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Post by spartacus on Nov 21, 2012 17:21:08 GMT -5
For the past several years I have been meeting with several groups of people in plotting a coup and installing a Nova Hrvatska empire stretching from the Italian coast to Athens. I have spoken with Macedonian rebels, Bosnian pashas, and Croatian sympathizers of Nova Hrvatska.
When Nova Hrvatska is established, we will attack Slovenia and annex them to our empire. After we have gathered the resources, we will invade Bosnia, using Nova Hrvatska supporters in that country as a "fifth column." I have met with Serb supporters of Nova Hrvatska who will democratically overthrow the Serbian government and offer a plebiscite supporting annexation to the Nova Hrvatska empire.
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Post by spartacus on Sept 8, 2012 17:02:31 GMT -5
This forum is still a joke. Filled with Serbs and Josipovic supporters. If it's one entity that is fascist it is the EU.
P.S
Nova Hrvatska
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Post by spartacus on Dec 3, 2011 1:07:49 GMT -5
I have been seeing this same propaganda being spread for the past 6-7 years on these forums and nobody with a brain is going to buy it no matter how many times you post this.
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Post by spartacus on Jul 27, 2011 2:01:24 GMT -5
For all the fans of The Karate Kid trilogy, here is a list why Mr. Miyagi was not a good example of a Karate instructor, but instead a criminal who broke laws and caused a lot of grief.
1.) He spent countless hours alone in his maintenance room alone whilst the complex went to pieces.
2.) Pearl Harbored a bunch of teens and kicked one of them several times in the crotch.
3.) Plies liquor on an underage minor.
4. Drove illegally.....no license or insurance, putting countless other motorists at risk, especially when he broke into his happy song.
5. Accepted Whineielle's crappy "gift" of a sh!t-ass bonsai tree business in the ghetto, paid for by Lucille's hard-earned tip and hustle money.
7) WEARS A WIFE BEATER!
8) Dishonored a girl and than fled the country without making an honest woman of her.
9) Used his Asian presence to force an already disturbed Vietnam vet into a total mental breakdown
10) Distroyed the great future of Daniel, Lucille and Kreese by going to the dojo to escalate the problem instead of sending Lucille with her feminine viles to smooth it out.
11) Repeatedly beats up only men old enough to be his sons and boys old enough to be his grandsons while refusing to take it on men of his age, which goes back to his penchant for wife-beaters.
12) Thinks he owns the plane by refusing to let in Daniel who bought the ticket and thus has every right to board.
13) Thinks Kobra Kai dojo is bad because they don`t push giant, lethal metal hooks at the students over there as a part of the balance training.
14) tries to keep Daniel only for himself by endorsing Daniel`s diet of mac`n`cheese resulting in the boy`s fast appraoching obesity which makes him repulsive to girls and boys alike and feeds his insecurities.
15) Insulted Sensei Kreese and his Dojo through act of coward.
16) Insulted Mr. Sato by returning to homeland.
17) Insulted Yukiea by not taking her with him to America.
18) Insulted Uncle Louie by patronizing his illness to Mrs. LaRusso.
19) Breaks every child labor law known for “training” purposes.
20) Deliberately limits training movements encouraging carpal tunnel syndrome.
21) Steals supplies from work for his personal use.
22) Takes credit for repairing Daniel’s bike when it was clearly not repairable by him. Most likely he stole another bike and left the busted one for some poor kid.
23) Gets angry that Daniel caught the fly that he had been trying to catch for God knows how many years.
24) Rocks the boat side to side so he can see Daniel in a wet shirt.
25) Gave Daniel a car without his mother’s permission. How can she pay for his insurance when she can’t even get her own hoopty fixed?
26) Puts off a legitimate tenant’s request for a repair so he can catch a fly with chopsticks.
27) Manhandles plants so he can turn them into so called things of beauty.
28) Sets Daniel up to drive so that if they get pulled over, Daniel can take the blame while he speaks Japanese gibberish.
29. Insults his own culture by going out for "Chinese food" to celebrate his ill-gotten gambling wins. I can
imagine the nasty greasy fried slop the "restaurant" served. Everything is deep fried and covered in hot
sesame seed oil.
30. Tries to finagle out of his "death" match with Sato every chance he gets by kow-towing and patronizing
him whenever he sees him coming for his head.
