america rules serbian ass and i an't okay with it

today is the huge christian holiday and i am looking at these postcommunist serbian garbage and their behavior. if ten serbs are okay with me on daily basis then the next three will spoil everything and i will forget about anything good i experienced.
i do not owe serbs anything. in that sense, esp. young serbs behave as i owe them something. for some reason they are full of spite.
the major problem is i get recognized on the streets and these motherfuckers keep evaluating me all the time and taking stance and attitudes against me. i do not know any single one of them neither i know who gives them the right to mind about me. for example, they are getting too close for comfort, assuming menacing looks, spitting, talking shit or staying behind in kicking positions, etc. this is happening on daily basis and it is nothing knew to me. they for sure would not like if i came into their fucking apprtments and start spitting and pissing on their floors et cetera. they are in my life all the time, in my private zones all the time, and i do not like it one bit. one even grabbed my private parts in the bus 39 today. i should have killed that crazy bastard - a basketball player with eyes full of spite, hatred and stupidity but they turned me into a very numb victim. my threshold for reaction has lowered many times.
i am on the lookout all the time but since these fucking city is very crowded i cannot make a good judgment all the time concerning who is going to attack me and who is just posing as an attacker.
serbs think they can behave like the united states of america. i mean america took ghadaffi off power, a legit leader who awarded $3000 scholarships to anyone deserving, while 5 gallons of gas were cheaper than one liter of water. soon lybians will be making their leader out of mud but there won't be no freaking ghadaffi no more. however, i am talking americans! strongest power in the world, they can do whatever they want, kill whomever they like. no questions asked, no responsibility whatsoever. they ruined my family and life as if i were a piece of shit. after 8 years i do not know why and who did it.
it was my mistake i went there in the first place, did not fit into their culture 100% and so i was punished by the wasps in the most brutal way.
but who the fuck are serbs? what world power they represent?!! it is absurd!!! who gives them the right to treat me in similar way!!!!
serbs act as if they were the americans. it is obvious they would like to kick some ass, not selectively. to be honest, in comparison to americans they are the piece of shit like me. american idols for the young serbs i am talking about are gangsta rap stars and black movie (will smith), white and latino trash like scarface, godfather movies and black basketball players, or the serbian nationals. what i am concerned about - since there is a language barrier - what comes through to their minds are bits and pieces of lyrics and messages, simple words like to kill, maim and steal - then, they will not understand why jay-z or tupak are thinking that it is good to kill or steal. they only see al pacino is shooting people, but they do not understand why - they just like the character. on the other hand, i am the character they do not like. it is good that americans kicked me out of their country, we just do not fit together as the individual and the nation. i do not want to be associated with america in any sense whatsoever, same for serbia. the greater percentage of serbs can never fit into the american mainstream but they gave themselves the right to kick me around. i think it is the good servants thing. they assume the master would like them to continue kicking me around and so when someone told them jazzed up stories about me they accepted their roles. it is like turning lights off and on by clapping hands, very cheap tricks from basic electrotechnics 101. but those that do not understand how cheap they are are thinking it is the next big thing.

HE IS UNDER CONTROL

if there was anything i was good at, it was uniting united states and serbia around one thing - me. evil people have not got consicence. how bad would i feel if i was in the place of these serbs and some americans that are provoking me on daily basis. they had been calling me king or the king (???) even before i returned. serbs keep looking at me like i am some kind of world wonder. perhaps i am the inspiration for outcome of some awesome and great energy bringing the spirit of the world into their minds.

thanks be to sweet Mary and i praise Lord Jesus - serbs have extracted me from their national caucus - Amen to that. on the other hand, some americans wanted to make a real life remake of trading places jazzying it up on the go without any reasonable script. they got bored now handing a hot potato over to serbians poised to make the mess of my life completely for their idea of fun is to chase me with lasers and pop my eyes out! which practically means i must avoid places where they sell cheap lasers like kalenic market and flea markets [next to Public Transportation and my neighborhood (power military grade lasers)] where gypsies /and those that give them information or the equipment/ and those that cannot grasp the difference between good and bad, right and wrong huddle up.

in america one man has to be dirty rich to have the privilege of living with a nice attractive woman. for many years spent there i did not see the girl of my dreams except what used to be my former wife. in serbia 80-85% men have that privilege - even those that are not making any money, haven't got any looks or mind. that's the privilege of living in serbia although it does not mean anything to me. i can only thank america for bastardizing my life and ruining my family showing to me the life has to be the rolling adventure and that there is another place that can fully replace new york city in the process. that's belgrade, it is seven times more deadlier /enticing?/ than any city in america and it an't boring like philadelphia. still, i am awaiting for some real-time action - can't provoke mafia to get it on me as yet. mr. djokovic has brought the peace and stability to this city and nothing's really going on. i need some action or i'll die. belgrade - that's where i must dress like a bum if i do not want to be the object of serbian evil eyes. when they see me dressed to kill they cannot take it and these dipsticks spit loads of shit at me, which is occasionally worst than what used to be on sex pistols and sham69 gigs i saw on telly. not the kind of adventure i was looking for. and it is contagious, i must be a walking aids monument by now - who never had had /had had/ /becky pls save me or i'll die here/ any sex by the way. but the serbs - they are breeding by sex. initially i came clean to serbia but then the damned united states opened the can of worms on me and as of that time on i cannot escape the serbian ignorance, evil looks, and jealousy, either way it is an awesome adventure dude - you never know whose gonna run into you and start a fight. you may die any time. in that sense, i am posing and they are the real deal, still if they beat me i hope GOd will punish america for putting me into this lockdown situation which makes me pry to publicize this nut philosophy and see if there is gonna be some action soon. bottom line is i canoot find a girl and even if by some miracle i do i still cannot walk with her ignored / not the kind of serb ignorance i was looking for - they want to be the season in everything and i do not intend to be the center of fucking attention or i will break some nose, kick some ass. pussies. as i was looking towards one attractive serb waiting for the tram, "he is under control" said the ticket controller nodding her head at me while the crew of her buddies laughed it away at the tramway stop. this comment affirmed to me that i am being pushed to the brinks of society where different ends barely meet. consequentially, even those pisspoor layers of soc: the gypsies, the drunks, the hooligans, the ticket controllers are raising their hairy legs to kick me around, to have a piece of me. "to be avoided." that's on mind of many serbs. "the man to beat" that's on the minds of all other serb men as i walk down these streets scared for my well being. i feel what a herd of buffaloes feels while crossing over lion's territory. i am that herd of buffaloes. despite that fact, there are several ways i can get together with a nice, attractive serbian girl (80-85%) or not attractive but available (10-15%):

1. in my dreams;

2. if i save her life, or

3. win a lottery and be with someone that wants to be with my money.

like my neighbor said, that thing an't going to happen and i trust her. even if it would happen i would attract more serbian evil eyes, jealousy and ignorance and it would have been impossible to maintain such a relationship let alone walk down these streets. then i would re-need an american help to undermine my relationship again, to make days for these serbian bums