tirsdag 25. desember 2007

Swine II.

And if they don't deer to tell what they've done.

Then my question is, should the police indulge in something, that doesn't stand the light of day?

Swine. (Translated from Norwegian Blog, http://johncons.trykker.com/2007/12/25/svin/).

And the police don't want to help me.

Have they done something personal against me then, is this why they wont help me.

F*cing swine, if they are f*cking with people rights etc., and don't even deer to admit it.

Is this what's going on?

The police haven't got any more right to f*ck with regular peoples rights, than regular have the right to f*ck with the police's rights.

So I'm not quite sure what to say, I'm trying to calm down here, and rather wait till I know fore sure what has been going on, before I'll decide how to deal with it.

But people have got the right to get information about what has been goving on, when it's regarding things surrounding them etc., so when the police aren't giving information about what has been goving on, then they are in fact f*cking with peoples rights.

And they are not allowed to do this.

Thats really to terrorise people, and also misuse of power. And then we are really speaking more in terms like a police-state and fasism. So I'm a bit afraid that the police might be taking the responsibility they've got, regarding doing their work in line with peoples rights, a bit to easily.

But, like I wrote in an earlier post, it's possible that the police don't regard this as a part of their field.

But then we're back to where the terms 'a police-state' and 'fasism' comes to mind again.

I remember from a Norwegian police-case, the 'Nokas' bank-robbery (which is linked with the robbery from the Munch-museum in Oslo, of the paintings 'Scream' and 'Madonna'). In this case, it a police-informant appeared, dead, in an Oslo flat.

Was this a 'thank you' from the police?

That they don't bother using time and money on helping people, when it's more easy just to execute someone, at least as long as they're not a pretty young woman, whom they can turn into a police-constable, or a 'police-constable', or whatever it is that they are doing.

I'm not really sure what they are doing, but one can start to wonder sometimes.

I think that in Norway, the module on the Police Academy, in which they teach about people's rights, has got to be the first lesson, early on Friday mornings, the day after the social-arrangement at the Police-student's society, where they can buy more or less subsidised pints of lagers, with student-friendly prices.

If it isn't this, then it must be something else, because something must be wrong somewhere, thats for sure.

E-mail from 04/07/06 regarding computer in Mandeville St.

ThOjala,Taru [tojala@pens.com]e computer

Ojala,Taru [tojala@pens.com]





To: Ribbskog, Erik

Cc: margrethe.augestad@exxonmobil.com





Hi Erik!


I wonder if you remember me, but im the girl who lived in the room you live in now and who actually owns the computer. Could you please arrange so that Margrethe can pick it up. As Melissa didn’t want to buy it after all. Should you have any problems or if you or someone else have anything to ask just email me. But I need the computer to be collectable by next week.


Thanks.


Ystävällisin terveisin / Best regards,


Taru Ojala


.

Asiakaspalvelu / Customer Service


Finland:

Puh: 09-6937 9511

Fax: 09-6937 9473

PL 1250

00002 Helsinki


United Kingdom:

Tel: 08705 134204

Fax: 0800 132 488

Admail 95

Manchester M60 9HT


Ireland:

Tel: 042 9388554

Fax: 042 9385750

Finnabair Industrial Park

Dundalk Co. Louth

III.

Translation of email sent to the Federal police (Kripos) in Norway January 24th 2006,
and to the Norwegian Justice Department (Eva Joly) february 13th 2006:

When I was living and working in Oslo (December 2003), a girl at work (name: Songyl Ozgyr,
Adress: Holmlia senter vei, Oslo) thought I had offended her and wanted revenge.
The girl knew some people in the albanian mafia, and togheter the girl and the mafia
members decided that they wanted to have a go at me, to show other people that they
should be carefull to mess with the mafia or with their friends.

I understod what was happening, and managed to get away from them, and eventually got
away to England in September 2004. I first went to Sunderland and later London.

But the mafia managed to trace me, it must have been embarresing for them not to manage
to catch me, so they must have used their network and contacts to find me.

I tryed to go to other places, Holland, Germany, France, but they managed to trace
me there also.

So then in March 2005 I was becoming a bit tired not managing to get away, so I went
back to Norway, and tryed to hide at my uncles farm in Larvik in the south-east of Norway.

