— Written by Branko Veljković —
We too, not so long ago, were again, in a manner of speaking, cheering. “Their” Kurti[1] struck at “our kurti.” They are butting heads over license plates. An “epic” battle of two Kurtis, hormones prickle, the “monthly cycle” is late, the price per square meter of new construction in Tirana is jumping, a new tariff for the “transfer” of exclusive goods across undeserved territories is being established. Tense, almost like the “nomination” for the director of the BIA[2], an unwritten but one of the inscribed controllers of the transfer of (un)mentioned goods, until in mafioso agonies a new police director is born. They are snarling over a piece of coloured tin and letters, they have long since sold off everything else, each from his own side of the River Phlegethon, the Styx, or in Greek – of hatred. Only that tin remains for them to “agree” over as they “hate,” and even that will be as others say, with the inevitable, accompanying, for all the Kurtis of the world permitted and recommended, drama and pathetic, heart-rending, endless tirades. The People must look at everything, just not at the essence. How else?
And Kurti versus „kurti“[3]? …
If you believe there is any real conflict there, then you can also believe that Santa Claus and the reindeer, Lolek and Bolek, Hansel and Gretel, the pig and the fop, Đitler[4] and the self-proclaimed[5], Academician A and Academician B,… have all fallen out unto death. Nonsense. And Bonhoeffer’s – “stupidity is not an intellectual defect, but a human one” – is in the world of politics an irrefutable maxim. Whatever the masters of the game prepare for them in the evening, they gobble up with delight in the morning and ask “is there more.” Nothing more than that. But however tragicomic all this may be, do not think that Kurti vs. Kurti are not villains who are prepared, like so many Kurti vs. Kurti before them, to sacrifice other people’s lives for yet another grain of power or a photoshoot for selected national frequencies. Not only are they prepared, but they offer them up. Other people’s lives, of course, never their own. This they are preparing to do, again, on this “our” Helm[6] as well. What “must” be done is not difficult.
And on the stage of wood and stone, a director in a green mantle. Like many before him, he is hopelessly gazing at the blasé masses of “gifted,” self-proffered scoundrels who would love to call themselves actors. They snarl for roles, titles, silver coins, and the promised—and despite all the work and all the “works”—so wrongly understood immortality of all the names of the Count of Saint Germain[7]. They believe that thus chosen they will be remembered, or vice versa, how would they know? Unnerved, they await the whisper of just “the One” or at least the nod of a neatly arranged audience that determines their fate. And in that fate, tailored for them, they believe. Fate is present in “the faith” of theirs because fate is tailored from non-faith, otherwise, it would not be fate. They all disgust the over-rehearsed director, and this is, not rarely, seen on his face, long accustomed to all possible roles, scenes, and performances. The director remembers the words, still and perhaps forever in his ouroboros, of a wandering academic – “the ebb tide is of all things, so it is also an ebb tide of minds, there are no people, we must take all that we can.” That “all” is now returning. A boomerang or perhaps some circle or a circle or two, and again to them, to those who would “elevate” themselves, belongs the ouroboros without wisdom. How to proceed with the confused who might one day even elevate themselves to mediocrity, if only they would finally read at least the primer—which they have not read? Or will they march into the promised new order with those who buy stair-climbing like careers, doctorates, diplomas, and marriages, barely wrested from “bucks”? Or with those who “read” 42 books in three days, and these days offer themselves (again) to go back to the Viennese Judas’ cellar, so that they might be entrusted with a new schedule of lessons, with at least another 42 books, and rewarded with a couple more days for reading. Thus has the swollen self-proclaimed “reader” of his secret books, on turbo batteries and white powder announced. He says – “I must drop by Vienna again,”… sad and wretched is he, he hasn’t been to Vienna in 4 years. Half of hungry Serbia did not have lunch today and certainly will not eat three meals tomorrow or the day after, yet the self-proclaimed is sorry that all these years he didn’t even manage to get to Vienna. And again the self-proclaimed has turned out to be smart, almost like “that time” with the American elections, I mean the elections before the whooping cough. You already know, “because I am smart,”[8] a failed investment in the electoral process of another country. The problem is that no one “gets” that “smartness,” except him, of course. Except for the part about the mumbled – “please, let me back into Judas’ cellar,” that everyone understands. High treason[9]! In fact, only the first time was it treason, a sale, everything after that is just a clearance sale!
