
Norwegian Men’s Rights Activist blogger Eivind Berge, known for his violent rhetoric and rape apologia, has been arrested for death threats against police.
Not too surprising, given that he once announced on his blog that “[k]illing at least one cop is on my bucket list.”
Here are some Google-translated details from a news account here:
The right-wing extremist and anti-feminist blogger Eivind Berge has been arrested for having encouraged and glorified the killing of policemen. The police have found both ammunition and textbooks in use of explosives at Berge.
The police regard the threats as an invitation to others to kill police officers, but also feared that he would commit the acts themselves shortly.
He was evidently arrested on Wednesday. According to this story — at least as far as I can tell from the obviously crude Google translation — he made a specific threat to kill a police officer this Saturday:
Berge also writes about how he was planning to attack a policeman with a knife on a Saturday evening:
“Then I used the trial to come forward as a good example for men, and I considered it to be worth 21 years in prison for premeditated murder.”
According to this account, Berge is being held for two weeks. He claims innocence.
Berge, as readers of this blog may well already know, is a fan of right-wing terrorist and mass murderer Anders Brevik. On his blog, he’s also argued (among other things) that “Rape is Equality.”
He’s glorified the murder of police on his blog numerous times.
Some examples, taken from the second news account:
“… attack on the police is something 100% in harmony with everything I stand for.”
“I maintain that police murder is both ethically and tactically correct.”
Some other examples, direct from his blog (each paragraph is from a separate post; click on the quote for the source):
I viscerally despise cops and wish them the worst. Killing at least one cop is on my bucket list.
If ever a victim of psychiatry, here is what I would do. I would first attempt to kill the cops or whoever tried to apprehend me. Failing that, I would feign docility in order to get out as soon as possible and then kill a representative of the industry as revenge. … killing cops is also very much a men’s issue. Every pig killed is also a blow against feminism, so men should be doubly elated whenever an officer goes down in the line of encroaching on our cognitive liberty.
This was his reaction to a news story about a police officer being killed:
Good news for men is rare in this hateful feminist utopia that is Norway, but today is a joyous day! Today I feel schadenfreude in my heart along with all the hate that feminism and resultant mate deprivation have instilled in me. One blue thug less on the streets.
From another post on the same subject:
The swine Olav Kildal died while trying to enforce our lack of cognitive liberty. This was a defensive, much deserved killing that cheered me up.
Here he threatens a female prosecutor:
To feminist prosecutor Anne Cathrine Aga I have the following message: The Men’s Movement is watching you, bitch, and we are seething with hatred against you personally and the police state you represent. Actions have consequences. Trials are still (mostly) public and they sink into our collective minds, where they form the basis of future activism. Hate breeds hate — that is a fact of life too smugly ignored by feminists. …
2011 is the year Norwegian men as a group emerged out of the blogosphere and into the battlefield. This in turn has led to a breakthrough for MRAs such as my good self in the public discourse, probably for the simple reason that the powers that be now realize ignoring us has deadly consequences. Men are angry now, and we have proven that we are deathly serious about resisting feminism. So the feminist prosecutors referred to above ought to wipe that smug look off their faces before it is too late. Clearly seventy-seven body bags wasn’t enough, but I am fairly confident that you will be sorry one day.
Aside from the explicit threats of violence, the violent and threatening rhetoric here is not unlike much of the rhetoric we see regularly on A Voice for Men and other MRA sites. AVFM founder Paul Elam, for example, told one feminist that:
I find you so pernicious and repugnant that the idea of fucking your shit up gives me an erection. … We are coming for you.
The blogger Emma the Emo, Berge’s girlfriend, has posted comments here in the past defending him. The news account quotes someone identified as Nataliya Kochergova, described as his girlfriend; I assume this is “Emma,” because what she told the media is similar to what she posted here. She of course denies that he planned any real violence. According to the article, she said:
There are not really threats. He has never had plans to kill someone, he has said several times in his blog. When for example, he says that “the police killings are an effective way to prevent stupid laws,” it’s a factual description and not a threat. Even those who love the police agree with it.
Berge, for his part, has stated publicly that if he had not met Emma, he probably would have killed by now:
At the time I wrote my last blog post, I believed I would probably become Norway’s first modern violent activist in peacetime. Celibacy enforced by a feminist regime had driven me to the point where I saw no other option. I would target the pigs who enforce feminist law, knowing I could realistically at least kill one of them before I would be captured or killed myself. Thus revenge would be assured and if I lived, my reputation as a violent criminal would make me attractive to some women. But then in the nick of time this blog attracted a lovely girl commenting as “Emma.”
This is why I take violent rhetoric from MRAs very seriously.
Meanwhile, on this side of the Atlantic, MRAs glorify MRA “martyr” Thomas Ball, who killed himself on the steps of a New Hampshire courthouse last year in hopes that his death would inspire MRAs to literally burn down courthouses and police stations.
Ball’s manifesto is still up on A Voice for Men in its “activism” section, including these passages:
So boys, we need to start burning down police stations and courthouses. … This is too important to be using that touchy- feeling coaching that is so popular with business these days. You need to flatten them, like Wile E. Coyote. They need to be taught never to replace the rule of law. BURN-THEM-OUT!
Most of the police stations built in New England over the last 20 years are stone or brick. Fortunately, the roofs are still wood. The advantage of fire on the roof is that it is above the sprinklers
AVFM tastefully omitted Ball’s specific instructions on how to make Molotov cocktails, but left this in:
There will be some casualties in this war. Some killed, some wounded, some captured. Some of them will be theirs. Some of the casualties will be ours.
