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I'm, not sure how it happened, but I suddenly have a ton of stuff I need to do.
I have my big psychology test coming up next week (we're atlking Freud, Eriksson, Miller... the lot). I am so beginning to hate Freud.
Then we have the exam on the Flinck case in my social science class. I'm guessing most of you don't know about it.
I've just begun working on it, and so far the whole picture isn't really there yet, but something like this:
On the 10th of June 1994, the young commander Mattias Flinck put on his field uniform, took two AK:5's from his regiment and shot 7 people. He got prison for life.
The trouble with this case is that the Supreme Court, just like the District Court and the Court of Appeal, claimed that he had a severe psychological disorder and an unspecified narcisistic personality disorder (I may have fucked up the terms there, but anyhow). But he still got prison for life. This is clearly against the reformation of the law made in 1991. Before that he would have been deemed responsible for his actions according to the Penal Code, but not according to the Law of Psychiatric Care. That was what the whole reformation was about; to make the two laws agree. Several paragraphs were inserted in the Penal Code regarding crimes like this. According to Swedish law it is prohibited to put people who suffered from a psychological disorder when they committed the crime in prison. It is also prohibited to force them into pshychiatric care if they are no longer in need of it. Basically; if you were menatlly ill when you committed the crime and you no longer are when you go to court, you are supposed to be realeased automatically.
This was not the case with Flinck. And from what I gather so far, the Supreme Court simply found it too shocking that a man who killed seven people and tried to kille three should just be released. There has to be something I'm missing here. The Court simply cannot go against Swedish law just like that, especially not something that is so clearly stated as this. I'm getting the whole verdict today (we're talking something around 300 pages - fuuuuuck), so I'll have to spend the rest of the weekend going thorugh that.
Now I know why lawschool wasn't the thing for me. It's like a fucking labyrinth.
Ran into Anton, this guy I've known since I was born. His family is very close to mine; you could say that we're cousins, only not by blood. I complained a bit about the Flinck case, and he told me about this gig he has with his band on Wednesday. I really should take the time to go; I haven't ever actually seen them, and it would be fun. They play GnR inspired rock, with hints of Jimi Hendrix, atleast from what Anton has told me. He's the perfect image of your typical rock guitarist. He's got the whole look, and the lifestyle. I used to worry about him a lot a couple of years ago, because he was so young and still hanging out with all these kind of dangerous people, but he seemes to have managed it now. There was a period, though, where it could have gone really bad for him, but thanks to his sister he went in the other direction.
Had dinner with dad and Aron, and we discussed the Flinck case and a school Aron might be going to in a couple of years. I just hate it when I can't seem to make a stand. Argh. This won't get me anywhere.