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Post by spartacus on Jul 16, 2010 18:11:50 GMT -5
Those who claim to be the most "Anti-Fascist" are the biggest Fascists in today's society.
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Post by spartacus on Jul 15, 2010 10:58:16 GMT -5
A nation that gives up its sovereignty for international prestige deserves neither.
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Post by spartacus on Jul 15, 2010 10:48:36 GMT -5
The next war will be between lovers of liberty and secular-progressives.
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Post by spartacus on Jan 30, 2010 15:51:44 GMT -5
I think Croatia should first change the Constitution because it gives too much power to the government.
"national rights in accordance with the democratic norms of the United Nations Organization and the countries of the free world. Respecting the will of the Croatian nation and all citizens, resolutely expressed in the free elections, the Republic of Croatia is hereby founded and shall develop as a sovereign and democratic state in which equality, freedoms and human rights are guaranteed and ensured, and their economic and cultural progress and social welfare promoted."
So Croatia must adopt UN laws and live according with democratic norms of other countries? The other democratic countries currently violate the rights to free speech. This means first that Croatia is not a sovereign nation because it allows itself to be subjugated by the laws of a foreign body and secondly that it will not allow people to exercise their rights to free speech and free protest.
Social Welfare? The government is to be the sole provider with the power to take away from one group of people and give it to another. The government has the power to do whatever it wants under this clause and claim it is for social welfare. It violates property rights.
In regards to the role of the Croatian Supreme Court it has the power to
to supervise and ban political parties
Again, if the supreme court can decide which political parties have the right to exist we open the door for Despotism.
The President of the Republic, at the proposal of the Government and with the counter-signature of the Prime Minister, after consultations with the representatives of the clubs of parliamentary parties, may dissolve the Croatian Parliament if, at the proposal of the Government, the Parliament has passed a vote of no confidence to the Government,
Giving the president the power to dissolve Parliament is something we should think about when looking back at history. I think the counties in Croatia should be given more autonomy and the central government should be decentralized.
To begin, I think the Croatian Constitution should adopt the US Bill of Rights which provides the people with the freedom that no party or administration, nor a mob tyranny, can take away.
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Post by spartacus on Jan 30, 2010 11:39:51 GMT -5
A Republic is a nation run by laws. The moment politicians deem themselves immune to the law, a nation is no longer a republic. You elect the same people in office and expect change, then you become upset when change doesn't come. It is a cycle that goes on and on.
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Post by spartacus on Jan 29, 2010 12:09:22 GMT -5
Croatian's only know how to elect Communist leaders into office.
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Post by spartacus on Sept 27, 2009 19:05:07 GMT -5
How about their Druze Tito Mi Se Kunemo chants to begin with?
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Post by spartacus on Aug 19, 2009 21:07:52 GMT -5
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Post by spartacus on Aug 19, 2009 9:07:43 GMT -5
Terrible news.
The Shadow is, as I type this, lying in a hospital bed in downtown Chicago suffering from injuries done by me.
But you might say she had it coming
The following is a true story.
It all started a few weeks ago. Accompanied by the family chauffeur,Jimmy, I was attending church at the UIC Catholic chapel on campus and afterward I had a word with the priest, Father O'Callahan, a young Irishman just out of the seminary.
As we sat in one of the back rooms discussing theological issues, he mentioned that the church, St. John's Catholic Chapel, was commissioning a local sculptor to fashion a new, life-sized crucifix to hang prominently above the alter.
"Father, it's about time the image of Christ was hung accurately! We need to hang the crucifix in the campus gym!" I roared.
Father O'Callahan was intrigued, and begged me to explain.
"Very simple" I remarked, "You see... Jesus expelled the money lenders from the temple in Jerusalem.....I mean tossed them right out the door... He tossed them and their massive tables, which, I assure you from my studies in archaeology, weighed a good 350 pounds each. These were moneylenders' tables, with legs as thick as mine and great marble tops!" I explained.
Father O'Callahan was fascinated at my knowledge on the subject, and sat, mouth open in wonder, as I continued.
