ELVIS TONCY

INSANE AND Hajvan by Elvis Hadzic Tonchy on Tuesday, January 25, 2011 at 11:20 pm INSANE AND Hajvan (Text inspired by the death anniversary Srdjan Aleksic) The Balkans is a blind alley of Europe and the United Kingdom is a dead end Balkans. Earth, on which many were loitering. And heads of the mighty and the haughty and evil. This is so for centuries. We are a public restroom in which each ragtag be discharged. Evil difficult to bypass us, like the flu. The genes we already immune to it, nothing we are no longer surprising. Each time the virus mutates and we adapt. Otkišemo, cough, recovered. So who is alive, who is dead. And when VAKAT-scurry over again. Evil is read our history and, without asking us, it has become part of our collective consciousness and, therefore, unfortunately-and our culture. We are used to us sapinju and ride, and we all shared. Too much his to be someone else and somebody else too that we do not claim, there are-between nothing and worse, always in anticipation of Godot. On our smallness to treat other people's complex. Surviving are a crusade of Rome and Byzantium, the Turkish oppression and harač, plague and bolešćuge, Hungarian and Austrian Pope pointed helmets, boot and fascist and communist manifesto. We survived and carried on for the sake of our generosity, and not for evil that makes us constantly and we tell ourselves often do. Because evil is by its nature is destructive and it can not exist outside human rules. Such was his nafaka to nafaka no. And when you destroy everything, not left him no alternative but to destroy itself. It is a fact. It is always easier to destroy than to create, because it does not need much intelligence. Evil is not creative. It is trite and simply as a nasty curse. Only an idiot would be proud dishonorable act like a fool and proud of her rusticity. Any fool can be, and every fool in the end normally turns out to idiot. So, in the Balkans as the idiots serial products. The chip had already genetically embedded, squats and dwell in them and waiting for a sign of Big Brother. Then the appearance of leaders, the biggest idiot among idiots, get fucked hard one džokersku hood thinking it was the crown, pull up the sleeve of history usklične parole, and genetic chips mass fools tripping as the thread. Exactly dwell time in which everything is upside down, wake up thirsty vampires, blood, come to light from their burrows, and then socially marginal, socially and culturally questionable seamless-and take power into their own hands. Sudden power of unbridled crowd with a weapon in the hands belaj that nobody sensible could not control. Primitive and craze, they react only to call his Big Brother. This combination creates chaos, here are my own and this is the best environment. A decay inevitably leads to anarchy, which in turn removes any real human value, and it looks like a mental institution from which doctors have fled their heads regardless. It is a coup against human reason. People who are related urges and instincts have no conscience, no logic, and, consequently, do not know what remorse or have a need for analysis of their nedijela. It was this last war in Bosnia and Herzegovina, and this is now its consequences. I can insan blind to see that. If it is insane. Tell-insan, insan it does not mean a man, but a human being. And a fool is a man. I was an idiot man. The difference between man and human beings is precisely what leads a man instincts a human moral responsibility. A human being is a being who thinks and lives according to certain moral standards and seeks civilized rules. A man without moral standards can not maintain the life of any society, so the closer homoerektusu and is still undergoing evolution. Bȋće bȋt means, meaning, and as such, it seeks meaning, anxious to justify his being the cosmos, and man is nothing more than animals that eat, sleep, reproduce and fight for survival. Congratulations animals, they have an excuse, but people who are only guided by the mere existence is a challenge that has been written down all that different from them. E that they grew bigger, stronger and more important. Hence, say, fascism. And such a man is not much different from the apes. And there's no excuses. Again, congratulations monkeys ... In Bosnia, for a man who has no human values, says hajvan. Hajvan not know what is nobility, does not understand the art of living, not question those who run it, but it teaches, obeyed, to be dragged by the nose, just like a dog on a chain. They are comfortable in their loops, since they do not ask and do not think. Fools and idiots have no morals and so are not subject to any liability. This is a man who walks upright, communicate horizontally and have an ID card. Nothing more. Hajvan worships banality, insan be avoided. Hajvan cares only about himself and his occupation is narrow, because it is only interested in what he had in his crowd, while the human being takes for the crowd and the whole of humanity. Insan justifies the existence of collective istupajući from his estate. Insane humanity is the main motive of life, and Hajvan the main pleasure piss on someone's life. In the Balkans Hajvan plural, and Insani in the crowd are always individuals. Unfortunately, this is so. Because it is not, an elementary school in Pale would be called today by a human being: Srdjan Aleksic. However, it is called-Serbia. In every evil there are innumerable ugly story, but in any evil finds occasional noble soul who disarmed the meaning of meaninglessness. Such, human and superhuman endeavors take place in any evil, and it devalues their existence. Good and honest part of the story itself. They are bizarre by the ideals of the crowd and have no need to apologize. The good part of the fight for the ideals that justify humanity. Withdraw from the deluded masses is what we, Homosapiens, differs from homoerektusa. That is why we exist-to justify their existence. It's the only reason why we are here. And