on serbian craziness
in 1999, I went to washington dc to protest against the bombardment of Serbia, nikola nick lonchar the president of American tesla's society was there in the group and he can vouch that I was there too. so, then, I put my American future and the future of my family on the line because of Serbia, and Serbia has been saying thank you in the most and utterly despicable way for the past ten years to me since I came here. what that means? who can approve of their lunatic behavior? perhaps even that protest was the cause of the major problem I had with american authorities when inexplicably my family was destroyed in united states as CIA was video taping the event. i was described as potential terrorist and monitored for six months as such, when everyone knows i would not be able to kill an ant without remorse. i am/was the object of ridicule in the community, how can i be a terrorist? so, what did I do to Serbia to keep punishing me?!!! stress overload finally gave me psoriasis, the uncurable disease and when I say they are crazy for attacking me, crazy here sounds like a compliment. because even the crazy people would not be attacking anyone for no reason whatsoever and forever! no, serbs are not crazy, they are something else. and I still haven’t discovered what are they….
follow up on 13.03.2014: this evening around midnight a jealous serbian secret service agent entered my car without my permission and repeatedly jerked a manual trans stick without pressing the clutch grinding my gears (in round whisking motion as if making egg-nog; there was a loud bang later on in the gear box when i engaged in the gear) while sitting in co-driver's seat, he then turned the cd player on and turned the volume to maximum with metallica's creeping death playing on stereo as if he was trying to blow up my speakers. he then forced himself into an adrenaline rush, jumping up and down on the seat to the beat of music, however, he is over 150 kilos of weight and it did unnerve me as my car is a small car. he also made a suspicious move with his left arm as if he was ripping or reaching for something somewhere underneath the seat, and then i realized he may have inserted the spy bug as when i tried to ask him what he was doing he showed me his empty hand as if he had expected what i was upset about. it is really unnerving when he lets me know about all things i was doing that day, and it is impossible that he had overheard it from somebody. all the time while this show of force was going on, i begged him to step out of my vehicle, but he did not mind, he wanted to unnerve me out of pure jealousy asking intimate questions, how much i paid for it and so on, calling me earlier that day a faggot, homosexual and so on. his coworker on the night shift who waited for him in another vehicle probably sniped me with some powerful laser as my eyes hurt and perhaps he even put something on the frame of the picture i traded with him. were there more of them hidden in park bushes?! so this was a bad judgment call, a bad choice for me to go out at midnight to do business (trade fine art) with serbian secret service agents around their headquarters at karadjordjev park in belgrade. when i touched a frame of that painting, i promptly got instant blisters similar to psoriasis i got recently, so could this be some sort of military grade poison available to serbian secret service? a friend to whom i complained about this event told me that serbian secret service can kill me and come clean as if nothing happened because they killed so many people over the years and nothing has changed up in that department. they are still very powerful, more powerful than the state. as far as me, i would like to know what sort of a deal they have made with american cia as far as i am concerned because i do not feel safe at all, as if i am still alive but it is not to be taken for granted.
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