anti-serb [ scared to death. ]

government is taking charge with me. they are sending troikas - groups of three crazy looking plainclothed maniacs to harass me in public transportation. usually them three gangsters (aka agents) gather around me on all three sides and start pushing people around and on me. they have well played-in combinations for any occasion as people get aggravated just on me somehow. when i am exiting bus and there are twenty serbs lined up behind me it makes me want to scream if you kick me from behind i will kill you as i am looking down and behind at their killer looking tapered shoes. some serbs wear this kind of lethal shoes they can kill with, not a smooth and wholesome nike sneakers like me. esp. those radical serbs do not wear american joints. well today they got me so scared and aggravated i had to take a shit at municipal building of vracar municipality /while the guards came to investigate what i was doing in the toilet/. i was either scared or nervous to be struck with looseness. luckily i did not have to clean anything not shitting all over the toilet like the last time when it was the combination of a deliberate incitation /to anger/ and a hot bourek meal that topped the notch for the all-firing jetstream. i was so disturbed, could not aim right which also means i will join the seals in another life. only in serbia they provide these extra crazy names to streets and buildings. vracar literally means the sorcerer. another street in belgrade is named after dragon of the night and so bloody on. in philadelphia it was so boring, i street, k street, l street ... taking shit on broad avenue, bluck. while in belgrade, it is the municipal building. that's where i usually take a shit after being bombarded by these serbs from all sides with heavy artillery. they are most happy and beatific if they squeeze a nice and long one out while standing a feet away from me - the slandered one. fart puts smiles on their faces. on the other hand, lavatory gives me the time to regroup and consider what's next. then i go to take a quick chow and am back again to another serb-borne situation.

I NEED A WAR COMING, I WANNA BE A STAR GENERAL

come on! i need change. serbian girls like unintelligent tall guys with crazy looks, i an't got a slightest chance.just like in usa i had not had a chance to speak to an american woman - cos the word was spy, spy, spy, spy!!! implied schizophrenia, while the crazies in phialdelphia used a bull horn to let everyone know where i was coming from. it's a real bullshit everywhere i go. i try to project myself being unintelligent stupid fuck to get lucky in serbia.i do not know how to do that. should had taken evening classes at tribeca to have de niro teach me. or i just need another war. when i see who gets whom here i tend to cry, and i have cried a mountain when noone was looking. Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted.

I AM MISSING MY RIB

oh becky i keep dreamin of you! charmelam! if i just had the support of the serbian government. / man, this guy is crazy!!!!/ what life has to offer, they make a vital scandal here in belgrade, and she comes around to do her job, instead of let's say - arquett? damion?, cannot think of her rrright name right now. not. ray, ray, ray, ray, ray, sunshine!!! sweetie pie!!! earthquake!!! babycakes!!! man oh man - boeing!!!! i am missing my RIB!!! and namely am serious!!! come save yAr robot with missin rib && drained baterries!!! bear witness - tell it to me - it an't my imagination!!! bear witness - in love /from the moment i saw u/ but not endorsed on the serbian part by not having that kind of friendly mechanics available hither. otherwise, i know dress code of state's tv anchors targets my situation. in that regard, wife of serbia's foreign minister (major tv anchor) went south with her decor after i had posted the blog entry below. well, it immy parallels to the guy a harvard post grad who shows poor verbal skills articulating english by talkin into his chin. okay, mr. power line man, my blog got in your way, but you better start avoiding mr. djokovic's lodge cos his my favorite man on the tour.

underrated troublemakers

there are people who self-sentenced themselves to unmistakably and always pass between the opportunities.