those who hope in God, and those who believe Darwin. To step forward and do the right and moral thing at the moment of collective fear and hopelessness is the highest human act. In the absence of such parts, the evil has no end, and humanity is losing its meaning, and it is the only end-samodestrukcija. For what is hope if all the crazy madness that is granting way to solve conflicts? And after this absurd and shameful war, after so many evils which we have committed to each other, we teach our children from various history textbooks, they install the chip, large and ignore moral offense, the shameful and horrible things we call real name, criminals consider heroes ... We emphasize Crime, justice to them, I abhor the other one, makes our generation to hate! A real, true heroes, as was Srdjan Aleksic-remain marginal, with no real and true honor. And it does not lead to peace and coexistence, but prepares us to prosecute the war and hatred. And tomorrow will be our children to find the reason for our crimes, and aggression-way. So it goes. We do not give the dead peace. The dead we shall be reprimand, not a reason for the mutual extermination. However, we persistently and willfully excavate one side and burying others. These new fresh dead tomorrow will be our children. Mine and yours. Our kids: Pero, M., Ibro, Luke, Denis, Aco, Samir, Mark, Reuf, Zoran, Goran Srdjan ... No mother does not send off with pride the sons to war. Politicians lie to us, they do not send their sons to war. That we ask the mothers of the fallen sons. All the while in teaching our children do not go stand Srđani instead Mrđan, Srdjan Aleksic will be nameless hero. But still a hero. E just because it's insan was when he stood among Hajvan, poturio his back to save the man. And therefore lost his head. But not the soul. He sacrificed his life for a just cause, like a prince from the instructive tales ... and outlived itself. But Srdjan Aleksic today nameless nameless in society, because this unnamed company celebrates humanity instead of the atrocities. It is therefore nameless. It is therefore lawless. Ignoring the great works of the little people, we sataniziramo our shared history and the divine character of individuals, and we form our Divine worst disgrace. And would not it be more honorable to ourselves in all our city has streets with Srdjan name? So that children ask their parents: "Who was Srdjan Aleksic?" And then proudly tell the story Srdjan. That is about it in textbooks, taught, and that the school called his name ... It would be fair, it would mean that we do not want our children to grow in the snobbery of his parents and to go back to some absurd war sorrow for suspicious targets individuals and false interests of history ... All that we should celebrate what was once called Good People, Good Bosnians. Everyone should be proud of Srdjan Aleksic, to raise monuments to him, and his tragedy warn future generations. All that we should celebrate our goodness and our nobility, because we just did epithets characteristic of the people and give strength to adapt to survive, and not to allow evil to consume us ... A Srdjan Aleksic, showed us the way and manner , lit our candle in the densest darkness. Srdjan Aleksic was good Bosnians and belonged to one of our good people, insane humans. Nothing more. And nothing less. And that's a lot! It is much more in our post-war society where only Muslims are called Bosniaks and Bosnians are not like that existed before the Turks. It's a lot in a society that eats itself, thinking that their head by the tail. It's a lot in a society that hardly can be called a society. It's a lot in a society where government still Hajvan that caused all of us and do what they are. Lots of it, people-to be insane! Being a good Bosnians. Illiterate do not know what it is, does not concern them. They easily poturiti and Convey and Wahhabis. They easily poturiti and Serbian nation and the Ustasha. Hajvan not ever think, as I said. We used to be our speaker boasted Bosniac, today it is or paint as Easter eggs, or you're ashamed, or disparage it ... But no matter how and what, what lives within us, individuals. This, the human tendency to stand up against violence, to stand in front of the tank as the one run from classical Asian documentaries, such as the Swabian hid Jews in his basement, as white as translating black slaves across the river to freedom, so he resigned and Srdjan from the crowd. And this is no small thing. Withdraw from the masses they can just sublime, pure and virtuous insane. Srdjan his act defeated all our divisions. And just because everyone belongs to us. To remind us of our humanity, to offer us the nobility as a way to show us to our forgotten goodness. So is ours. And we are his. Any other classification is wrong. Every other division is meaningless. Srdjan has outlived himself and us, and thus imbued bezorjentisane sisom madness. He died for us to live with us. And because our Bosnian evil will be closed as soon as the quarantine, bar him and swallowed the key, as in fairy tales. That never happens again. Do not allow it to destroy itself, and all of us along with him ... And while Srdjan lives, we still chew his own death, under the language of us withdrew its bitter taste, the taste of a suicide ambush-only logical paradoxes of this haunted land. Dying, lying to the victories that are not nothing but absolute defeat. Defeat us, as humans, defeat us as insane. Defeat, because we all, as all together, dropped Hajvan. The losers are, we are dead. Few Srđani are the only winners in the last war. In every war. And we, Mrđan ... We Mrđan still fighting now, we celebrate war criminals, inventing history, raise things that have nothing to do with us, we adore the saints which are not tičemo, raise the nation that we are the only bit until we perish for them ... And so it is for centuries, a long-up to us. You let the glory and thanks, my friend. Elvis Hadzic Tonchy 27th January 2011