COMPLIMENTS OF THE CIA – passionate hatred

Occasionally I go to Mozzart Betting for a small time betting fixes to stay in touch with my favorite sport (Vojvode Stepe 131, Belgrade, Serbia) only to have a continuance of setting a bum on fire experience that started in 2002, compliments of the CIA and Serbian Secret Services. Who are these youngsters – 18- 20 yr olds? They to me look like drug dealers or petty thieves. These young bullies can only stick on me because of the rap sheet they were told by the rats in the police and Serbian Secret Services to smear my image locally. Every-time I get in and they are there - they give me these unnerving looks while talking trash so I am on da defensive while applying quick get out tactics all the time. Serbian people in general are riddled with anxiety, fear, insecurity, and anger. And Hatred. Alas, tonight two of them – the fat one and his buddy “oh, here goes the cretin” – spotted me on the street (CIA! Do I get my privacy anywhere please!) proceeded to harass me on the street as they made noises as I was passing by them and as long as I was in their optics. The passersby were smiling with smirks. I am pretty sure these two young bucks were packing at least a screwdriver; they must have heard that I have been a tough nut to crack. Or they reckoned it is two us against the nut with glasses. But it is crazy we are neighbors, the confrontation will most certainly involve their families and someone will eventually have to die because of their stupidity. I do not know who they are but they most certainly can easily find out where I live because obviously - everybody knows me. And so on. It appears the Serbs are awarding my harassment. At any rate, Serbs enjoy ruining Serbs better than them, the evil runs in the family. As the nation, they like kissing asses of the foreigners too. So CIA – Serbia connection comes in natural and handy. These two and the passersby were enjoying it and it was a Serbian Showtime. Well, it was not for me - I hope this betting place moves from this block asap, so these motherfuckers do not have a place to spend their ill earned gains and I hope they go to Hell as I wish to all those that took time in falsely accusing me of anything and turning my life into the nightmare whose result is that many Serbs do not see me as the victim but as their public and private enemy they have to toot their horns with although I do not know for what or why. I only know the damages, it costs me all the good time I could have had, the friendships, money, nerves, family, et cetera. They practically ruined me and they have to be scared of the revenge, although as long as I am alive I am pretty sure nothing bad will happen to them. But the real show will begin when I disappear.

Tremendous hatred is coming towards me from some of these Serbian people. I can see what most of them think and where are they coming from but among all of them the hooligans' body language is the easiest to read, they are ready to fight me right there, that moment on the street, they stare at me with all that hatred. If they are not packing they would have not. Who told them about me? Who told them they could think of an attempt. IMO, the following is the order of command: CIA orders to the Serbian Government (Serbian President, his security and cohorts) and NGOs mostly run by the Serbs of Middle Eastern origin (Lebanon and surroundings), the latter two order hooligan leaders - supporters of major football clubs (drug dealers that are the highest in command on the streets) most of them are behind bars already (think American Creeps, Bloods, etc), but they still command, they order to the soldiers on the street - young hooligans, members and sympathizers of the football clubs. Big money is in the game otherwise they would not be able to do this. One of their tasks is to shake me down each and every day without giving any breaks. If I could, I do not know what I would do to someone in CIA for all I had to come through for nine years this has been going on. Apparently, since 1996 or 2002 for that matter I had not had a normal day in my life, neither I expect.

any nation would be proud to have a mind like me in their stock. english would have killed for the person like me, unfortunately they have to deny me because i am serbian. i am the best of both worlds and i have emerged in the nation of ignorant, aggressive primitives from Balkan peninsula that are mostly my adversaries if there are at least twenty occurrences by day of some sort of molestation whereby i am the victim. serbs have no reason to hate me and by joining the EU their stupid ways will obtain some sort of credibility.

