Saturday, March 19, 2016

Jesus Christ, Novak and the* Serbs

having two countries, the United States of America and Serbia, hate you is the punishment of God.I waited ten years before getting married and as soon as I did, Americans stepped in and stopped me in my tracks - ruined it. they jinxed me out of my future.
In Serbia, I was saving money for ten years to buy car, not long after that Serbs destroyed it. with enemies like that I would need nine lives to gain some normalcy.it is a one step forward and a thousand steps backwards relationship. but if that
only would be just it. even though i am not overly supersticious, my advise to both the usa and serbia would be:
if you ever get another chance, pick your battles and never engage to steal from the lowly cos some Heavenly wreath may be coming to haunt you unselectively  after all.
I am not trying to fight wars with serbs. In comparison, Jesus Christ who was also opposed by many - lost the right and privilege to stay present on Earth physically. I can only imagine my life and existence as purposely being exposed in order to take the role in the modified Parcheesi game whereby rich and powerful Americans had picked and chosen their human expendables (instead of  elephants) to have a little fun with human lives. Through their Serbian pawns they are forcing me into a certain death as it is impossible to live life when opposed by many. I also can wildly imagine that Novak Djokovic was Jesus in his past life and that I was one of those who crucified Jesus and now it is my time to suffer – as it seems the tables are turned. It is one way to explain the unexplainable. to my defense I can state to the religious serbs:  you can be Christians all you want but if you are promoting hatred and doing injustice, it is the greatest sin!
Practically isolated from an undisturbed normal living and family life, I practically have nobody important to support my side (of the story too). Serbs here can lie about everything and get away with it. I do not know if they are bragging about what they are doing to me or if they’re lying that I am left alone and that everybody is treating me well. Not! I am not peach and dandy by any means living here at 44.8167° N, 20.4667° E.
take a first step of a 100 miles march - end hooliganism in serbia, first off, close off football stadiums in the city at any cost and less than 10% of the problem will be solved. create neighborhood watch patrols to eliminate drug problems around schools. prohibit sale of dangerous items such as knives, lasers, firecrackers. these are only some basic ideas as it would take many years to eradicate evil in Serbia. all politicians’ children are on the safe grounds overseas, but why would anyone want to live here with erratic situation as it is. so someone must do something. as I was walking my dog after 11 PM tonight (31st of march 2016) first we were despitefully laughed at by the group of kids huddling up around veselin maslesa schoolyard’s entrance who recognized my English bullterrier from approx. 200 yard distance and then as we proceeded to bypass these late night party we went down to autokomanda park only to realize that a group of what appeared to be 12 to 15 hooligans was heading towards us from the bluff nearby red star stadium, which is approx. 500 yards distance, and as I saw some laser lights shined on the trees in the park around us I then decided to strike the trail back home at once. i thought it was safe walking in belgrade around 11:00 PM, guess not, early in the morning must be the safest time. now eyes hurt from laser exposure. not interested of experiencing the destiny of Brice Taton although i could have been killed when i was attacked last time (as i had described in this blog earlier). 
yes i am a sissy for saying it out loud, but i cannot help it - someone must separate sport and politics as cacoons of evil lay in the woodwork of politics next to ignorance. these are my thoughts.
run a river through belgrade, knowledge is in the water. deprived of sunshine i was only coming out of my hideout in the evening and last evening i ate frikom's icecream vanila cone that created additional pain in my life today, i am so weak i can barely stand. a friend of mine said you were probably poisoned as most likely they threw out first (in the spring time with warmer temps) the no good stuff, unfrozen and frozen again. and i can tell you a few days ago when i was feeling better, i wanted a pancake and coffee, but to a sick man water is everything. i can only assume, in the end with the last man standing and dying in mortal pain there will be no drinking water left. 
I must say that next to being isolated from normalcy and permanently harassed by my countrymen, I am starting to experience lack of communication with practically 90% of those that had previously communicated with me. it all started when my cellular phone got stolen in October 2015. I went downtown to police headquarters to let police track it and signed some authorization for the police that i had not read at the time - now i regret. I have many proven enemies (ultimate evil with unlimited reach and power) in the ranks of Serbian national security service (aka BIA - equivalent to the U.S. FBI and CIA) and hence Im worried if someone got a hold of my phone there and malevolently undermined all of my relationships. it is not impossible in serbia and i have no other explanation. those relationships were definitely systematically undermined and the only ones who have power to do anything of such a magnitude in Serbia are: God, Novak Djokovic and BIA what God and Novak Djokovic certainly did not do.
this comes after the fact that some art collectors had prevented me from getting in touch or continuing communication with other art collectors. utilizing mode divide et impera, they created a situation whereby some really good but perhaps naive people started to hate me without a good reason. things has gotten so bad that bold transparence against rivalry, jealousy, unfair advantages, gangstalking, vicious attacks and harassment as reflected in this blog remains the only option. 

