Saturday, October 22, 2016

Sorry Jamie, now I am a Man!

There was a time I protested in front of American Embassy in Belgrade and nobody was bothering me quite transparently afterwards. Why did I do this? Number one, as a wild guess, Serbian secret services messed up my life and separated me from my family in the States which is a fact. I cannot grasp that American did it on their own. I do not know yet how technically it was done, but I assume they misrepresented my identity to the U. S. authorities (perhaps by creating another one) or misspelled my name intentionally portraying me as someone who was involved in the accusations of genocide. Number two, as the consequence of the number one I could not have seen my child in several years and still I have not seen my child as of 2002. This is fucking unbelievable, but obviously you cannot fight whoever set you up as their lines of power block your lawyers and friends, etc. Number three, there are the factual and unforeseen consequences of one and two.

But, but. Let me tell you why am I bringing this up again?” Because in recent couple of days I have been followed by at least several entities. I’ve never seen so many cars with tinted windows in my life and basically there are too many coincidences to believe everything is a pure coincidence. I am one of the few people that can sense when being followed esp. when agents are not up to their task and it is basically a very sloppy work. In other words, Im freaking scared like I never was because I have no clue who these people are. Next thing I know, they ve been trying to maim me here in the past and more recently. Next thing I know, obviously some people were instructed to keep messing my life in public like public transportation drivers. They keep harassing me, but since I do not want to give new ideas to local bastards I do not want to be transparent anymore saying how the things are done, I will keep it to myself. All I shall claim is I am not feeling fucking all right. That’s all. One Jamie Cummins once told me, Milos, you got to take it like a man. So I did not listen to her advice quite so often.

I ve been walking my dog this evening, probably my only true friend in Serbia and need be I am ready to give up my life to protect him. He is a person to me. However, we came into Milovana Marinkovica street in the elite section of Vozdovac and there was a 10PM party there. I overheard one girl asking somebody what would you like to drink? We have this and that, etc. I know one time in my life I had a potential, but now I know – I will never be invited to such a party in Serbia here. I ve been thrown at a human layer of life where I have to deal with fucking Serbian PT drivers. The more trouble they throw at you, the less time you have to deal with important things in your life. If I had ten parallel lives now, I would not be able to get together and get on well to make a decent progress because of the rap sheet and fucking motherfuckers sucking away the life from me. Well, that is the bad news. The good news were eradicated.

Tuesday, October 18, 2016


one serbian monkey with montenegrin accent passed by me this evening in front of the philosophical faculty in Belgrade and told me Nick-Kyrgios-style, if you know what i mean:

"illegible illegible (and not only that) BLACK GUY FUCKED HER"

wait a bloody minute, motherfucker, black guy fucked who!!! there an't no girl in the States or Serbia or World that i care was fuckin anyone for Christ's sake! i do not have a girl now neither i fucking care. you got a million black guys - refugees - from Africa here in Belgrade and you think they an't gonna be fucking anyone? this 'comment' was meant to deeply emotionally upset me and it must be related to the song that i created recently called BEJBE and posted on youtube where in the song it may appear to some serbo-cretins that i was crying over some lost love or my ex. lost point idiots! i am an artist (and professional at that) and it is just a song, i do not fucking care who fucked who! this just gives you an idea folks who these people are and what are they about (with me.) as far as i am concerned i think creating in serbian language is the waste of time and money for me, it is just causing trouble cos i do not have a public around here.