For many more examples of violent threatening rhetoric from MRAs, I urge you to go through some of my posts here and here.


I mean, even if I were the sweetest guy on Earth your ableism would like to see me permanently alone. Shrug.
being creepy isnt a disability, duder
You’re not giving me options besides ” don’t initiate”, which I reject. So, whatever.
I understand perfectly well. I’m supposed to be a sexless worker drone. Fortunately, I don’t buy it.
I think “not rejecting me isn’t enough; women should be throwing themselves at me without me even having to ask” is like some new peak in entitlement.
Also, maybe the “Women very rarely like me for me” thing isn’t about Poor Little You, Not Pretty And Rich Enough, but about how much you resent that women are allowed to say no to you?
Even if you don’t say it out loud, I’m pretty goddamn sure it’s oozing out of your pores. Even your uncreepy aspects are creepy, since they’re all about “wouldn’t want to ruin my chance of scoring” instead of “wouldn’t want to cause upset and harm to others.”
You credit yourself with being able to pick up on women’s subtle little indicators of interest, and you don’t think they can pick up on that giant load of creepy and resentful?
You know, the last time I called you out for being a shallow dipshit who has to seek out shallow women with which to have shallow encounters, you told me that you had a small, rotating group of women and didn’t need to rely on PUA.
So… which is it?
Look, seriously, I don’t give a fuck. I’m just mocking you. I’ve already established that I don’t believe a word you type.
Yeah, but you’re not. The sweetest guy on earth is my friend Russell. Also I don’t care if you get laid, get saved, or get bent.
Look! Up in the sky! It’s another one of the fucks I don’t give.
Not being able to operate in any method other than “scary resentful PUA guy” is a disability?
Boo hoo hoo, heterosexual men never get laid ever, and that’s why babies aren’t born and couples don’t exist and that noise coming from my roommate’s room at 3 AM was just enthusiastic furniture rearranging.
if this is how you try to pick up women then that actually might be part of the problem, too
I am naturally compatible with broke-ass, nerdy, vanilla, Jewish artists or techies. That’s like 1 woman in 100, and 1 in 1000 factoring in looks. Until I learned PUA, I was ” you’ll find someone someday” dude.
I mean, I realize that your thing is gaslighting tipsy 23 year olds and everything but, really, dude. You haven’t figured out that you’re swimming in the wrong end of the pool over here? I thought PUA was supposed to teach you something about learning to read women?
I’m not somebody whose never spent anytime in nightclubs, never dated, never been approached by men. I’ve dealt with your schtick many times and in many iterations.
Yeah, well, women move away for work opportunities sometimes.
My one clip joint experience was a blast. It was like being punished for desire itself
You’re mad at the women who don’t want to date you, even though you’re basically admitting that you don’t want to date you either.
Classic.
Eurosabra, if women don’t like you for you, maybe the problem is you. Maybe it’s your compulsive lying*, or your frothing sexism, or your habit of patting yourself on the back for not being a rapist, or your massive resentment that the women of the world haven’t spontaneously decided to reupholster your house in wall-to-wall vagina. Hell, maybe it’s even your giant intermingled self-hatred and self-pity complexes.
Maybe it would be better to work on actually changing those things than to learn more and more elaborate techniques for disguising them.
(Especially since, if your discussion here is any indication, you’re absolute shit at disguising them.)
*It’s amazing how often I’ve seen you go back and forth between claiming to be polyamorous and claiming to be “incel.” Plus your attempts to imply you’re a Mossad secret agent are such bullshit.
Eurosabra: And that intrusive touch was mild,
Mild. Like the gaslighting.
…Just how many women do you want to date? You live in a huge city, dude, and one that has an oversupply of broke-ass Jewish artists and techies. 1 in 1000 is actually plenty until you creep them all away by crying about how you’re not a rapist so you have to be a worker drone.
I don’t get the ratio thing at all. I’m only dating 1 of the 625,000 people in my city… woe is me?
Eurosabra, stop playing the “poor me” card. Being a creepy asshole is not a disability.
Eurosabra doesn’t want to date, he wants casual meaningless sex with a lot of different women, because… PUA high score? Maybe he gets to enter his initials into the PUA hall of fame or something.
1)HTT – 1000.000.000
2)RSY – 1000.000
3)ESB – 100.000
YOU GOT A HIGH SCORE. YOU WIN A FREE GAME.
CONGRATURATIONS
“I mean, even if I were the sweetest guy on Earth your ableism would like to see me permanently alone. Shrug.”
Ah, so you are referring to the fact that you’re an asshole when you say “invisible disability”. Someone should really make a Tumblr about this.
WHAT IS YOUR DISABILITY?
wait, when he says ‘disability’ is he talking about being unattractive?
Can’t be, because he says it’s an invisible disability.
ah
1 in 1000 is pretty tough, if I meet 30 a month with day game, that’s 33 months, no? 10 months of 100/mo with night game. PUA brought me up to 1 sexytime for every 250 approaches. Some months, 1 in 50. I have a spinal issue that makes my body non-conventional, and pretty consistent severe depression that I don’t have an employer insurance plan to handle.
PUA teaches you to look and test for preexisting interest, which is fine except that the whole Esmerelda thing ended badly.
Maybe we’re not being literal enough for once, and he’s actually the Invisible Man?