countrymen from hell

the point of this blog is that i just do not feel safe in serbia. the goal of their secret service and/or some power centers is to maim or kill me. day by day, i am more and more positive about that. thus whatever happens to me i attribute and ascribe to THEM because i do not trust them anything anymore.

there were two places where i was treated as shit in my life: united states and serbia. if they did not like me in united states that is because they are educated to hate foreigners and to be better than the rest of the world. so to them i was a different animal, half-human, not even in the same ballpark. but i cannot understand what they want from me in serbia, it seems they got numerous issues with me and i do not know any of them. all i have got in serbia are enemies, a lot of them. /them, they, the powers that be.../ i get no respect; my life is one nasty serbian hell. i have been here for eleven years now and i have not killed anyone, have not robbed a bank, have not sold any drugs or did any crime and i’ve been feeling like shit among these “fellow citizens”. we are not even on the same level, i do not know what to talk to them and their sense of humor is far different than mine. Look here and judge for yourself if you would like to buddy up with these serb guys:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oalbtNt5f1I
most of the stuff shown here may be acceptible, but it just should give you the idea of the barbaric nature of these people and what lunacy they can be up to if they turn violent, like they often do when coming at me for practically no real or known reason that i know of!!! 
this is also another show how low they get for no apparent reason, and imagine if you are the target of this kind of serbs!
just imagine, i feel not safe now and i need two more lifetimes to catch up with a serbo-american equal opportunity for everyone - for example, my chances of founding a family in serbia as well as america are equal to nil. feeling like shit equals to being regarded as fourth class citizen by "the comrades" who are also ignorant, naive, jealous, sycophantic and fratricidal, just like me alongside them. being low is as contagious as a disease. all of these are not only the consequences of the communist revolution which does not even matter now - i usually stand up for everyone's right like Vvoltaire
being in serbia as i am right now feels as a sentence, a revenge rather that united states dealt upon me and here are these american puppets – serbs, my tormentors who are destroying my life day after day. there are verbal insults the worst of a kind, and there is a hustling going on inciting rage and calling for more physical attacks on me – “hire someone to beat up his ass really bad or pay a junkie to wait up on him and stab him”, that’s the feedback i get. they already ruined my eye sight with high powered laser beams, my retina is shattered for all i see are floaters. i come from pre communist aristocracy which was destroyed by the reds and my kind is in extinct around here. so i was the game in usa, and game here. i wish nothing but the best to both of these places, just get the fuck off me

NOVAK DJOKOVIC - THE SAINT IN THE POOL OF FALLEN ANGELS AND MADNESS

i got no credibility here! 

for the one i love most (M.....), 

she most likely has no clue as yet.

so that she may try to come to me

but to her prospecting dismay 

since i enjoy being around danger 

God probably looked upon and sent me to serbia. 

perhaps, i indeed did not deserve a family life

turn up the volume and just look at these sneaky security guy whose name is radovan (or rade), location banca intesa, cara dusana street 50, belgrade, and catch a glimpse of the man-made noise he was making for several minutes before i realized my mobile phone had a camera, and i was lucky to catch small portion of it; on video it lasts for only couple of seconds but you can get the idea what lasted for two long minutes as i stood in line. he immediately stopped making noise because he knew i caught him redhanded when he saw camera working. this is how serbs are trying to intimidate and annoy me in those places where you are not supposed to hear a needle drop. now, did you ever witness security officer making this unusual crazy noise in some half-decent institutions like reputable bank? i do not think so. i could not either before the entire nation went berserk into attacking mode after me probably inspired by the american CIA. now i hear it all too often and i know it is some form of intimidation. the next thing i know i start asking myself and investigating who stands behind those institutions that employ such a people – black pope?! it's really scary and unusual so crazy things come to mind. serbs remind me of middleastern terrorists utilizing the most unusual inhuman methods for terrorizing victims into mind boggledom.

