Windcupters

Ideas can get one in trouble. Held by the back of my hair in public
and my book burned. I mean script. Whatever. Once it was a book, then
I screwed up one part, forgot how to restore it, then ended up
changing everything into a film script. Was it a good idea to publish
something that has 20 inventions for global cooling? Big brother
couldn't take it, 1300 new nuclear power plants in the USA, end of
story. And the public encouraged all to end any further attempts to
mess with the plans of big brother. I wrote it in my book, I predicted
that I will be held in public by the back of my hair and my film
thrown in fire. Either way. 20 inventions for global cooling. Those
whose sole purpose is to mess with big brother are not welcome in our
troubled society! My experience here with the ku klux klan is criminal
abuse of human rights, crimes against humanity, terrorism. A genuine
bookburning classic. There can be no words describing their jewlisting
excessive bullying, and they are over 50 years of age. Like Bush. They
say I'll ****ing burn your book, nobody wants you! You are a writer,
unsocial, you don't know how to take care of people, as a collective
jew hater and dominating world of law, excercize of futility, you
don't have it in you boy, you don't have the guts to shave your cock
and walk in line like a world leader, pioneering over the population
with our great leader's vision of a model Iraqi, the erection of a
model Arab, one better than Arabs, and the course is taken to the end
with futility! US of A rules your humanitary insanity. Call it big
brother, call it human rights violation, call it nazi, call it
unappologetic, call it walls of governmental addiction to power united
to downgrade jewgrade masses for a higher purpose in this world, and
taking no **** from anyone, from any country, from any human being for
taking advantage and destroying people and lives for Americans! Sir
John Googer on a horse erected these knights with a very long sword
tapped on the shoulders. Shouders. Destroy mankind, prevail violence.
Prevail crimes against humanity in the face of all, the American nazi
confiscates and destroys with unilateral terrorism. No more
infiltration, burn these books, burn these books, burn these video
tapes! Burn all materials and restore our prestige and those who show
disrespect to our streets will face our precedence in this society!

An ancient promoteus, a caveman who sat and rubbed two sticks all day
while others worked, in their minds the story tells everything. And
then one day as he rubbed two sticks together, sparks appeared and
these spars sparked a fire, and all the cavemen were shocked. Then
they said: This is great, we need to celebrate. Let's eat somebody,
but who should we eat? Somebody who is not needed for anything.
Everybody looked toward the great promoteus. They celebrated
throughout the night and ate him. It was good, a sense of
understanding. But the fire died out by the next morning. And
everybody was back to work with a sour face. In a world where 20
inventions for global cooling is considered spam, no words can...
anything any more. It is the limit of humanity. I started giving out
monkey sounds: Oo ooo ooo ooo oo ooo oo.

In the face of fire I noticed a man in public. He reminded me of
Einstein. I knew right then he was a futurist who understood my book.
I mean my film. Was it Borat, what was he doing here? A man standing
there silently in the crowd. Borat... Borat... Borat... He had his
arms wide open like an airplane and he was turning round and round. I
took out a pen, and began writing. Somehow the man holding me by the
back of my hair and yelling to his public didn't bother me so much any
more. I wrote up a sketch and every word he used, I wrote it down. He
referred to Bush as the great global comoter, he referred to the
people as the hearts and souls of the nation. Then I envisioned a
powerful quasimodo swinging in on a rope, he is Mr. Rope and grabs
this man behind me and swings him with great speed through pine trees
with a lot of ouch sounds and takes him to a Cathedral.

Is this a mean joke? It is not only in the USA where kids play mean
jokes on another. In Hungary I remember a Mongolian kid was told to
'go back to Japan'. Give Rambo a gun and in the USA he kills down the
jokers. In the USA people are taught to accept violence and defend
oneself Americanly, in other countries the response to stupid
namecalling does not come with murderous violences. There is a
difference. This Mongolian kid lived in Hungary with his parents.