now that the story about me has dawned on the pages of one obscure vojvodina's magazine a multitude is approaching me ... thinking ... this guy is lying b'out the trouble he is in ... see, he is passing us by, we cool, nothing happened, it is baloney ... my hearing is good, i hear their silent comments, but, they do not see me when i quickly turn right and find myself in the bookies and other places they do not go to where in a matter of seconds my "normal" life shuts down and it starts spinning in the unknown, uncontrolled direction.
it is what i am talking about. today as i wanted to spend 0.75 cents on my daily sport tips i ran into two young gangsters, serbian hoodlums nothing else, one had a montenegrin accent, who were "proposing" love to my favorite - sweetest teller ever. she is the cutest among the tellers. i stopped to listen what would she say and was amazed that she answered to all of their stupidity. i thought - i was coming there for months and the simple key to her heart was to be rude. babe, i know you want to. just like that. out of blue and be persistent for minutes on end. could not quite imagine that. if i was a girl i would immediately dare vomit at the very sight of these two punks but i decided not to test my luck and made an exit quickly. i am not a movie de niro, i am a real life de niro - a pussy. damn. i've just discovered, it seems as if some girls like to be raped when i get down to the bottom of human courting. i cannot be nothing but nice and it must be my deal breaker with girls, the serbian girls just despise me. unfortunately, even in usa my luck was to come across love soliciting gays. as soon as they would see me greeks and philadelphian gays were after me salivating their mouth for my hips and greco-roman-jewish-arabian-irish-scotch-hindu nose (which was fight broken and looks so and i complexed it ever since). i must be a real gay magnet. this unconfirmed fact made me hate philadelphia but it also helped me out of the united states. bruce the boss made song philadelphia about gays - philaldephia must be the gay capital of the world. there are a lot of gay guys there - especially jews - and gays do not like anyone - they are all natural born killers like the guy who killed versace, they ruled an out for me (see earlier). perhaps in order to maintain my family i should have kissed ass and sucked dick of those that were kissing asses and sucking dicks of those that ruled for me.
well, vozdovac where i live was the base for the vozdovac gang and these two young hoodlums were not even born when goran vukovic monkey was around. but these two were behaving like they owned a freaking place, i could have not got to the teller's boot because they were right there on it, jumping around and moving in jerks. i thought, if need be, i could fight my way through, i could punch one in the face and take another one down, pacman style, as i am sure they wanted to get me involved in trouble as of the minute i got in. one of them was sizing me up and when i went toward the exit it was proven to me they obviously knew me as he was leaning to snoop where i was and what i was doing and his sight was right there onto me until i got out. i felt weird. well what, he drives a space machine, he's got money - if i was for sale to buy me many times over - and in serbia he has got every right to scorn and disrespect me, right?! i could not just stand there and take their bragadochio and their scorning looks, i decided to bail myself out from those pits of hell. even if they had guns, i was not afraid of no guns. what's this bozo's point?! what's my point? i am not sure. i wonder if there is any girl anywhere in the world that would be brave nuff to come live with me. maybe that's point. not a number one as becky a. or blonde candy (sporty, jiffy and lubricated), mind you, but any decent young bird, even the american is okay if she works for no cia or the government. if i'd lucked out with no.1 i'd give her on paper i want nothing of hers so she'd know - it an't for the dough, but just for that fact that i would not feel hard doing anything as long as she is around. /surprise, surprise/ apropos, i ve seen a number of american girls in belgrade during this summer. they all knew who i was [k], but they were all ignoring me, neither one wanted to say hi, so i guess there went the opportunities. (opportunities for what, i am glad i am learning about becoming stupid; one day i will be the man) jeez, i am quite undecided; i just know i feel bad for my time is running out and girls go for those who drive fast cars with tinted windows and flash money. without a car, i simply walk and by walking i get into more troubles for trouble awaits in the means of public transportation. all disturbed, hating, maverick serbs are there. i am screwed from all sides. i know these two bought their car that will get them my favorite one by either selling drugs or robbing some object. there cannot be any other way. i know they will destroy her and make her regret remembering what destiny had in offer. but then again if i do not write this, she would not know what was offered in the first place at any rate down the line. well, i blame united states for everything. they (cia) are the ones that got onto my immi case for like i said i was born suspicious and a trouble magnet besides being a gay magnet. united states and their serbian associates tried to link me with mafia. they were testing me and the story got broke for many of these agents and snitches (church habitat) are winos. wrong story emerged nevertheless. usa got me into the trouble. i mean i was innocent of anything and quaking with 22 yoa for uncertain future imagining 50 bullets in brain and body. i knew it was