Wednesday, June 04, 2014

Rise up, beautiful sun, and kill the envious moon.

i am trying to figure what my ancestors were expecting when they moved to Serbia. if they opted for any other country that would had been a much better choice. i mean this country is literally the grave to my most important freedoms and a peace of mind. you probably won’t be able to understand what has been written herewith in this police report in Serbian Cyrillic language - i have censored it to try repelling more serbian nuts from going after me -
but to clarify today my car was brutally attacked a g a i n while properly parked in front of rudarsko geoloski fakultet (Faculty of Mining and Geology) in Belgrade on the corner of Djusina and Dalmatinska streets where i went to visit an antique fair. and like the last time, a couple of weeks ago in new belgrade part of town, i was away for just a short time. it seems to be the only way for serbs to keep me away from prospering – by way of destroying, launching at and lynching my property. cowardly i must add. almost new car was scratched a number of times and dented all over. my car is fully insured and they must not know that, otherwise they would not risk getting caught in their act. too bad the faculty cameras just missed the perpetrators.

Old Serbian saying vouches one cannot rest in peace until he gets even, so now i am pondering on strategy of how to outsmart tens of thousands of serbs that are keeping me in check. at this point, the opportunity to present the truth to the world is making me sane. although i am worried of their next move, because the things are getting worse while their attacks are obviously sponsored by the media, government, opinion makers and public leaders.  

Update: 5TH OF MAY 2014: I NEED HELP 
it may be urgent

earlier they did it here to American Embassy and MacDonald’s, demolished premises entirely. are these entities thus pushing the same kind of serbs onto me creating a buffer zone so they have a scapegoat in me to release a bit of that Serbian anger off of it. that comes to mind.

same thing happened today as yesterday with more scratches to my car as i parked it right in front of café bar and pizzeria oliva, sindjeliceva 47, near kalenic market. in the photo i took immediately thereafter, you can see that i've just moved out and the parking spot right after that VW station wagon is still empty:
you can also see here that i orderly sent sms to obtain a parking e-ticket. was parked just a few feet away from this place so could easily imagine someone from inside did it on purpose...whatever and whoever it was, it proves that i have been hunted from all corners of this fucking city – Belgrade, Serbia. 
all i wanted was to be left alone, now there are damages....

now i need your help just to prove to serbs that i am not alone in this world. of course i am not expecting help from G W bush but i want this damage compensated somehow and/or fight fire with fire (i do not know how will you do it, but neither i know my attackers). i want people from around the world to show serbs that i am not alone in this world in reference to what some of their countrymen have been doing to me. some serbs smell the blood and feel very encouraged right now. just use your imagination what shall you do. the joke is over - smell the smoke from all around. someone with balls needs to tell serbs it is fucked up.

not only that they have been ruining my property but it is obvious that they are preventing me from finding a better half. who knows where I would’ve been if they weren’t obstructing me for years. it starts in the neighborhood – esp. gligorija vozarevica street no. 4 and its closest proximity, i am too scared to scout out the location, these new developments – as i was beaten there mercilessly. i know how bush premises looks like in texas, was there and it is down to earth. this is something else, just scary and unfriendly. everything reeks of conspiracy – black cars, tinted windows, it is something major, you know what, and i've been tackled today by one of these cars, while trying to pass it by on vitanovacka street. they acted as if wanted to put me into a submissive state. i do not know if they are crazy but they are very very dangerous. it too may be related to that neighbor whose name i do not like to mention - voj. Milosevic. he cuts no slack whatsoever, he turned the entire city against me. and who knows who else. it is all hear-say as far i am concerned but real consequences are here. i protected myself in the public transportation and i was easily criminally persecuted, charged and sentenced - will post this serbian kangaroo court verdict here. but when i was beaten to almost death to this day I do not even know who beat me. I am sure that aliens are my friends and that these are no men in black. i shall continue...have got a major headache right now.