Forget the stereotype that most Europeans speak four languages,
Hungary has the lowest percentage of people speaking another language
than their own, something around 20 percent I believe speak another
language. The Hungarian language and culture is immensely rich. No,
there are no problems of racism in Hungary but kids tend to act as
hooligans in an often intelligent and culturally humorous ways. Having
a mongolian family renting rooms in our apartment I remember seeing
the Mongolian boy always beeing stressed because other kids thought he
was Japanese. As with the lack of speaking a second language, there
were not many kids from other countries in town, and only 20 years ago
a foreigner such a black person was stared at on the streets because
most never saw a black man or a foreigner of any kind before. Since
the wall came down tourism rose, but Hungary lives in an environment
where time stopped and villages didn't change much for 200 years,
horses are still used for farming, quiet and a slow paste of life
describes the country. Cities are noisy and villages seem relaxingly
quiet getaways.

Compared to this quiet life, in the USA there is violence, over a 100
times more murders per capita. Greece is the most peaceful country in
the world, and it is really the quiet that makes a difference in my
opinion. Hungary has no enemies, no wars threatening the culture, no
public enemies are being pursued in ways reminding of the Soviet era
or the Nazi era of pursuing Jews.

Under the soviet era those who didn't work were arrested as
'publically endangering work-avoiders', another form of public enemies
communism saw under an Orwell factory world where all must work and
benefit Stalin's dreams. No housewives stayed home with kids, no rich
people were exception to take time off and travel the world, in fact
travel was not allowed. Well, Hungary was an exception under the
Soviet curtain. Travel was limited in Hungary to the West once in
three years, and a person wasn't allowed to own more than a minimal
amount of Western currency. But in other countries like in East
Germany travel to the West was completely blocked as those who left
probably stayed in West Germany and didn't return. Guns were illegal
and violence was generally limited to barfights and police beating
citizens they interrogated then washed the blood off them with hoses
at the top floor of the police building. Information about violence
was kept out of newspapers and there was the "cops" equivalent on TV
with teaching public about criminals of the society, people who
brought porn from the West were publically crying about their horrible
crimes, and there were other criminals posing as 'public enemies'. The
people in the show sat handcuffed on television and were interviewed
on why they decided to do such horrible crimes. Nobody wanted to get
on this television program. Communism was big on creating a public
shame over certain communist ethics.

Most of these crimes were not considered crimes in the West. I
remember a man who made a porn film, he made an advertisement in the
spapers that he needs actors, and made the film. The cops program went
into details speaking of each scene and how immoral those scenes were.
Morality and a public brainwash was a big thing in communism/socialism/
Marxism. Ashaming and fear was the primary tool of population control.
The guy said he is a liberal and had fun doing this film, most of it
for him was just that: fun and liberalism. Only a few years later did
the walls of communism come down.

Being in school in Hungary I remember how those who had lower grades
(C-s) were not allowed to join the youth communist party that all
students in highschool were mandatorily made part of. A great
participation with a system of success was most important.

Those who had worse grades were made a great shame of and most
students did not want to relate to these kids who were kept out of the
communist party due to bad grades. It was all about us and them, the
communist success and those not wanting to relate to. But I was a
special kid, had long hair and went to school with a skateboard, wore
a backpack, something unseen in a socialist country at the time. So
kids didn't want to be seen with me due to the school and political
system as I didn't make it in to the youth communist party and
represented shame, but they were envy. I however had a skateboard and
backpack and didn't care. I was told later that everybody in class
loved me.

I was one of these kids, a public enemy in highschool, but most of my
friends were from other schools and from all over town, I also had
many friends who did not study in a top highscool to plan on for a
college degree. My best friend was studying to become a butcher, my
girlfriend studied to work in a coat factory while I was in an elite
highschool. Highschools were reserved for those with top grades and
most ended up studying specific professions in technical schools after
the 8 years elementary school, ordinary professions, some with
abilities to move on to technical colleges later but not Universities.
If one was to be admitted to my highschool, he/she was expected to
prepare with studies for a University, and even there only 10 percent
of those admitted to my highschool were admitted to. I was in the
second toughest highshcool in the city, in the city of Szeged in the
South of Hungary with a population of 170 thousand. The second
toughest highschool from where those who graduated were admitted
second most in the city to Universities.

