To understand the context of the image above, first pay a visit to Steen’s place. He has posted the promotional photos of Anders Behring Breivik’s legal defense team.
It’s for real. The original, that is. A breathtaking social cluelessness that must be labeled Only In Norway. (Or perhaps North Korea?) Could the gleam of avarice and opportunism show through the heavy-handed “Nordic Law and Order” grotesquerie any more clearly than it does in those pictures?
How ever could such an appalling display be considered seemly? These look like a publicity shots for a reality TV show. Congruent, really, since that is how degraded the Breivik “trial” has become. Think of some of the episodes so far:
The dramatic tension of the first team of forensic psychiatrists, as the whole country waits to hear their expert diagnosis. [Norway loves ‘experts’]. End of first episode: Perpetrator is insane. The mass murderer isn’t like the rest of us.
Then, the infamous meeting between Fjordman and the police. The one that begins with several hours sitting in the police station with his lawyer while he is roundly ignored. The drama builds as they rush to Fjordman’s home and ransack the place. Looking for what? The clues in his socks? We never find out. End of second episode: Fjordman learns that the police don’t always tell the truth. His lawyer is shaken by the ‘just-this-side-of-the-law’ demeanor of the police.
Moving the story line along, the real clown star of the series (think Fellini here) knows what he wants. He is sane now, he was sane when he killed all those kids, and he demands a new diagnosis. It is shortly forthcoming as those-in-charge suddenly realize they can hardly put a crazy man in the dock for mass murder. The insane are, by definition, not fit to stand trial in compassionate, civilized countries. Thus, two other trained monkeys are quickly found to render a brand new study with the changed diagnosis necessary to carry the circus forward. Can you guess what the second team of psychiatrists found to be the perpetrator’s mental condition?
Further episodes have included slow revelations of witnesses who will be called to testify at the circus. Gasps are heard in the audience as new names are revealed…
Look at that picture again. Either our version or the original — the expression in the eyes is the same in each; they haven’t been photoshopped.
That’s what naked opportunism and avarice look like after you dress it up and have it posture for the camera.
These are legal professionals. Each is supposedly a trained representative of gravitas and probity; yet they can’t perceive how this looks to the outside world.
Meanwhile, the Outside World looks at this photo and murmurs:
- Do they have an agent yet?
- Are they lining up speaking engagements between the end of the trial and the beginning of the appeal?
- What are they planning to charge for appearances?
- Have they signed with a publisher for their book yet?
At this point, it’s difficult to say if those in charge of this trial are more to be pitied than censured. Perhaps it’s best to wait and see whether or not the judge makes his appearance, complete with coattails and long whip, while frenetic music plays in the background. Pass the peanuts. Oh — and a handkerchief, please. What was a national tragedy is devolving into a ludicrously sad and sleazy charade.
If you think this is exaggeration, look at this new shot. An homage to Fellini for sure. He loved circuses, but you probably need to be Italian to carry off such a fantasy. These people will never, ever be Mediterranean enough to make this work.
Please, someone put them out of our misery before the shutter snaps again…