31. Makes up stories about abortions and child birth complications regarding the wife he never had in order to inspire sympathy from Danielle. A sick man.
32. Steals a veriety of objects, most notably a black belt that belonged to a tournament referee.
33. Cheaply hustles Chozen, Sato and American servicemen at ice breaking bars for the glorification of his own ego... and follows up with insults and sarcasm when he wins a shoddy bet.
34. Flees his homeland with his tail between his legs after several horrid blasphemiies against his country, his village, his friend, his father, Yukie and Budha himself!
35. Is an Eco-terrorist
36) Smashes bottles on beach and chuckles about it. (This is personal to me. When I was a kid, I took a half dozen stitches to my foot from stepping on a broken bottle while at the beach!)
37) Tries to set up corpulant hired hand with underage girl across the street -- while she's on the rebound.
38) Blows off friendly chatter of mailman to peruse Publisher's Clearing House entry form.
39) Those unidentified stains on the floor of maintenance shop.
40) Uses South Seas property to fabricate Halloween costume for tenant whose rent was in arrears.
41) Neglects basic upkeep of The South Seas Spas, causing many tenants to move out and owner to sell, leaving other tenants homeless.
42) Single handedly shames every past, present, and future Buddhist by claiming Buddha provided a stolen black belt.
43) Practices his ninja skills by prowling around at night looking for children to attack.
44) Performed Okinawan witchcraft on an injured Daniel so he could continue the tournament.
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45) Conned Danny Boy into squandering his meager "savings" on The Crap Shack then made him legally liable for the lease by pretending to do him a favor by making him "pahtnah".
If Miyagi fled town like a rat fink coward -- something he was known to do -- Whineielle would have been wholly responsible for the balance of the lease.
46. Goaded and taunted Sensei Kreese to punch out car windows in front of children and unsuspecting parents. Had Miyagay not been such an irrisponsible and cruel son of a bi*ch he would have asked the kids to leave or found some other means to reason with Kreese, but instead he chooses to turn the parking lot into a bloody spectacle.
47) Drains a swimming pool and throws a fake swan type thing in it to give the appearance it's now a pond.
48) Sabotaged the kitchen faucet knowing the new boy would be sent down to ask for a repair. Thus began Daniel's mind control ordeal.
49) Thinks the answer to modern day problems is to go fishing in the middle of the night
50) Deceives tournament officials by talking japanese when he can speak english just fine
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Post by spartacus on Jul 1, 2011 22:16:00 GMT -5
To all supporters of Nova Hrvatska,
I hope you will take up my cause and flood United Airlines with emails protesting their horrible service! Discrimination is afoot!
The following is a true story.
I was at a meeting with Macedonian rebels, discussing plans for a future coup, until I received a call from Kwak (my personal chef and loyal Nova Hrvatska extremist of Korean origin and Buddhist faith, as well as the future consul of Nova Hrvatska) He informed me that there was a delay in getting his ticket to Croatia from United Airlines. It appeared that there was a problem with their computer systems and his trip to Croatia would have to be postponed!
"This cannot be! They are sabotaging our plans!" I roared so loud that the meeting fell silent.
"I'll take care of this!" I yelled and immediately ran out with such speed and force that all those who dared get in my way were demolished. A young blond got in my way causing me to crash into her, sending her 500 feet through the air in a perfect backflip.
I sprinted to O'Hare International Airport to fix this mess.
I had faxed them my photos several times, which gave them good views of my enormous arms, monstrous legs, and overall Herculean development which would quash every competitor at the Mr. Olympia. My requests to be granted a ticket for Kwak went unanswered, so I had, in a fit of rage, sprinted there to take matters into my own hands.
As we got there, we ran into none other than GUNTER SCHLERKAMP in the parking lot!
"hey Gunter! Are you going to compete again?" I asked.
"Ja....dis is possible....I've gotta run " and with that he skipped off into a pink Cadillac and roared off, the stereo blasting the 70s hit 'YMCA'.
I lumbered up to the front doors of O'Hare and threw them open with such force that they shattered. I found Kwak and we walked up to the front desk. Kwak addressed the terrified looking 'receptionist' with a roar of
"TAKING CHAJ!!! GET ME TICKET NOOWWWW! O YOO BE SOWWY" that was so loud all the windows in the building rattled.