“Of all diseases, stupidity is the strangest. The sick person does not suffer from it, but everyone around him does.”
And the ever-young poet, crowned and by murder preserved for eternity from the vain and already returned to dust (non)humans, the murderer, in the last hotel of the city above a thousand corridors in which even emperors bowed, dark for all except for the murdered him, understood the cage of empty “bald symbolists” built from the bars of their own fear. The poet understood “who here should learn from whom.” He understood and told them so, with a look and a smile. Perhaps the director in the green mantle has understood the same, inexpressible thing… we shall see soon. For, inexpressible is the path from Mizraim[10] to Memphis, but from Memphis one reaches Mizraim in an instant. And further still,…
And so, for the needs of the vox populi and for the human drives geometrized into that narrative, the vox Dei and that unsurpassed Decimus Junius Juvenalis Romanus – “panem et circenses” (bread and circuses or, if you will, games), the long-agreed-upon deception[11] concerning the killing of yet another people continues, the clearance sale of mineral treasure that does not belong to the sellers, the seizing of parts of Serbia that the bosses, from the self-proclaimed, call Sandžak[12], Preševo Valley, Vojvodina,… For a man, all that is our land, for us Serbs all that is our Serbia, and for “them” it is something entirely different. And the self-proclaimed and the belonging bison, rally-riding killers at toll ramps, drug addicts on state apanages, all bipolar and non-polar beings in “functions” and all the others with party booklets, intoxicated by promised elevations, readily take their place on the dark side of the coin. In the lexicon and by the law of men, this is called – high treason.
And “their god” will give them with both hands all that they seek and desire. “Quantum sufficit, et quantum appetite,”… however much you need and however much appetite you have… he will give you and you may distribute, though you love not to distribute even when you distribute what is not yours, and nothing is yours, but is “his,” and that will cost you in the end, because you appropriate and distribute what is another’s… it will cost you dearly, perhaps the most! All the way to the first speck of dust.
And all this is known. Of course it is known. Since always.
But do not, dear readers, believe that it bothers them that the watchful People despise them, ridicules them, “spits” on them, and organically cannot stand them. Precisely so, “organically,” as one of my teachers, born the same year as my grandfather, said long ago, wishing to explain to me that there are things a man should not do because it can destroy the very essence of his being and the organism itself. Those of whom we now exchange thoughts do not live in the world of honour and human dignity, humanity. On the contrary, the People’s contempt is their measure of value. The more the People despise them, the more they “advance.” And that is why here the People with a capital P, and they – for ever – without a recorded name, and all who read this will again know exactly whom and which together we are thinking of, for “by their deeds you shall know them.” They blindly adhere to the “wisdom” of their, twice-deceased, Pašić[13] – “for bathed in spit, they shape the lives of those who spit on them.” Yes, precisely so. The watchful People spit on them and despise them and they happily and self-satisfiedly “rule” and shape our lives!
And in their free time, they copy prefabricated elaborations on important “historical” topics, skillfully devised in the epiphysis of two earthly empires.
“What is happening in my Jerusalem?” written by God and for Man but also for (non)humans who “if they could, would sell even God.” And he who would sell God, would sell his father, and he who sells both God and his father, has sold everything,…
“For the betrayal of a friend is the dress rehearsal for the betrayal of the homeland.” And what “friend” do “they” have left whom they have not already betrayed? Perhaps that is why they think they can sell God and all of us?
In widespread practice, it looks like this:
Their “elevation” from petty, complex-ridden sycophants to the stature of international merchants of human blood has its terrible price. The imposition of the “new” demands planning, drama, scenario and direction, tragedy, absurdity, and controlled history. And this is not (only) drama of the theatrical type with a more-or-less clear range of the stage and those behind the scene to the bewitched ones in front of the stage. It is a serious, often mass tragedy, war, peril, sickness, destruction, horror. Only from such elevated religions, ideologies, socio-political orders can new “leaders” “appear” who, over fields and fields of corpses, will lead lands and peoples into a “new” and “better” life. “Progress” based exclusively on human blood, sacrificially processed and prepared, and the omnipresent, self-igniting, vile rhetoric. There, for the last one, look how from the tragedy and mass global devastation caused for “medical reasons” the paradigm of a “new world order” is being elevated. From the ashes of two world wars, the collective West and the Communist East were elevated. From the May overthrow the second-first dynasty, from the kingdom – a republic, from the republic – a democracy… Or, if it is more visible to you that way, then, from the ashes of the Yugoslav timber industry, IKEA was elevated… When you understand this as a process and not just as a momentary state, it will become clear to you that ALL of them are accomplices. And always blood and destruction in agreed-upon, countless, multi-act plays that all of us are living.