on the same day – 17^th of december 2013, around 21:16 PM, as i was waiting for the streetcar at one of the busiest stops – karadjordjev park autokomanda-bound direction – another serb – a driver of the streetcar # 14 that works for belgrade’s public transportation company, as he saw me standing and waiting there, he then maneuvered the streetcar in such a fashion (he was probably speeding short distance on purpose and then braking like a madman; or he perhaps released a powerful air brakes to achieve this "effect") that it lifted up a huge pile of dust and brake pads’ asbestos debris (numerous buses are braking there to make a stop) from old fashioned serbian buses that he not only endangered my health but the health of many belgraders waiting there alongside with me. we are surely going to develop something because of him down the line. imo, this is by far worse than what CIA had ever done. even the wicked streetcar guy understood that i was snapping shots - see images - and cowardly sped away as i exited cca. 6 stations thereafter. i immediately felt chest discomfort, tightness and uneasiness in lungs (my condition even followed the day after), sudden and unusual feeling in throat like a sore throat and brutal headache. now you know why those serbs i do not know are even more dangerous for myself and why do i fear their unpredictable actions more than the actions of those i named on the list below! i definitely feel like being on serbian death-row.

these are not isolated incidents, these two are like couple of drops in the big serb ocean of evil and madness. i am so unfortunate to have been born in serbia, imagine, following the years of mindless attacks i had to renounce myself as a serb after all. on the other end of spectrum, some people like film director emir kusturica chose to become serbian instead. perhaps one day if i realize i can gain some benefits from this nation, i will reclaim my serbianship, but until then it is thanks but no thanks!

looking down at serbia, i see novak djokovic on one side and one huge hopeless pool of emptiness on the other so poor in its misery and urge to hate and do some evil to someone like me who was undeservedly beaten by life  and one powerful unjust state - United States of America (what democracy does not allow criticism from its critic's hands on experience?!) - and then there are some faraway lights in the background. it is a cowardly thing. such pervert and perfidious attacks could be performed only by the most miserable cowards of the most cowardly sort. noone is protecting me and they know it - and are still blazing all guns coming at me like crazy. like i am a some must-destroy fortress at iwo jima. you just don't do these things to any man. imo, novak cannot influence this nation to be generally good as he is. it is awfully easy to mirror the goodness. unfortunately, serbs cannot and won’t do that in general. on my part, i see myself as Lord’s boots on the ground, a martyr, and a scapegoat around this what wild west once used to be - a bad-ass rotten place.i am afraid, i am truly afraid, i am really, really afraid so help me God. selah!

WHY DO I HAVE TO DIE? (OR KICKED OUT OF THE GAME IN SERBIAN SLANG)

WHO GIVES THEM THE RIGHT TO JUDGE ME?!

i am being exposed to the harshest hatred from tens of thousands in serbia and some of them feel free and called upon to even take justice in their hands and punish me but refuse to disclose the crime to me they think i have committed. punishing, that is what it seems they are doing.

i do not think anything of croats, i cannot shun or hate any people for no reason, like many of serbians hate me here and now. alas, some croat decided to buy something from me, and i went to post office on 13^th of december 2013 to send him the material. the guy in the line behind me saw my handwriting and where the package was going to and for the time postal clerk was handling the material his looks of hate made me turn over numerous times to check my back. for all that time he was staring me down like he was going to kill and eat me. and not only that, during several minutes as i stood in line in the post office he was breathing down my neck some nasty badass fumes on purpose looking at me like a madman all the time. what was i supposed to, i was in fear?! like most of my life in serbia. just feeling that awful smell did not worth five bucks the croatian guy sent me through a friendly transaction without even knowing my situation here. what was i supposed to do? refuse croat's offer on account of habitat? i can feel rumors of being a croatian spy are going to send my life from a very difficult into an overdrive mode. and i just do not want to come out of home onto serbian streets without a great need though great just an’t good enough. these guys were killing my mind and now they are killng me with their breath and as i am not doing anything about it who knows what they will utilize tomorrow in their irrational and evil hatred.