What I believe happened to me

I cannot take it anymore. With a lot of Serbs going after me in various situations I really want to get it off my chest. With this kind of pressure the only thing I can lose is my sanity. I believe at least two agencies: Serbian secret police and CIA planned the assassination of Serbian Prime Minister dr Zoran Djindjic. They needed a real killer’s look alike which they found in me through computer imaging software. Out of blue American part arrested and kept me in three secret locations for 6 months. When the time of assassination came, two secret agents led me to Serbia. The first attempt on Djindjic’s life was not successful. It was on the same day of my arrival. I had no clue what was going on until they finally killed the president few days later and the photo robot of killer emerged in the newspaper. It was somebody that looked like me, a guy with glasses. It was within five days of my arrival. Luckily, I was too scared to come out of the home. I think their plan was to kill me just like they did with Lee Harvey Oswald and then do whatever was in their plan.

Later they did not know what to do with me, and because of their secret files (every secretive administration has) they had to come up with stories instead of leaving me alone. On my part I started writing of my terrible experience herewith. Since 2003 the word got out to the public and “a hot topic” spread through the country like lightning. I do not know what they had been telling and cooking, but I know that everywhere I go I find a multitude of Serb haters of various kinds and nationalities (from Serbs through Jews and Croats to Gypsies). Nothing is easy for me in Serbia and the rest I had described below.

No. 1: ôô man by watching matches of novak djokovic i came to à conclusion that nothing is possible without belief, belief comes in last and foremost, this guy almost gave me heart attack and a stroke ones on 29th of january 2012 œõåí ¼ œïì àëìîñò à ëîñò áàòòëåð. èò œàñ îíå îô òõå áåñò ëåññîíñ èí ìç ëèôå!!! òõàò è õàâå ëåàðíåä èí ìç ëèôåòèìå (posting these two different topics on the same post as both are impohtant to me and i do not want one to lose primacy to another)

how true am i for writing this is reflected in the following:

on the following day of posting, there (downtown) passed by a young female stating: where is your chokie now? [chokie was allegedly CIA's or United Kingdom's agent that orchestrated the murder of the premier in serbia as it could have been read in the newspapers]. following the destruction of my family in america this is adding pressure because obviously someone and who else but the serbian secret service and CIA's spec-op department in Serbia want to get me involved into something i have no clue of. in other words this is like the death sentence. i am living the life of pressure (without any chance of founding a new family) and i cannot wait to get killed to find out, return (helped by the Heavenly forces) and burn and entirely eradicate all those involved into what happened to me (primarily usa and serbia) inclusive of their kissing kin. there won't be any more of them

SERBIAN POLICE AND SERBIAN POWER PLAYERS ARE TARGETING ME

i even heard rumors: that's an arkan in disguise after plastic surgery! i think police wants to kill me for some reason they are after me in cars i can recognize well, black or arctic white grand bmw jeeps or other robust vehicles. i have no idea why, but somebody has been targeting me for something for a long time.

i want to hereby openly say that i never had any associations with any criminal gang,
criminal clans or police or anyone that was ever accused of any crime (anywhere in the world).

police wants to turn me into a scapegoat, they want to involve me into crimes no matter how petty they can be so they can prove what they wanted to prove. i am alone against thousands, police associates are organizing young serbian hoodlums into harassing me everywhere i go, they know this will involve me into some kind of trouble this or that way. at least a fight. basically, i am in state of tremor organized by numerous clans, organizations, mean people in this country.

someone planned it for a long time since they snatched me from the united states who obviously did not care to protect me, and serb police is trying since then to set me up with various things. they were successful with public rumors in portraying me as lunatic, drug addict, thief, paranoid, et cetera. for all i know they are trying to wash their hands off of something over me

yesterday a car passed by with a red beam shooting from the top of a cockpit and driver was targeting my head and i believe it was a laser that burned my eyes.

AN’T A LAUGHING MATTER – EPIPHANY – FUCK YOU UNITED STATES FOR PUTTING ME INTO THIS CRAZY ASS SITUATION

Belgrade, Serbia, i-cold January 13th of 2012. I am truly shaking as I am writing this … In Serbian art community everybody understands the public talk is a no-no and every top art dealer is trying to secure reliable connections within the police, financial control, politicians, lawyers, doctors, and other state authorities if need be. Now I must come out clear A.G.B. because my life is constantly threatened by the certain groups of art and antique traders that through their “second hands” are connected to major figures – like Bata Klepic on one side, and the gypsies from Kalenic market on the other. These small groups or one large group are the go between the two sides. I am the small fish to fry and I consider myself art critic, painter, collector, and the future museum founder and not a dealer for the only time I exchange art is when I want to get new paintings.