My uncle didnt belive that the mafia were chasing me, so he made me go to a doctor, and
claimed that I had gone insane.

Unfortunatly my uncle had a criminal neighbour. He sometimes went there to drink, and
when he got drunk then he told them what was happening.

So after a while the mafia traced me there also.



My uncle and his wife went on holiday to Denmark in July 2005, and left it to me to run the
farm.

It was a setup by the mafia. Within an hour after they left, a gang of people arrived at the
farm, with dogs and guns, and they tryed to catch me.

I ran into the forest, and got to some people in a cottage. I got them to call a taxi, and
went with the taxi to the Larvik trainstation and then on to Kristiansand. Then I went to
Liverpool via Denmark, Germany and Holland.

Since i arrived in Liverpool, Ive tryed to contact the police in Norway and England about this
several times. Ive got a job and a place to stay. All my stuff, important papers etc. is still
at my uncles farm in Norway. They havent contacted me about this.

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.
.

Erik Ribsskog

Mobile: 07914731992

Work: 01512358013 (Microsoft Product Activation, Arvato Services, Cunard Building).

Adress: 72 Mandeville Street, L4 5TL, Liverpool.




Tillegg 21.02:

Oversettelsen kunne kanskje vært bedre, men det var sent på kvelden, og det var enkelte ord
jeg ikke kom på, så jeg forrandret litt noen steder.

II. (These must be the versions sent to Kripos in Norway btw., since I've added a paragraph in Norwegian from 21/2).

The reason I got suspicios of the girl is that I know she has stolen a former tenants (Taru) computer,
she has borrowd money from me (£60-70) and never returned them. Ive also heard shes bragged about
(to the australian tenant) having a credit-card belonging to a former tenant (Jose?) with about £600 on it.

A former college at work (Margrethe) did also warn me against this girl, and told me she hadnt payed the
finish girl (Taru) for the computer, but Melissa told me she had payed £300 to the finish girl for the
computer, and moved the computer to her room.

I know the girl knows drug-dealers, and gangster-type people. Shes also seeing Joseph Yobo, the footballer.



But the main reasons is that this case is connected with another case ive reported earlier.

Logged on #1122 October 30th 2005, Walton/Liverpool North policestation.

The reason i left Norway was that I had problems with organized criminals/mafia.

I hadnt done anything wrong, but they wont admit they made a mistake, so they try to find an excuse
to justify that they are following me etc.

So they have probably got the girl to work for them, and the same with the australian tennant (Steven Norris),
and another girl who used to live in the house.

They always ask me strange questions on where Ive been and who Ive met, about my family etc.

So they probably report this to the mafia. And they try to set up situations to get me in trouble, to
prove it was right of them following me.

I remember the australian tennant (Steven Norris), asking me lots of questions, then going in to his room,
pick up a phone, and saying "the only thing I could get out of him was that he was going to buy some gass
tomorrow". As I had said in the conversation. I cant hear what the girls say when they call, but the
australian has a very load voice, so i could hear what he said even if he went to his room to do the call.

So because this is mafia with international connections, then the police should be carefull with how they
contact the norwegian girl and finish girl who used to work at my workplace and who told me about how the
girl stole the computer, and probably know more about how the girl stole from the former tennant.



Tillegg 21.02:

Burde kanskje ha sendt disse før, men har hatt problemer med computeren, og har jobbet en del overtid
osv, så ville helst ikke drive med dette når jeg var sliten og trøtt osv, i tilfelle jeg skulle gjøre
tabber.

Den norske jenta heter Margrethe Augestad, hun er fra Gulskogen utenfor Drammen, og jobber nå for den
norske avdelingen av et oljeselskap i Manchester (Shell?).

Hvis hun ikke har fått nytt mobilnr, så skal dette være: 0044 7813350850.

Hun burde kunne bekrefte at den engelske jenta (Melissa MBetsa) stjal computeren til den finske jenta
(Taru), og jeg tror hun også kan bekrefte at jenta har stjålet fra en portugiser som bodde her.

Saken er logget med crime number 05E4/25092/06 på Walton Lane/Liverpool North policestation 19.02.

Documents given to the Police in Walton, February 2006.

REPORT REGARDING SUSPECTED TEFT OF VISACARD:

25th of january: went to the bank to upgrade account.

