The one who got away: Norwegian bin Laden humor (Part I of II)


© Valerie Borey

Being an enormous admirer of Kathleen Stokker’s work, Folklore Fights the Nazis: Humor in Occupied Norway 1940-1945 (1995), I couldn’t help but take notice when anti-bin Laden jokes started filtering into my inbox. Most Americans, at least, have received more than their share of anti-Taliban, anti-bin Laden witticisms and manipulated images. As Stokker suggested of humor in occupied Norway, these kinds of jokes serve to bind citizens together in a common sense of patriotism and resistance. They not only inspire a light-hearted optimism in the face of tragedy, but also foreground expectant hopes in the directed search for the one who got away. So, how do Norwegian anti-bin Laden jokes figure into this scheme?

The first instance of anecdotal humor below bridges the gap between Norway and America in the newly emerged bin Laden tradition. With obvious origins in Norwegian America (references, for instance, to the saying Uff da! and the Sons of Norway organization), this joke seeks to contrast what is good, simple, neighborly, and homegrown with a foreign power that is impersonal, distant, abstract, and coldly malevolent.

Ole, a common actor in Norwegian-American jokes, has instigated a declaration of war on bin Laden. His naïve simplicity (marked by expressions such as “Holy Sons of Norvay!”) is pitted against the cold strategist represented by Osama bin Laden. Ole is the straightforward, well-meaning everyman, addressed only by his first name. His comrades are marked by personal relationships (my cousin, my neighbor, the guys at the club) and his weapons are of the home-grown variety (combines, a tractor, and some lefse rollers). By contrast, Ole always addresses his opponent formally (Mr. bin Laden). Bin Laden’s military is composed of abstract numbers (one million men) and his equipment of the highest quality available in technology (My military complex is surrounded by laser-guided, surface-to-air missile sites).

The Norwegians take on Osama (source unknown)
Osama bin Laden was sitting in his cave plotting terrorist strategy when his telephone rang.

“Hallo, Mr. bin Laden,” a heavily accented voice said, “this is Ole down at da Viking Pub in Ringebu, Norway. I am ringing to inform you dat we are officially declaring war on you!”

“Well, Ole,” Osama replied, “This is indeed important news! How big is your army?”

“Vell, right now,” said Ole, after a moment’s calculation, “dere is myself, my cousin Engebert, my next door neighbor Gulbrand, and da entire drinking club from the pub. Dat makes eight!”

Osama paused, “I must tell you, Ole, that I have one million men in my army waiting to move on my command.”

       

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1.   Mar 19, 2002 5:17 AM
These jokes represent only a small subset of the Norwegian bin Laden jokes out there. I'd love to hear the jokes you've come across! ...

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