"Just a minute..." the young terrified woman at the desk sniveled, and quickly picked up a phone and said "Get down here...now...pleeeaaasse!!".
I surmised that she must have been speaking to the head Manager himself.
Just then, several security guards approached Kwak and I, and in an instant, Kwak had his motorbike chain in hand and began beating the guards off, screaming. I grabbed a couple of them and hurled them through the reception desk, demolishing it.
The head Manager appeared, and was astonished to see the guards had all been dealt with.
"Well, Mista...Where my ****ING TICKET?!!" Kwak screamed, then ran charging over and clothes-lined him with such force that he did a perfect back flip and hit the floor unconscious.
As the sound of police sirens neared, Kwak and I headed out, laughing.
I'd given them a piece of my mind, and that night I slept the sleep of the Just.
I am thinking of pressing assault charges against O'Hare for the behavior of those security guards! They are behind a global NWO conspiracy to sabotage all plans for a Nova Hrvatska empire.
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Post by spartacus on Jun 7, 2011 23:18:35 GMT -5
To all sympathizers of Nova Hrvatska and all my struggles in forging a Holy Croatian Empire,
I recently joined the schools Christian Club. And the decision to join stirred some excitement among Nova Hrvatska ranks to reach out to the evangelicals.
One Monday afternoon, as Kwak (My personal cook and devout Nova Hrvatska supporter of Korean origin and Buddhist faith) and I were discussing plans for our revolution, an absolute angel of a woman walked by. I stopped what I was doing, and cried
"BY GOD what a finely young lady that goes before me!" as I gazed, entranced. The woman in question gasped, then informed me she was a Jehovah's witness, and could only date a man who was in the Christian club. So Kwak and I then and there pledged our allegiance, and the following day showed up at the club meeting.
"If this is what it takes so be it!" I declared.
Another young man named Marvin, our good hyper friend with a caffeine addiction problem and fellow Nova Hrvatska sympathizer, was invited along with us, and taken aside for some thorough scripture reading.
I introduced Marvin to the Jehovah's witnesses
"This here is Marvin. He may not be one of the great minds of this century, or any of the last 300 that came before it, but he is to be treated with DIGNITY!" I declared.
After going through several hours of bible class, we were sent on our way with a boxful of copies of 'The Watchtower' to distribute around campus.
We immediately began preaching.
"Here you are, friend" I said, and handed a punk kid a copy of the Watchtower.
"I ain't into this, pal" he snapped, and Kwak's bike chain immediately came around his throat and choking him purple, as he screamed in his face
"SOWWY MAN, YOU BEWWER WELL WEED THIS, BOY!" then smacked his face so hard a tooth went flying out his mouth. Kwak's approach to spreading Jehovah's message was a tad more blunt. He lumbered up to the people as they were in the midst of getting to their classes, and snarled
"Oi. It's the Watchtower. Fookin weed it, sunshine!" shoving a copy into their faces.
Then, empowered by GOD, we ran on top of the 3-stories of stairs outside leading to one of the buildings. Screaming "PRAISE JEHOVAH!!! ARRRGGH!!" to all the bystanders watching below us.
The exertion was so great I had to vomit, and screaming "BLAAARRGGGH!!" spewed out a few gallons of stomach contents down onto the heads of a group of jewish fellows.
They began screaming, shaking their fists at me "You farging icehole, we keel you!" they screamed.
"Marvin, take care of those infidels...they are indeed DEMONS released from the abyss!" I commanded, and Kwak ceremoniously tossed Marvin his coveted bike chain. Screaming "DEMONS!! DEEEMOONS!" Marvin jumped out of the stair well, and a few seconds later rounded the corner and charged into the jewish fiends, lashing them with the bike chain. He chased them across the street, but alas... a double decker bus came screeching along, and didn't brake in time and Marvin was run over!
His crumpled body lay quivering beneath the wheels of the bus. Kwak yelled out ALLROIGHT MAHVIN!".
No doubt, the stouthearted, coke-bottle glasses wearing Marvin will be back on his feet in no time, I assured myself.
To celebrate our victory, we drank whiskey till the wee hours of the morning, and then decided to drive to the Jehova meeting to spread the good news of how Marvin battled the forces of Satan.
