GEORGE W BUSH AGAINST SERBIAN SKINNY JOEY MERLINOS

Even without too many obstacles 
it would be very difficult to accomplish plain goals. 

Perhaps like my friends said - you never do stuff without a reason, since there is no way forward without redemption – perhaps I should ask America for forgiveness and the big fix /even though they pulled off to break up my family forever together with Vojska Jugoslavije*/ as I had made a mistake of going there /U.S.A./ in the first place /instead of Europe/, it was a case and saga of complete cultural and literal misunderstanding, but what do I owe Serbs who like mad dogs are taking a bite of my flesh and soul everyday. I don’t owe them anything not a piece of me and I do not need their apology ever. I’d describe modern day Serbia as an earthly prison like hell for the free mind.
 *The day of my supposed return February 4 2003 marked the official ending of Vojska Jugoslavije although i managed to prolong my stay for a month which was March 7, when the guy who probably technically allowed it all /signaling with that move that he brought peace and stability to Serbia, like hell he did!/ was targeted by truck to no avail on the highway that connects airport and the city - dr Zoran Djindjic, as his destiny was sealed only five days later. 
Presently, I've been officially twilight zoned, chopped and screwed into una persona-non-grata No.1!!!!!!!
do serbs hate me cos i am so unique - in my past lives i could've only been the american 
(national hero, at that): G.A.Custer, and then Theo van Gogh 
and let's keep a little bit of mystery here...

I was praying to God to let all this about me end in the gentlemen’s fashion, but hell no, with Serbian bastards any reasonable agreement is out of question.

No. 1: For 12 years I have been hoping for a brand new start. For 12 years these obnoxious Serbian cretins have been obstructing my tries to jumpstart fresh again and found a family. This shameful public harassment was heavily intensified by Serbian and U.S. spec-op depts after I was protesting with a banner in front of American Embassy in Belgrade in 2007. I protested because they had been obstructing communication with my family in America. As a result of this public mind impalement, adding to that pressure, there an't one Serb girl with a courage to go out with me, but they look at me like I am a certified maniac. I mind too what they might experience when they are not with me, so I want to spare them from these cruelties nevertheless. I do not want to see any Serbian girl in fear and/or feeling awkward let alone being gang raped by these bastards because of me. Especially not the one who had won my heart. I have deserved a much better refurbished life since I have not done any harm to anyone in my life. 
The point that they cornered me and I cannot be an ordinary badass anymore (re: love-family life) hurts the least. The major  pain comes from the fact that sticking together with Serbians gives them some sort of credibility, the same credibility - a prerequisite of freedom - that USA does not have at this time. All the while I feel they are trying to skin me alive although they squeezed out the living juice of me already! As regards my precarious situation some things are irreversible and some are fully inhibited while the wholehearted obstruction on the Serb and American part concerning my depleted efforts to get back to "normalcy" is taking continuous effect.
In all that, Americans can rightfully laugh their pejorative asses off, "that's the stone (Serbia) you crawled from and back to, it's your people, it's who you are - look how they treat you. Stay there with your friends and brothers - Serbs, the powers that be and the profane Serbs, you are all brothers. Why complain? Right there we see the difference between the lions and larvae maggots. Americans will shield in awe even their criminals, remember the case of an American youth hooligan who slashed over 200 tires in Bangcock." That bullshit - bigger fish eating smaller fish has been same for gazillion years.

TODAY AGAIN (*18^th of April) I was confronted on the tram station by a built-up-muscles Serb hooligan who called his friend “Matsa”. Before they came to the station these two had heartily greeted a known Serbian mob figure who can be seen in “See you in the obituary” movie – Vozdovac gang. At that time, this guy was a small, petty thief. He can be only seen there like the lice, in other words, he was not a major figure (major mobsters were talking, this guy now closer to 50 YOA was not then even allowed time to talk) like the rest who are all dead now. I must note that during 1980-90s when this old school mafia was alive shit like that would not be happening to me. Present guys do not value life. As a matter of fact, any Philly Watts sTreet nigga would eat them for breakfast while they are still alive. So for the power. Serb mobsters do not deserve to be compared with Skinny Joey Merlino as any South Philly American would fuck them many times over before they would know what’s going on. This was only mentioned to get the idea what I am dealing with here Serbia wise. Sknny Joe was for real, and these mofos are for real but only in my life. In Mexico, they would be found elsewhere in the bodybags without heads and bones. They would not be worth mentioning otherwise if they did not have guts to take it at me!!! That’s all they can and that is the point. I wish they come into the nightmare dreams of  George W Bush who was on the watch when crazy things happened to me. Even though I almost feel he was like an older or younger brother to me in our ex-lives. Indirectly, his administration let it happen. And what this Serbian shit was doing? He was walking around me on the station making noise with the set of keys like crazy. All the people knew why he was doing it but they were scared to move. I was not scared to move but was deeply touched. These guys usually spend time somewhere at a gym building up their muscles for the soccer games when they like to engage in fights. Often they are making extra money selling drugs and spending time at the bookies namely “Mozzart” and "Balkan Bet" nearby Vozdovac church - Vojvode Stepe Blvd. Sometimes they can be seen in Vitanovacka street at Caffe Club Mr. Smit (without h). Their age varies, they are approx. 25-30. One of the groups that apparently changed their approach (into acceptable) regarding me is the one with whom a certain “Goozuh” (nickname - thanks being to him) who knows me is associated with. I think they are called United Forces. These two jerkoffs today may be from the "United Forces" as well or completely independent fucks but they also may be Partizan or Red Star thugs who do petty shit crimes like selling small time dope etc. I want it to stop you stupid ass America – since you had started it all while every word I said in this blog counts, I used to rant before, not know. Let 'em RIP (not in Peace but in Pain.) Even though you ruined my family back in 2002 you are still my Big Brother.[family matters] Now go get these worms that crawled out from the can you opened!!! I am growing older every day and don't have much time for bullshiting left in my tank. I say 12 Serbian years is enough.