coming one day, they set me for the course. nope. i am not and was not mafia member but i am an adventurer. i am not robbing banks but i like going places where one can meet trouble and an occasional rose. trouble forms itself of others who spend their ill gotten gains. i just do not go to businesses where they (who are they?) and their buddies (the waiters) can poison me. in that respect, just a superficial screening of guests gives me positive or negative vibrations - about whether it's okay to stay there or not. it's too bad the number of places where i can relax is very limited. by looks, regular people regard me as one of their own, and they cannot imagine anything bad happening to me, but they do not go to bookies and suspicious places, et cetera. when cia linked me to serbian mafia, when it all started, i tried helping myself by electro shocking self on a daily basis with 9 - 12 volts, i was biting and chewing on these silly ends knowing americans do not care for endangering anyone's life... for them i was only another serbian maggot from russia. then i found art. i was trying to help myself but it did not work, i was getting into the real nightmare that still lasts, not 24 hours a day as it used to be, but once in a while when i run into the serbs - maniacs that can get girls./ in addition, 10 montenegrin albanians gang raped american girl in yugoslavia's tito time basing their defence on one fact - she was asking for it - she wore a mini. in order to maintain political relations, the well known case was thrown under the carpet (in other words it was not on cnn when there was no cnn). this montenegrin guy - not albanian, but perhaps a kosovar serb - and the other guy, from today, i despise them. montenegrins, albanians, italians, greeks, levi strausses, assanges, these types they will be on the top of your girl the minute you turn your back (and the pricks know how it works - the bad-mannered, primitive way) just like the turks in istanbul, or egyptians in tripoli (naturally not all, most of those that can get it up) , they want to fuck everyone as soon as the chance appears. i mean i was living in the friend's house with him and his wife for months and never used an opportunity to try advancing situation to a physical sin. finally, another levi strauss jealous of my young wife stated : you know what, he was soliciting (naturally, fbi provided this false and crooked information, who else, these morons were either hallucinating on bad, seized and unburned opiates or they did it on purpose since i was the "serbian" - I WAS THE VICTIM OF AMERICAN GENERALIZATION SO WHY CANNOT I GENERALIZE, OF COURSE IT IS NOT POLITE BUT I WILL, I AM POWERLESS TO ENDANGER ANY LIVES AND MINE WAS RUINED PLUS I AN'T A BETTER MAN) and i am kicking him from the united states. I WAS NEVER SOLICITING YOU BAD JEWISH PRICK, ASK DEJAN KOVACEVIC AND HIS JACK AND JILL ICE CREAM SELLING GIRLFRIEND FROM TEL AVIV AND OR WHOMEVER MISIDENTIFIED THEMSELVES AS BEING ME. ASK THOSE WHO PAID WHORE FOR CELEBRATING NENO'S (I ONLY HEARD OF THIS BOSNIAN GUY) BIRTHDAY AND PERHAPS IDENTIFIED THEMSELVES AS BEING ME WHEN THEY MADE THAT CALL. YOU UGLY PRICK. NOW IT IS TOO LATE. YOU RUINED MY FAMILY. it is simply unbeliavable what is happening to me, i am not a monk, i am not stupid like all these stupid that get what i don't - the girls. hey (as to a horse) i want to be stupid too. ninety degrees. being a smart ass i used to date an american greek transexual without even noticing it - i have not had a clue - until my serbian friends, aforementioned dejan, turned my attention. the only time i got lucky, jewish stupid ass judge - honeyman - shows up, whilst the other guy who would have had more understanding was alas transfered to california, and then this fucking guy, this heinie-shit, farts and ruins my life. that's it, he just farted and it was my ass. he slushed my future showing no remorse as if i was not an all american dog. i had asked earlier what was my point - i do not know what my problem is, let alone the point. comes to think of it, perhaps it was the magic that cia casted upon me. i get the picture of a lion chasing for the kill, and the prey stops, the lion stops, the prey comes forth to the lion and he just does not know what to do with his hands. america has killed the lion in me, it killed my instincts. they poured something into the prison water, in the drinks. if someone smoking red hot serves herself on the table, i would not know what to do. even though i wasn't ever really a lion, it is cool to dream about being one and it happening soon, altho safest is the shortest way around. but they gave me the life of slow death, prison that stretches a bit into the open city, a bit of space surrounded by urban monkeys, they washed the dirt off their hands and that is about it and if it was not just enough i am splitting with my confidence, there are numerous those aggressive as well as downright dangerous in their aggression that are just told they are supposed to harrass me any way possible, or at least they do so, not understanding anything about me or my situation as it happened today on kalenic market when the gypsy guy hit me in the back and continued goose walking showing off muscles and everything. it was very nasty. then i realized man, this has gone out of hand, completely. they are not only trying to jump on the wagon and pick on me to have their photos appear on my blog, these guys have no clue what are they doing other than for the primitive territorial instincts and me being in their bullsights, imagine black rhinos in africa, or damaged crazy bulls in spanish corida rings. true, spaniards do not call me the matador as yet. now i know shortest dogma is the human destiny.

