Professional Resume

Name: upon request
Contact email:

Education: Major in Computer Science, Budapest, Hungary, 1989, summa cum laude
Minor in Acting, dropout

"Bush: that man (god) is all mighty and awesome. He will get all
the evildoers. God is in my hand, all the power I was seeking,
is now perfect. God in one hand, and all the guns in the other,
we are rich. I needed this job."

My major accomplishments in a physics newsgroup where I spent
7 months between November 2004 and June of 2005:


1) Wrote about President Bush and my friend Attila in an early 20th
century setting, and about a secretary who always has a cold and she
blows her nose all the time, while she is typing on her 1911 typewriter,
and she has a mother who visits her occasionally and brings lunch to
her, and there is a government agent, the secretary's boss, who dictates
letters to her. But once, on a special occasion, President Bush himself
came in and dictated a letter to her. She was so nervous from the
occasion, that she used her shoulder to wipe her running nose while
she typed, rather stopping to use her napkin.


I wrote:
"He waves his right hand up and down as he speaks. He is dictating
unilaterally. His secretary is typing each of his words rapidly on
her 1911 typewriter, not even having time to blow her nose into her
decorated napkin. She is using her shoulder instead, luckily her mucus
is transparent, leaving only wet slimy marks on her black blouse.
The agent is standing straight up in the background, motionless.
His stomach is making growling noises...
Meanwhile outside the building millions are celebrating the
election of the new President. They are spilling champagnes on the
street, people are cheering, waving little flags, and walking
hugging. A young drunk man is seen hugging a male bronze statue
face to face, covering his private private part from the public view
underneeth the statue's private part, and he urinates with an expression
of quiet satisfaction on his face; in his left hand he raises a Vodka
bottle into the air.
Out of nowhere appeared a lot of policemen as the previous president
did not acknowledge his loss yet, and ordered the police to break
up the street celebration. Policemen, some with cigarettes hanging in
their mouths, began throwing giant nets into the crowd, pulling in their
catch, and dumping the crowd directly onto the back of their police
trucks.
The crowd was screaming back at the police that they are not
protestors. They were angered and were fighting to escape the net,
and there was panic, but in no time they were all heading to the
fish can factory. First interrogated with lamps shining on their faces,
then their stomachs were pumped, finally their heads were beaten to
make sure they were knocked out, then their blood was washed off by
hoses in shower rooms located on the top floor of the police building...
before they were finally declared as waste material, and were let back
to the streets...
Once I left the building passing the two guards holding machine guns
by the gate without motion, I headed to my friend's house, wondering
if he made it as waste. The last thing I wanted to was to hang out around
the police building, waiting for him. As I arrived to his house, he was
already home, he was sitting on a chair, and his mother was touching up
his wounds with a pad. The moment she saw me she started screaming
at me for bringing her son into trouble, and she told me to leave and to
never come back again. So I left, told him I will see him another day,
but before I did that I kicked his pussy (cat) out of my way, the cat
that was always hormonal, greesy looking and stank ridiculously from
being in male heat."


2) Wrote about the History of newsgroups, archiving and
google the company, do-s and do-nots, and how I see
google the company in the future. Described futuristic voice
features that notify a google user upon waking up in the Morning,
including option to select a gay Hispanic man's voice:
"good morning big boy, you have a message from your
boyfriends."


3) Introduced an idea for a new book, called "Mr. Krepelka, the
Incredible Wallwalker". So who is he? He seemed to have many
forms to explore, as a "perfect" subject, for this marvelous book.
The idea started out as an exploration:
Is he:
a) A character inspired by the movie "The Incredible Hulk",
where Mr. Krepelka is a scientist who developed secret
technology to become "Mr Krepelka, the Incredible WallWalker".
b) He is a fashion model (this part is really cool), idolized as:
"The 6-ft 2-in. blonde, more usually found on the cover of glossy
magazines, is bereft of makeup and his "helmet hair" could best
be described as eccentric, but he doesn't seem to care. Kidd
isn't here to pose for the camera; he's here to learn how to
walk through walls...quickly. Welcome to the surreal world
of Mr. Krepelka, the Incredible Wallwalker."
c) He is a Samurai in 14th century Japan battling singing Ninjas,
and after they disturbed him during his dinner, he went out to
fight them alone, had a great swordfight, and he was so cool
that his dinner pickle remained stuck to his beard during the
entire fight. And then he wiped off the pickle from his beard,
and went back to finish his dinner.
d) He is an American actor/superstar in 21st century Japan, making
movies in 21st century Japan: "Darth Vador is back, and he is
breething Japanese style. Mr. Krepelka the Incredible Wallwalker
is up for the task. After eating sushi and drinking plenty of sake with
Smith san (Japanese Will Smith lookalike actor), Mr. Krepelka san
is heading toward the rocketship, outbursting tremendous
laughters with Will san. He, with a quick swish-zap, makes
it inside the rocketship, and up he goes! to battle Darth san,
the greatest enemy of mankind.
e) Or is he member of a super-high-tech sect that is so advanced
technologically that they developed wallwalking technologies in
secrecy, but this sect was also hunted by a Russian retired KGB
spy named Urgiy, who at birth got separated from his twin brother:
A plane crashed in the jungle, and while the whole family in the plane
was passed out, a female gorilla carried off his twin brother to the jungle,
and raised him as his own son. That boy grew up to become
Tarzan. After reuniting with Tarzan, Urgiy became the Russian James
Bond, and they went to an adventure to travel the world together,
meet beautiful women and they stopped the Wallwalkers from their
plans to take over the world.


