murderous serbian myths

serbs truly thrive on myths. the deep-seeded one is that serbs are the oldest nation around. personally, when i take a simple walk in serbia it might be a setup for a joke or a bloodbath as I feel as if encountering not the oldest and smartest nation in the history of mankind but a lynching rabble. on every hundred of people I come across there is at least a dozen of psychopaths trying to engage me - like walking bombs ready to go off. in the broader sense, serbian problem is that some of those that propagate those myths lead the nation. they need the victims. they require human blood in order to thrive and politically survive. and when you cannot drink American soldier’s blood you got to find your readily available substitutes – domestic enemies and traitors. Gustav Le Bon had a theory that antipathy almost as soon as it is aroused is transformed into furious hatred and this is what motivates serbs.

and that is what relates me to this? but how? i do not know how the serbs chose me but surely, there an’t one country in this entire world that has an existing target person – the one that unwillingly serves as the bizarre national and public target – so everyone, the incentive inclusive to millions - is encouraged to go overboard, provoke and attack the target on the street in one humiliating ritual. that is surely the case apart from serbia and me as its dummy; the target or the serbian whore as the serbs enjoy to also view me. half an hour ago, as I was walking back home with my English bull-terrier after a walk in the park there was a group of construction workers working at the building site on the corner of prilucka and jove ilica streets. there was at least 12 of them (spread out into two groups, the latter one was taking a break nearby) there and this was half an hour ago so I remember well. as we were approaching they were waiting prepared and as we came very close they started making ear piercing noises by throwing metal poles forcefully into the van so much so that my bull-terrier got very upset and agitated; poor guy kept turning back looking at me as if asking ‘what the hell goes on’ – and the serbian guys were laughing. serbian idea of fun is a group thing - act primitive and wild and make someone very unhappy. a far cry from the stature of the oldest and smartest nation around.