milos, milos, come out to play a game

this fresh scar on the root of my nose is the laser burn. my eyes also hurt (burn) like hell. today, somewhere, somehow someone has got me with the laser beam. fuck you united states, your freedom and liberties likewise.

Imagine if Robert P. Hanssen was released from jail. There won't be a place in America where he would have been bothered in public. I cannot imagine that; for everything is spread out, there is not any concentration of people at one place, not even in NYC, esp. not of those that would be ready to instigate trouble like the soccer hooligans or young post-soc hoodlums. Most people there would not even know who this guy was and they would not follow him around ready to attack at any minute. On the contrary, Serbs want my death and I an't no Serbian R. P. Hannsen. what america has done to me reminds me of the plot in Walter Hill's movie Warriors... In order to come from one part of Belgrade to another I need to pass through several enemy territories and I have not met many people that wish me well around here as a number of especially young hooligans (esp. in groups) is eager to attack me. that's the most obvious thing, but what are they doing that i cannot see is probably the scariest part. in the end those who truly killed the 'great' leader are calling out milos, milos, come out to play a game. everything is surreally real, even the man-made noise which they make by rattling their keys instead of rattling empty bottles of milk. the only difference is: instead of happening only once like in the movie, to me it is happening every day. I think it is the lowliest dirty game USA has ever played on someone as they must be all smiles right now of how well they were able to set these cavemen onto someone like me who did not deserve to undergo such a horrible terror in the first place. I would like to know one reason behind why all these hordes of Serbian maniacs are after me, young and old, what are they trying to achieve, why would they like to get me, why are they pointing lasers at me, why would they like to swish my ass when I do not know any single one of them and how come they all know me. I know there are many more people, if not all, who really deserve the public scrutiny and lynching. Why was I the only one at this rolecall whereby I ended up as the only one that cannot walk freely in this city but have to have a bunch of loonies following me around, freaking out when they see me and doing things that are suitable for some terror-concentration camp rather than to the civilized city like Belgrade. I am not even talking about consequences and that is the development of personal hatred and animosity toward me in each one Serbian being. For these self made "vigilantes" I am the easiest target as they are born cowards like Jack Ruby, and they think they can get me on their own either to become heroes in the eyes of the nation, or just because they are mean and stupid and evil, or as the consequence of some larger public or private conspiracy, I do not know. I just know I am innocent of something they hate me for. I can prove that. I also know that my life has been in apparent danger for almost nine years from the moment the United States introduced me here.

Concerning Goran Hadzic, war fugitive wanted by USA and covered by Serbian network of confederates, this guy was able to remarry in hiding and even father a child. Just read the post below to see what is going on with me, the one who is not hiding while apparently "living large" in Serbia. Large - my ass. My life has been a million times less interesting and procreastic than the life of the man, Hadzic, in hiding, the one United States was after for seven years. Fuck you, United States for subjecting me to the lights of unwelcome publicity and for setting the new standards for conspiracy so monstruous Stalin would have been proud of.
Note: One small clue how the system and people are turned against me in this country - if someone would want to investigate - are the doings of www.limundo.com internet auction site (aka serbian eBay). Even though I have all positive feedback there /no negative, or neutral/ they have exercised their discretionary right to close my auction account for good and are not allowing me to open another one under different user name all under entirely nebulous explanations. It was the source of the very limited amount of funds I was able to make there. This to me is pure and conditionalized (by political and military factors) discrimination which also influences further attacks on me across the country. While in other words Goran Hadzic is the perfect example of someone who in hiding was enjoying all the benefits of a perfectly normal life and more, my living represents all things he was supposed to undergo in hiding. Nothing allowed.

