av kollegene på jobben, hvis jeg har kjeda meg.

    Men sånne damer jeg liker, det er sånne damer, som jeg husker fra Berger og Svelvik osv.

    Sånn som Annika, Christell, Anne Uglum, Lene Andersen, Line Nilsen.

    Hva het hun som gikk på Gjerde da.

    Monica Nebell.

    (Nå skriver jeg bare de peneste damene her, så jeg skjønner at jeg er innbilsk).

    For dette her var damer som så veldig fine ut, og som var lette å prate med osv. og.

    Sånn at dem var hyggelig og prøvde å oppføre seg bra og sånn.

    Men i Oslo så fant jeg nesten ingen sånne damer.

    Alle var så utrivelige mot meg, syntes jeg.

    Uten at jeg skjønner hvorfor.

    Men da jeg jobba på Rimi Bjørndal, den første perioden, fra 1996 til 1998, som assisterende butikksjef.

    Da traff jeg mange damer jeg likte, på jobben.

    Spesielt de utenlandske var veldig høflige og hyggelige og naturlige osv.

    Men de andre damene i Oslo, de var ofte ganske kunstige og litt kalde, kan man kanskje si, syntes jeg, ofte.

    Men aller helst så ville jeg hatt en sånn dame som de jeg nevnte fra Berger, eller fra de som jobba på Arvato, her i Liverpool, mange av de var også veldig fine, og minte meg nesten om jentene på Berger da.

    Mens i Oslo, så var det sjelden at noen av de damene minte meg om sånne damer jeg likte på Berger.

    Så sånn var det.

    Bare noe jeg kom på, siden jeg tar med om alt mulig på bloggen uansett.

    Så sånn er det.

    Med vennlig hilsen

    Erik Ribsskog

    PS.

    Jeg synes også at det er veldig nedverdigende, at jeg må forklare om tankene mine osv., i et forsøk, på å få rettighetene mine.

    Er ikke Norge og Storbritannia sekulære land?

    Er det fordi jeg er i EU og EU er en ‘katolsk klubb’, som jeg har sett det blir kalt, i the Times, tror jeg det var.

    Og norske myndigheter gir faen, eller tørr ikke gjøre noe?

    Hva er det som forgår, lurer jeg.







  • Google Mail – Vedlegg/Fwd: Norwegian Labour Party slogans etc. – message sent through TranslationDirectory.com







    Google Mail



    Erik Ribsskog

    <eribsskog@gmail.com>




    Vedlegg/Fwd: Norwegian Labour Party slogans etc. – message sent through TranslationDirectory.com





    Erik Ribsskog

    <eribsskog@gmail.com>





    Tue, Apr 7, 2009 at 10:26 PM





    To:

    post.oslo@politiet.no



    Hei,

    dette er et vedlegg til anmeldelse jeg sendte tidligere idag.

    Dett er enda mer trakassering fra Harry Wad.

    Jeg står oppført som en som oversetter fra engelsk til norsk, på

    TranslationDirectory.

    (For jeg får ikke noe vanlig jobb, pga. hat-bloggen som jeg har

    anmeldt til dere).

    Men dette er trakassering direkte rettet mot meg.

    Jeg står oppført som en som oversetter fra engelsk til norsk.

    Men her sender Harry Wad, jobber som skal oversettes fra norsk til engelsk.

    Så dette er bare tull, for å plage meg.

    Så når får dere begynne å gjøre jobben deres snart.

    Jeg har sendt dere mange anmeldelser, men dere gjør ikke noe.

    Med vennlig hilsen

    Erik Ribsskog

    ———- Forwarded message ———-

    From: TranslationDirectory.com on behalf of Harry <harryw@gmail.com>

    Date: Tue, Apr 7, 2009 at 9:53 PM

    Subject: Norwegian Labour Party slogans etc. – message sent through

    TranslationDirectory.com

    To: Erik Ribsskog <eribsskog@gmail.com>

    Dear Erik Ribsskog,

    Harry has sent the following message to you from your profile page at

    TranslationDirectory.com.