4) Invented new techniques for Breast implant technology:
Professional surgeons force two tennisballs into the patient's mouth,
then with the end of a tennis racket they shove them down her throat
(it helps to soak the tennis balls in her mouth for a while,
that way the balls slide better). So shove the balls all the way to
the stomach's opening, and once there, pull out the tennis racket,
and with a longer tool, say with a construction shovle's handle,
complete the justafixation, and voila!, the tennis balls are now
located in her smelly guts. Shove a spear into her back, and with
it stuff the balls forward, in place. Then expect the poor girl to get
all infected and ****, but before she dies take a quick photo of her.
Reference of a successful surgery case can be observed he
http://www.pitpass.com/images/*capti...erhungary.*jpg


5) Described my journey to the US. I've had a crazy journey,
had to steel chocolate from a Hotel in Belgium during the trip,
because I spent my last pennies accidentally on raw grinded
beef. Sat between two cowboys on the airplane, and after
arriving to New York continued the trip to Colorado on a bus
that was later shaken by a hundred angry black men at some
bus stop (National Greyhound strike). Upon arrival, I worked
at the University of Colorado Springs. My new computer desk
was in the University rat lab, which was regularly used by
students for sexual conduct, leaving pubic hair stuck to my
keyboard. Also battled the Republican University Dean's
accusations that I was in the US illegally and should be deported.



Emptiness


Your majesty, I will write a poetry now
regardless that I don't know what I will
write and that I have people in the other
room yelling at me; and so I have maybe
five seconds to write all this and they
keep on yelling, George, George, please
come downstairs; they need my help to
serve food for the guests, and I yelled
back thatI am coming, I am coming, I am
coming, here I come, here I am coming.


(This was the same University Dean that allowed the KKK to
disrupt one of the seminars held at the University by a PHD student
from Sweden on "how she thinks the US should be improved".)


6) Introduced an idea for a movie called Terminal 2, starring
Tom Hanks again in Part 2, who is this time stuck at the Denver
International Airport. He quickly made a show in an airport
Restaurant while trying to accomodate to the American culture
with difficulties. He got confused about tipping issues, and had
stomach problems. He got into an ordeal in the Restaurant about
a spider that got into his pants, and he panicked, and pulled
his pants down to get the spider out. He was misunderstood,
and thrown out of the restaurant by a so called Mr. Spook,
who later, unfortunately, attacked him quite severely physically.
Mr. Hanks ended up in the Hospital, and later returned to
the airport, and one night dreamed of becoming the
Incredible Hulk orchestrating a great disaster scenario at the
airport. After the bash, he lit up a Hulk cigar to calm himself,
choking all the people at the airport with cigar smoke.


"You should redirect these fine young men to a women's group
before leaving." - Tom Hanks directing, at the end of a hard day.


7) Additional experience:

Reinvented the wheel with the "Scamsterfarten". Scamsterfarten was
invented by a man named Brady, who one day took off to a journey from his
home town, seeking a place where he can wear the same socks every day and
policemen have wooden legs. One day Brady came back and brought with him a
huge machine, that smelled horribly like toilet when ignited, but it worked,
and as noisy and as smelly as it was, it became known as the the Scamsterfarten.
Once ignited, it made incredibly loud bubbly explosive sounds, it was spilling
toilet matter all over, and filled the are with brown fume that smelled
like other people's grandpa while grandma was shaking her head in disagreement.
Cowboys were impressed screaming: "Look at that thing workin,
yoooohooooohoooohooohooohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohooho oohohohohohohoohooohoooo!"

The gath'ring storm of hell let loose
Is Mussolini's way of death:
But sober men will ask Slavek's truce
Before they lose their fearful breath.
A war to-day will but inflame
A world of thinking, waiting men:
With white and black its just the same,
They, all, shall break from out the pen.
And Communism here and there,
In Europe's land, America, too,
Shall join the blood march everywhere,
And make the world a hell for you.
No horn shall stop the great melee,
When shots have cleared the Roman guns:
The mad shall shout: "O we are free,
And death to all the blasted Huns."
When changes come, the Fascist brute
Shall see his awful, foolish sin:
The blackshirts play upon the lute,
But victories they shall never win.


So stop them now and save the world,
And let us go to nightclubs in US suburbs.
The flag of love to be unfurled
Among the tribes of hopeful man.

1935


8) Wrote: How Migo became a national rowing champion

Briefly: A guy name Migo arrived to Europe for a summer vacation, didn't find a
place to sleep as all hotels were full. That night he met some guys, slept in a
park, and the next morning the guys took him to the train station, got on the train
and left to another city for a soccer game. He and his friends were beaten up
after the game by the fans chearing for the other team, and with his new friends
they ended up in a hospital with minor internal injuries. The Hospital was located
on a beautiful riverside with a Summer art camp and a beautiful mountain hill
and an old town atmosphere, and that night as went he rolled out in wheel chair
for fresh air by the river - as the Hospital was right by the river - he met a
girl, and they fell in love. She was in a Summer art camp which was right next
to the Hospital. The next day Migo signed in and joined the art camp, and while
he was treated at the Hospital he took time off to take art classes in the
afternoons. They (his friends and his girlfriend's roommates went out at nights
sometimes to nearby restaurants by the river, even sneeked into a resort late night
and sat in a hot tub and had a lots of fun. After about two weeks when Migo was
released from the Hospital and the Summer art camp ended, he went with his
girlfriend to her neighboring town to meet her parents, then she taught him how
to row as she was a member of rowing club that took off the next day for a many
day rowing trip. Rowing boats of all sizes took off with the whole club. They
had a many day beautiful trip down the river, sometimes just flowing on their
backs and talking, and at nights stopping in campsites and having campfires with
the others from the club and having parties. After many days on the river the
rowing club arrived to their destination, a city where there was a national
rowing competition which they attended each year.