Let's be honest, Serbian government recently dug out the dog bones and attributed them to Draza Mihajlovic, WWII guerilla, who was fighting Germans as well as the communists. What a joke. What is really going on, Serbia is governed by those that stem their power directly from the communist post WWII movement. In this country the president is the poser and one has to ask Jovo Kapicic, Joska Broz, Milutin Mrkonjic and other Milosevic;s men for what goes. While in America I was confronted by anticommunists accusing me of being Slobodan Milosevic's spy (they dreamed up a funny dream) and they through their connections benefited to what happened to me there. This is happening wherever I go, I make enemies - unwillingly. I can smell the rat as far as "the Serbian eBay" - limundo.com is concerned in the socialist and communist camp (now well camouflaged with different westernized names) whose influence is the greatest around here even though it is July 22nd 2011. Even if by some miracle - because there are only two centers of power around here - my living quality in Serbia is being limited by democratic forces the shame for this country would be even bigger then, and the consequences are well known.

Some of my alleged sins with limundo that were the basis for banishing my presence at that site were- selling tobacco (instead i was selling empty pouches of pipe tobacco)- posting a funny auction which was posting a postcard with an image of lion holding a mirror with reflection of a cat- posting a link to wikipedia several times for several penalties- malusing limundo system for posting key words in the auction/ key words not allowed- posting an official document (instead i was selling police id card of a deceased person who happens to be an ex-Yugoslav chess champion) and so on...stupidity never ends while even now there is a unbanished limundo user with user name gestapo and noone at limundo has been bothered with that. Limundo, look no further, the first stop if your start looking about the equal opportunity in Serbia. key words: political revengefullness, serbia, totalitarian regimes and atavism ...

In 1999, TIME wrote BRINGING SERBS TO HELL: for as long as i can remember i was always in the crossfire of those wanting to bring serbs to hell and those accusing me of being a traitor and UNpatriot ... perhaps, my problems originate even in elementary school and those that know me can witness that i was always a single target of all bullies (out of 38 kids in the elementary class).