Beside Bata Klepic, major figures on art scene as art dealers are: Boris Srbinovski, Radojica, Milos Petkovic, Mosa Todorovic, Miki Stamenkovic, Ivan Mitic, Vera Matovic, Biserka Zelic, Madlena Zepter, Nadezda Perovic, Zoran Vujicic, Milan Jan (a "knowledgeable" guy that in tphonic conv. revealed things about me (mixed me up?!) I had not heard of so why not retort) …. and a lot of others, think perhaps I do not want to include the names of interest and why. These are players behind the scenes. Together with their associates/friends from various walks of life the amount of influence they possess within a Serbian society when translated in United States power terms equals to the likes of George Bush Senior, Dick Cheney, Henry Kissinger, Emanuel (Obama).

UTILIZING PUBLIC POSITION FOR PRIVATE HARRASMENT…

Now in fear of those who obtain art for the major players (that also makes them their associates) I have to constantly watch my back and constant watch is one of the hardest things to do in life. “They” have the name. Milenko Mitrovic alias Vodenica (The Mill in Serbian; given by his Serbian Secret Service (“BIA”) colleagues for yapping his mouth 24 – 7; I wish I had his photo) has promised to kill me cursing my dead father and cursing my mother. I must say that I have become really paranoid for these threats.

The issue came around the constant intrigue that he was trying to place on me. Like: “nobody in the town likes you”, “you don’t pay shit”, “gypsies will swish your ass”, “stojan pacov, dusan mikonjic, bogoljub jovanovic, you are collecting crap” (the bad cop), and “let’s be friends and let me teach you a nice lesson how will you behave yourself among sellers”, “you know, bata klepic did this, bata klepic did that” and so on (a good cop on the other side) … while all the time he and his posse and the likes of Dragan Vukovic Vuchko is trying to undermine my friendships and transactions out of pure evil and jealousy. Simultaneously, they are trying to shit on everything I own and make their junk look good, so they are good promoters, nevertheless I must admit occasionally but rarely they do come across good art as well. By falsely presenting themselves as art collectors and connoisseurs it’s easy for them to defame because they are not looking at this as at the life time effort, they look at art as at the opportunity for making of quick and easy buck. There are a couple of other guys connected to Mitrovic that I am aware of and whose identity I would like to preserve for the time being as well in the story. After I could not listen to "good and bad cop talk" any more, I told Mitrovic to go fuck himself and then he went into the rage, threats and tirade which immediately took out my sense of security for the rest of the night and most likely for the rest of my life as well. I do not know whether I will be able to weather the storm with all other problems that pressurize me in my life.