Unfortunately, Kwak was a bit intoxicated and drove the Rolls Royce through the front doors of the Hall. We staggered out, and passed out on the floor. When we awoke, we were in a cell at the police station. Luckily, a phone call from the influential Croatian lobby and corporate sympathizers of Nova Hrvatska to the chief of police got us out and we were told that there was a court order banning us from the Jehova Witnesses!
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Post by spartacus on May 22, 2011 22:59:45 GMT -5
Gentlemen,
The representative of Nova Hrvatska has suffered an insult, out of all places, at a place of intellectual discussion! I am TEMPESTUOUS over the recent events that brought such devastating ramifications. Case in point, yesterday's incident in the university.
There I was entering my night class after I finished a meeting of the Nova Hrvatska fraternity club, when LO AND BEHOLD! Someone was sitting in my chair!
Now I am not one to be nit-picky however, the classroom was quite small and it is kind of a ritual for everyone to pick a seat at the start of the semester and stay in that spot throughout the course. I was quite pleased with my seating situation, being between two lovely female companions. But last night I've discovered that there was a guy sitting in my seat!
He was an arrogant pony-tailed man, he looked like a hardcore hippy liberal. Well he was about to experience the wrath of Bismarck from me!
I was OUTRAGED! It took all of my will power to control my devastating temper, but by the grace of GOD! I calmly approached him.
"Good evening sir, I believe this has been my chair for the past few months now, I kindly ask you to remove yourself from my spot"
The arrogant pony-tailed douche retorted back with a grinning smart ass reply
"I don't recall us having assigned seating. Since this is college I believe I can sit anywhere I want"
At that moment my hands began to tremble and a sharp vein began to appear on my forehead. Nevertheless I remained calm and replied
"Yes well, it is a common act of courtesy to sit at your regular spot"
At this the pony-tailed smart ass guy said
"Listen here, first off this is not your spot. We don't have assigned seating anymore. You are no longer the high school jock who thinks he owns this seat."
I could not control myself any longer. This pony-tailed hippy douche had not only disrespected me but he had just insulted me! My family honor could not tolerate this.
I leaned forward and grabbed the two legs of his chair and stared him dead in the eye. His grin turned to fear as I slowly replied
"Are you insulting me?"
The pony-tailed man whimpered and started shaking in fear as I yelled
"I SAID ARE YOU INSULTING ME!" I roared so loud that the entire campus could hear. I lifted his chair up with him seated, and did a perfect military press with it over my head. With full force, I threw the chair into the brick wall with the guy lying on the floor moaning with blood oozing out of his skull.
I was not quite finished yet. I lifted him off the floor and slammed him onto the tables where I used my jujitsu skills to perform a rear naked choke. I screamed
"HOW DARE YOU INSULT ME AND TAKE MY SEAT!"
Some of the guys tried to restrain me, but I grabbed them by their shirt pockets and swung them over my head.
It took all the guys in the entire classroom, including the professor, and most of the girls to get me off him. Once I was finally restrained by about 30 people, the pony-tailed guy was lying on the floor unconscious. The ambulance came by the building shortly after and took him away on a stretcher.
I proudly sat at MY SEAT ready to continue the class until the professor decided to end the session on a short note. Police cars came by the building and I was taken in for questioning. The douche is probably planning on filing an assault charge on me.
In a place of intellectual discourse, this man insulted me and disrespected the Nova Hrvatska movement. By taking my seat, he was making a political statement saying Nova Hrvatska supporters should not be allowed a seat in an educational institution, a clear violation of free speech! My personal chef and loyal Nova Hrvatska extremist of Korean origin, Kwak, will present my case in court.
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Post by spartacus on Apr 20, 2011 23:29:13 GMT -5
I am very frustrated with the lack of respect I have been getting!
The following is a true story...
A little over a month ago, I decided that my Nova Hrvatska storm troopers needed military training in the fighting arts of the far east.
My deputy and, loyal Nova Hrvatska extremist of Korean ancestry, Kwak, opened diplomatic ties with the Japanese. He arranged for a Japanese judo instructor to train the Nova Hrvatska militia.