this degree of hatred to me is just amazing, today, april 3rd 2016, as I bought two different newspapers and asked the newspaper-stand man, downtown, to let me breeze through the third newspaper to check if there is a culture section inside, for all that time, about a minute, he kept hiding a laser pointed at my eyes that I only realized that when I raised my head to thank him. he then made a quick move and put it down then.

this move was what appeared to me and it explains the terrible burning pain in and around eyes –  | that is why I have not stated exactly where it happened – as I  am not sure 100%, where from this person would have gotten a laser all of a sudden, he does not sleep with it, does he? | - and irritating cloudy vision i am experiencing 12 hours later, but as i was going to an antique fair where i have many enemies it is also possible that i was sniped by somebody else from an ambush. it really got me this time as most likely the exposure was intense, very close and/or maintained for a prolonged period of time.
now my eyes and skin around them burn, eyes feel stiff and sore again and I have gotten new additions to a myriad of blobs and fishnets traveling in them going left and right, up and down. my vision got weird again, impaired and underexposed. this is beyond sick and cruel, this torturing of the subject in such a perfidious fashion is higher level of bigotry. WHEN IT FIRST STARTED - IT WAS NOT JUST A PRANK, BUT IT WAS DESIGNED TO PLAINLY MAIM WITH THE HELP OF THESE STOOGES, PAWNS AND IDIOTS WHO DO THESE THINGS TO ME AROUND TOWN. AND I AM SURE, KNOWING THE SERBIAN MIND, THAT THIS PLOT WAS NOT PREPARED IN SERBIA ONLY BUT SOME PLACE ELSE AS WELL. UNFORTUNATELY FOR MY WELL BEING, SERBS UNCRITICALLY ACCEPT AND PROMOTE UNHEARD OF VIOLENCE! YET, I CAN ONLY SUFFER AND THERE IS NOONE TO COMPLAIN TO UNLESS I WANT MYSELF OFFICIALLY LABELED CRAZY BY THE SERBS WHICH MUST BE THE ULTIMATE GOAL OF THIS UNHUMAN TORMENT ONLY THEN ADDING INSULT TO AN INJURY.
My life has become a free-for-all-Serbs, if you know what I mean. any asshole can walk right into my life and make an immediate mess and misery out of it, disturb my peace of mind and many Serbian assholes are utilizing their chances. Serbs, in general, are only escalating situation, a great number has no intentions of leaving me alone. there is a new method of gang-stalking when they are trying to disturb and harass me which is quite annoying and that is by revving their engines to the max when going past me – especially the Serbian public transportation’ drivers and mafia like figures driving powerful hot rods with deep tinted windows, they are making quite a few decibels that even a ~ 10 year old child – who was accompanied by his dad – had to place hands over its ears. I am sure that all of them will submit the results of their efforts somewhere because they are not doing it only to hurt me but to be and become somebody in the Serbian community. They want to be celebrated most likely as new heroes, patriots and the punishers. I wanted to scream and tell Prince Charles oh, please, Sir, do not come over-here!!! In reality, cannot do nothing. I do not see a way out of this pandemonium. The only thing I see is more retinal injury and scars in my eyes as I m only sure that they have got the logistics to keep maiming me 24 – 7. 

