game-changing driving force is what I need ... [and at a quick walk]

well, i am here to tell you brother  -- I am not sure if I am disappointed in the human race in general, or in my countrymen but I am definitely disappointed. therefore, the movement is slow. should have named this sucker [my blog] – no-tell-country against my bucket list. can you even imagine if every third American wanted Richard Marcinko to clock out openly by showing hatred for him in public? no, you cannot. well, in my mind I am not different than any other man, the Rogue Warrior being included. so what sparks my no good fellow countrymen [a hefty number of strays] to take on the role of the controlling influence in life through exercising fallacious dominance by torturing me, favoring primarily psychological torture while occasionally inflicting a physical harm ??? as if these so-called humans were the self-proclaimed casting directors of who’s not gonna go out in glory in their hellish Serbian-tribal-warrior-culture culturally tunneled para-script; or, are these stalkers and harassers just minions of serbian deep state which had put me on a list ?? that said, i am not exactly sitting, pryin' out bullets of my legs but they did a lot of harm busting my balls; i am saying, i am not one of those types that can withstand anything you throw at them and whatever the case may be, this mucky serbian death grip cannot be shaken off with ease. by a tragic comparison, I reckon I have shown enough prudence that in some half-decent country I could have made a name of some kind. not in the no-good no-tell-country though. not in there. 

I must assume; not, I rather feel that Belgrade has become a spiritual place due to what has been going on to me in the recent past. that has been the pure tragedy enveloped into some mystery as well. all of the people that somehow were involved with my tragic coming to Serbia died mysteriously soon after I was escorted here, inclusive of this country’s president, my lawyer and all the law officials that were arresting me or something else terrible happened in their lives (i was stupefied when i looked into it); I assume because they did something they should not have done running counter to best interest of the Lord or country (the United States being the chosen one; in comparison to the minimal significance of me or my family), and, of course, I had no influence over that which reminds me of those who disturbed the mummies in Egypt. i can certainly pray for all the good-natured people out there. i wish i had enough peace and power to pray the Hail Mary as well so that she can pray to Lord for those who need to correct their mistakes. that cannot be done. i am positive they need to correct themselves if given a chance. how-very-ever, when push comes to shove - brother, in reality they will all sell themselves short because these are some bad mother-shut-your-mouths; brother, i tell ya, one can see thru! late at night I open up windows and listen to echoes and voices coming from darkness. especially then, rumbling of the airplane landing in the background reminds me of the noise on that june day of 1876 when Indians were spinning around the remaining troopers on the crest of that hill nearby the LBH. Belgrade is a karmic place, because karma plays out here on so many levels. it must have been a very bad place in the past, with too many wrongs that were done. it still is. alas, many modern day serbs lack empathy and thus do not resemble much the Plains Indians who had some for some (e.g., not disfiguring Cpt. Myles Keogh's dead body out of respect for Agnus Dei medal he wore.) having said that, when I am in public I screen faces searching for those that could have been engaged at little big horn on both sides; I am therefore judging the way they look, talk, walk, and whether they could have been the members of companies under my direct command. I am looking for those viable ones and those honest to goodness honest. latterly, I had thoughts on who Mitch Bouyer’s reincarnate may've been around here nowadays, and that is some guy who frequently comes here from America going by the name of Charlie.  yeah, it is true, we are all here out on rotation. and another thing, Gen. G. Autie C. has been alive !