I've been on a bulking cycle for the past several years, and felt that it was about time I gave a show of strength in a controlled environment. Accompanied by Kwak, I signed up for Judo classes run by a black belt master, a Mr. Fujimoto, who was a small Japanese man that looked like 'Mr. Miyagi' from the 'The Karate Kid' films. The little Jap devil is probably a WW2 war criminal!
The first month was dull. We did break-falls, stretching, and learned a few basic flips. The warm-ups exhausted me. After 5 or 6 jumping jacks I was sweating tremendously and had difficulty breathing. Who needs endurance when you can bench 700 pounds?!!
Finally, I attended my first 'tournament' at the school. I was matched up against another guy, the biggest one they could find. As soon as we had finished bowing, I ran, screaming, and tackled the guy with such force that he did a perfect backwards somersault and when he hit the mat, he lay unconscious! I raised my hands in victory, and Kwak roared "NOVA HRVATSKA!!!!!!"
Just then, Mr. Fujimoto yelled something in Japanese and there was complete silence.
"Dat is nawt Judo! Now you twy dat on me!!" he snarled and stood across from me on the mat.
Mr. Fujimoto's mother, who looked around 150 years old, stood on the sidelines, wearing a Judo outfit, and gave him an approving nod.
"Fine. Prepare to die!" I screamed, then ran screaming to deliver a tackle. Mr. Fujimoto fell to the ground, stuck his foot in my stomach, and, using my own weight and speed against me, sent me airborne, and I landed on the other side of the room on my back! I lay there, winded, and finally struggled to my feet. "Sneaky little bastard...what on earth was that?!" I protested.
I ran over to him, and when I went to grab his little neck, I found myself being flipped! I was tossed across the room, and lay on the mat, winded. As Mr. Fujimoto approached me, I closed my fist, spun around and punched him right in the jaw - now THAT he wasn't expecting!
He fell to the ground, and I seized him, lifted him up over my head, walked over to the front window of the schools gym, and hurled him through it! Kwak grabbed Mr. Fujimoto's mother and tossed her through the window after him, neutralizing the threat the old woman posed!
The two little Jap devils lay moaning and groaning on the sidewalk, sporting broken shards of glass stuck in their bodies!
"That's for what you Japs did to what was left of the WINNEPEG RIFLES at Hong Kong!" I screamed, as Kwak beat both of their prostrate forms with his handy bike chain, screaming "foookin baaaahhhhstahhds!" with every death-dealing lash!
After they found out that their little plan of pretending to teach me Judo, and instead hoping to attack me off guard, didn't work, I am no longer welcome in the Judo school. The Nova Hrvatska movement will look elsewhere for training!
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Post by spartacus on Apr 16, 2011 12:29:48 GMT -5
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Post by spartacus on Apr 14, 2011 1:29:26 GMT -5
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 a party meeting, 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. It was my intention to lobby to the Irish community for their support on the construction of Nova Hrvatska.
My driver/security adviser/Nova Hrvatska extremist Kwak, 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 Kwak, 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!
Kwak saw this assassination attempt (no doubt she was a member of the Black Hand) 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. Kwak took out his bike chain and, swinging it over his head, sent the rest of the hostile crowd running in terror.
"Sowwy boss, we godda gow!"
Kwak and I got into the Rolls Royce and left the scene, as the blaring of police sirens grew near.
Those bastards! It is obvious that the guy who gave me the bad stare did it because he knew I was a Nova Hrvatska party official. How much more discrimination must we face! Even in a Cathedral! My followers are gathering more information on the old woman's attempted assassination of me. Phone calls to Belgrade are commencing.
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Post by spartacus on Apr 5, 2011 22:51:24 GMT -5
Brothers,
I am APPALLED at the poor quality of service given to Nova Hrvatska party officials. I, for one, am sick of it. Case in point yesterday's trip to the supermarket.
I awoke, as usual, eager to get in at least 10,000 calories in my morning meal.
My personal chef and extremist Nova Hrvatska supporter, a Korean named Kwak, prepared a dozen eggs, 50 strips of bacon, a mountain of toast, and a double-serving of MegaMass 4000. I requested seconds, and he sheepishly whined
"Sowwy Boss, we pinished awl de pood. No moar weft."
"We need to get to a supermarket. Now!"