in serbia, the discrediting rumors placed by retired BIA* (*Serbian CIA equivalent) agents or their stooges alone would be enough to make a sane person crazy. for goodness sake this is serbia, you do not have to sip polonium in somebody’s drink. for mere 50 bucks you can hire drug addicts that will do the dirty job and stab your enemy with hypodermic HIV+ or HEP b / HEP c + needle in the mass chaos during a rush hour on Serbian public transport which translates to slow and painful death for the victim. one’s you were made an overly exposed target by the ‘system’ all those around you seem suspicious, in other words I see Trump’s problem now, out of all Muslims you do not know which ones belong to 0,0001% that you cannot trust, it is not written on their foreheads.
ho hum, in serbia problem seems to be deeper than just that, I have not had a person willing to play tennis with me since 2003. people are afraid knowing the influence of my serbian enemies. it is disgusting, this Serbian perfidious hatred, they do not just hate you, they despise you next to trying to harm and maim you. then behind your back it is all brouhaha enjoyment. I’ve got two words for you - Serbian backstabbers. the serbs believe they have the authority to judge me and they have found me guilty whereas those
somewhere in america that had allowed them to judge and persecute me are not conscience-stricken neither will they find a new sympathy for this suffering.
scratch mark on my back of unknown origin that i discovered - it started to burn - after a ride on moderately crowded serbian public transport, there is a needle size pierce hole damage on my jacket in the exact same area as this scar on my back. 

if you only know how many wrecked, flawed and rogue types are roaming around Belgrade serbia never minding anything with “cannot lose anything now” attitude while trying to attain national gratitude and admiration like Gavrilo Princip has gotten – coming across the ultra exposed victim and target like me, at hand. if this only would be the single fear I am going through on daily basis?! yet again, how many of those that hate me work at Belgrade coffee shops and restaurants that I would like to frequent but cannot out of fear that they will poison me?! The enemy is all around you, just faceless like ISIS, while I cannot be more exposed than I am now. i feel like Salman Ruzhdi would feel being around Tehran. I guess life in serbia is possible but very hard to bear.as far as feeling freedom, and if i compare myself to Ruzhdi (i write though), there an't much difference between Iran and Serbia.


i am sure that when reading these lines, many in serbia delight and rejoice in the perverseness of evil. and just like you cannot turn plain rocks to gold, no alchemy or 911 (N11 code) will change these people to be a better countrymen towards me. as someone stated on the 'net, somebody's drinking the keep it raw blog hatorade. on one side I am doomed. but on the other, since most likely there may be a solution for everything, I assume my misery could only be shared and helped by some American (Oregon, Utah, etc) or British female missionary or doctor-without-a-border with enough courage to go nearby isis territory and do some humanitarian work. In other words there is a chance that I won’t spend the rest of my life alone in Serbian solitary confinement virtually free of human contact.shall i ever recover? or shall i forever remain the sorrow recycling artist?(this should be taken lightly as dying man's joke).my conclusion: psy-op dept. of one large force on this planet - the united states - cannot do better than to ruin life of one individual primarily by exposing it to rotten, dangerous and destructive elements in serbia, it is impossible to imagine this sort of unwanted attention (harassment, gangstalking, attacks) was directed by my free will without the masterminding help of CIA or BIA and their henchmen: lowlives, criminals, hooligans, "nationalists", murderers, etc. in other words if i wanted to become a star of any sort without underlying qualities in me like Djokovic has, that would be impossible to attain. on the other hand it is equally impossible to draw and attract the hatred and attention of entire nation onto you without the help of hate mongering agencies - you can try but hardly anyone will notice you. i feel as if i was forced to live the rest of my life in a den filled with venomous serpents that have been biting you for over 13 years but every bite creates that bit of anti venomous resistance in your body. in addition i feel as Jesus Christ and His Army are my only allies but serbs and americans are tougher than Jesus! from my point of view, nobody can beat evil or forces of darkness on this planet. period.