the worm...jew in palestine scandal

July 20th 2011: Neo nazies in Hungary release WWII nazi criminal responsible for slaughtering people in Novi Sad, Serbia. Jewish nazies and Italian fascists in USA have destroyed my family. I feel like a Jew in Palestine, land is mine in the holy books, but I am surrounded by enemies. How could I feel safe anymore? I am roaming throughout my neighborhood examining hatred in the eyes of those that were led to hear something about me...They are asking themselves a great question, how does this man survive, only to conclude: "it has to be something under the table, some cheat is underway..." their thought process is such for their mind is crooked, they would have sold their mothers for 50 bucks. If America wanted to get rid of me, American Embassy in Belgrade should just reanonunce the $50.00 headhunt reward. There would be many of those Serbs getting into the American ass and rubbing their palms, earning fifty bucks along the way. A big time reward. People in the world have no clue how Serbs hate me and when they see my new Crocs they are boiling with hatred I was able to buy a pair. There are two sorts: one that has got much better living than me, and those that "are so poor the snake cannot bite them". True for both types is that their social life is much better than mine as well as sexual life. They are allowed to socialize and live - because that's all there is to it - friendship - either you got friends in Serbia or the life is a prison. I cannot get laid on the top of the fact that I am not allowed to set up a new family. Okay , ol'e Mom , America [through its proxies] was very enthusiastic about not allowing me to set up the new family, but at the same time they scared the shit out of all the girls that could have been with me. When these girls see me, they turn their heads away as from the something unacceptible, and they shit their pants shaking and shivering from the possibility that I may ask them something or anything. they see no security with me, they will feel safer with even the most retarded, resentful, boondock cheap serb. a key to their success may be that serbs like to lie, i am this or that, and after that is too late, i guess for the girls. i have no chances. comes to think of it, even if i had money and cars like jay leno, i doubt the things would have been any different for me. from my point they all look high maintenance although they are going out with some unbelievable jerks to my entire dismay. and i an't picky, i would have sailed off with the first half-decent one. i can only sob: ...america, america, whut did you do to me... serbian girls feel they would be burned like they know i was / i am and it is all american fault. this country is deliberately on the top and behind all of it. no girl, not albanian nor bushmanese, would trade their freedom for getting burned in the eyes of its nation. i always wondered how did the accused killers ira einhorn or charles manson got girls?! i do not even know what my crimes are but to me it is the mission impossible! serbs look at me as if i was a worm. i did not want to fight for milosevic's family, america, and all those that made profit in the war that are now ruling the country from behind the curtains. i've never seen such luxurous living anywhere on the planet. like they all are dealing drugs. let's see, cars, breezing of the refreshing aire of freedom around these beautiful bodies...i am just noticing... (at the end of the day, money talks and america and those it was fighting have put up to destroy me; what else is happening to me) on the other side of the medal, those serbs that do not have money parade themselves in front of me looking down at me like 19th century peacocks as if i was some cheap swindle and they look to me as if they would kill for five dollars. these are the serbs. always wanting to be on the top - following the great leader - whoever that may be. 99.99% of Serbian girls do not care about the intelligence of my type. i do believe i am more intelligent than all these serbian macho sheeyat which i can still beat in the street fight anytime even though i am 0% machismo and done up by the dirty acts of the united states. these toads have nothing on me but the serbian girls go for them. both are loaded with love and sex, for them there is nothing but the love and sex, just a little money. i can only dream like i had used to, before america has done me up; in all honesty, i feel like, as if i was a top jewish american surgeon send to serbia to be back engineered by this cavemen. nothing but. this injustice is killing me. i would slay all those americans that played this untruly low game with me. there is no damage control here; no compromise plan. if americans were to ask themselves something they never will, why do we care about it, i would've replied because you broke it, motherfuckers, to the point of repair impossible. tick, tick, tick, tick... i was sent here to die. psychologically, more than anything. this is the modern day slavery of the worst type and i am the slave of the nbc renee chenault's husband chaka fattah and all those that played this dirty game with me dying a slow death here in serbia. the only thing they are not affectin' now is my ability to serve Lord.

i think i have been off of the track for two long and i may be screaming: as if they are forcing me to write this, i am not no monk and i am not down to an animal fuck not just yet nor ever, i am the human being and my needs are natural, and as if they are forcing me into writing this in or after some unsuccessful experiment they initiated (usa to be precise)... in mycase, you can catch them with dirty hands any minute, because i am living their wrongdoing... i just cannot start up my family, cannot even reach the step one in the process, and when i see all those that do, i get sick in my stomach asking what did i do to them to earn all this; so my goal is to react no matter what, not only because all of my human rights were stepped over but i know full well my life has well ended even though it will never truly begin.

for all those trying to portray me as paranoid in re what i wrote earlier / they are sniping me in the neighborhood

the feud .

it's not that I was lacking adrenaline to wish packs of serbs and americans chasing after me, but I let the interview be published since i could not put up with their terror and consequences of it anymore. then, after the magazine came out i had mixed feelings whether it was the right thing to do. finally, i am not sorry at all, i do not think any serbs have read what i discussed but they intensified their terror and disrespect of me for obviously someone told them to. they were also letting their emotions and feelings flow, they cannot be pressed into it. but do they ever ask themselves whether what they are doing is the right thing to do against anybody?!
who advised them; who else but their leaders; i would say someone from the national security had read it, and that's whence the problems originated even before. don't hear, don't see, don't tell does not work for me, cos the terror is pretty blatant and direct. it starts from those intentionally smiling and spitting at me, even the foreigners do it around here. there was an arab guy who spat at least 10 times while coming at me, but when i spat back at him, he apologized. i should have taken him into a citizen's custody and examine what it all was about.
serbian leaders were all commies, i called them marcons; perhaps not as the freemasons /cannot allude and generalize not because the freemasons will poison and kill me - perhaps they will [i was never the one nor shall i be; i like my ignorance like i like my God-given independence] but for the two persons i know - from that group - are quite okay guys - just because of them/that - even though there is a number that an't okay with me; even then, the goodness of the two dogooders prevails with me more than the wrongness of all others; my decency benchmarks are quite different than with many other people incl. of the freemasons/; in the text as if they were coming from the planet similar to mars. they are not officially commies now, but old habits are there... there are marcons everywhere - in serbia and america, they lead and i am somewhere in their way, still.