Those who stood out from the society as kids with lower grades were
talked of during public school speaches at school ceremonies as kids
of shame, and teachers and school directors who gave these regular
speaches ensured that most kids did not want to relate with trouble
makers who are aught to be looked down on by the whole school. Though
I had no interest in politics, there was one secretive kid in school
who was expelled for posting anti-communist stickers all over town.
After he came out of youth jail, the state banned him from admittence
to Universities in case he completes his highschool studies in a night
highschool. That kid was in a higher class than me, he was quiet and
on art classes he drew complex pencil drawings of naked women. He was
spoken a lot about in school ceremonies on how badly he performed in
school, that he didn't listen in class and represented trouble all the
time. His grades were straight A-s.

Some teachers took leading roles in the Communist party. Speaches in
school ceremonies were made about particular kids in school, kids not
eligible for the communist party. Talk of particular individuals were
made by between communist singing and speach ceremonies of great
communist history. Public enemy kids had communist teachers who
regardless of the actual test grades flunked and eliminated these kids
from school. My grade average in Math tests was a C, but the math
teacher flunked me because of 'participation'. I wasn't the worst at
math, I became a computer programmer and earned a degree later and
worked at mathematical programming jobs where I used the Fortran
programming language to solve tasks. Regardless, this math teacher
declared me a public enemy and though I was prepared for the makeup
examn throughout the whole Summer by a great mathematician who said I
am perfectly prepared for the makup examn, upon the first mistake
during the verbal examn the math teacher opened the door and told me
to leave. I was expelled from highscool. My mother went to the house
of this math teacher, grabbed her hair and physically beat this
teacher. There was no police, when calling the police on the public
phone, they simply always claimed the call was a prank and never
responded. To me it was normal to violently attack and pull the hair
of a math teacher who is a dedicated servant of communism. Because of
her the whole highschool was against me, kids were ashamed to talk to
me and the teachers association gave public examples about my C grades
as the lowest in school, and about me being the only kid in school who
was not allowed admittance to the youth communist party, and as that,
I had to be rid and had to find work at age 16, under a society that
jailed those who didn't work, by law I had to work. I worked in a
factory, went to work at 4:30 am and steam-ironed after that.

It was then when I broke out in incredible depressions and had panick
attacks. I didn't care really that I was expelled from highschool, I
was not a carrier-minded person. I had infinite amounts of friends and
played in a band and traveled the country performing in concerts.
There was a lot of life in Hungary. One of the person in the band
worked as a computer operator and he got me a job where he left, to
replace him. It is how I got into computers. There were no resumes, no
background checks, to hire somebody was based on knocking on the door
and speaking to the boss at the factory who knew they needed somebody
with skills to computers, which I didn't have. The band leader who got
me this job quickly taught me how to do this work, and it turned out
to be quite simple. I was 17, a computer operator while those in
highschool in my class were entering their last year, while I worked.
I found a love with computer programming and quickly moved ahead of
most programmers and soon had my own Windows OS for which I received
an honorary (special case) summa cum laude and was the only person in
college at the diploma-handing-out ceremony to receive A as a final
diploma score with honors. My father made false highschool documents
claiming a highschool degree from the USA and got me admitted to a
technical college to study computer programming, a school that I
finished in two years as I signed up to complete two years for each
year. It was loose administration that I figured out for being able to
skip through two years at once. Throughout the school I relied on my
programming knowledge that I aquired as a street programmer. During
college I worked, and also spent considerable time and everything
depended on the final semester test scores where I copied as much as I
could from those around me and passed. Then I moved away from a
programming job and during school where I was supposed to attend two
years of classes at once I worked in Sweden as a waiter and appeared
for examns. Most students in college didn't understand who I was, that
I appeared in examns, then on the last day walked away with an
honorary summa cum laude and the only man in that year who at the
least got an A as a final diploma grade that composed of the grades,
test scores, final grades, thesis and defense of thesis. A lot of my
final score had to do with me writing a Windows OS. I graduated in
1989, and writing a Windows OS with a thread multitasking hierarcy
turned on those teachers who were conducting the test as something
that must belong to a more prestigious school, something that is
beyond the expectations of this school. On the market Microsoft had an
experimental Windows 2.0 at the time, and Microsoft Windows became
popular in 1990 when they came out with Windows 3.0 that had 3D
pushbuttons. So the teachers sitting and watching a working Windows OS
were amazed, so much that they forgot to ask computer science test
questions they were supposed to ask. Needless to say, I learned
computer programming and had programming skills, and for that I
deserved the diploma and they came to that conclusion that my
programming skills were above average and the final test that was
supposed to consist of the hardest questions was left closed as passed
with 'A' and no further questions. So on the last dinner where the
class got together after receiving the diploma, I had a lot of
questions to answer on who I was and from what planet I was from, as
most looked down on me as they said they went to class, studied their
asses off and couldn't get an A as a final grade. So most felt
cheated, but they never saw my Windows, so they just saw a guy who has
connections and stuff, but he must be more like that Bush guy in the
future. But final A and the Honorary Summa Cum Laude stuck me with as
much surprize and confusion as all my classmates. I sat as them,
looking strangely at the situation. That Morning I was expected to
walk away being flunked as a cult was doing their thing in my
apartment. The final examn and defence of the thesis followed the
announcement of the final grades and handing out of the diplomas, and
this whole thing happened over a single day. Sometimes things seem
unfair. Usually success is a good thing, that's why we were all having
a dinner, but that night I was the public enemy in the eyes of most
people there who were my so called classmates and graduates. Many
weren't happy because they tried so hard and the situation that I
never even came to class... resentful. So where were you? "I was
working in Sweden."

