Monday, November 20, 2023

november 2023 in serbia ... they so hot for me

there is a proverbial expression in the country of Novak Djokovic … Serbian society doesn't forgive success!!! and, just like Novak on some courts worldwide I am hereby - in Serbia - surrounded by hostile people full of boiling hatred ready to attack not only verbally but physically as well, while trying to feed their little evil inner selves as the following photos show:

I wish i had encountered the skunk 'going for broke' 💩💩💩 while breaking my rear window wiper these days but these cowardly acts are performed out of malignant infirmity so there you thus know the state of the country you are dealing with and some of its people; they take precautions before doing harm... without a doubt, i must have been successful in something i did not even know as i am truly hated in Serbia. that makes me the top regional celebrity, infamous and legendary like the Robin Hood character almost, just without virtues as virtues resonate well with the public. deep down, perhaps they hate that I am still going strong after so many years that the serbian public has been targeting me. twenty at least … what else could it be!!! just like Novak Djokovic, I have been successful in reviving myself well under pressure as if the pressure is food that refuels me. I am not prone to holding on to grudges but I feel that the dearest ones to those that are harassing me without reason will suffer, it is called universal justice. I would have been afraid in their shoes. that has nothing to do with me – all I have to do is go about repairing my vehicle next to the fighting with onset of diseases when they cough out a ton of germs into my direction and around me on purpose while trying to get to me besides doing similar provoking stuff like that. unfortunately, I have thus recently spread viruses to some of my family members and friends because of these evil monsters.

there is a notion that the top of the serbian state is masterminding these attacks as a few days ago serbian PR agency that protects Serbia’s image – whatever it is called; an apparatus probably run by the handful of people – has shown a made-up movie over the online social media platforms wherein the main actor – an A.I. created petty thief – was stealing charity box apparently in the city of Sabac and as the hint meant for public – he looked something like me … the next thing you know - there was more aggression on the streets towards me on the very next day. in other words, there is no way I can win and progress in what I do in Serbia as the enemies are more powerful and stronger, shorter on brains and morals but they own the Serbian state - commanding infinite funding and manpower superiority on every playing field. unleveled is the word that comes to mind. in the past, some friends were asking, instead of complaining, why do not you leave that [post-communist] shithole. in reality, this land belongs to me, I was born and brought up here; plus there is a dimension of belonging to the environment. when I lived in the united states I was never worried that clinton or bush [administration] would have killed me; I was not afraid even though some people pointed out (privately and online) that Clinton hit squads allegedly whacked numerous people, however, somehow I was feeling much at ease there. here in Serbia it is completely different. I cannot explain why but it is the gut feeling. Serbian social atmosphere creates immediate distress, you feel anxiousness and agitation by just being on-site knowing that you are not welcome, while the post-communist society does not offer any chances nor stimuli; they are reserved for the caste-privileged (Hindus, if you'll pardon the pun) Serbian citizens.

from little that I know, Serbia was the United States before the United States, after its liberation from Turks all kinds of people came to live here - Germans, Poles, Czechs, Slovaks, Russians, Jews and Italians, a handful of French and even some Scots and Englishmen, this was the real deal, real melting pot at least throughout the 19th century and early on in the 20th century. not having any better ideas as to why “the things” have been escalating with respect to the relation of serbian public towards me, I fiddled mindly with the notion of some kind of genetic disorder in the minds of some serbian men as well as the bastard genes in them acting as the potential reasons why they cannot accept me for their equal peer, that is the Serbian citizen living in Serbia equal in all rights, but that was way too much thinking up to consume and consider, I could not bear stepping into the fields of the unknown. I believe, idea of democracy is strange to those harassing me, and just like the RATM say in their song, they got to do what they have been told – and that word is apparently: go git him!!!