The art group in question probably has got a problem with volume of my art collection (jealousy – they are in fear that with my smarts I do not come close to their breadwinners like Bata Klepic they’d like to keep me away from him and/or them). Mitrovic’s posse must also sense rivalry as they look upon my collection as the goods for trade. They fear that I am a better trader while all the difference is that they sell whatever they acquire within the time range of one week, tops, for a quick buck and I do not; I am in for the keeps, and they do not want to understand that. The problem is they see me as competition. They present their fears to the guys for whom they acquire art too and the big fish out of greed may be thinking that I am out there to take the piece of their cake too; just for these intrigues I feel completely isolated. Then comes the elbowing. I feel as if they are trying to extract me out of business although the only business I have is the creation of my art collection. I had no headaches for the time I stayed away from them, but recently they acquired some art that interested me – and they knew it; THEY CALLED ME and it seems even a couple of days of their proximity was enough for confrontation. The problem has emerged for in the past I had let them yapping their mouth – that said spraying intrigues seems like the usual routine for the policemen around the world – instead of confronting them loud and clear. For example these half literate mob disputed that I am an art critic at all while many texts that I have written are there to witness in favor thereof - black on white. They probably were encouraged more when they learned I have not got a back-up posse like all of these other major figures and even they do. The truth is – knowledgably and mindedly, I am in ballpark with /their master/ Bata Klepic, while without a “proper” entourage of politicians, showmen, policemen and businessmen friends AND I ALSO MUST ADD – MONEY (BECAUSE MONEY IS THE KING IN SERBIA, NOT ONLY LANGUAGE AND ORIGIN) these p.o.s. think I am in their ballpark – and thus their righteous peer and competition for elbowing. So I made a mistake of letting a braggadocio, egoism and machismo of their empowerment become a routine when they were talking to me. Finally, I had to confront them and show them that I am not a pussy. Now it is too late, I have scrambled my mind engines with dangerous delay while the war of words has escalated into a life threatening situation. And by having to write this – to deny later rumors that my death was suicide and that I will probably be exterminated by poison or bullet – I am in the quicksand for the last thing in my mind was to write about the major art figures like said above. Now even though this life threatening situation has little or nothing to do with art legitimacy (as I have not heard all of the intrigues – from this type of people one must be ready to expect everything, not necessarily from Mitrovic, but I know his associates are ready to do the worst verbal and physical things at the least), the major players will be willing to destroy me too – but I had to involve as much as I knew to legitimize the situation and provide each one of them with an opportunity to clean the shit up in their own backyard. Their buddies – pickers and providers – started it all. We are not talking elbowing for more money anymore on their part – we are talking life and death and all those virgins.

When I started collecting art in USA, I had read the motto of one private Mass. collection which read “the Silent Collector”, I always wanted to be that silent collector but the non-existence of powerful friends and constant fear has led me into the situation which is totally opposite

Secret Agent turned art dealer into his spare time - Milenko Mitrovic has got weapons and lives on Maksima Gorkog Street in Belgrade, Serbia and he works for the Serbian Secret Service BIA and he obviously has many friends there and his friends have friends that are well connected high up to Boris Tadic. He has got a good reputation with his neighbors – which is the mask for I know his true face that is not pretty – as before the confrontation the guy approached vowing to start making art purchases from him. Do you know who it was he asked? The regional director of Coca Cola Company!!! Mitrovic and his friends are all armed with legally owned weapons while bombs and illegal weapons are easily obtained for the guys that work for public agencies. In the past the real cops were the only reliable mafia hitmen. And they still are because no one is there to confront them. I must vouch that neither one Serbian public agency was the equal opportunity employer - at least they were not when I was of age and when I was able to work for certain agencies but instead everyone’s obtaining employment there through the connections and bribe money which is the modus operandi in Serbia – in such a corrupt government – even the parking authority officers obtain their jobs through connections.

I do not have any idea who and how will they get me, whether it will be Milenko’s coworkers and their buddies from different police departments in Serbia or Milenko’s friends gypsies from Kalenic market, or Milenko’s friends doctors and their buddies who will not pay tribute to Hypocrite Oath and do me harm while I am hospitalized. .

I am truly in fear and paranoid because of the threats that this state service's member has presented and I do not believe in any apologies and I do not believe in downplaying this situation as the threats will be served cold if it is too hot now. I am not afraid but the police in Serbia has too many tails that - in addition to all stated herewith - I feel ordinary people started to hate me for being myself. It is all a non-constructive and degrading talk as the cause. I have not done any harm to anybody! I have not cheated anyone! I am ready to talk with the right people. The only person I fear is God. The only bullets and bombs I fear belong to those I wrote about in this blog. Basically, I am writing this for not having to worry about fearing mafia, hoodlums, corrupt government and clans within/thereof, and for not having anybody to discuss with about what to do. The point is, even though I am alone, the truth will prevail and eventually come out somehow. This situation has made wonder for whom I am making my collection and doing all of the effort and work?

My lesson after all of this is: when the cops start running the art world, it turns into a mob scene.