After I got into programming, most of my depressions and panick
attacks went away. When I was ironing in the factory coming every day
to work at 4:30 am, I remember sleeping on the bus to work every
morning on a freezing bus, I was happy with the people working there,
and I had a secret spot where I often took 4 hour naps, on the top of
a room-size drier where hundreds of coats were dried, a noisy machine.
I slept there while the kids in my class were in school studying. I
also had a horrible astma-like alergies to animal furr, and the
factory was full with furrs, this factory made all kinds of coats, and
many used rabbit collars and stuff. But other times we made our own
leather gloves, coats, ties, belts with women who worked there. They
knew all the ins and outs of taking leftover materials and using them
for making things for home, then at the end of the day when security
checked all bags for stolen items didn't realize we were wearing them.

Now you need to know that since I didn't come to classes much in
college, I didn't know what to expect on the final degree. I was
expected to be tortured with the hardest math questions like everybody
else. I had school books but by all means I expected to flunk. That
day a friend of mine who became a charismatic, a sect where they speak
in toungs came to my apartment, he brought a group of Arabs who
converted to his sect. They came to our apartment because their church
was renovated and their group did not have a place to meet for
prayers. I went to the final examn seriously expecting to flunk, and
this group stayed in our apartment to speak in toungs, something of an
unrecognizable language spoken by God. When I left to the examn, my
friend, the sect leader said why pray for a D, when you can go for the
whole thing pray for an A. This group prayed to God in my apartment
for an A for me as I took the final test. Some of my friends came by
looking for me that day and found a sect consisting mostly of Arabs
converted to Jesus and to follow my friend who had charismatic powers
over others (fainting and stuff) and they were speaking in toungs and
beating drums. I don't know what the name of that sect is, but they
spoke the mysterious unrecognizable language of God, and the
unexpected finding in my apartment of people (and many Arabs) made my
friends inadvertantly laugh, and this laugh is one of those that one
cannot stop as they were told to come inside and await my arrival. But
those in the sect were not expressing any concerns of strangers having
tears and dieing from laughing and grasping for air on the floor.
Something about when one comes to visit a friend and supposed to sit
silently for my arrival, I don't know.

I received my diploma in November, 1989.