PS Some people in the Serbian administration right now want to portray as this shit is happening to everyone and they even stage fights – hooligans vs. politicians where nothing really happens and nobody gets hurt not physically nor emotionally. They are all posers unless it is about me – they know noone is protecting me around here – and they are determined to ruin my life and not let me continue living it normally. 

  FOLLOW UP: April 18th 2013

MC DONALD’S CARNAGE AND THE BALLS OF STEEL

In America, this would have been a $2 million indemnity but I am not that type of guy. 

Walking to Mac Donald’s restaurant on Zeleni Venac, Belgrade (Serbia) I was spat on by couple of Serbs because that’s a major traffic hub where many jerk-offs are roaming around esp. the youngsters. It seems impossible to embed any type of moral etiquette into the Serbian mind. To recollect, only after a Serb spat into the face of German cultural attache in 1941 Belgrade was bombed by Hitler.

As I walked in Mac Donald’s and ordered filter coffee and milkshake I noticed promptly that my shake was only half full. “White shirt” girl said 'our milkshake machine is not working properly so we usually add more filling after the initial sip.' I said 'look this is only half full' and as I was taking the half empty tray the guy who was helping her did not close the coffee cup lid properly and hot coffee spilled all over my dick and testicles. You can see it (dark stains) on my boxers - images enclosed. They asked if I was all right and I said yes even though it was burning like hell. What could have I said: I will sue you now bastards! They returned vanilla shake which had a chocolate residue and in pain I complained again to the "white shirt" guy who was “assuring” me the shake was okay!!! I was not so sure and the white shirt lady than exchanged it for ice cream. As I was asking her for some wet napkins to relieve my pain they grabbed the tray with a receipt so I cannot prove that I was in MacDonald’s today – 19^th of April 2013 Zeleni Venac, Belgrade, around I think 19:00-19:20 so I cannot take this matter to court. While I was in WC trying to cool my intimate parts off - they did empty the tray with a receipt on it. If you have any suggestions what I should do, please give me a call. On a lie detector test they cannot lie. See all that hot coffee that did the damage:

 God knows if I will be able to have sex ever again?! And that because of the fucking Mac Donald's

Follow up on April 23r d 2013: As I was driving out wheelbarrow to take trash to the top of the street, a group of male and female teenagers (approx. 10 of them; 12-17 yoa) was gathered in front of the number 7. As I passed I overheard a few of them trying to talk others into hating me on an instance mentioning Novak Djokovic and something that he was (I assume also) doing. When I was returning they lined up in the positions that I immediately realized they were up to no good. They practically closed off the passage in a way that I had to walk next to them. As I passed the crowd I looked sideways not knowing what to expect and one of them had something like a powerful laser light pointed at me. I quickly turned head forward but it blinded me so bad I have a terrible headache and hereby I am confirming another instance of Serbian terror approved and initiated by the United States. I wish this country goes down in every possible way because neither in America things like this were not happening to me. Like I said many times, what prevents many bad Serbs from attacking others is fear; the consequences and a lack of hustling which in my cases do not exist. People here as youngsters are hustled to go at me because they feel they are guaranteed safety or else. Nothing is preventing Serbs from doing whatever bad they can imagine to me. I want the world (not America because it has no conscience) to find out about this nation of pure bastards. I wonder how these motherfuckers can be punished and prevented from genetic anomaly which leads them to do harm to others. This happened over a half an hour ago around 20:10 and I am still visually impaired with some eyeball pain and headache on top of being extremely frustrated, agitated and confused. Please, please try to understand these people are not a joke, they an't Dennis the Menace, they are pure  evil. 
IN ADDITION, SOMEONE IS INCITING THEM TO HATE ME AND IT GOES ALL ACROSS THIS NATION.
PS Several years ago, when Novak Djokovic was ridiculed as a "smoked up pipe" locally and put down by many Serbs and before he became a national hero I bet some people from CNN know that I had favored him over Federer at this blog. I bet B.A. (from CNN) knows it for I wrote about her too at that time. This is to say that any belief in Serbs does not pay off, in the end you can end up dead or with no eyes whatsoever. I swear by God everything stated herewith is true. This situation could only equal to the one whereby someone in Witness Protection Program is publicly exposed by the government (or those whose power equals the power of government) to be unselectively punished by the masses of crazed up imbeciles on the street. NOBODY IS GOING TO RETURN MY EYESIGHT BACK AND I DO NOT OWE THESE MOTHERFUCKERS ANYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