Monday, October 17, 2016


i think i could drink coffee with him and not be afraid.
nothing but the coolest guy around and kudos although I got beaten twice on his watch. the last time i barely made it. although nothing got better following this dire episodes in my life and although there are many people that are after me I think the problem lies down in the chain of command where the people managed by his subordinates are mobbing me which is most obviously seen when some public transportation drivers come at me as I am exposed and visible. they rev their engines to the max or make other and various types of disturbing noises in order to upset me.
it's about dozing if they need to close the doors they will slam it to make noise, if there is no reason to press on the brakes and there is no emergency they’ll brake like crazy just for the fun of it and to make me flying. these are the poeple that have jobs. the people that do not have jobs i am afraid of them as they will try to attack, sneak, spit, do whatever i consider potentially life threatening - such for example is bum attack when the bum at me, the bum who looks like he is humping on dirtiest city hoes and it just happened around the place where the cheapest whores hang out. so I may just die because of it. one human rights law firm would make millions if they hire PIs to come tape this shit undercover and see what the system does to me. im talking good chunk of money, millions and millions of dollars. these are not only advantages of living in Serbia that I am experiencing here, they also do not feel fear while doing harm as they assume there are green lights to do so, unimaginable in other places where I would like to go and be. no matter what, they are enticed and there an’t no direct control. so what’s their stake in conformity when mobbing my life of quality spent time – and it’s not only that – I’ve been blatantly maimed and harmed as a direct result of their actions. i pity me but who else does?!

If someone could count how many times I was unnecessarily suffering from intentionally made noises executed by unknown (to me) people inclusive of delivery truck drivers like today in vitanovacka street, belgrade - october 18th 2016 -  and if I was given mere $ 700.00 (comparing to thousands or millions in damages for mental and physical abuse) for every incident whereat I was Serbian target I would have been a very rich man – and I cannot avoid them : what can I do if it is one of my favorite stores and I cannot say kick this company off your delivery list or kick this piece of shit delivery guy off job. it does not work that way in serbia - people are not afraid unlike for example in the United States - they are simply not controllable. I got to suffer but i wonder will this aggression make them a bett er poeple doen the line? this may sound silly to non-Serbians but if we make an experiment exposing most Serbian intellectuals to what I am going through – they would die in the greatest mental and physical pain. the one I can think of is Matija Beckovic. No pun intended.
the fukcing place reeks of injustice 24 – 7, it’s surreal how bad it is.
their problem also is that they do not accept me as an intellectual or an artist. the problem i have is my rap sheet - because to them i was presented as someone lower than them: a lazy bastard, thief, petty thief, nobody, con, murderer, you name it - it is on the Serbian list.

I cannot put up with the fact that there is chaos in my life initiated by the system and i am on the constant run, then the next question is: who runs the system? In the United States if there were not the Freemasons it would have been such a chaos that it would not be imaginable, similar to that one in my case but on a much much larger scale. then again I understand that in my life there are not people anymore like those whose names I cannot mention but they were all friends of mine. I just cannot understand that there an’t no nice people in Serbia those who you could admire but only those that will steer some chaos down the line and that is basically it - the explanation of what I am going through. take for example the leader, he may be all you want but one person means nothing, there must be many people like that in the chain of command and the order they must follow. the last one in the end of line therefore must not suffer because of the system malfunction and it is happening a great deal to me in Serbia. 
number 2 i feel like i am not allowed to be an artist in serbia - they ask did you get diploma did you go to art school - if you did not, you are a cheat. it is like asking Bill Gates for University degree. they just do not get it. or they will say to you - well, you can not make music as you did not attend music school and you cannot read notes, and then they promptly go into attack mode and keep harassing you to death, and that is Serbia as i know it. everybody is talking that Serbian President bought his university degree without ever attending the university - but he has got the power, influence and money, the things i do not have here. basically i am screwed whichever way you turn it. according to local rationale the Rolling Stones are the greatest fraud in history of mankind. why cannot serbs relax, let me live and have fun - at l(e)ast many of them are having fun ruining my life. 

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

as serbian mind boggling torture continues....

and yes they can vouch craziness on the part of this guy cos he is as mad as hell in this blog, but they are deliberately hiding that I should be the only one truly mad here as they destroyed my family. one day I was living a family life and the other I was forcefully separated from my family while everything that was normal hit the downward spiral to the point that today even serbian junkies that reek of chemicals feel that they can come at me and bully me around this nasty place called Belgrade like it happened a moments ago in the streetcar no. 14 while I was returning home from banjica. I won’t be repeating the name of the person who started the spitting thing again here as I did it many times earlier. like I said my life has been far worse off than Joseph K.'s ever was; Kafka’s writing skill has nothing on my reality. that's pretty much the only positive thing i can say at this moment.