I have been in the center of national rift and divide that goes on for centuries, the exact same reason why so many former serbs were forced to leave the matrix separating into other nations around serbia that are better off now in all aspects but perhaps the geopolitical. i know this because i had these thoughts, to become antiserbian out of protest. legend has it, this Serbian wild quality of attacking its own kind like human pit bulls has been marked by the four inverted letters "С" in serbian coat of arms (Слога = Serbian for Unity). that being one of the reasons why there are so many bitter enemies in the goddam balkans. serbs are the notorious Kool Aid drinkers. that is why I vouch – in a dog-eat-dog world where the artificial turmoil has been created by designated agencies - the most Goddam sort is the pit bull variety. i mean it would not help if i went downtown belgrade screaming from the top of my lungs: c'mon people, what did i do to you, for goodness' sake leave me alone, what did i do?!
however, nothing justifies the collective guilt and both the immature and special Serbian love and attention dedicated to Novak Djokovic
(who happens to be my idol too – which makes me what – not Serbian enough?) make an exception that proves the rule. In other words, Im the only one here that serbs (will) reject. they are wired onto my presence like staffies and not letting go. serbia is the country where even the dumbest serbs were allowed to achieve peaceful family lives, not me. talking about being screwd. i feel brainraped, sickened and abused by many. 
there are murderers, rapists, drug dealers, thieves in serbia like no other place on the planet but i do not know their names or where they live neither they are bothered publicly nor gang stalked by serbs in a way they do it to me. i am treating my dog much better than what my many countrymen do to me, but they were given the right to judge and harass me for kicks. life is unfair, but this situation is far from being close to normaL. there are some people that bring the wind of vindication, but unfair treatment prevails in times when i decide it is safe to leave the self imposed house arrest in order to have less interaction with locals and catch a breath of fresh air, things still happen then and it is exactly why i decided to make some comparisons, me against Djokovic because what has been going on has been totally unfair. das ist life. someone is living it up and someone is sentenced to suffer. i bear no more hopes that someone will vindicate me in this lifetime for the atrocious crimes I committed. Serbs are the greatest avengers of the world. I feel as if I had respectively raped at least a daughter, mother and sister to any one of those that are after me. such is their hatred. there has not been a day in my lifetime here that some serb did not retaliate against me out in the public. like today (29th of march 2016) old lady with mean looking eyes and shitty yellow colored hair that works at the register in kokamar store on vojvode stepe boulevard – she was playing with the price scanner until she had a chance to point it up straight into my eyes. when she did – it gave her satisfaction. It also reminded me that hostility factor when applied to Serbian nation is near 100%. when they know who or what the target is, they give their maximum. of course, my left eye feels like a raw wound entire afternoon. I do not have that much money but if I had I would offer to all serbs that did this to me in the past 100 euros to point that laser – price scanner into their eyes for an hour. If they think it is nothing, they would be paid well. if cumulatively i would add up all injuries, emotional and physical wounds that i have suffered from serbian people in the past, i am positive that my disabilities would amount to over 90%!
it feels as if serbia has no attention span when I am not mentioned every 5 seconds. these guys made a habit stalking me and now try to stay relevant by creating dangerous controversy about foreign investors weighing complex mix of risks all due to my blog.

most likely, as i do not know who any of these people on the following images are and they had been iandvertently and mistakenly showing as the only friends on my viber network when i got a new phone, thus i believe some of them got a hold of my old phone SAmsung S5 in october 2015, and were messing with it, so either them were the ones who illegally kept my phone messing up my life in the process or the police took the phone from them and started doing tricks so i feel as being in the loaded serbian pandemonium instead of just a mere serbian Hell (where you read "outgoing call" this was when i tried contacting them from my newly bought Samsung S5 to find out what the truth is and whether they kept my old Samsung S5 cellular but, of course, there were no answers):