27th of january: got phonecall from bank asking for copy of utility-bill etc. to document adress.
Gave them copy of National insurance letter and payslips. The woman in the bank (Sue) said she wasnt
sure if this was good enough documentation. It might be they needed utilitybills, tax-code letter or
copy of british drivers-licence.

26th and 27th of january: recieved welcome-letter, checkbook, pin-code etc. from bank.

31th of january: was waiting for visacard to arrive since i needed it to make debit-card payment.

therefor I tryed to listen for when the mail was delivered.

At about 10.50 am. i heard a letter beeing dropped trough the door, sounding like something
made of plastic hitting the floor when it landed.

when I went out for work ten minuttes later, there was no letter on the floor or anywhere else.

All of the bedrooms in the house are at the first floor, except for one girls wich is on the
groundfloor.

I noticed the door to the girls (Melissa MBetsa) room was half open, and I heard the TV was on there.

The other people living in the house starts work early, only the girl was home except for me.



I made a note of this, and decided to wait a bit longer in case it could be that the letter with the
plastic-card delivered 31th of january wasnt the visa-card.

I thought it could be that the card was late because of there could be a problem with the adress
documentation not beeing suficent.



Since the days past and the card didnt arrive, then on the 13th and 15th of february I called the
bank on the number it said i should call in the pin-code letter, and spoke with Angela and Matthew.

They said that the card was sent to me on the 30th of january. They blocked the card, and
told me that the usual way to go forward in cases like this would be to report the suspected
card-teft to the police.



Two or three weeks ago i also contacted my norwegian bank and asked them if they could send me a new
pincode for my norwegian visacard.

When this letter didnt arrive, i contacted my norwegian bank again, and they said that i should have
recieved the pin-code letter about 10 days ago.

I told my norwegian bank that I was going to contact the police regarding the missing Barclays
visacard, and then my bank said that they were going to send me a letter confirming that theyve
sent me the pincode twice.

This letter should arrive in the beginning of next week (week starting 20th of february).

Translation of email sent to the Federal police (Kripos) in Norway January 24th 2006.

Translation of email sent to the Federal police (Kripos) in Norway January 24th 2006,
and to the Norwegian Justice Department (Eva Joly) february 13th 2006:

When I was living and working in Oslo (December 2003), a girl at work (name: Songyl Ozgyr,
Adress: Holmlia senter vei, Oslo) thought I had offended her and wanted revenge.
The girl knew some people in the albanian mafia, and togheter the girl and the mafia
members decided that they wanted to have a go at me, to show other people that they
should be carefull to mess with the mafia or with their friends.

I understod what was happening, and managed to get away from them, and eventually got
away to England in September 2004. I first went to Sunderland and later London.

But the mafia managed to trace me, it must have been embarresing for them not to manage
to catch me, so they must have used their network and contacts to find me.

I tryed to go to other places, Holland, Germany, France, but they managed to trace
me there also.

So then in March 2005 I was becoming a bit tired not managing to get away, so I went
back to Norway, and tryed to hide at my uncles farm in Larvik in the south-east of Norway.

My uncle didnt belive that the mafia were chasing me, so he made me go to a doctor, and
claimed that I had gone insane.

Unfortunatly my uncle had a criminal neighbour. He sometimes went there to drink, and
when he got drunk then he told them what was happening.

So after a while the mafia traced me there also.



My uncle and his wife went on holiday to Denmark in July 2005, and left it to me to run the
farm.

It was a setup by the mafia. Within an hour after they left, a gang of people arrived at the
farm, with dogs and guns, and they tryed to catch me.

I ran into the forest, and got to some people in a cottage. I got them to call a taxi, and
went with the taxi to the Larvik trainstation and then on to Kristiansand. Then I went to
Liverpool via Denmark, Germany and Holland.

Since i arrived in Liverpool, Ive tryed to contact the police in Norway and England about this
several times. Ive got a job and a place to stay. All my stuff, important papers etc. is still
at my uncles farm in Norway. They havent contacted me about this.

.
.
.

Erik Ribsskog

Mobile: 07914731992

Work: 01512358013 (Microsoft Product Activation, Arvato Services, Cunard Building).

Adress: 72 Mandeville Street, L4 5TL, Liverpool.