Thus was created really everything we are permitted to remember. And all of it so that we forget “that in the flower, too, a snake can be found,” that we forget how many, countless before us, that snake from the flower and from Paradise itself, has seduced and bitten, bitten and killed, from the last day of the time of mercy to the western and eastern scepters with two snakes with so much woven-in religion and without a shred of faith. That is why “for centuries truth has been on the run,” as Dostoevsky wrote in the realisation of his own “Crime and Punishment,” between “cheap happiness and exalted suffering.” That is why, together with the Truth, all those who love and live the Truth are on the run. Every single one, from the beginning. And that is the only First and true tribe. The tribe of those who love and live the Truth. All else are just hordes of grinning and slobbering hyenas, half-mad from despair and misunderstood symbolism, and thus innumerable and yet so lonely, each in its own eternal darkness of hatred and destruction. Beasts created only to persecute and kill those born for Truth. And thank God, they cannot kill them.
For this time, too, shows, for those who wish to see, that not everything is as it seems. For, outside of a pure soul and Truth, all is a lie. When you take water from the ocean in your hands, it is no longer blue. Water in the ocean has its “color” when it is in its, God-given, surroundings. Just like man. To be that for which he was created, Man must return to the One to whom he belongs by creation, by Truth, and by birth.
Politics is a tool created by the Unholy[14]. That tool is placed in the hands of those who wish to turn man away from precisely that path.
Name one “leader” who did not arise from a previously skillfully directed tragedy and conflicts, wars, and dramas?
Say, that one “accidentally” chosen on the 11th day of the 11th month at 11 o’clock (those who like to add will arrive at a “number” that is not just a number, and which “they” so bestially mock), in Ferdinand’s wagon, an armistice was signed and the first great war ended, or, what is closer to the truth – was armisticed. Like some sleepy beast, briefly weary from slaughter. At that same moment, just across the channel, Sir Winston Leonard Spencer Churchill was elevated, with that decisive “Spencer” and with an Anglicanism pleasant for the local public and the politics of the time. He was told he would be the Prime Minister of Great Britain for the needs of an already planned new great war. Winston, a man without a nation and ideology with a mouth full of nation and ideology, accepted the “burden of the time” in the style of the so-often-said – “because if I don’t, someone else will.” The anticipated war he awaited. It “relieved Britain of the burden” of a global power of the new time and order and successfully reduced it to what Britain actually is – a lonely and for its survival since the time of Hadrian so frightened and frustrated island with, mildly put, strange genetic combinations. No coincidences, no improvisation or “twist of circumstances,” but only a well-conceived and skillfully executed plan, and hence again some inevitable Sir and a bit of Winston as one of the necessary main actors. The “price,” as another Sir would say, this time Oliver, from a comic strip originating from a certain peninsula, a comic strip only ex-Yugoslavia could understand and read en masse – [15] – something between 50 and 70 million dead. Who would even count that, except for God the Father, the hunters of souls, state auditors, and the mothers of the slain? Fitting, is it not?
And if you believe that at every end there is a new beginning, then the logic of such planning becomes completely clear to you. When a cycle ends, a new, pre-planned drama begins, new “cadre solutions” or, as a deceased friend of mine long ago said, “a changing of the system’s clothes.” In the meantime, a process takes place that involves maintaining crises, generating future conflicts, creating new poles and idols of mud and gold…
Since we are on the subject of poles, regarding “our” self-proclaimed, with that same mouth full of nation, all sorts of values, and inevitable ideology, the situation is specific. Both in terms of “pole” (about which we will speak) and in terms of half (about which we will not). The Serbian People have become so lethargic that the self-proclaimed can no longer generate a real opponent. And he desperately needs an opponent. The self-proclaimed knows perfectly well that if there is no alter “him,” then there is no his ego, and consequently, there is no him. And he loves that “him” very much. In fact, “that” is the only thing he thinks he loves. But he does not love it when he recognises “him” in others. This frustrates him, for how can there be another unique “him,” and then all that also frightens him, little by little. But when he cries, he does not cry only because of frustrations and that fear.