In no time, we were roaring towards the local supermarket. As the stereo blasted Nova Hrvatska music so loud it was heard for a mile around, I mentally prepared my shopping list.
Pulling into the parking lot, Kwak found a great spot within 20 yards of the front door of the supermarket. As we got out of the Rolls Royce, another car pulled up behind us and an incredibly fat, disgusting slob of a woman managed to squeeze herself out and, huffing and puffing, began yelling at Kwak and I.
"That's a handicapped spot. SORRY, but I don't see a sticker on YOUR car. See mine?" she hissed.
We noted, on the window of the car she was driving, whose seats were covered in candy bar wrappers, a 'handicapped sticker'. But I knew that she was really looking to discriminate at Kwak and I because we were wearing Nova Hrvatska insignia on our leather jackets and skull caps. I had to make an example out of her.
I turned to Kwak.
"Wherever is our sticker, Kwak?" I innocently inquired. Kwak lumbered over to the woman's car, took out his bike chain, smashed the windshield to bits, took the bit of glass with the handicapped sticker on it and planted it on our window.
"ROIGHTTT FOOKING there it is boss!" Kwak pointed out. The lady began screaming obscenities at us, and Kwak's bike chain came crashing down over her head. Her fat form did a faceplant on the parking lot, and no doubt her blubber continued jiggling for several minutes afterwards.
With the horrible woman neutralized, we proceeded to enter the grocery store. Already in a foul mood, we threw open the front doors of the supermarket, shattering their glass panes to bits.
"TAKING BLOODY FOOKING CHARGE, PEOPLE!" I roared as I headed down the aisle, fists raised high.
We headed down an aisle looking for the meat section, when we saw two men, holding hands, walking ahead of us. Kwak spread out his arms and, screaming "FOOKING POOFTAHHHS!!!" ran and close-lined them both from behind, sending them sprawling on the floor. Kwak then executed a devastating elbow drop to each of the sodomites, while I did my signature Hollywood Hogan leg drop, and we resumed our shopping, the moral cleansing over.
The next aisle we held a stunning sight- a very beautiful young lady, on a ladder, dusting the top shelf. The beauty took my breath away. I shyly approached her, and, in a gentle manner, broke the ice.
"My lady, you simply do have the most styling features here in the States!" I cried.
She was caught off guard and while trying to wiggle away fell off of the ladder and hit the floor, knocking herself out cold. I looked about. No one else around. Putting my hands in my pockets and looking as innocent as possible, I lumbered away, whistling a piece by Beethoven.
On the way to the meat counter, Kwak and I filled up two shopping carts with a total of 30 whole chickens, then headed for the beef counter. A young wimp was working the meat counter.
"A side of beef" I snarled. He took out a steak and asked
"This what you're looking for?"
"Let me see that, would you please?" I asked. He handed it to me and I threw it hard into his face, thundering
"A FOOKING SIDE OF BEEF, YOU BASTARD!" Whimpering in fear, he whined
"It's in the back but you can't go there, only employees, you must..."
His high voice was cut off as Kwak tossed him aside and lumbered into the backroom. Finding the meat cooler, Kwak seized a 300 pound side of beef, threw it over his shoulder, and lumbered out. The sound of police sirens drew my concern....Kwak was, after all, on parole for his pro-Nova Hrvatska activities in the local balkan clubs, and false accusations of assault made against him could prove troublesome.
"The back door, Kwak!" I suggested and, pushing two shopping carts full of chickens, led the way out the back door. As 3 police cars, lights flashing, sat in front of the store, and the officers entered the supermarket, Kwak and I casually walked to the Rolls Royce, loaded it up with our food, and sped away.
"Those bastards haven't seen the last of us!" I roared.
The side of beef and 30 chickens should last about two weeks.
But how difficult it is for people to buy food if they support the Nova Hrvatska movement. The authorities make parking difficult, gay men impose their values on us, while the police continue to harass us as we simply wish to shop.
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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.
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Post by spartacus on Mar 27, 2011 18:19:05 GMT -5
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Post by spartacus on Mar 27, 2011 0:34:35 GMT -5
I am tempestuous at the attempts to move my posts whenever I speak of Nova Hrvatska!
This reminds me of the time people tried to censor me at my most recent attempt to enact change in my university gym....