 
i am the real example 
that concept of patience 
is not the effective way

of handling things. 
in serbia
i got no other option 
but  to play with 
open cards

if any one of them did at least what i did, and that is write and publish a magnificent book about a forgotten serb hero, i would understand their crazy impetus to continue attacking me. nevertheless, they treat me like a worthless dog. i think they are the scum full of shit.
like today 11th of december 2013, military policeman (driver) was staring me in the eyes (hate looks) from white mercedes puch 290  D military lic. plates: P -2591 as i was waiting for streetcar in front of military housing "unity" in vojvode stepe blvd. around 13:00 hrs, as he was waiting for some fat ass serbian military officer. from this same building around 10:25 PM someone was throwing coins and things at me as i was passing by returning home from the maxi store - groceries shopping. 
even though, same sort of thing happened in united states where i brought in magnificent art with my money to enrich the art fundus of that country, somehow i felt better there. i keep thinking of small things. in serbia, if you pray before your meals, for example in macdonald's they will consider you crazy and retarded. even if i make a quick sign of a cross instead of prayer, if they catch a glimpse of me doing it they will relay "the craziness" to other serbs and the attacks of these godless animals  (both leftists and nationalists have proven to be up to their assailing "tasks") will only enhance in their frequency. at best, they will consider me the part of some sect as it is the custom here to denounce anybody that does not act as everybody here uses to, that is if you do not comply with "their" "normalcy". in america, i loved these small things, like the honest, profound and  thankful prayer before meals, which the Quakers made so unique and unforgettable experience. it was a fun, but later on when these same quakers, most likely, acted to destroy my family only the good parts of the life there remained in my memory.
the above i classify as psychological terror and this is something i can handle.
what i cannot handle is physical terror as they want to beat or throw things at me or utilize lasers to cause a physical damage
- for no logical reason i can think of.
like i said, thanks to my physical constitution i was lucky to make out alive only with speech difficulties, occasional pain and psychological damage

many people i know that were not serb in belgrade, like muslims and albanians, changed their names into serbian and were baptized following NATO bombing in 1999, the likes of famous film director emir kusturica. these are the guys that hate me most today. their behavior in addition to serbian behavior towards me in general in addition to today’s attacks (10^th of october 2013), are the cumulative reason that i am hereby rejecting serbianship and i am hereby refusing to continue to be serb or be called serbian anymore!

i have a real problem because i quit signing my artworks in latin alphabet because americans did what they did to my family which was a horrible thing for me. now if i quit using serbian cyrillic i do not know how will i continue signing my artworks in the future, and will i paint at all, because i really have a need to belong to somebody and be happy in order to create. 

serbs were never provoked by me never and i came to conclusion that these are the worst people on the planet because it is impossible for someone truly innocent to bear their terror.

although i am fine with  not being associated with any nation or nationality. i do not want to represent serbia in any way positive or negative, for i simply despise this nation, simply despise now.

the problem is: i have not deserved any of their terror. and they are behaving like i had done the most terrible things to them. for goodness sake, this year i was knocked down without resisting and while i was knocked out the guy kept on beating me to kill me until he ran out of breath. i never intended to deliver a punch neither i did, serbian motherfuckers, cowards, bitches and assholes! police knows his license plates i never heard of them, snakes are protecting each other. if i had deserved to be attacked ferociously on daily basis, i think nothing would happen to those that were on the watch when i was sent here from united states of america, but because what serbs are doing to me (constant provocations) is completely illogical, irrational, unprovoked and undeserved i feel something equally terrible may happen either to them or to my former watch in america – namely guys in united states  administration, etc. i do not want anything to do with what will happen to them, but God knows what’s right and what simply an’t. i am letting the good people of the world know what is it like to live in serbia. still i have no clue what steers them to hate me with such a passion.