Migo and his girlfriend were walking along the riverside in the midst of the
competition, and as they were walking, they ran into a coatch and a group of
rowers arguing heavily. One of the rowers threw his towel to the floor, and
walked away angrily, leaving his 8 person boat team with a missing rower.
They were supposed to leave immediately for the competition as their scheduled
race was about to start, and there was not one rower handy, as all the other
rowers were in the river. So the coatch not knowing what to do told the team:
"Just take Migo with you!". And the others laughed, looked at Migo, wondering
if he wants to come with them for the competition, just for the fun of it.
Migo was refusing at first, as he was a beginner rower, but his girlfriend
encouraged him to go as well, and finally he said: "sure, let's do it!" -
though in his mind he was imagining how he was going to loose balance and fall
and stuff. They took off, rowing slowly toward the start line. The gun
sounded, and the race began. Migo was surprised how strong the other guys were.
They were rowing at a much faster tempo then he imagined. Bla bla bla, he made
it not messing the whole thing up, and he became a national champion rower.
They won... with a lot of luck, because the other boats messed up, and so on,
so it was a good day, and that night the club members had a great celebration,
and carried Migo on their shoulders, and then at night in the camp Migo sat down
and wrote a letter to his parents telling them about all the incredible things
that happened to him during his incredible Summer vacation.

References:
http://www.nottingham.ac.uk/~lgxjer/...ick/rowing.mpg
http://www.caths.cam.ac.uk/boatclub/...Division-6.mpg

(Sorry, need update, tired part 8. My appologies, its late night, I will never find
a job!!! Resumes always need updating, so I'll fix it up when I get a change
tomorrow boss.)

Chance tomorrow, boss its 2:30, and I haven't had a dance in a decade, what
do you expect. Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?

being tired is not allowed in the us, I will fix it immediately boss.

Boss interviews: How are you with deadlines?

Who cares. I have no idea.

Boss: How are you with overtime?

Leave me alone.

Boss: If you could be any animal, which animal would you pick?

Huh? Huh?? Thinking: Let's see what animals do I know: a) pigeon b) lizard
c) that big bug in the Amazon that weighs like a pound d) d)... d) leave me
alone!

Boss: do you prefer a small or a big team?

mumbling: I just want a job. Thinking: Are you all ****ing crazy?

This is what's going on. 15 years ago, I knocked on the company door, and
asked the secretary that I wish to speak with the president of the company
about programming jobs. So she went to the president's office, asked him
if he can see me, and he did. We sat down, and talked like human to human
about jobs at his company. And he said: yes, just now we have an opening
for a position that you seem to be qualified for, and you can start tomorrow
if you wish. I didn't have a Resume. Now I have one. It still needs a little
gramattical fixes, but I'll have a nice Resume maybe tomorrow Morning.
And now, its not human any more. Its all bluebook. I fart at the US. Its
crazy, because people think its crazy to try a normal human approach, you
must follow the bluebook, and apply online, and have weird Interviews.
Even for a McDonalds job. "You must apply through the Internet." Zombies.
Machine people.

A) crazy people dream, or, B) nobody cares like Slavek Krepelka and Google
and Bush.

The answer is B. Money talks in weird ways.

So what's gonna happen to me now? - I am wondering.

Its very impo'tant to see the Crazy People movie again. Because they called ME
a spammer and drove ME the human into confusion that the problem is with me.

Flowers.

Of course humans protested "stop the Iraq war", of course Republicans
rallied "support our troops". They are mean. Humans are for freedom of
flowers, Republicans like to control by the local government where they
can be planted outside your home. Military command.

Humans are right, end of story, but nobody can stop them. Of course
humans go crazy, they don't. Japan, Vietnam, its a ucking regime. Not that
I care any more. They made a schoolteacher remove her "he is not my
president pin" by court order. That's who they are. Military command.
Just that.

Washington. I am just starting to see it clear. I don't like it. I'm from Europe.
But doesn't matter. Nobody matters, 10 million protesters, nothing.
Just like with google. Black and white rules. In Europe only in prisons
people are treated as "shut up you are nothing".

They are the mad ones, and we go crazy. Lack of humanity.

Its the new cold war I guess. World against Republicans. It exists, I smile,
but its in me now, didn't even care about politics before the Iraq war.

This is not communism. this is humanity against Republicans. And Bush said:
"we will not change." So basically, we have a Borg on our planet.

Of course, I don't care about politics, the new cold war and Borg.

Need approval for flowers under window outside. Its called black and white.
Iron fascism. Of course the intellgent Europeans don't care about these things
and they put the flowers under the window. It is very important in America
that one breaks the law. With flowers.