"Now...can't you see what a feat of STRENGTH that must have been?" I started screaming
"Yes.....OUR LORD CHRIST must have been FREAKIN STRONG!!" I thundered, and Jimmy offered his support with a snarl of "FOOKING ROIGHT!!" in his heavy Cockney accent.
Father O'Callahan was MESMERIZED by my revelations, and ran to the phone to instruct the sculptor to halt his work while new plans of where to put the new Crucifix would be drawn up by Jimmy and I.
Work began round the clock, and within two weeks, the masterpiece was completed!
All that was left to do was to place the Crucifix in the UIC Gym right above the power racks and then go through the unveiling ceremony. Earlier, I had sent letters to the Fitness manager explaining our project. One afternoon, father O'Callahan showed me a letter from a lawyer. It ordered that work on the Crucifix was to halt immediately. I sent a reply letter explaining it was too late, and to come for the unveiling ceremony!!
This Tuesday past was the big day. A crowd of hard-core bodybuilders from the campus were on hand to see the huge Crucifix. Word had spread around the gym. Everyone was there, even Rupert, a young, wheelchair bound lad who suffered from caffeine addiction or something along those lines. He was difficult to understand, but I had made sure he came as I wanted him to see the unveiling.
Just then, the UIC Gym manager (a short Hitler feminist bitch) marched into the weight room and as the crowd applauded, the sheet covering the hanging crucifix was pulled off- there hung the image of Christ!
"Hooray!" I cried.
The bodybuilders cheered "HOOORAH!!"
The short Hitler bitch walked to the front of the room, grabbed the microphone and turned to face us.
"Look...there is no way I'm letting this Crucifix in this gym! This is ridiculous! Religion is banned while i'm in charge! It's a disgrace to all women having this symbol of a religion that puts dominant men in charge!" she angrily yelled. "And if that thing isn't removed, I'll see that this diocese is forced to close down by law!"
With that she and the lawyer who accompanied her marched off, walked down the two long flights of steps to the first floor, and stopped at the bottom to speak with each other.
The crowd was silent. All eyes stared ahead, empty, hurt, crushed, the training zeal gone. The short Hitler bitch had really put us in our place. Or so she thought!
"getttt...nnnneefftee....grrrnnn" the wheelchair bound Rupert grunted.
"What's that, Rupert?...you want to kick her ass?" I asked.
"Er...no..I think he wants his caffeine medication" a pencil neck geek interjected.
"SILENCE!" I screamed so loud that it wasn't heard since Samson tore down the pillars of the philistines at the temple of dagon. I gave him an open hand smack across the head which sent him flying into the crowd around him, like a punk rocker leaping off the stage into the mass of his fellow concert going degenerates.
"By GOD, Rupert, let's let short Hitler bitch have it...AAARRRGGGH!!". Screaming, I grabbed hold of the handles of his wheelchair, turned it to face the flight of stairs, and charged out. At the top of the steps I let go, and Rupert went flying through the air in his wheelchair. Guided by the hand of GOD, Rupert sailed through the air and crashed right into short Hitler bitch as she stood at the bottom of the steps talking to her lawyer!
She was broadsided, and the wheelchair disintegrated into pieces Rupert and short Hitler bitch went flying into the street, where they lay motionless, no doubt unconscious!!
Then a Guinness delivery truck ran over the both of them!!
I turned and walked back to the UIC chapel, laughing.
I mean, bros, why did short Hitler bitch have to be such a party pooper? why wouldn't she let us hang the Crucifix for the cause of the Almighty?!!
Condolences can be forwarded to Bilbo Baggins (Tolkien hails from these parts) Memorial Hospital, Chicago 12234.
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Post by spartacus on Aug 15, 2009 8:38:34 GMT -5
Brothers,
I have read that 'anger management' is nonsense. Well, let me say, after Saturday's events, I KNOW anger is real, and it frightens me!
Here is how it all happened
Saturday night began as always. I got home from work, ate stacks of pancakes, several packs of bacon, 2 dozen eggs, and a 5-scoop shake of Joe Weider's 'Mega Mass', then donned one of my 1500 dollar Italian suits, and headed off for Saturday evening mass at the local Irish Cathedral.
My driver/security adviser/training partner Jimmy, drove me to the 500 year old Cathedral I attend every Saturday night, and we both walked in and sat down most humbly and reverently.
