Post by spartacus on Mar 31, 2011 0:22:27 GMT -5
I am pleased that support for Nova Hrvatska has been growing since the Revolution started in 2004. However, discrimination and persecution against Nova Hrvatska sympathizers continues. My own personal story of this struggle...
I was discussing my speech to the laborers with my personal secretary and devout Korean Nova Hrvatska supporter Kwak. I then received a call from my good friend Fr. Ivan who yelled:
"Where are u!!" he roared "you were set up for a blind date with the daughter of a US Federal Reserve official! Miss Cassidy has been waiting here for 30 minutes and we must keep her happy so that the movement can get large monetary donations!"
"ARGGGG!! I Forgot! We will be ROIGGHHTT THERE!" I roared. Kwak and I charged out to a Balkan cafe called Xando's when lo and behold! we ran into German bodybuilder GUNTER SCHLERKAMP!
"Hey Gunter! How about you come along with me on my blind date!"
"Ja, dis is possible" he said, in a friendly, gutteral German accent.
We decided to head over to Xando's for a ridiculously large meal. It was an upscale place, and quite busy.
Entering the restaurant, Gunter, Kwak, and I, wearing a tan collared silk shirt, black pants, and jackboots, looked closely at our watches, then found the table where young Cassidy has been waiting.
I lumbered over to her and introduced myself
"Sorry I am late!" I roared.
"Gentlemen, ve must secure zee table by 21:00 hours!" Gunter commanded.
"Say Gunter, let's 'blitzkrieg' that table full of what looks like slavic people over there...and claim it for ourselves!" I suggested.
"Ja, dis is possible!" Gunter said, and the four of us headed over to a table of 6 and shoved them all off their chairs, snarling at each of them. "Look out chump! Incoming ME-109!" I yelled as I pulled a chair out from underneath one of them. As they walked off, complaining, and threatening to call the police, I snarled at them and scared them off!
The manager came over, cleared his throat, and just before he could ask us to leave, Gunter seized him by the tie and pulled him close so he was nose to nose with him.
"Roight, wot we want is some FOOKIN grub, and fookin QUICK, get it?" Gunter snarled, glaring into the man's face with his small, cold black eyes, which make those of a man eating shark look warm and friendly.
Terrified, the man ran away, yelping 'okay, right away...right away.." and the three of us leaned back in our chairs, stretched ourselves out, and basked in the glow of the intimidation we instilled in everyone else at the restaurant!
After eating more food in one sitting than the restaurant usually cooks in a night, we leaned back, and enjoyed a glass of some very potent Chinese hard liquor. Gunter got a tad pissed, and pointed to the next table
"Ja...ve could use some LEBENSRAUM..dis table is not enough room!" he slurred. "Why yes, indeed... those half-breeds over there have no right to it, do they?" I quipped.
"I don't think it would be nice for us to take that table!" little miss Cassidy yelled
"I'm sure they wont mind!" I roared as I took another chug of the Chinese hard liquor.
"Time for BLITZKRIEG!!!" Gunter bellowed, then stood up, staggered over to the next table, flipped it over, and started screaming like a madman "GO ON! GET OUT OF HERE! MAKE ROOM FOR ZEE SUPERMEN!! SCHNELL!!!" as the 3 shocked old ladies at the table fled the restaurant, and a few moments later we could see out the window two police cars pulling up... FOR US! no doubt!
Gunter glared at them, and I decided it was time for Kwak, Cassidy, and I to make our usual escape- and leave Gunter to take responsibility for the trouble we'd caused in the restaurant!
I leaned over to Gunter, grinning, and set the stage for the escape.
"Gunter, old chap, looks like it's time for the 'Schleifflen Plan'!" I said.
"Ja, like in de 1914, vee overvelm dem vit our strategic attack" Gunter slurred.
"Yes, EXACTLY. All right then. Let's say the police officers out there are France- and that kitchen door leading out the back is Belgium- YOU perform the frontal assault on France, while Kwak and I go round Belgium, and OUTFLANK them!" I suggested. Then I turned to Kwak, and informed him, in a low whisper, of our real intentions-
"We're taking off! The police are here because the manager noticed our Nova Hrvatska insignia".
"Da" he snarled.
Rising up out of his chair, Gunter seized the bottle of liquor off the table, chugged it down, reeled back on the balls of his feet, then thundered "GOTT MIT UNS!!" and charged out the front window of the restaurant and right into two police officers, clotheslining them both!
Meanwhile, Kwak and I stormed through the kitchen door as I grabbed Cassidy, through the kitchen, and out the back door, knocking it off its hinges! We leapt in the Rolls Royce and pulled out, slowing down as we drove past a small brawl involving Gunter and 5 or 6 policemen.
I hope Gunter takes it all in stride. I know he will, and count Kwak and I amongst his good friends, even as he sits, battered and bruised, in a holding cell at the police station!
There is no doubt that the cafe did not welcome Nova Hrvatska supporters. The manager obviously tried to launch an arrest where I would be extradited to Yugoslavia for a mock-trial. The date with the daughter of the Federal Reserve official did not go well as she disliked the hard life style Kwak and I endure each day. However, I will find other ways to gain monetary support for Nova Hrvatska.