poisoning

couldnt speak to my child (that i have not seen for 9 years) this week cos what i think happened someone has broken in into their home and poisoned their food after what i had written here. rushed into hospital and found a virus but the symptoms to me are just poisoning. there are 450 million americans and if only four do not like what i wrote here it is possible, but the problem is - my ex wife and child - they are unsuspecting living their lives as nothing happened to us (and they should) and the break up of my family remains with me as only my problem. they should not be the victims of unwilling association with me. there's noone in serbia who can vouch for me, not even hm the princess elizabeth of serbia (a former princess of yougoslavia); by no means she would be objective. it is the c.y.o.a. policy, well known throughout the us military. but in america you have power clans, nations, associations, individuals, and relatives of those that may feel (and they do) offended by my writings. italians, jews, italian mafia, gary barbera, ed rendell (philadelphia's jewish major), john street (another african american phialdephia's jewish major), charles m honeyman and members from his powerful synanogue [ready to do anything], and finally the entire davis cup team, so i believe this is what happened. i feel as the legit target and i have no intention of returning to united states so i do not care about what i will say and when dealing with america fairness is out of the equation [postulating ameirca an't fair]. i do not think my writings here will change anything and/or prevent anything from happening - it can only give ideas to sick people - but still my only hope is that God will initiate some order as he always does and anihiliate ONLY those that did it with some extras they deserve. i am not thinking here of those i mentioned if they are at all innocent

any kind of association with me is 40000 - 1000000 times more dangerous than any danger experienced by those in witness protection programs because mafia is the only factor after them. i would trade places with mafia targets anytime. i've got so many factors after me i've even never heard of, myself. they all have the agenda. that's why i do not have so many friends around me cos those that do show around are either without fear [almost heroes], [and/or] protected, very stupid or doubledealing - i am not counting the latter in. unfortunately i cannot say if they all excepting the latter join forces john will feel a little better for i will never feel any better following all this. some good people are passing by and by and i cannot touch them, i do not have that power to come up and say hey, listen, i like you, so and so, would you like to be my friend. getting to know someone has become so uncoventional and inconvenient to the point of entire social inocrrectness for i do not have a company of friends anymore whereby i could meet other friends that would come into my life. even those that would have been trusted would not vouch into my favor like the princess. nothing will give me my confidence back, the confidence i need. well. no friends no love. just the poisons america and et cetera.

to that, i would best describe my living comparing it to a prison in the open, where i can walk free surrounded with two hundred thousand correctional officers, now, just imagine which woman would like to be with such a man living in the cage in the open where everyone is allowed to police me /and usually those that feed the situation are the worst of the sort/. it is beyond comprehension. i cannot dream of such a land like america where i would regain my freedom and confidence again. this non-existing wonderland truly does not exist. that said, america would be the real hell for me in comparison to serbia where i just have to put up with 200000 correctional officers on daily basis. BUT no normal life in sight. if i did create this situation as they would like to imply to me, i had to be a genius.

and what about Rachel - my sincere and deep condolences to Corrie family - why did she have to go there instead of coming to me and trying to save me from my desperate stance while standing tall in front of thousands of serbian and american heads. she was the american i would not had had to be afraid of. we would go to cevapcici and just by being near she would have nthed the effect of what she was trying to achieve, kill the fear and stand up for someone in trouble - plus this little rebel would have been alive and well. this happens numerous times, when it is too late i see my mistakes but i also see mistakes of others as they are mislead or misdirected and then i feel sorry for them for they would have saved me and i would have saved them. i cannot do anything, cannot open my own mouth to scream out the steam off loud, let alone act and lead << cit. John 15:22 >>

TELLING IT LIKE IT IS . /take it easy mike money, nobody needs and wants you, but you will come again one day. upsawh./

upsawh. the fact: i don't get by in serbia

the fact #2: there are two groups of peeple that interact with me/following or passing by around on daily basis:

mainly, the grounds for these events are the means of public transportation where there is always a chance for eye to an eye contact, for a touch and more, namely, they are

i. those that are provoking me, and

ii. the onlookers,

iii. i don't have supporters in serbian public transportation. it really sucks to be a friend of mine in serbia.