1989. It was this time in history when the walls of communism came
down, and Ceausescu was executed a month later on December 25, 1989. I
was freely traveling to Sweeded already and worked as a waiter in
historic downtown Gamla Stan, Stockhom, but the main reason was a
Swedish girlfriend who lived there. My love for her overwhelmed my
interest to be in class and I worked there as a waiter, actually I met
her in that restaurant. With my brother during a short visit to
Stockholm the year earlier in the Summer we decided to known on
restaurant doors and ask if they need any help, and on the restaurant
third door we knocked on we were hired as waiters.

We learned about 200 Swedish words, and this being the old historical
downtown in Stockholm, many were angered by two waiters who only spoke
English in this traditional national place. One of those men angered,
I remember his face when he politely began speaking in Swedish from
behind reading the menu was a newspaper journalist, and he didn't
waste a moment to write an article of the historic Gamla Stan in
Sweden having people serving the most honorable Swedish guests for
dinner with a 'no speak Swedish but you must speak and order in
English with me sorry' style. Our picture with my brother appeared in
the headlines: "Public enemy" must not destroy our culture and
national tradition, people must speak Swedish in the national heart of
Sweden. He kept repeating at the table: "You are joking". And I kept
repeating: "No, I don't speak Swedish".

For me it was another guest, one of so many. Often American busses
arrived with old ladies, and those were the highlights where there was
a lot of running around and serving many at once. I met people from
all over the world when I worked there. The American ladies always had
to bless their dollar tips and had a great time taking photos of me
with them as a Swedish man in a Swedish restaurant. They always told
the other women: "I just love being here in Sweden, just look at that
Swedish smile.", then photos came and posing and many dollar bills and
more smiles, then a few happy Swedish words of farewells as the group
was leaving. My girlfriend worked with me, so life was beautiful.


I was once a boy, a bell boy in a first class Hotel and I loved that
job. I loved serving rich tourists, they dropped a few coins into my
hand for my services that included delivering food to the room,
carrying luggages, and controlling the 100 year old elevator (The
Hotel was called Hotel Royal). But this elevator didn't last forever
and one day the rope broke and this elevator being designed for four
had 20 russian tourists stuffed inside like cabbage as they did not
read the sign: Maximum 4 passangers. I just came back from lunch hour
and was not there to control the elevator. I rushed with a key to the
top of the building to use manual controls and rotator wheels to bring
the elevator back to a position where the door can be opened. Inside
the large lamp on the elevator's ceiling fell on the head of the
Russians and that caused the most damage as glass that fell on their
heads made their heads bleed. The elevator fell a floor, and as I was
informed of the tragedy that 20 russians fell a floor in the elevator
I ran up the stairs with a laugh that I couldn't stop, but I saved
them. Above the elevator system there is a giant metallic wheel that
can be turned by a human and the elevator moved millimeter to
millimeter. The ambulance arrived and assisted the generally minor
cuts that resulted from this accident of too many packed inside and
breaking all instructions causing the 100 year old elevator system to
collapse and their elevator free-falling a floor.

This is their world, but they have crossed into the world of the bell
boy, and this is my elevator. After this incident the Hotel got rid of
the 100 year old elevators and installed brand new modern elevators
that were able to carry 8 people at a time. My elevator. They tried to
use my elevator. I push the buttons! I am the bell boy! I worked
together with a hunchback, an old man, he was the other bell boy,
there were three of us. The third bell boy was a bully who wanted to
kick my ass all the time, but I refused to accept the challenge. The
quasimodo was a greedy man, he wanted all the tips. He was called
rope, as he used ropes to swing to the front and the back of the
Hotels to be the first to greet the new guests. He was a bell boy all
his life and was an expert in taking all the tips away from the other
two younger bell boys. The old man was pushy and forced all customers
to his service. He had a huge piggy bank with tips. No I am the bell
boy! It was all about tips, the just as a customer asked me to assist
him with his luggages and I was reaching down to grab them, the
quasimodo moved in from behind and took the luggages with a quick move
and followed the man to the elevator. Meanwhile the other bell boy was
waiting for me outside and when I came out he offered a fight right
here and right now! What for? He didn't know.

