What manifesto? You ask. You know… THE manifesto. The one written by that Norwegian guy who mowed down almost 80 young people unlucky enough to have been born to leftist parents.
According to some of my fellow bloggers, Breivik is a good writer when he’s not plagiarizing from others. At almost 1,500 pages, it contains enough fodder for many a blog post. Far be it from me to condemn my fellow bloggers who choose to mine it for good material. To each his own, I say.
I have also refrained from reading the unibomber’s manifesto, the one he practically forced newspapers to print. I hear he had some pretty good ideas too. I don’t hold it against other bloggers for utilizing that material either. To each his own.
But, aside from the fact that the sheer length of Breivik’s manifesto intimidates me, I ask myself: “If Breivik had not murdered all those people, would I have still been tempted to read it?” As I recall, this was my reasoning for refraining from reading the unibomber’s manifesto as well. If ideas are currency, then this is blood money. I do not want to soil my hands with it – and I do not want to encourage other malcontents to go out and take random lives so that others will read their works. It sets a bad precedent.
But in reality, that precedent had already been set a long time ago. There was another man, who lived long before Breivik, and also used violence to promote his ideas. His name was Muhammad.