namely today i was almost run over by someone in black tinted windows driving audi A3 in king peter’s street in belgrade and for couple of seconds this freak was doing something like this to me (cca. 10 secs) on purpose as i jumped aside quickly. click here  and watch 0:39 - 1:04 : only mafia and state security (the locally protected ones) could do that unless someone is crazy and wants to go to prison too soon. so we now know from where the terror comes.

next around 20:00 PM one serbian self styled macho guy was walking his kid along with male friend in 1300 kaplara str. where i was buying some books and as his kid moved into my legs i of course stood still until the kid untangled himself which was totally not a reason for this serbian bastard to underhandedly hit me with his elbow as he was passing by. you don't do that to a dog (hit him) for no reason as i was on my best behavior unless you are extremely mean. he did not even turn around he kept on walking like a macho man and i was stunned as i realized again that i was nobody in serbia at that moment or at all times.

i do not want to mention more laser attacks on kalenic market, 1300 kaplara str., and in maxi stores (with price scanners, etc), i am hereby only go to mention names of people i am afraid of in serbia.

because i do not know who is steering serbs into hatred i will put all those i am afraid of even if they threatened to kill me at one point or another, i really do not care about their threats now:

this thing has to stop or serbia must find a way to move me away even if it has to be a graveyeard or to leave me alone but i have the right to come out of my home and not live in fear or hiding, and this time i stayed in house for ten days and nothing happened but every time i pile up enough courage to exit home serbs come at me like crazy:
this list is not complete, i assume most of these people are either connected with domestic and foreign mafia or domestic and foreign state security, 
THE LIST OF SERBIAN PEOPLE I KNOW OF WHOSE ACTS OR ACTIONS I AM DEEPLY AFRAID OF FROM A POSTERIORI POST TRAUMA EXPERIENCE:

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List has been removed out of safety reasons and constant danger and provocations by many unknown Serbian citizens.

THE LIST OF SERBIAN PEOPLE I DO NOT KNOW OF WHOSE ACTS OR ACTIONS I AM DEEPLY AFRAID OF IS MUCH MORE LONGER AND EVEN MORE DANGEROUS...
as aleksandar tijanic said before his untimely death: the list of my enemies is who's who in serbia - the most powerful men. in order to survive these enemies i had to be the hunchback of notredame, the real ugly motherfucker, i had to ring and whistle real far and real loud. 
i do not wanna live in something that reminds me of sicily and living in this city belgrade, serbia i feel like living in little sicily where every minute someone will recklessly come at you to deliver the final blow, this reminds me of nothing else, that's real fear and that is how this serbian nation is behaving towards me! and that's what these motherfuckers know and enjoy i. i have no doubts that i am dealing with mafia mindset - i live with enormous amount of fear

my type of lady

somebody provided these! boeing, it is her! cannot believe there is even a claude monet's piece on poster in the background of the upper right pic. if she was my girl i would have forgiven and probably accepted offers to teach art, art philosophy and history even in no. america. perhaps. but, maybe not, not sure as of yet. would do anything for true love just would not go back there though. to be honest, while engaged in fight with entire serbia, i can only utilize these pictures for some appreciation

uhmerica killed my self-confidence; it seems to me as if gals in serbia want to be treated roughly as shit, like slaves, and i simply cannot go there and do that. i am powerless to try restructuring my new family here, got no prior confidence and alas thanks to america got no balls now...alas, so for it and....selah! america made a wimp out of me, and i was so moderate and normal chap, not by serbian standards. in serbia, if you buy a mobile phone protector shield in neon pink you are immediately considered gay, and i am far from that, i am only a functionality freak, i wanna see where my phone is at in dark or in the clutter. i cannot go black or white only not to be considered faggot. it's beyond my grasp. that's why the above is only a dream - she can only be with some serbian faggot ass bitch ass coward pretending to be somebody over my ruined charisma.