dealing with bastards

iF YOUR INITIALS ARE M.P. AND READING PLEASE DON'T CONSIDER ANYTHING HEREWITH TOO SERIOUSLY CAUSE I AM THE MOST FLEXIBLE MAN ON THE PLANET. JUST LET ME EXPLAIN THOUGH...and then this blog will be deleted for the new beginning.

Life is a game and for those who know how to play it -- it becomes a very interesting game. The key is love. Serbs do not know how to play this game. While some nations like Swiss or Danes play ballet, tennis or chess out of life even the harshest participants – the rugby players of the game of life = Americans know the rules. They learn where to stop, when it is enough even though they kill people and do waterboarding. But Serbs are there to take out opponents utilizing primitive and barbarian methods. They are not sports. I never got a chance for the new family beginning. Serbian society promoted pure hostility shaking down the roots of my networks, prospective friends and associates. In 19th century John Colter got a chance from uncivilized Indians. Serbs and "Montenegrins" think they are macho. For some reason they "all" wanna act macho. And for those macho Serbs Nicholas Almagro is papa. All those that think different could suck his original Latin cajones!!!

I have no words for Serbs. [22-32% I am encountering and protesting everyday; ages vary, all walks of life.] But they have a lot of spit for me, enough hatred to annihilate half of the world’s population. When I see stupid faces of those that are after me – I beg God for mercy. The world has not seen such lowlifes as of yet. Thank you America for eliminating me from whatever goodness I could have done to you. Here in Serbia I have published a book on great Serbian American painter Nicholas Petkovich and have done something positive for the benefit of the entire humanity. But no, these crazy bastards (crazy sounds like a compliment) want to crawl underneath my skin and punish me for something only they know what it is. Basically, the more better I am, more damage I am taking in here. I am clueless, no inkling, you cannot calculate crazy. Just imagine if I had to raise kids here in these hostile environments. First off, your sperm count would be so low to have kids in the first place with testosterone pumping situation occurring twenty times a day while living under constant stressful oppression and in constant fear. 

PS please let dear God know what is going on here. be quick. bring packs. 

dixi et salvavi animam meam  

This blog is the proof that human rights and right to free speech hit the rock bottom in Serbia as I am getting humiliated and harassed by many known and unknown people on the streets and other places such as the antique shows(got names), MAXI markets, public transportation,banks (s/o at Banca Intesa, April 6th, Slavija branch, approx. 11:15AM), etc,  as the result of it. This society does not allow me to continue living on. 

In all seriousness, after all, I am the patriot - champion of the human race.

If anyone peeks closely into my American “case” that preceded my Serbian disaster, he will find out that any roll of toilet paper values more than U.S. constitution. 

Imagine I was seeking help and shelter from United States:  what kind of bastards they could be to break you away from your family and return you to Serbia for Serbian revenge and perpetual harassment. Since I have no intentions of going back to USA (I hereby denounce American citizenship and having anything to do with that ...) America does not concern me anymore. What does is that new Serbian national blindness which they call patriotism. Something that America is too tired of. My critic of Serbian society is topping their hostility since the day 1 and I do not see too many prospects for myself in Serbia. However, I will fight all those here who are banging the drums trying to kick me out of this country making my life miserable day in day out. I will stand my ground in the country that has no “perfect” constitution and try to turn it into a better society at all costs.

so far this blog has been my only weapon.
they don't cut me no slack so why'd they have any?

