was simply that the illusions of a demented blabber mouth. In the post Oslo illusion, the sky was the limit. You gave away the company store along with jobs to buy an illusionary peace. Even after the murder of seven girls on the Island of Peace your head was so far up your ass, that you couldnt see that in time these Arabs would turn on you. Well that time is coming. They will blame you for everything and anything. You cant buy your friends. They are not to be trusted ever.