I remember when I was in Sweden working as a waiter and when busses
arrived with old American ladies, there was a lot of work and running
up and down carrying luggages to the room, pushing buttons. Then
taking breakfast or dinners to the rooms. On other quiet days I sat in
the room of the telephone operator, she had her own room, and the
telephone system was from the early century where she plugged in two
plugs on a wall full of holes and numbers to make a connection to
outside or to the lobby people and assist in matters of telephones.
Though quasi took all luggages from us, he was considered a
handicapped person, and the Hotel director was unhappy to see him do
all the work and he thought we, the other two bell boys are making him
do it, especially when there was quiet time in the telephone operating
room. There were three of us so there is always somebody at the front.
Rope swung around the building at all times and needed all the money
for retirement. He was handicapped but was still carrying those
luggages faster than anybody so he is back down quickly for the next
customer. He was working like Americans, it was for the money. My
salary was 2500 Hungarian Forints, with 40 forints a dollar in 1987 it
came out to around $6.50 a month + tips. Before I became a computer
operator I worked in 10 jobs. I still have my communist work book
listing all my jobs and salaries and stamps for entering and leaving
the company with dates. By age 18 I had 13 jobs and the communist work
book was almost full by the time all my classmates graduated and I was
already on my way toward a computer science degree I received with a
summa cum laude much faster than anybody of my age. While they were
studying, I worked in many factories making coats related products, in
three hotels as a bell boy, in one hotel as a receptionist, and in
computer operator then at computer programming jobs, and later as a
waiter in Sweden until I received my degree. It was a shortcut with so
to speak more life, a time while most of my highschool classmates were
studying I visited 30 countries, worked as a translator at
international sports events and also traveled as a translator for a
theater group on international trips. They didn't speak any other
language than English, so their groups needed help when they traveled,
a tour guide so to speak, allowing them to make hotel reservations or
any for any translating needs to ask where is the market or who knows
what, I was their servant, Igor. I spoke English, so that was
sufficient for tourguiding Russians in Hungary and Hungarians abroad
at sports and theater performing events. I also did many other things
as Igor the translator for the theater group. Held lights and swung on
ropes like Tarzan in a pine-tree forest, often plunging through pine
trees with high speed and great yells of "oh ****, that's gonna jurt!"
Millions of pinchos. Swung into the wrong theater equipment and set
the stage on fire, then grabbed hold of something that opened
something on the floor and the actors disappeared from stage, they
fell below the stage. And me: I never seen anything so funny but the
ambulance was needed as some ended up being seriously hurt. It wasn't
me who pulled that arm thing on the wall, but somebody did, apparently
accidentally that made all the people in the stage disappear, like a
king who wants to drop somebody to the aligators below. The whole
stage just disappeared like a magic show, plunged down below, they
were not wanted any more by the King. And it was the same night that
the stage went on fire. They used torches, and one of the torches
started burning out of control down to where it was being held at. One
of the man who held it during the performance, me, through it as far
as I could, but it wasn't far enough and the curtain caught fire. I
had no acting, I was an extra and held a torch as a soldier on stage,
but the thing was burning like crazy and I panicked and threw it away
toward the back area but it just didn't fly far enough.

Then I went to the US with my little Windows operating system and with
a supposed best profession alive having a Windows operating system of
my own, and there was that Microsoft Windows 3.0 with 3D buttons and
everything and everybody wanted Microsoft Windows compatibility, and
unlike in Hungary in college, in the USA everybody was laughing at my
Windows operating system and all they had to ask was: Is it compatible
with Microsoft Windows? I was even kicked out from software
conventions with my Windows OS idea. I told people that programming
with my Windows OS is 10-times quicker and easier than under
Microsoft's OS. The only attention I received at the conventions were
from some older ladies and their interest was of another convention-
going nature of discovering new hot talents. I gave them examples of
how quickly I can write Windows programs with my OS. One of the women,
twice my age attacked me and tried to kiss me right there. Don't tell
me, she was a Microsoft secret operative.

I never really cared about my Windows OS that much. It was baught, and
last I heard it was sold to a teenager in the mid-90's for $1. I
became a comedian who without work became a CNN commentator.

