things to do for today
:
forget sebian laguage
forget serbianm
lagnauge
forget serbia linguare
not all serbs but those that
behave like the ruling radical croatian majority, project the image of serbian enemy
number one on me. I simply do not feel safe in this country. I’d rather live in croatia
that is ruled by liberal croats which are not so radical. Dalmatia rules in
that regard! serbia devours my ass and rapes my mind, they are about as
aggressive as fuck. i want to get away from this place ... to some place nice
... period ... the new local trend is to impel the youth to take chances and harass
me with impunity and extreme prejudice, thus the serbian youth is coming at me but I do not
know how they motivate them – perhaps by painting me as traitor altho I never
knew any serbian secrets or by simply saying he is a CIA project or the CIA manager
for the region - go get him! these civilians and young guns do not questions the morality, the
right or wrong of harassing me but they just do it for fun and the country. Serbia I need my testosterone
back. And Lord, I need my pocket army, Chuck Norris and Ventura types. I have
been so victimized that there was not a person in the history of this world with
that long history of torment and bullying - over 22 years, so much so that i became
the household name aka the slave of the serbian nation. the masterminds behind all this are probably saying, he is a national
menace, anyone not threatening him Will and should be hunted down by the Serbian
public instead [of Him]. the ruling party forever! in this country, if you did a
thousand good things and allegedly one small bad thing, my countrymen will find
you another thousand bad things just to fit them well to go along with your created image. post communist serbian
society does not recognize self-made successful people, it must down play them
into thieves and conmen, while only those approved by the post-communist kiss
and kin, state and its heritage will count and be allowed to move on with many
breaks given. i have nothing left to do but mimicking life - they 've been
stepping all over my dead body, my corpse for so long ...
to show their true colors, this year
in serbia these ustasha doctors [perhaps the offspring of WWII ustasha boyovniks
with altered names which were admitted into partisans as their bloody business runs in the genes] baked me in CT
scanner without reason [Jasenovac-style] for over 5 minutes when I visited belgrade’s ER after
fall; x ray techs could have been instructed by the regime’s agents overseeing ER
at all times, and when I complained to doctors about staying so long in the
scanner their answer was - and I have it recorded - you are over 40 years old
and you have lived long enough. ever since then my skin has been itching on the back
on daily basis and peeling on the nose while I have been feeling broken down powerless
and unmotivated. as if the serbian state put a jinx on me. as if the serbian
secret military group 69 that puts out jinxes on foreign statesmen has put out a jinx on
me likewise.
next big bad thing I know, out of
numerous petty ones, at renault and mercedes car dealership in Serbia where I bought
my vehicle which is still under warranty, the serviceman stank the interior to
high heavens with some horrid resin smell coming out from the vents at all times and dumped used
brake parts full of semi asbestos particles into my trunk. now even after
several months I feel that terrible smell and particles are still flying into air all
over the interior coming off upholstery, you cannot clean that. I wanted them
to deodorize my AC but the stench is offensively unbelievable and was definitely done on
purpose to either have me crashed somewhere for the concentration of terrible terrible
smell during the first few months was so high that I had constant headaches
from the stuff they initially used. I drive Renault but the same thing would
happen if I drove Mercedes benz. in that dealership the same servicemen service
both brands and in other geographically closer official dealerships I was also dissatisfied with
the service that I thought driving two hours to the one where I, initially and actually,
bought vehicle would give me worry-free homecourt advantage service. not on my
nelly! I would never buy Renault or Mercedes again for I know for a fact that I
cannot service these vehicle brands hustle free in Serbia, period. to change
oil I would probably have to go to hungary or romania which is a long ride away.
talking about my normal life here and constitutional rights that are existing on paper
only, not in the minds of some countrymen. I also have new holes in my tires where
someone tried to make them unsafe to the point of blowing while driving at speed.
please see images enclosed.
as the result of this animosity -
I have been trying to forget serbian language, unfortunately to no avail.
the only good thing that happened
to me this year was in the summer time when I was mowing grass in the yard. the
heat was immense and there was a wind blowing around us (lawnmower and myself) raising
dust and for half an hour I thought I was at the greasy grass [little big horn] on June 25th
1875. it was awesome experience that let me mentally and physically escape the serbian reality for a brief
while. I could imagine myself back there on the field and due to the choice of
fancy weapons - having the same penchant for - I sort of knew who I was on the battlefield. now I feel all the Indians
I fought were those figures I met in real life nowadays both in the USA and Serbia,
my life is being sort of doomed like after a high powered level curse. I feel discredited as Novak Djokovic
who lost at the flushing meadows [NYC] this year and I was full of myself. I bet Nole Djokovic was too cos I trusted him and made a bet.
sometimes things go unplanned – this was the case with the number of events in my
lifetime.