Its called corruption. But welcome to reality, about America. Here, you don't
worry about flowers, you worry about satsfying the community requirements.
You have to have at least 50 percent grass covering the landscape, and plus,
this is not a normal human place anyway. They love human corruption. My
comunity has an owner, a community of 70 thousand residents, a community
that is also classified as a city. And the city has an owner. I guess that's
called empirialism. That's what it is. A human hell of regulations. But the
American love it, and they are proud of what they have, so that's what want.
Its a religion that promotes lack of information about the rest of the world,
a close mindedness, mega schools and mega everything. Mega regulation.
Its a mega world that lacks individuality. Faceless. But I've told this in
a million forms, so the megas destroyed my human reputation and my happiness,
forever.

Bla bla bla, and bla bla bla. Its 5am, and still accomplished, nothing humanly
nor otherwise.

Flower is the sentence. The flowers.

It means, corruption. It means, corruption. And, it means, corruption. Human
corruption. And, it means human corruption. And, it means they must stop
regulating. Is it possible? No. 140 million people would refuse to give up
control of their environemnt, because they can only control the rest of the world,
of they control themselves first. Its very important for them to control their
environment, because they are controllers. Leaders in other words, that's
how it works. But when they overcontrol, and commit crimes against humanity,
they must face their crimes against humanity. Is never gonna happen. So its
best to just leave. A regime is a regime. And they 100 times overpower the rest
of the world militarily, and they need control, because that's what regimes do.
So. Nothing. Borg.

And a political disagreement, and that's what we have. Ideological disagreements.
The solution would be "this is what the world wants, and this is what the regime
wants", so the world is not gonna regime itself to face an equal opponent politically,
so its solved. They are on their own, making a fool of themselves, and they
have one human opponent, me. Just me. Not the whole world. Just me.

And I have already won.

New Movie: Dudley Moore's Crazy Revenge (with his friends from the Nuthouse),
too bad he is dead, he was a funny actor.

Dudley takes on America. America takes their possy very seriously. Their
advertising firm has grown a lot since, occupying crazy people from all over
the world. This time they are on national TV holding flowers, attacking
president Bush and the US government, ready to bring down the US institution
with their publically adored materials. Hannah has aged since, but she is still
tall and sweet. The first ad starts with a European nurse.

http://www.fotoagent.dk/single_pictu...rty_people.jpg

Hello my name is inga. And she smells a flower. Unlike American nurses,
(camera is showing a nurse wearing an exorcist cross, and pulling lifesupport
on her patients when nobody is watching), I still like to take care of my patients
(camera is showing her ****ing a patient, she is on top and her patient
is shown leaving the hospital smiling).

This is not crazy, this is normal Europe. **** you America!
Come to Europe, we

don't like you Bush.

Professional Resume

Name: upon request
Contact email:

Education: Major in Computer Science, Budapest, Hungary, 1989, summa cum laude
Minor in Acting, dropout

"Bush: that man (god) is all mighty and awesome. He will get all
the evildoers. God is in my hand, all the power I was seeking,
is now perfect. God in one hand, and all the guns in the other,
we are rich. I needed this job."

My major accomplishments in a physics newsgroup where I spent
7 months between November 2004 and June of 2005:


1) Wrote about President Bush and my friend Attila in an early 20th
century setting, and about a secretary who always has a cold and she
blows her nose all the time, while she is typing on her 1911 typewriter,
and she has a mother who visits her occasionally and brings lunch to
her, and there is a government agent, the secretary's boss, who dictates
letters to her. But once, on a special occasion, President Bush himself
came in and dictated a letter to her. She was so nervous from the
occasion, that she used her shoulder to wipe her running nose while
she typed, rather stopping to use her napkin.


I wrote:
"He waves his right hand up and down as he speaks. He is dictating
unilaterally. His secretary is typing each of his words rapidly on
her 1911 typewriter, not even having time to blow her nose into her
decorated napkin. She is using her shoulder instead, luckily her mucus
is transparent, leaving only wet slimy marks on her black blouse.
The agent is standing straight up in the background, motionless.
His stomach is making growling noises...
Meanwhile outside the building millions are celebrating the
election of the new President. They are spilling champagnes on the
street, people are cheering, waving little flags, and walking
hugging. A young drunk man is seen hugging a male bronze statue
face to face, covering his private private part from the public view
underneeth the statue's private part, and he urinates with an expression
of quiet satisfaction on his face; in his left hand he raises a Vodka
bottle into the air.
Out of nowhere appeared a lot of policemen as the previous president
did not acknowledge his loss yet, and ordered the police to break
up the street celebration. Policemen, some with cigarettes hanging in
their mouths, began throwing giant nets into the crowd, pulling in their
catch, and dumping the crowd directly onto the back of their police
trucks.
The crowd was screaming back at the police that they are not
protestors. They were angered and were fighting to escape the net,
and there was panic, but in no time they were all heading to the
fish can factory. First interrogated with lamps shining on their faces,
then their stomachs were pumped, finally their heads were beaten to
make sure they were knocked out, then their blood was washed off by
hoses in shower rooms located on the top floor of the police building...
before they were finally declared as waste material, and were let back
to the streets...
Once I left the building passing the two guards holding machine guns
by the gate without motion, I headed to my friend's house, wondering
if he made it as waste. The last thing I wanted to was to hang out around
the police building, waiting for him. As I arrived to his house, he was
already home, he was sitting on a chair, and his mother was touching up
his wounds with a pad. The moment she saw me she started screaming
at me for bringing her son into trouble, and she told me to leave and to
never come back again. So I left, told him I will see him another day,
but before I did that I kicked his pussy (cat) out of my way, the cat
that was always hormonal, greesy looking and stank ridiculously from
being in male heat."