The American culture mixes law and society (people), that's not
natural, common. A book. Need to read more books! What! What! What?
This was their reaction. Did I say something wrong? Go ahead, burn the
footage of a CNN commentator!

I was the one who commentated that the first anti-Iraq war protests
were not in the newspapers for three weeks, and that during those
protests in Washington DC police used giant fishing nets to trap and
beat protesters and dragged people inside these nets leaving lines of
blood in the streets. And in one of the third floor windows there
stood a government official looking down the window. Not even looking
down, just from the corner of his eye. The police claimed that one car
parked illegally and that the protest disrupted traffic and there was
nothing about it in the papers. When I asked newspaper companies why
they haven't written anything about the first anti-war protests, they
like regime officials aiming to run a quick coup, a stage like the one
in Moscow that intended to remove Gorbachev from power and said
Gorbachev fell ill, the newspaper owners said: The American public is
not interested in such news. No, the Iraq war is not in the interest
of anybody but the US government and in this world people like 1st Lt.
Ehren Watada are arrested for speaking of the President and of the
Iraq war when off-duty, but those speaking Republican pro-Bush
propaganda are hailed. Democracy is one that works both ways, but here
the President enjoys unilateral status and opinions are eliminated. He
was arrested for making contempt toward other officials and in court
declared a deserted. He was kind of framed. What other option did he
have in agreeing when it was obvious that there is no politics when
80-90 percent of Arabs thing negatively of Americans as a result of
the Iraq war, and politics is to avoid that, and there is no Democracy
that is supposed to work two ways. Bush doesn't care, but the
Democrats have been slowly arranging under a new direction, a turnover
that 100 percent opposes the president, and this in a country where a
president is granted unilateral status, a relationship that is
supposed to live up to the tradition of the American culture that
gives great respect to presidents but expects a president to respect
that relationship and trust in return have all gone into private wars
and private affairs by a war declared on TV against Saddam on
9/12/2002, a day after Bush met the families of the 9/11 holocaust
victims at the WTC memorial and Bush personally promised them revenge
for Osama's crimes. A war declared on grounds of revenge did not
receive any sympathy from most other Western countries who are founded
on Democracy and human rights standards. Bush never gained popularity
with derranged manners in wanting four wars as big brother and that
Iraq is just a coverup, and as that keeping the war going so the
terrorists stay there and won't come to the US. No human normality can
accept it.

KKK man: It is better if we burn your footage and not your foot, we
are descent people.


