And To Wrap It All Up: The Story Of Storolfur

December 31st, 200910:36 am @

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And To Wrap It All Up: The Story Of Storolfur

A local council in a rural area north by the sea began a discussion about a farmland which had been left by the farmer last autumn. The land was in bad shape and something needed to be done. A lot of discussion went on but little was done.

This land had been owned by the council and used for grazing sheep owned by the public until a new and charismatic chairman assumed control of the council and wanted to sell of its assets, including this land which had good potential for sheep-farming.

The chairman got his way as usual and the buyer was handpicked from his group of friends. His name was Storolfur. The locals were vary when word spread of the intention to sell the land to him because his methods in farming were questionable and he had been charged before for inappropriate handling of sheep and unorthodox methods of bookkeeping.

The chairman and his followers got their way and Storolfur got the land and immediately hired the chairman’s personal friend as his foreman, but conveniently didn’t pay the small price of the land.

As time passed, people got talking about the riches of Storolfur. He was extravagant and never seemed to lack in cash, but he had access to abundant money in exchange for love letters to the chairman which had assumed a new position as the treasurer of the council.

As hard times approached, people started noticing that there were no longer two heads on Storolfur’s sheep, but what is worse that complaints were coming in about his livestock grazing in other areas without the necessary permits and that his workers were taking on other farmers’ sheep from far away areas and not providing any guarantees that they can return the sheep in good condition.

To make a long story short, a harsh winter arrives which hits those farmers worst who believed that by expanding greatly and the appropriate increase in global warming, farming in Iceland had changed for the better so that sheep could graze by itself all year round and did not need to be tended to except for shearing and slaughtering.

Between Christmas and New Year when the talkative council finally decides to check on the condition of Storolfur’s farm. It is late at night when the councilmen approach the farm, in the moonlight of the thirteenth moon of this fateful year.

When they approach the farmhouses the first one lets out a frightful scream, because from the darkness a shape arrives and embraces him with its cold arms. As his screams fill the icy night, the councilman battles the mysterious being.

Some of the councilmen decide the best option is to flee from this ghost. They walk back to their farms and tell everyone that there is a terrible ghost in the area which will destroy everything in its wake.

People who hear these fables become terrified and fearful of the future, when they see their old chairman and his  councilmen disturbed with fear describing the imminent doom.

Back at the farm, the new chairman of the area and his sheriff decide to try to help the man fighting the ghost. After a while it turns out that it is no ghost which has embraced the councilman, but so-called “fatherland”, woolen underpants which Storolfur had left out hanging to dry and the wind had swept away towards the councilman which is crippled with fear.

Let us now leave this fable which we all know in one way or another from our thousand year old history. But not without learning something from it.

For example, you shouldn’t sell the public’s assets to your friends. And you should choose your friends carefully.

New councilmen should not be able to talk their way out of dealing with problems from the past, even if it the problems are not their fault.

And councils shold solve difficulties but not enhance them and especially not by scaring innocent people by changing dirty old pairs of underwear into a deadly ghost.

Whatever may become of our tradition of stories, it is time to finish this IceSave issue, for now and go without fear towards the promised fortress around the homes and families in this country. The resurrection of the business sector is on its way with tens of billions of write-offs for banks and financial institutions. Now it is the turn of the people of this land, people of flesh and blood, time to write of some of the debt which is dragging it down.

Maybe it is natural that a guilty conscience because of the past is lurking in the fear of the future, a future which will come whether we fear it or not.

If we have the fortune to meet the future with courage and honesty, our people will live long and prosper in our country.

Thrainn BertelssonAlthingi MP, December 30, 2009

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