I was discussing my speech to the laborers with my personal secretary and devout Korean Nova Hrvatska supporter Kwak. I then received a call from my good friend Fr. Ivan who yelled:
"Where are u!!" he roared "you were set up for a blind date with the daughter of a US Federal Reserve official! Miss Cassidy has been waiting here for 30 minutes and we must keep her happy so that the movement can get large monetary donations!"
"ARGGGG!! I Forgot! We will be ROIGGHHTT THERE!" I roared. Kwak and I charged out to a Balkan cafe called Xando's when lo and behold! we ran into German bodybuilder GUNTER SCHLERKAMP!
"Hey Gunter! How about you come along with me on my blind date!"
"Ja, dis is possible" he said, in a friendly, gutteral German accent.
We decided to head over to Xando's for a ridiculously large meal. It was an upscale place, and quite busy.
Entering the restaurant, Gunter, Kwak, and I, wearing a tan collared silk shirt, black pants, and jackboots, looked closely at our watches, then found the table where young Cassidy has been waiting.
I lumbered over to her and introduced myself
"Sorry I am late!" I roared.
"Gentlemen, ve must secure zee table by 21:00 hours!" Gunter commanded.
"Say Gunter, let's 'blitzkrieg' that table full of what looks like slavic people over there...and claim it for ourselves!" I suggested.
"Ja, dis is possible!" Gunter said, and the four of us headed over to a table of 6 and shoved them all off their chairs, snarling at each of them. "Look out chump! Incoming ME-109!" I yelled as I pulled a chair out from underneath one of them. As they walked off, complaining, and threatening to call the police, I snarled at them and scared them off!
The manager came over, cleared his throat, and just before he could ask us to leave, Gunter seized him by the tie and pulled him close so he was nose to nose with him.
"Roight, wot we want is some FOOKIN grub, and fookin QUICK, get it?" Gunter snarled, glaring into the man's face with his small, cold black eyes, which make those of a man eating shark look warm and friendly.
Terrified, the man ran away, yelping 'okay, right away...right away.." and the three of us leaned back in our chairs, stretched ourselves out, and basked in the glow of the intimidation we instilled in everyone else at the restaurant!
After eating more food in one sitting than the restaurant usually cooks in a night, we leaned back, and enjoyed a glass of some very potent Chinese hard liquor. Gunter got a tad pissed, and pointed to the next table
"Ja...ve could use some LEBENSRAUM..dis table is not enough room!" he slurred. "Why yes, indeed... those half-breeds over there have no right to it, do they?" I quipped.
"I don't think it would be nice for us to take that table!" little miss Cassidy yelled
"I'm sure they wont mind!" I roared as I took another chug of the Chinese hard liquor.
"Time for BLITZKRIEG!!!" Gunter bellowed, then stood up, staggered over to the next table, flipped it over, and started screaming like a madman "GO ON! GET OUT OF HERE! MAKE ROOM FOR ZEE SUPERMEN!! SCHNELL!!!" as the 3 shocked old ladies at the table fled the restaurant, and a few moments later we could see out the window two police cars pulling up... FOR US! no doubt!
Gunter glared at them, and I decided it was time for Kwak, Cassidy, and I to make our usual escape- and leave Gunter to take responsibility for the trouble we'd caused in the restaurant!
I leaned over to Gunter, grinning, and set the stage for the escape.
"Gunter, old chap, looks like it's time for the 'Schleifflen Plan'!" I said.
"Ja, like in de 1914, vee overvelm dem vit our strategic attack" Gunter slurred.
"Yes, EXACTLY. All right then. Let's say the police officers out there are France- and that kitchen door leading out the back is Belgium- YOU perform the frontal assault on France, while Kwak and I go round Belgium, and OUTFLANK them!" I suggested. Then I turned to Kwak, and informed him, in a low whisper, of our real intentions-
"We're taking off! The police are here because the manager noticed our Nova Hrvatska insignia".
"Da" he snarled.
Rising up out of his chair, Gunter seized the bottle of liquor off the table, chugged it down, reeled back on the balls of his feet, then thundered "GOTT MIT UNS!!" and charged out the front window of the restaurant and right into two police officers, clotheslining them both!
Meanwhile, Kwak and I stormed through the kitchen door as I grabbed Cassidy, through the kitchen, and out the back door, knocking it off its hinges! We leapt in the Rolls Royce and pulled out, slowing down as we drove past a small brawl involving Gunter and 5 or 6 policemen.
I hope Gunter takes it all in stride. I know he will, and count Kwak and I amongst his good friends, even as he sits, battered and bruised, in a holding cell at the police station!
There is no doubt that the cafe did not welcome Nova Hrvatska supporters. The manager obviously tried to launch an arrest where I would be extradited to Yugoslavia for a mock-trial. The date with the daughter of the Federal Reserve official did not go well as she disliked the hard life style Kwak and I endure each day. However, I will find other ways to gain monetary support for Nova Hrvatska.