Where did the KKK come from? In 1992 they break into seminars in
Universities and disrupt classes held by foreign Ph.D students in
Colorado Springs, Colorado, and nobody does anything about it. They
tell the usual things: Everybody out of the seminar. And you, Swedish
teacher, if you don't like it here like this, why don't you just
leave. Political science, subject: improving the USA's political
relationships with the world. The USA is not the only country with neo-
nazi problems and a simple mind and a wire in the ears, looking
important, like the FBI. They followed me and all my activities for
years to come. And what did the University Dean do? He called me that
he nailed me as I worked illegally in the United States and that he
notified the Immigration and ****. I worked as a volunteer at the time
at MCI. A volunteer foreign worker awaiting a work permit. Dean's
message week after week: "I got you boy. I know you are working
illegally in this country. I have proof and video recordings." Who
knew the Dean was part of the KKK. He runs a strict private
institution in a state-owned University, where prestige is all that
counts. He denies foreign students with near perfect grades to enter
the University based on his personal selection of the students. He
himself runs all matters of everything, particularly takes matters of
government and security number one. He who is molested by the KKK is
probably an unwanted individual in the country. Anyway, Americans win,
he won, and my viasa status was revoked by immigration due to
suspicions of work violations, and I was basically thrown out of the
country. I was really a volunteer at MCI. I solved a software problem
they asked for help that nobody could find a solition for, and they
wanted to hire me afterwards and sponsored a work permit for me, but
the Dean spoiled a carrier opportunity. Only a year later I returned
to the United States and this time no demented hitler university dean
or KKK could stop me from a success in a great carrier. A suspicion is
sufficient in the United States to be thrown out. Innocent until
proven guilty or suspect and enemy of the public until a nationalistic
victory prevails has a lot of content, not that a big brother has a
place in my heart. No, I didn't cry when the Hungarian socialist
president Janos Kadar died. I was not interested in matters of big
brother, and facing the Capitalist nightmare in the USA under the
patron big brother version of comrades in the CCCP was just a
horrifying experience, they are nothing special, just the usual elite
in power taking precedence and engaging in inner circles in regards to
all matters of public affairs in a histerical, suspicious and in an 'I
am watching you' quickly calling the FBI/CIA/Immigration/you should
thank us Americanly active stuffy-nosed fighterpilot way that sees one
direction that is so powerful and so big and governmentally perfect
and crooked in brain in ways of watching others people don't
understand. Wicked and outraged and powerful and self-governed under
one government and a gun always in his car. He collects license plate
numbers of suspicious cars and follows them and makes video
recordings. Just get two German shepperds and bang on all students'
car windows. Safety first, prestige University status. Cameras
everywhere. Stupid ill ****ing psycho, one that has direct lines to
Google that otherwise restricts communication with the world at it's
headquarters that is as silent as the red square was with a compound
of 25 thousand employees, and the dean is the first to provide all
library materials to Google, like Harvard did, a prestige image comes
first for his state-owned University. But Google said 'on the phone'
no thanks and expect a special visit from Sir John Google on a horse
for your services as in your world those two men in an American car
factory who beat a Chinese man to death with baseball bats because the
Japanese cars were hurting jobs in the American car factory and the
two men were let go in court because the judge felt emotional about
these two men and said they are simply too good citizens to be in
jail, in your world those two men are really not criminals because the
court says so. My father was a professor in that University, he was a
fellow exchange professor. The University Dean didn't care that my
father worked for him as a staff member. A serious mental illness.
Welcome to the Bush reality. Government number one. I was a violation
of immigration, a suspect who had to leave the country. The Dean left
threatening messages in my parents house with a bit of mental illness
in his voice: "You are in great trouble. I know everything about you.
You will hear from the Immigration. I know perfectly where you work."
Why do paranoid delusional big brother psychos lack interest in things
in finding out the things that are other than big brother? Why the big
brother bitchoing and the taking of unilateral actions, unilateral
resolutions, showdowns, histerical intolerance, theatening messages of
'revenge' on the phone of 'whose the boss', that it is big brother the
boss, why? Because he is not romantic. My desk in the University in
the rat lab, a desk half the college students used for sex and had a
computer on it and the table full of pubic hair was removed. My
computer transfered to another department. I was declared a public
enemy. I will miss my rats. Two years in a rat lab. Good bye
University, good bye studies. Good bye secret job opportunity.
Eliminated from my studies in a Capitalist system, thrown out. I used
my Summa cum laude, the Hungarian school didn't understand what the
University of Colorado, Colorado Springs was asking in regards to
transfering credits, in Europe one goes to school and gets a degree,
but in the US they recognize a degree solely on hours, which I had a
problem with. It's about passing the tests and a proven knowledge, but
I told them what to send, trippled my credit hours immediately and
apparently I was about to get a Ph. D. so everything worked out at the
time, but I was just too suspicious in regards. I never went back to
study and kept my BS from Hungary in computer science. There is only a
certain amount a person can ask for. My lab was the only smoking
facility in the University. I always told the police when he came by
that it was the professors who smoked in the lab but he never caught
these professors. Poor rats, they were only used for neutering at the
college, of course half the rats died from the student attempts.
Teachers succeeded 95 percent in not killing the rats. Was it a
psychology or biology rat lab, who knows, the only thing that was
taking place is rat neutering and key favors by anxious guys, I was a
computer science student and this was my designated office. No matter
what, he wanted me out the American way, through the big brother
protocol, following me in the night, listening to my phone calls,
leaving threatening messages on the answering machine, gathering
evidence, recording me with his video cameras entering the MCI
building, I was the public enemy. My mother didn't go to his house and
drag his big brother American hair around. Bushface with a video
camera. But now they have more important things to do.