update on 7th of june, 2014: the world should know that i cannot even be standing on the street in this country undisturbed. today as i was visiting a family grave at novo groblje cemetery a very loud clangbang from the truck passing by on severni bulevar (northern boulevard) totally damaged my hearing that even now 24 hours later my ear hurts. i was trying to figure out on the net what kind of extreme noise it was as if a 10-ton metal plate fell down from 20 m height onto another 10-ton metal plate. it was terrible. i can swear this was done entirely on purpose by the truck driver, it is nothing to do with jake brakes as they are almost silent in comparison to this type of noise. why do not people like these lose all their family and future instead of me? as far as i was concerned God was not very merciful. what ever happened to the guy that beat me up for nothing - nothing. hearing is priceless, eyesight is priceless. i think the world is somehow allowing serbs to do what they want and i can feel consequences of their bastardy deeds - because i have no guardian angel working overtime in serbia. trauma is huge. i have been so exposed that serbs think it is their privilege and God given right to disturb or harras me any way they want. you saw american president chewing gum on d-day ceremony. no help from there. i cannot put up with the fact that america made me a collateral and that serbia is exploiting my situation for expressing their own anger and pure and lowliest vile and wild impulses. if that is so, and it is most definitely so, i better be dead than an everlasting serbian victim and a punching bag. for this type of harassment to take place they must assume i was an american spy or something in the lines of that. i think everything is a joke until you make a half-decent example of couple of these guys, so either off me or make some example out there like apparently i was made the example of and this entire thing started from there.

update on 8th of june, 2014:

as i approached my car it smelled heavily (reeked!) of horse or donkey shit. i do not consider this to be a prank because i have no idea how the smell got there and whether it was organic or was it something more sinister that smells like it.
also, even though i am an everyday serbian victim i do not consider myself anti-serbian. it is their face some of them are showing to the world through this blog, not mine. to prove this, i bet on novak djokovic in the final of roland garros.

you can also see that my prior bets were also pro novak. i made a mistake of showing this to someone and i cannot help myself but believe that novak was ordered to lose only so i do not win anything.
in layman's terms, what i gave and expected in return was almost as much as the money he would have received for his victory with respect to my standards of living. plus he put me through horrific tenured stress.
somehow whenever i try to pledge my allegiance with the serbian side that turns to a disaster. that was a sad day for me indeed.
what i wrote in the passage herewith was not meant to water down the situation in which i am getting no deserved breaks from my serbian tormentors.  
conspiracy theory – why I believe the roland garros final was rigged! i believe novak intentionally threw it though unwillingly for a puppet master behind the scenes pulling strings ordered so. to ensure monkey or donkey gets off spaniard's back. some time during the match he was obviously yelling: he nails it every time!!! he nails it every time!!! (like hell he will.) and as soon as they had discovered what was my prognosis they were there to take it from vme. he had to lose. i was not so surprised with his opponent's shots, they were quite regular and djokovic was much better player on the court. now, you can say that i am a hard case nut job, but if you read further on what was happening to me in america, you would not be so surprised that i associate my instinctive (a posteriori) thinking with the truth. as some things i am not allowed to have like better future (more money) inclusive of life with my own family (wife, children). 

oh btw, this is the portion of serbian view regarding me in person as written as summed up by the serbian public prosecutor milena maletic:

i better not interpret what is says, just trust me.
i was sentenced even though i had a very famous (internationally famous) witness who witnessed that this piercing wearing public employee – belgrade’s public transportation fare conductor – was swearing my mother and attacked me even though i had shown a correct fare twice and even though he lied that he had been terribly injured. btw, i co-authored this book:

be informed and judge for yourself whether you believe i am making sense or not. imagine and replace my name with any author’s name in your country and see if that would be possible in any other place than serbia where there is no respect for intellectuals who do not shoulder their way through this medieval society which is THE ONLY justified way in Serbia. in comparison to this racism sounds neat.

serbs should know that even their arch enemies austrians and hungarians respected their enemies - serbs. obviously, some serbs behave as i am their mortal enemy (their deeds confirm so), but no respect whatsoever.


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