As the mass commenced, I heard a voice behind me whispering, and some giggling, and I simply EXPLODED in rage. I spun around, and screamed
"Would you mind being silent, this is a HOUSE OF GOD, YOU TRAMP!!!!!" in the face of the teenage girl who was the cause of this disturbance.
The congregation was silent, even the priest, Father O'Callahan, stopped saying mass for a moment.
The man in front of me turned around and gave me an insulting look, as if I had somehow done something wrong here!
I sat shaking in rage at this pencil neck, and when that part of the mass came in which members turn to others and shake their hands, saying 'Peace of Christ', this man turned to me. I grasped his hand, began crushing it in a vice-like grip, and screaming.
It took 20 parishioners, including Jimmy, to pull me off of him. I voluntarily released my grip, and he fell to the floor, his hand a lump of crushed bone.
Later, outside, as the ambulance took the fellow away, a hostile crowd of parishioners approached me. One of them, a woman who looked about 100 years old, 5 feet tall, and not a pound over 95, came at me with an umbrella,,, she meant to strike me!
Jimmy saw this danger, and came rushing forward, beating the old woman with his bike chain. She was knocked backward so hard that she did a perfect back-flip and fell to the cement. Jimmy took out his bike chain and, swinging it over his head, sent the rest of the hostile crowd running in terror.
Jimmy and I got into the Rolls Royce and left the scene, as the blaring of police sirens grew near. Those bastards! They were lucky I hadn't stuck about to press assault charges!
Brothers- what do you think- am I indeed suffering from anger issues?
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Post by spartacus on Jul 22, 2009 20:54:32 GMT -5
Brothers, it has been ages since i've wrote to you of my latest trials as the savior of Croatia.
For the past week, I have been experiencing explosive growth. The secret? Dog meat. High in protein, readily digestible, and cheap. Recently, with the big money i'm making now in security, I hired a chef, a Korean named Kwak. Kwak told me all about dogmeat's powers. So Jimmy and I decided that we had to include it in our bulking diet! We went to the local Korean grocery store, and left with 20 pounds of dog meat that Kwak picked out himself. Jimmy and I have been eating 10 pounds of dogmeat a day, and brothers, my lifts are all up 15 percent!
But some people are ignorant, and simply don't respect other cultures. Later, at the gym, in between sets of 500 pound military presses, I decided to snack on some dog meat I had brought along in my training bag. . There I was, quietly feasting on the roasted dog, when this young woman asked me what I was eating.
"Dog. Would you like a bite?" I offered, holding it out to her.
"You are a BEAST!" she screamed in my face.
I had had enough of her rudeness and here disrespect for Korean culture, and promptly shoved the dog meat into her racist mouth. Jimmy stood next to her and, glaring, snarled
"Fookin eat, bitch!" She chewed on the dog meat and then ran off screaming.
Jimmy and I roared with laughter that was heard for miles around.
Later on during our set of 1,000 pound squats, the manager came up to us and asked us to leave.
"Look, we can't have you guys shoving dog meat into peoples mouths. You have to leave"
The manager was Japanese, no wonder he wouldn't condone Korean culture. I walked up to him
"Well in that case..... I DECLINE!"
I shoved the dog meat into his mouth and hurled him through the wall, shattering the entire window.
"That's for what you did in Hideyoshi's invasions of Korea!" I roared
"FOOKING ROIGHT!" Jimmy yelled swinging his bike chain on anyone who dared get in our path.
After hearing the sound of police sirens, Jimmy and I took off on the Rolls Royce,,, laughing!
Kwak was very happy to hear of our brave defense of Korea. It was the least we could do after Kwak introduced us to this amazing source of protein.
So, lads, head to the humane society and stock up!!