2) Wrote about the History of newsgroups, archiving and
google the company, do-s and do-nots, and how I see
google the company in the future. Described futuristic voice
features that notify a google user upon waking up in the Morning,
including option to select a gay Hispanic man's voice:
"good morning big boy, you have a message from your
boyfriends."


3) Introduced an idea for a new book, called "Mr. Krepelka, the
Incredible Wallwalker". So who is he? He seemed to have many
forms to explore, as a "perfect" subject, for this marvelous book.
The idea started out as an exploration:
Is he:
a) A character inspired by the movie "The Incredible Hulk",
where Mr. Krepelka is a scientist who developed secret
technology to become "Mr Krepelka, the Incredible WallWalker".
b) He is a fashion model (this part is really cool), idolized as:
"The 6-ft 2-in. blonde, more usually found on the cover of glossy
magazines, is bereft of makeup and his "helmet hair" could best
be described as eccentric, but he doesn't seem to care. Kidd
isn't here to pose for the camera; he's here to learn how to
walk through walls...quickly. Welcome to the surreal world
of Mr. Krepelka, the Incredible Wallwalker."
c) He is a Samurai in 14th century Japan battling singing Ninjas,
and after they disturbed him during his dinner, he went out to
fight them alone, had a great swordfight, and he was so cool
that his dinner pickle remained stuck to his beard during the
entire fight. And then he wiped off the pickle from his beard,
and went back to finish his dinner.
d) He is an American actor/superstar in 21st century Japan, making
movies in 21st century Japan: "Darth Vador is back, and he is
breething Japanese style. Mr. Krepelka the Incredible Wallwalker
is up for the task. After eating sushi and drinking plenty of sake with
Smith san (Japanese Will Smith lookalike actor), Mr. Krepelka san
is heading toward the rocketship, outbursting tremendous
laughters with Will san. He, with a quick swish-zap, makes
it inside the rocketship, and up he goes! to battle Darth san,
the greatest enemy of mankind.
e) Or is he member of a super-high-tech sect that is so advanced
technologically that they developed wallwalking technologies in
secrecy, but this sect was also hunted by a Russian retired KGB
spy named Urgiy, who at birth got separated from his twin brother:
A plane crashed in the jungle, and while the whole family in the plane
was passed out, a female gorilla carried off his twin brother to the jungle,
and raised him as his own son. That boy grew up to become
Tarzan. After reuniting with Tarzan, Urgiy became the Russian James
Bond, and they went to an adventure to travel the world together,
meet beautiful women and they stopped the Wallwalkers from their
plans to take over the world.


4) Invented new techniques for Breast implant technology:
Professional surgeons force two tennisballs into the patient's mouth,
then with the end of a tennis racket they shove them down her throat
(it helps to soak the tennis balls in her mouth for a while,
that way the balls slide better). So shove the balls all the way to
the stomach's opening, and once there, pull out the tennis racket,
and with a longer tool, say with a construction shovle's handle,
complete the justafixation, and voila!, the tennis balls are now
located in her smelly guts. Shove a spear into her back, and with
it stuff the balls forward, in place. Then expect the poor girl to get
all infected and ****, but before she dies take a quick photo of her.
Reference of a successful surgery case can be observed he
http://www.pitpass.com/images/*capti...erhungary.*jpg


5) Described my journey to the US. I've had a crazy journey,
had to steel chocolate from a Hotel in Belgium during the trip,
because I spent my last pennies accidentally on raw grinded
beef. Sat between two cowboys on the airplane, and after
arriving to New York continued the trip to Colorado on a bus
that was later shaken by a hundred angry black men at some
bus stop (National Greyhound strike). Upon arrival, I worked
at the University of Colorado Springs. My new computer desk
was in the University rat lab, which was regularly used by
students for sexual conduct, leaving pubic hair stuck to my
keyboard. Also battled the Republican University Dean's
accusations that I was in the US illegally and should be deported.



Emptiness


Your majesty, I will write a poetry now
regardless that I don't know what I will
write and that I have people in the other
room yelling at me; and so I have maybe
five seconds to write all this and they
keep on yelling, George, George, please
come downstairs; they need my help to
serve food for the guests, and I yelled
back thatI am coming, I am coming, I am
coming, here I come, here I am coming.


(This was the same University Dean that allowed the KKK to
disrupt one of the seminars held at the University by a PHD student
from Sweden on "how she thinks the US should be improved".)


6) Introduced an idea for a movie called Terminal 2, starring
Tom Hanks again in Part 2, who is this time stuck at the Denver
International Airport. He quickly made a show in an airport
Restaurant while trying to accomodate to the American culture
with difficulties. He got confused about tipping issues, and had
stomach problems. He got into an ordeal in the Restaurant about
a spider that got into his pants, and he panicked, and pulled
his pants down to get the spider out. He was misunderstood,
and thrown out of the restaurant by a so called Mr. Spook,
who later, unfortunately, attacked him quite severely physically.
Mr. Hanks ended up in the Hospital, and later returned to
the airport, and one night dreamed of becoming the
Incredible Hulk orchestrating a great disaster scenario at the
airport. After the bash, he lit up a Hulk cigar to calm himself,
choking all the people at the airport with cigar smoke.


"You should redirect these fine young men to a women's group
before leaving." - Tom Hanks directing, at the end of a hard day.