Serbian police is responsible for letting Serbian scoundrels get away with their harassment. I believe they are even enticed by local police and Serbian government. Hence I do not have a moment of peace. As soon as they see me they turn to a harassment mode and they are proud of it! These are not even masonic battles as I do not believe that such an ungainly as Miki Prostran can become a member of a noble order and a brother. These are battles with local and evil Serbian pigs with inborn brain insanity. Prostran is by far the best man of all scoundrels even though he proclaimed many things he would do to me. This is about eliminating chaff from the Serbian society before the chaff eliminates me. My message to all those who support hooligans, criminals, pigs in Belgrade, Be afraid, be very very afraid. This is from me. It is a cool thing to hate America in Belgrade these days. One of the national leaders and a hero to many who is imprisoned in Hague told the Western World and leaders to “suck his cock” /see on youtube/. What can be expected from the followers? To listen to the word of wise, respect and be humane? I do not like America either. So what sparks these mental midgets' hatred unless pure stupidity and ignorance.

I see no other catch. A bunch of posers formed a hip hop band Beogradski sindikat to promote African American ghetto culture in Serbia and now would be gangsta Serbs are trying to imitate what they are not - walking large with hoods and the works. This is what I am dealing with. Madness. Serbs get everything the wrong way. They are lama stupid in lack of better terms and oh, yeah, lama gets my respect and sympathies. And what's worst, I am their American-approved punching bag to brush up on skillz. Just read my lips and mind my words. I believe I have the allies and I've never been alone.

SPITTING HATRED

Following up on 11^th april 2013: as I was getting off a tram no. 2 near the bridge one guy (approx. age of 23) spat at me with hatred in his eyes looking proud at all passengers as he had done a national heroic deed. I am not accusing novak djokovic but his unbiased supporting of these people after his victiories is directly approving biased hatred and providing them wings. Why novak? He is the only person 95% serbs admire at this time. Next comes putin, but imo only 60-65%. Spitting. Same did one tall palestinian guy who lives in kralja vladimira street and whom I see a lot. He spat at me today. my immediate neighbor is also palestinian whose name is abu musa and he calls my mother a whore. He is backed by belgrade’s muftija (mufti) as they both were looking for donation money throughout arab countries and I cannot do nothing to him while if I said something back both serbs and muslims would be after me. Belgrade is the whorehouse indeed. Many friends said let it go – those who do not know what is really happening to you will call you crazy.. My point is this: how can I enter any object, say a restaurant and expect a decent service from someone who spits at me. I have no idea who these people are, why are they doing it, where they work, to what cause and what they want from me. All I know they come in large numbers, they are mostly male and majorly Serbian. To me this situation is a pure anarchy in deed and once the forces of good prevail in Serbia this blog will disappear. I do not see it happening any time soon. 

April 12^th 2013: As I was waiting for the streetcar on Dusanova street, there was a bunch of young hoodlums on the windows of high school across the street booing, yelling and peptalking to one of their buddies who was walking around on the station. All of a sudden something was smelling funny as I believe he took out a can of something and sprayed around and behind me so I got both heart and lung aches all day today.

April 13^th 2013, postal office downtown, Vuka Karadzica str.: As I was waiting in line surrounded by approx.. 30 plus Serbs – nothing happened! I was waiting and waiting for someone to start making man made noises but again to no avail. It was unbelievable as they all had made a pact. I was thinking, c’mon motherfuckers  here I am, bring it on. There were several coughs - perhaps unintentional -  and that was it. Simply unbelieavable. For this is Serbia and not Switzerland. As soon as I walked out on the street things started changing a bit. So I reckon it is for the surveillance cameras, someone told ‘em what not to. an't shit, useless phony niggas.
April 15th 2013:  UNSUCCESSFUL AMERICAN REPATRIATION

I don’t know if Americans wanted to turn me into a Serbian wipe rag so every single Serbia shit could wipe his dick off of me. I truly feel like the rag. Perhaps America repatriated me under ultimatum: “Leave this guy alone!” and that explains why certain Serbs do everything to confront what America wanted? Every fucking Serbian jerkoff can jerk it on me right now. I feel like an ultimate raped victim.

I am hated by many. Miki Stamenkovic who owns antique store downtown took it on me today (April 15^th) by saying: Wash your hat before you come into my fancy store. It looks like you got it at flea market. To what I replied: Perhaps I did. The retort was: Okay, then keep going there* and stay away from my shop ("Nosorog"; *although I have never been to flea market more than 20 times in my entire life.) Prior to that Stamenkovic low-balled me an offer to buy some of his crap he wanted to get rid of to which I counter offered my but-still-a-fair lowball just to let it go.

I was advised by friends: Milos, Milos, please, don’t write on this guy, he is going to kill you. He is connected to both mob, the government and all the fags in the City. He likes to serve his revenge cold. Don't be flashing your pellet pistol with them.

Well, I do not know what to say. Perhaps it is that time that someone do kills me, because it is what these guys really want. I do not see what good life can bring anymore. It boils down to harassment and more harassment. Furthermore, I do not see my bad and what sparks the tons of hatred on the part of these stupid ass Serbian motherfuckers.