Tuesday, October 11, 2016


there are serbs that are publicly fucking on the public tv channels (reality shows). these are huge  stars in serbia now - but me who started a simple music project - it is okay that every piece of shit in serbia can spit at me or throw gobbers as they like when they are passing by. if i was serbian - though i do not feel like one and denounce it - i would be more jealous of someone that was publicly fucking on tv screen than of someone who is just making music. wish if someone can make documentary out of my life. they were told to despise me from the getgo. fucking do not trust anyone here no more. eye doctor ruined my vision on purpose during ther exam in the emergency clinic, you cannot go lower than that. while you are coping with people's shit, it is just hard to endure when it is going on 24 - 7 and everywhere. my only hope is that karma will get those it needs to get, here and in the usa, and they might start going help please leave that guy alone (yelling) - cause they will go crazy i am sure. it is one helluva creepy place.
i guess the last wave of Serbian hatred expressed by way of barbarian gangstalking and making man made noises stems from the fact that i started making music again. you can see a lot of them despise as they go by. a lot of them cannot stand me now, hatred is oozing out. I cannot walk the streets without embarrassment to decency, something you expect from those you do not know but meet in public, most of them cannot put up a simple sentence in English together but they are very quick to deny your efforts. their behavior reminds me a lot of some other people in the western world who are also quick to disavow you and find mistakes of all kinds. i mean even the north korean president welcomed slovenian rock band recently while these guys in serbia openly hate and despise for doing something they cannot or won't. it is crazy what a big shame this is.this is why please please do not wear skukill badge  around here because you can get molested, mind raped or even killed. this is serbia and many do not know nothing about letting people do their thing, it is a highly backward judgmental, prejudist and despicable enviroment colored with unfounded hatred and psychotic bigotry. i look at it as punishment from God to live here. thanks be to God i do not speak Serbian well so I won't be doing any more songs in Serbian. i wish i did not understand anything in that language, i would have been blessed if i did not speak it. there are no intrigues in this country just a plain straight-forward hatred, just hatred and disdain! amen! btw, what am i getting blamed for?! did i run this country into the ground and do not let me started what else. any other place in the region not to say EU, Canada, USA or Australia, you have hands down better chances of succeeding in anything you do. at least you won't be molested or bullied.

Sunday, October 02, 2016


in 13 years I spent in serbia there has not been one person that did not break up relations with me. why?

because not one good word has been said about me here.

so far I was described (slandered that is) mostly as lunatic to keep away the ladies from me and - thief in order to ruin my business ties and disallow money flow – something you have to have.

take a wild guess who can be the one who did it to me?! i think as what follows next, they are trying to NAHUSKAJU (serbian word - you know what it could only mean) some crazy people to kill me.

do you think these things can be done by a few people without power?

who then can motivate Serbian people to massively spit at me as they do. they enjoy it, but it talks more of their temper and temperament than anything else. I am going through Goli Otok experience. at least twenty people per day are blatantly and unscrupulously spitting in my direction.
It really does not hurt if they are not close, a feet away as it happens sometimes. so I can live with that but Goli Otok style torture lives!!! It is Serbia for Gods sake!!
Nothing unusual.

that is why I would rather be the English Bull Terrier than who I am at the moment.

at least as dog you are not expecting anything as you do as human being. as human being you expect respect but you get none. at least not in Serbia.

let me make another example, I had a friend who is a very nice person – and these motherfuckers – it is my guess only but not far from the truth and what exactly happened – they went to bother him with homosexual crap and God knows how they did it. it bothered him to the point that he could not take it anymore and ended friendship with me abruptly and without good reason. I must say that I respect all people for who they are but I am in no way homosexual neither I would prefer to have homosexual friends around unless they are famous. I could understand his decision because if that was happening to me my wife would have been more important to me than any of my friends.

also, look at the guy on this photo, he does not live in Serbia and pictured here with his guitar I am sure he would like to be my friend – because me and my music endeavors are talk of the town at this moment. I am sure they won’t allow it, because it would have added value to my well being. I am not going to even say whom I am speaking about, you have to read my blog and find out who is it i am referring to – they do not deserve further mention. hoping to set the queer record straight one day.