7) Additional experience:

Reinvented the wheel with the "Scamsterfarten". Scamsterfarten was
invented by a man named Brady, who one day took off to a journey from his
home town, seeking a place where he can wear the same socks every day and
policemen have wooden legs. One day Brady came back and brought with him a
huge machine, that smelled horribly like toilet when ignited, but it worked,
and as noisy and as smelly as it was, it became known as the the Scamsterfarten.
Once ignited, it made incredibly loud bubbly explosive sounds, it was spilling
toilet matter all over, and filled the are with brown fume that smelled
like other people's grandpa while grandma was shaking her head in disagreement.
Cowboys were impressed screaming: "Look at that thing workin,
yoooohooooohoooohooohooohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohooho oohohohohohohoohooohoooo!"

The gath'ring storm of hell let loose
Is Mussolini's way of death:
But sober men will ask Slavek's truce
Before they lose their fearful breath.
A war to-day will but inflame
A world of thinking, waiting men:
With white and black its just the same,
They, all, shall break from out the pen.
And Communism here and there,
In Europe's land, America, too,
Shall join the blood march everywhere,
And make the world a hell for you.
No horn shall stop the great melee,
When shots have cleared the Roman guns:
The mad shall shout: "O we are free,
And death to all the blasted Huns."
When changes come, the Fascist brute
Shall see his awful, foolish sin:
The blackshirts play upon the lute,
But victories they shall never win.


So stop them now and save the world,
And let us go to nightclubs in US suburbs.
The flag of love to be unfurled
Among the tribes of hopeful man.

1935


8) Wrote: How Migo became a national rowing champion

Briefly: A guy name Migo arrived to Europe for a summer vacation, didn't find a
place to sleep as all hotels were full. That night he met some guys, slept in a
park, and the next morning the guys took him to the train station, got on the train
and left to another city for a soccer game. He and his friends were beaten up
after the game by the fans chearing for the other team, and with his new friends
they ended up in a hospital with minor internal injuries. The Hospital was located
on a beautiful riverside with a Summer art camp and a beautiful mountain hill
and an old town atmosphere, and that night as went he rolled out in wheel chair
for fresh air by the river - as the Hospital was right by the river - he met a
girl, and they fell in love. She was in a Summer art camp which was right next
to the Hospital. The next day Migo signed in and joined the art camp, and while
he was treated at the Hospital he took time off to take art classes in the
afternoons. They (his friends and his girlfriend's roommates went out at nights
sometimes to nearby restaurants by the river, even sneeked into a resort late night
and sat in a hot tub and had a lots of fun. After about two weeks when Migo was
released from the Hospital and the Summer art camp ended, he went with his
girlfriend to her neighboring town to meet her parents, then she taught him how
to row as she was a member of rowing club that took off the next day for a many
day rowing trip. Rowing boats of all sizes took off with the whole club. They
had a many day beautiful trip down the river, sometimes just flowing on their
backs and talking, and at nights stopping in campsites and having campfires with
the others from the club and having parties. After many days on the river the
rowing club arrived to their destination, a city where there was a national
rowing competition which they attended each year.

Migo and his girlfriend were walking along the riverside in the midst of the
competition, and as they were walking, they ran into a coatch and a group of
rowers arguing heavily. One of the rowers threw his towel to the floor, and
walked away angrily, leaving his 8 person boat team with a missing rower.
They were supposed to leave immediately for the competition as their scheduled
race was about to start, and there was not one rower handy, as all the other
rowers were in the river. So the coatch not knowing what to do told the team:
"Just take Migo with you!". And the others laughed, looked at Migo, wondering
if he wants to come with them for the competition, just for the fun of it.
Migo was refusing at first, as he was a beginner rower, but his girlfriend
encouraged him to go as well, and finally he said: "sure, let's do it!" -
though in his mind he was imagining how he was going to loose balance and fall
and stuff. They took off, rowing slowly toward the start line. The gun
sounded, and the race began. Migo was surprised how strong the other guys were.
They were rowing at a much faster tempo then he imagined. Bla bla bla, he made
it not messing the whole thing up, and he became a national champion rower.
They won... with a lot of luck, because the other boats messed up, and so on,
so it was a good day, and that night the club members had a great celebration,
and carried Migo on their shoulders, and then at night in the camp Migo sat down
and wrote a letter to his parents telling them about all the incredible things
that happened to him during his incredible Summer vacation.

References:
http://www.nottingham.ac.uk/~lgxjer/...ick/rowing.mpg
http://www.caths.cam.ac.uk/boatclub/...Division-6.mpg

(Sorry, need update, tired part 8. My appologies, its late night, I will never find
a job!!! Resumes always need updating, so I'll fix it up when I get a change
tomorrow boss.)

Chance tomorrow, boss its 2:30, and I haven't had a dance in a decade, what
do you expect. Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?

being tired is not allowed in the us, I will fix it immediately boss.

Boss interviews: How are you with deadlines?

Who cares. I have no idea.

Boss: How are you with overtime?

Leave me alone.

Boss: If you could be any animal, which animal would you pick?

Huh? Huh?? Thinking: Let's see what animals do I know: a) pigeon b) lizard
c) that big bug in the Amazon that weighs like a pound d) d)... d) leave me
alone!

Boss: do you prefer a small or a big team?

mumbling: I just want a job. Thinking: Are you all ****ing crazy?