[they are pushing me around, they are all mooching on my sadness /../]
iv. there are millions of cafes and restaurants in this city but there an't one place where i can sit down and relax knowing there won't be any hooligans/anarchists-turned-waiters or anyone capable of messing up my drinks etc. which also means i an't having too many friends around here that would know some half decent places where one can sit down and relax not thinking about how will he or she die soon thereafter. i am going to have a seat only if it [the event] is important enough and have a glass of water just like today when i had a seat in "love" on the boulevard, had water, but got herpes and strange feeling in the system, heavy kidney dullsome tightness and light frontal abdominal dullsome pains. i an't LITTLE untrusty, there were no flower pots around, i couldn't spill it, had to drink it. i felt hot even though i sort of chosen the place for it looks but when entered waiter started making loud noises and it was too late to back up so i had water in perhaps a dirty glass at least. [God gave me that.] even in macdonald's i cannot be sure my food won't be tampered with. like today i took zorba sandwich at banovo brdo mac and after a few bites into it i found some yellowish silly looking stuff which was supposed to be chicken dressing on beef. it is not yakety-yuck, i wonder more was it something else on purpose as i waited some minutes for a guy to deliver. thus not even in macdonalds i like men food handlers. i like girls better cos they seem like more aptable to this society (and worried about their jobs) which does not have working laws that protect consumers. i mean i was forced to write dirt on serbia, i was picked and chosen. like through the exhaust valve, on this blog i was only mirroring feedbacks experienced throughout my serbian whereabouts. who knows who and why may take it personally and come up to me with intent to hurt me, i would not mind frontal approach but i am sort of worried about the unsuspected attack from behind (thinking about sarajevo assassination) and usually serbs attack in groups, straight up, when i see one serb approaching me i am not afraid and worried a lot even if the attack is without a warning though. most of the time, i am expecting they will kick me and if it is an older, disturbed guy i am worried how would i come clean after defending myself and breaking his jaw for example. older guys can still deliver a blow, but what can i do after that, take it and be cool with it, or strike back and break him off. i wonder with these looks on the guys when will it happen not will it happen. on several occasions serbian mafia (driving in packs in AUDIs and Cayenne jeeps) or serbian mafia dressed like guys (walking around skadarlija and elsewhere), individually or in packs, were pointing finger pistols at me, spitting, talking targeted shit, agitating with manmade noises and provoking in other unforeseeable ways. i try to stay away from trouble and avoid the conflict but it is getting harder and harder esp. with the younger population looking for a trouble which don't have any restraints and they are acting up on hate, not that i am not likeable but it's the hate buzz running around about me. i am also saying there are no laws in serbia that will prevent someone from tampering drinks or attacking someone. shit happens even in united states, i read some black waiters spat into the white cop's drinks in pittsburgh i remember. thus - even in united states. i know their laws an't solid in application, but at least they exist and someone may act upon them and do something, but after what had happened to me there, with my family i come to think perhaps it is better to have no laws than putting smokes up people's ass. it all started when america gave the green light and said the hunt was on. indeed, money rules here and there. if you got money you smile for you can make the justice works, otherwise, you are a dead meat, collateral, fluff, a walking zombie waiting for departure, whatever. jealousy?>: they wanna put me down crowning me with epithets, now i am the king: get off of me psychos, or respect, if nothing else. i am not flying high i am down to earth, smooching and lying down as low as i can. when i came to cottman ave recruiting center to become a texas ranger i wanted to raise money for my education and promote my adventurous spirit not betray serbia as is the point with those stirring up the unsuspecting serbian folk with baseless claims or worse ...traitor, traitor... trying now too hard to find a way preventing you from kicking me around ugly

"Complaint is valid only if presented along with the receipt."

PRVI

veSna /Where's my money at/ DONOSI SRECU .