Not even in the theatre that naive spectators with the most expensive possible tickets call – the National Assembly of Serbia, can the self-proclaimed “create” a politically and media-sustainable opponent. Agreed-upon, prosaic endless debates, theatrical conflicts, and hours and hours of meaninglessly wasted time. Meaningless, of course, only for the spectators from the gazing and hungry people, for all others charge fabulously for that time, and that in milliseconds. So, dear readers, a competition is currently open for the first opponent of the self-proclaimed. Offer, space and occasion as much as you want. Otherwise, for those who look at the economic side of the story, the first opponent of the leader has always been a well-paid job. As long as you are “up to the task,” all domestic and foreign services, all possible mafias and all state apparatchiks will protect you, and the apanages will be fabulous. Just look at the publicly available asset records and (non)work booklets of all the leader’s opposition members, always. And of all “leaders” and all “opposition members” always. Even at the time when the leader was an opposition member (sic). If you zealously “play the opposition,” you might deserve to bear the “medal” of the first “opposition member” of Serbia or the Universe, for if the Leader is from the Cosmos, like all these “our” leaders, then their “enemies” must be at least from the Universe. For those who are willing, and there are those who are, for the most loyal opposition members, other “joys” are also available, both white and those dark – not necessarily black.
But even in such a meticulously defined order, tailored precisely for all of us, we are condemned to be led by “half-book” men, with slightly less than half a brain and not a shred of morality.. in fact it has always been so. When the British ambassador, immediately after another skillfully directed “coup” on March 27, 1941, spoke with the then-generals Borivoje Bora Mirković and Dušan Simović, he asked them – “do you know where you are now?” The confused generals, a little, well, just like so many now, registered collaborators of the special services of that very Britain, looked at each other in wonder. The ambassador looked at them almost pityingly and said – “you are on the edge of an abyss. And do you know how you will save yourselves? By having to jump into that abyss, and this will not be the only time you will do that in the future.” In the spirit of all high traitors of all times, unnerved and frightened for their personal fates and some then “flower shops,” the generals, quicker-better, in writing, reported on that event and conversation to “whom it concerned,” not understanding that the ambassador from the island was not thinking of them personally and their “businesses,” but of the entire people. But when have “they” and all similar to them ever thought of “their” people. And as the knowledgeable ambassador said, so it was. With the difference that into that abyss we were not jumping only because of treason, ignorance and stupidity, but we were also pushed into it with brutal force and vile manipulations, with the wholehearted, eternal “help” of the omnipresent, local high traitors. Hence also that uttered by “our,” this now omnipresent Self-proclaimed: “We do not have the right to destroy the lives of a greater number of people than was foreseen by the original plans.” Just listen to or read this statement as many times as you need, dear readers, and everything will be clear to you. If you even want anything to be clear to you. Ask yourselves – who are these “they,” or “we,” who determine what is the measure of “destruction” of our lives and in what “number” and which “people”? What are these “plans” and planners and for whose destruction and whose needs were they determined and carried out? And who is this “Self-Proclaimed” narcissist to carry out such a thing in our name and for our, as he himself says – “destruction”? Ask yourselves! For it is all before your eyes, you only need to want to see and to hear. And once you understand, act according to your conscience as you think you should, but, according to your choice, do not be surprised that they are trampling you, for, Immanuel’s, often cited even by the frightened worms themselves, still holds: “he who makes himself a worm should not complain when he is stepped on.”
And when all their lies and treasons, sales and clearance sales pass, and they will pass, by the grace and will of God, not only in faith but also in trust, we will return to the beginning.
And in the beginning, the bride was she who still has no news, she who does not know, bliss was a good and not a material value, and rich was he who “has” God and not money. Upbringing was from vospitanje[16] (upbringing), vos from whole, and the question was the feeding of the whole man, both spirit and body. Happiness was from sretenje[17] (encounter), and sretenje is with God, and the Icon was the image of God…
And then perhaps the thoughts will also vanish that go from the written and today completely misunderstood “passion” which is in fact suffering, and depravity is distortion and turning away from God’s path.
Man then becomes “Čelovjek”[18]– the one who walks with his forehead and head, guided by his being, facing the age and eternity…
And then it will be in vain that they so many times retained and made up all their customs, ideologies, and religions only changing the names, that they reshaped and wrote all “histories,” persecuted and killed the righteous, and enslaved all “free” states. For Man, Čelovjek, the Heart-teller and the Loveworthy will remember!
And survive!