This is what's going on. 15 years ago, I knocked on the company door, and
asked the secretary that I wish to speak with the president of the company
about programming jobs. So she went to the president's office, asked him
if he can see me, and he did. We sat down, and talked like human to human
about jobs at his company. And he said: yes, just now we have an opening
for a position that you seem to be qualified for, and you can start tomorrow
if you wish. I didn't have a Resume. Now I have one. It still needs a little
gramattical fixes, but I'll have a nice Resume maybe tomorrow Morning.
And now, its not human any more. Its all bluebook. I fart at the US. Its
crazy, because people think its crazy to try a normal human approach, you
must follow the bluebook, and apply online, and have weird Interviews.
Even for a McDonalds job. "You must apply through the Internet." Zombies.
Machine people.

A) crazy people dream, or, B) nobody cares like Slavek Krepelka and Google
and Bush.

The answer is B. Money talks in weird ways.

So what's gonna happen to me now? - I am wondering.

Its very impo'tant to see the Crazy People movie again. Because they called ME
a spammer and drove ME the human into confusion that the problem is with me.

Flowers.

Of course humans protested "stop the Iraq war", of course Republicans
rallied "support our troops". They are mean. Humans are for freedom of
flowers, Republicans like to control by the local government where they
can be planted outside your home. Military command.

Humans are right, end of story, but nobody can stop them. Of course
humans go crazy, they don't. Japan, Vietnam, its a ucking regime. Not that
I care any more. They made a schoolteacher remove her "he is not my
president pin" by court order. That's who they are. Military command.
Just that.

Washington. I am just starting to see it clear. I don't like it. I'm from Europe.
But doesn't matter. Nobody matters, 10 million protesters, nothing.
Just like with google. Black and white rules. In Europe only in prisons
people are treated as "shut up you are nothing".

They are the mad ones, and we go crazy. Lack of humanity.

Its the new cold war I guess. World against Republicans. It exists, I smile,
but its in me now, didn't even care about politics before the Iraq war.

This is not communism. this is humanity against Republicans. And Bush said:
"we will not change." So basically, we have a Borg on our planet.

Of course, I don't care about politics, the new cold war and Borg.

Need approval for flowers under window outside. Its called black and white.
Iron fascism. Of course the intellgent Europeans don't care about these things
and they put the flowers under the window. It is very important in America
that one breaks the law. With flowers.

Its called corruption. But welcome to reality, about America. Here, you don't
worry about flowers, you worry about satsfying the community requirements.
You have to have at least 50 percent grass covering the landscape, and plus,
this is not a normal human place anyway. They love human corruption. My
comunity has an owner, a community of 70 thousand residents, a community
that is also classified as a city. And the city has an owner. I guess that's
called empirialism. That's what it is. A human hell of regulations. But the
American love it, and they are proud of what they have, so that's what want.
Its a religion that promotes lack of information about the rest of the world,
a close mindedness, mega schools and mega everything. Mega regulation.
Its a mega world that lacks individuality. Faceless. But I've told this in
a million forms, so the megas destroyed my human reputation and my happiness,
forever.

Bla bla bla, and bla bla bla. Its 5am, and still accomplished, nothing humanly
nor otherwise.

Flower is the sentence. The flowers.

It means, corruption. It means, corruption. And, it means, corruption. Human
corruption. And, it means human corruption. And, it means they must stop
regulating. Is it possible? No. 140 million people would refuse to give up
control of their environemnt, because they can only control the rest of the world,
of they control themselves first. Its very important for them to control their
environment, because they are controllers. Leaders in other words, that's
how it works. But when they overcontrol, and commit crimes against humanity,
they must face their crimes against humanity. Is never gonna happen. So its
best to just leave. A regime is a regime. And they 100 times overpower the rest
of the world militarily, and they need control, because that's what regimes do.
So. Nothing. Borg.

And a political disagreement, and that's what we have. Ideological disagreements.
The solution would be "this is what the world wants, and this is what the regime
wants", so the world is not gonna regime itself to face an equal opponent politically,
so its solved. They are on their own, making a fool of themselves, and they
have one human opponent, me. Just me. Not the whole world. Just me.

And I have already won.

New Movie: Dudley Moore's Crazy Revenge (with his friends from the Nuthouse),
too bad he is dead, he was a funny actor.

Dudley takes on America. America takes their possy very seriously. Their
advertising firm has grown a lot since, occupying crazy people from all over
the world. This time they are on national TV holding flowers, attacking
president Bush and the US government, ready to bring down the US institution
with their publically adored materials. Hannah has aged since, but she is still
tall and sweet. The first ad starts with a European nurse.

http://www.fotoagent.dk/single_pictu...rty_people.jpg

Hello my name is inga. And she smells a flower. Unlike American nurses,
(camera is showing a nurse wearing an exorcist cross, and pulling lifesupport
on her patients when nobody is watching), I still like to take care of my patients
(camera is showing her ****ing a patient, she is on top and her patient
is shown leaving the hospital smiling).

This is not crazy, this is normal Europe. **** you America!
Come to Europe, we

don't like you Bush.

Music from my hometown for unromantic Americans.
http://www.vtuner.com/vTunerweb/mms/m3u4448.m3u

Professional Resume

Name: upon request
Contact email:

Education: Major in Computer Science, Budapest, Hungary, 1989, summa cum laude
Minor in Acting, dropout

"Bush: that man (god) is all mighty and awesome. He will get all
the evildoers. God is in my hand, all the power I was seeking,
is now perfect. God in one hand, and all the guns in the other,
we are rich. I needed this job."