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Post by spartacus on Feb 8, 2009 10:24:26 GMT -5
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Post by spartacus on Feb 1, 2009 22:27:58 GMT -5
Then give me Ante Pavelic Square
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Post by spartacus on Jan 30, 2009 23:25:33 GMT -5
@ cikola
yes, many Croats are hot where I'm from.
large crowds of serbian women follow me around
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Post by spartacus on Jan 30, 2009 10:51:47 GMT -5
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Post by spartacus on Jan 30, 2009 10:12:22 GMT -5
I'm wondering whether or not I should be feeling a tad guilty. Here is why:
As some of you may already know, my 85 year old grandmother in Croatia has developed freakish strength over the past few months. When I was in Croatia this past summer, I dissolved protein powder, creatine, and several multi-vitamins into her tea, or tossed them in her salad. She has gained, to date, an impressive bench of 250 pounds! Mind you, 200-300mg of creatine, 100mg of protein, and 100mg of vitamins a day have helped!
One day, while I was at the selo, I was training quads with Grandmother and Krešo (My training partner and chauffeur). We were doing front squats with a barbell set we built out of stone, yelling and groaning with intensity. Just then, I noticed a young village boy attempting to train under the guidance of an old village pencil-necked geek 'personal trainer'.
They were working their biceps with the little 3 pound pink dumbbells, I knew my village was primitive but this was absolutely ridiculous.
I marched over, and yelled "WRONG! ALL WRONG!" in his face.
"sir....Rupert here (indicating the young boy) is only 13 years old....really, I don't think your style of ...er..training would be right for him" he whined.
"Rupert can decide for himself....can't you, Rupert?" I asked. Rupert burst out some garbled terrified reply of "mmmm, um....i....i..."
"Sounds like a YES to me!" I roared. I took our 300 pound barbell and wrapped the fingers of his right hand around the grip. "Now, young man, curl that weight!!" I screamed. Rupert's face reddened, his glasses, held on by a thick rubber band going around his head, slipped off to one side as he struggled with every ounce of his will to curl the 300 pound dumbell.
As his face turned red, and he began crying "ahh!! ahhhh!!!.", just as his nose began to bleed from the intensity, A crowd of village people, including Grandmother and Krešo, crowded around him and began cheering him on.
"Curl the fooking thing, picka ti materina!" Krešo cheered, while others offered less inspiring support such as "C'mon Rupert...you CAN do it!"
Grandmother, however, was pure old-school. She took a twig from a tree, and gave Rupert a viscous smack across the shins, screaming "DO as the men say, BOY!!" in his face.
With a final, all out effort, and making a noise not heard from a human since the 19th century freak show attraction 'The Elephant Man' walked the earth, Rupert's arm snapped up with an explosive force and swung the dumbbell up! Alas, he swung it with too much force and it came smacking into his face, sending him flipping over backwards onto the ground, and as he hit the ground he began having a seizure!
Baba was overjoyed at his success, and she marched over to Rupert's convulsing form to congratulate him.
We called the village ambulance, which got there in 3 days, for Rupert, and as the medics took him away, I couldn't help but wonder if Grandmother's freakish strength and aggressiveness had anything to do with the supplements she was on!
Now I've been back in the US these past few months, but couldn't help but wonder how baba was doing. Recently I heard she hurled a 500 pound rock at a mans house destroying it, the reason being was that he walked too close to her chickens and she thought he was planning on stealing them.
Help me out here, brothers. Is this all MY fault??? Say it isn't so!
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Post by spartacus on Jan 30, 2009 10:07:25 GMT -5
my countrymen for the most part are communists and assholes so there is nothing much to be done about it
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Post by spartacus on Jan 29, 2009 23:56:55 GMT -5
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Post by spartacus on Jan 29, 2009 22:08:20 GMT -5
I am an Ustasa,,, and i have the hots for this bosnian chick in my class
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Post by spartacus on Jan 28, 2009 22:14:10 GMT -5
Well, as some of you may already know, my family will be moving to Serbia in a few weeks. My father got a job over there picking cotton. His company wants him to manage the plantations.
I'm really gonna miss everyone, like my friends and stuff. There are some people I'm glad i wont be seeing again. But I'm still sad about moving.
From what's been told to me, I'm gonna need to help my dad manage the cotton plantations (most likely beating the workers with a whip). We will be living in a pretty big house, however all the workers will be living in there too. We're gonna have butlers and maids too! from Kosovo.
Once we get the cotton growing, we're gonna buy out all those serb cotton families and there will only be one cotton company in that region!
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