[1] BIA–The Security-Information Agency (Bezbednosno Informativna Agencija) of Serbia.
[2] “their” Kurti – Albin Kurtiis a Kosovo Albanian politician who has been serving as Prime Minister of Kosovo since 2021 (Source: Wikipedia)
[3] Kurti vs. Kurti – the authors metaphor to point to a false conflict between two politicians, which in truth serves a hidden, common goal in order to devastate of Serbia.
[4] “Đitler and the self-proclaimed” is refering to the ridiculous perception that Dragan Đilas (a Serbian businessman, media executive, and politician who has been the president of the Party of Freedom and Justice (SSP – Stranka Slobode i Pravde) since its founding in April 2019. He previously served as the mayor of Belgrade rom 2008 to 2013. Source: Wikipedia) and the “self-proclaimed” represent an opposition in terms of the Serbian Parliament, actually joining them in the text as an inseperable “couple classics”to capture category of well-known pairs, whose imagined “feud” is as absurd and pre-ordained as the political situation described.
[5] self-proclaimed – can be an interpretation for the president of Serbia, Aleksandar Vučić, as mentioned before in the authors previously published texts in the ´column´ section of this website www.brankoveljkovic.com – “self-proclaimed” precisely because his political function is illegitimate, given that the country has been brought into an unconstitutional state.
[6] Helm – an old Slavic and Byzantine name for the Balkan Peninsula. It appears in early geographical sources (Greek Helmos, Latin Helmus) referring to the southern part of Europe — the area of today’s Serbia, Macedonia, Greece, and the surrounding lands. In modern usage, some authors employ it as a poetic or symbolic term for the Balkans.
[7] The Count of St. Germain – was a European adventurer who had interests and achievements in science, alchemy, philosophy, and the arts. He rose to prominence in the European high society of the mid-18th century due to his works and interests. (Source: Wikipedia)
Known for legends of immortality and esoteric knowledge. In our context his mentioning is signifying a delusional quest for illegitimate and illusory eternal significance.
[8] “Because I am smart”– This can be interpreted in reference to a once given interview by the, in the texts published on this website mentioned “self-proclaimed”, president of Serbia, Aleksandar Vučić during the US presidential elections run-up between D. Trump and Hillary Clinton in 2016. Once asked why he had financed the Clinton campaign. He answered: “Because I am smart!” Trump won.
[9] High treason – for the Serbian context of “high treason” reference is given to further texts with deeper insight and chronological understanding of the betrayals published in the column section of this website brankoveljkovic.com
1. A Serbian fairy weaves for you, A wreath of immortal glory, Over your grave, Vojo, The comitadji bands weep (16/10/2025)
2. A Political Periphrasis Directed by a Couple of Churchmen(01/08/2025)
3. Jerusalem … how else but Heavenly, this patriarch, how else but a traitor! (29/07/2025)
4. “Petar Radulović, a good man, a cavalry captain, a man who understood” (29/05/2024)
[10] Mizraim – is the Hebrew cognate of a common Semitic source word for the land now known as Egypt. (Source: Wikipedia)
[11] deception – “ujdurma” in the original text is a serbian word of turkish origin used for swindle, rigged game or prearranged deception.
[12] Sandžak– is a historical and geo-political region in the Balkans, located in the southwestern part of Serbia and the eastern part of Montenegro. The Bosnian/Serbian term Sandžakderives from the “Sanjak of Novi Pazar” , a former Ottoman administrative district founded in 1865.
[13] Nikola Pašić – was a Serbian and Yugoslav politician and diplomat. During his political career, which spanned almost five decades, he served five times as prime minister of Serbia and three times as prime minister of Yugoslavia, leading 22 governments in total. (Source: Wikipedia)
[14] Unholy Translated from “nepomjanik,” a rare and archaic Serbian word for something or someone without holiness, damned
[15] “a real trifle”: The quote from the popular Yugoslav comic strip “Alan Ford” (by Max Bunker)
[16] vospitanje – or vaspitanje, serbian for “upbringing”. serbian vos – “wholesome” and pitanje – “question”
[17] sretenje – serbian for “encounter”, the serbian word for “happiness” is “sreča” – derived from sretenje, sretan – to be “happy”, also “lucky”
[18] Čelovjek – a “whole man”; čovek – serbian for “man”, derived from čelo serbian “forehead”, vek – serbian “eternity” and the “age”, the passing ages