It all started a few weeks ago. Accompanied by the family chauffeur,Kwak, 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 Kwak offered his support with a snarl of "FOOKING ROIGHT!!" in his heavy Korean 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 Kwak 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 Partizan 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 short Partizan 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 of the collective!" 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 Partizan feminist 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.
You haven't heard the end of Nova Hrvatska!
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Post by spartacus on Mar 25, 2011 18:41:48 GMT -5
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Post by spartacus on Mar 25, 2011 16:30:16 GMT -5
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Post by spartacus on Sept 2, 2010 19:47:31 GMT -5
You are comparing brain surgery to aborting a baby? Is this how pro-choicers value human beings?
Being pro-life has nothing to do with being a Vegan.
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Post by spartacus on Sept 2, 2010 9:04:34 GMT -5
@ andromeda
I am not going to pull up pictures of aborted babies because they are disturbing. I'm sure you've seen pictures of aborted babies, so are you telling me that those human beings do not have the right to live? Do me and you have a right to live but they do not? If you were a developing embryo would you be so pro-choice?
One aspect of rights is responsibility. Rights come with responsibility. A woman aborting a baby is violating the rights of the baby. Because she is baring a baby, she is responsible for its life. You cannot violate the rights of other people. I am not new to libertarianism, rights come from property. Life is property. The life of the baby is the baby's property, not the mothers. To assume otherwise would assume that our parents can kill us since we are not our own property.
Rights cannot be given because I cannot give you my dream. I cannot give you a double life. A Creator endowed us with rights, but you forget that God exists outside of nature. The Creator who created the laws of nature also gave us the rights to it. Because God created us and the laws of nature, we are his property, not the property of another. A person who violates our natural rights commits an act of aggression against the laws of nature.
Unalienable means it cannot be given nor taken away. Rights cannot be given because they are not anybody's to give. I did not give you life, therefore I cannot take your life. I can kill you and violate your right, but I cannot "take" it and double my life line.
I doubt you're more libertarian than Ron Paul because you believe that government "gives" people rights. This sounds a lot like the idea of Monarchy. We live under a King and the King simply "gives" us privileges such as to own our houses, and the King can take them away from us since the entire land is his property. Neither did the king nor government create us. Humanity existed long before governments or monarchies. Therefore, our rights are not the property of the government to give. The government did not create our rights. Government did not create our minds, therefore they have no right to tell us not to say what is on our minds. Our minds are not their property.
Rights can be violated. Someone who commits murder violates the persons right. But when government does it, we seem to think they have the "right" to murder another person since they "give" rights.
This idea that government "gives" rights assumes that the people do not own their own lives and that the government (be it Nazi Germany or the former USSR) can justifiably commit atrocities since they "gave" you your rights, they can take them away.
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Post by spartacus on Sept 1, 2010 20:24:57 GMT -5
A embryo is not an 'other' or an any sense the same thing as me ( fully developed human) it doesn't even have a consciousness. And rights really don't exist and they are actually 'endowed' to you by your government even if you really think you do live in a free society. Your government dictates to you what you may and may not do ultimately. An embryo is still a human developing, you are killing a human whether you try to sugar coat it or not. Doctors who witness abortions describe a human being gasping for air while they dump it into a bucket. That is a human being whose rights you are taking away. Rights are not "given" to us by the government because rights are not the property of the government to give. It was We The People who created government, government did not create the people. Therefore, We the People gave the government certain privileges; not rights. Privileges can be taken away. When government treads on our civil liberties, we can take away their privileges. Rights are the property of the individual and they are unalienable. They cannot be "given" because that is a contradiction. I cannot give you my dream nor my mind. I can tell you about it, but I cannot "give" it to you. Rights are not the governments to give. Did the government give me life? Did it give me a mind? NO. These rights were mine to begin with. Without a Creator you have no rights. Why?...Where did your rights come from? It's quite absurd that liberal atheists are still trying to convince people that the State is their new deity. Who should I choose, John Locke and Thomas Jefferson or Karl Marx? hmmmmm
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Post by spartacus on Sept 1, 2010 16:59:04 GMT -5
umm yea,,, supporting abortion is infringing on the rights of others. If you don't believe in God then you don't believe in Rights because if rights are not endowed by our Creator then they don't exist.. Very contradictory.
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