    ==============================================

    Hi again Erik! Thank you for your kind reply, it was nice to hear from

    you. I now need you to translate some campaign slogans for the

    Norwegian Labour Party and the Gerhardsen Foundation. I’m sure

    you’ll be interested. Please get back in touch. Your friend Harry.

    ==============================================

    Your profile page is:

    http://www.translationdirectory.com/translators/english_norwegian/erik_ribsskog.php

    If you need more translation jobs, consider using our database of

    4,000+ potential customers:

    http://www.TranslationDirectory.com/jobs.htm#01

    If you no longer wish to receive messages sent through

    TranslationDirectory.com, you have to request removal of your profile.

    You can do so at:

    http://www.TranslationDirectory.com/misc/freelance_translator_removal.htm

    Thank you for using TranslationDirectory.com






  •  

    07
    April 2009

    19:07

     

    PS.

    This seems like a ‘New World Order’-strategy, like when I started at Berteslmann/Microsoft.

    On the same day, as my interview at Bertelsmann’a Arvato, I was sent to a meeting, on the Jobcenter in Kensington, in Liverpool, regarding a ‘program’-job, for homeless etc., on Asda.

    Then the Bertelsmann/Microsoft-job, seemed very fine, in comparison.

    The same here.

    First they offer the ‘dodgy’ Pizza Grandiosa job. (See the earlier blog-post today).

    (Which is just very dumb).

    And then another bad job.

    So first, the New World Order, offer a very bad job.

    And then another bad job.

    And then you are meant to think, that the bad job is a fine job, since it’s better than the very bad job.

    So this, I think, must be organised, by the New World Order, to manipulate, and exploit, people like me, who haven’t got that much family etc., that they can trust, if they have problems in their life.

    So that’s how I think this is, that this is what it means to be in the ‘slaughterhouse’. (New World Order-terminology).

    (At the same time now, my landlord is also putting pressure on me, so this could also be linked.)

    Sincerely,

    Erik Ribsskog

  • Now, I thought of the e-mails from Nick Ewans.

    Showing that my mother went on a spending-spree(?) in Copenhagen and Oslo, in 1983.

    And that my father got an amount of money, that is difficult to see why he would get, that is around £100k in todays money, from Frankfurt, in 1986.

    And, I remember that my mother and father had a meeting, before I moved to my father from my mother, in 1979, that I wasn’t allowed to listen to.

    Right before this, my mother had a meeting at the police-station in Larvik, in the summer of 1979, I think it must have been.

    When I had to sit, on the stairs, of the Police-station, in Larvik, (the old station, close to where we lived in Jegersborggate), for almost an hour, and a Police-officer went out, to look at me sitting there, and then went in.

    I think my mother must have sold me to the Police.

    (That my parents are some kind of Illuminati/underground).

    Since she first used my, when I was eight years, to do shopping, in all the shops in Larvik, after my younger brother, Axel was born.

    So that she exploited me.

    And then, when she couldn’t control me, due to that I wanted to move to my father, then she sold me to the Police(/Illuminati), as a target-guy, and co-operated with my father on this.

    This is how I see this.

    Why did my parents exploit me?

    Because they are/were (my mother is dead), Illuminists, and the illuminist-agenda is that dark hair is best, like I wrote about on my blog, on Sunday morning. (That I met a Lituanian young woman, here in Liverpool, on Saturday night, who told me this to my face: ‘Alex is better (than me) since he has darker hair’).

    So it’s about the colour of the hair.

    So that’s how this is.

    Sincerely,

    Erik Ribsskog

'Bokhylla' 70-tallet 80-tallet 90-tallet Anmeldelse Arne Mogan Olsen Berger Bergeråsen Brev Christell Humblen Dagbladet.no Datatilsynet Drammen E-post Facebook Google Haldis Humblen Hm Identitetstyveri Ingeborg Ribsskog irc Jobbsøking i England Johannes Ribsskog johncons-blogg Karen Ribsskog Klage Larvik Liverpool Magne Winnem Mobilbilder Musikk Nettmobbing Online trakassering Oppdatering Oslo Pia Ribsskog Politiet Rimi Slektsforskning StatCounter Svelvik Twitter Wikipedia YouTube Ågot Mogan Olsen