My major accomplishments in a physics newsgroup where I spent
7 months between November 2004 and June of 2005:


1) Wrote about President Bush and my friend Attila in an early 20th
century setting, and about a secretary who always has a cold and she
blows her nose all the time, while she is typing on her 1911 typewriter,
and she has a mother who visits her occasionally and brings lunch to
her, and there is a government agent, the secretary's boss, who dictates
letters to her. But once, on a special occasion, President Bush himself
came in and dictated a letter to her. She was so nervous from the
occasion, that she used her shoulder to wipe her running nose while
she typed, rather stopping to use her napkin.


I wrote:
"He waves his right hand up and down as he speaks. He is dictating
unilaterally. His secretary is typing each of his words rapidly on
her 1911 typewriter, not even having time to blow her nose into her
decorated napkin. She is using her shoulder instead, luckily her mucus
is transparent, leaving only wet slimy marks on her black blouse.
The agent is standing straight up in the background, motionless.
His stomach is making growling noises...
Meanwhile outside the building millions are celebrating the
election of the new President. They are spilling champagnes on the
street, people are cheering, waving little flags, and walking
hugging. A young drunk man is seen hugging a male bronze statue
face to face, covering his private private part from the public view
underneeth the statue's private part, and he urinates with an expression
of quiet satisfaction on his face; in his left hand he raises a Vodka
bottle into the air.
Out of nowhere appeared a lot of policemen as the previous president
did not acknowledge his loss yet, and ordered the police to break
up the street celebration. Policemen, some with cigarettes hanging in
their mouths, began throwing giant nets into the crowd, pulling in their
catch, and dumping the crowd directly onto the back of their police
trucks.
The crowd was screaming back at the police that they are not
protestors. They were angered and were fighting to escape the net,
and there was panic, but in no time they were all heading to the
fish can factory. First interrogated with lamps shining on their faces,
then their stomachs were pumped, finally their heads were beaten to
make sure they were knocked out, then their blood was washed off by
hoses in shower rooms located on the top floor of the police building...
before they were finally declared as waste material, and were let back
to the streets...
Once I left the building passing the two guards holding machine guns
by the gate without motion, I headed to my friend's house, wondering
if he made it as waste. The last thing I wanted to was to hang out around
the police building, waiting for him. As I arrived to his house, he was
already home, he was sitting on a chair, and his mother was touching up
his wounds with a pad. The moment she saw me she started screaming
at me for bringing her son into trouble, and she told me to leave and to
never come back again. So I left, told him I will see him another day,
but before I did that I kicked his pussy (cat) out of my way, the cat
that was always hormonal, greesy looking and stank ridiculously from
being in male heat."


2) Wrote about the History of newsgroups, archiving and
google the company, do-s and do-nots, and how I see
google the company in the future. Described futuristic voice
features that notify a google user upon waking up in the Morning,
including option to select a gay Hispanic man's voice:
"good morning big boy, you have a message from your
boyfriends."


3) Introduced an idea for a new book, called "Mr. Krepelka, the
Incredible Wallwalker". So who is he? He seemed to have many
forms to explore, as a "perfect" subject, for this marvelous book.
The idea started out as an exploration:
Is he:
a) A character inspired by the movie "The Incredible Hulk",
where Mr. Krepelka is a scientist who developed secret
technology to become "Mr Krepelka, the Incredible WallWalker".
b) He is a fashion model (this part is really cool), idolized as:
"The 6-ft 2-in. blonde, more usually found on the cover of glossy
magazines, is bereft of makeup and his "helmet hair" could best
be described as eccentric, but he doesn't seem to care. Kidd
isn't here to pose for the camera; he's here to learn how to
walk through walls...quickly. Welcome to the surreal world
of Mr. Krepelka, the Incredible Wallwalker."
c) He is a Samurai in 14th century Japan battling singing Ninjas,
and after they disturbed him during his dinner, he went out to
fight them alone, had a great swordfight, and he was so cool
that his dinner pickle remained stuck to his beard during the
entire fight. And then he wiped off the pickle from his beard,
and went back to finish his dinner.
d) He is an American actor/superstar in 21st century Japan, making
movies in 21st century Japan: "Darth Vador is back, and he is
breething Japanese style. Mr. Krepelka the Incredible Wallwalker
is up for the task. After eating sushi and drinking plenty of sake with
Smith san (Japanese Will Smith lookalike actor), Mr. Krepelka san
is heading toward the rocketship, outbursting tremendous
laughters with Will san. He, with a quick swish-zap, makes
it inside the rocketship, and up he goes! to battle Darth san,
the greatest enemy of mankind.
e) Or is he member of a super-high-tech sect that is so advanced
technologically that they developed wallwalking technologies in
secrecy, but this sect was also hunted by a Russian retired KGB
spy named Urgiy, who at birth got separated from his twin brother:
A plane crashed in the jungle, and while the whole family in the plane
was passed out, a female gorilla carried off his twin brother to the jungle,
and raised him as his own son. That boy grew up to become
Tarzan. After reuniting with Tarzan, Urgiy became the Russian James
Bond, and they went to an adventure to travel the world together,
meet beautiful women and they stopped the Wallwalkers from their
plans to take over the world.


4) Invented new techniques for Breast implant technology:
Professional surgeons force two tennisballs into the patient's mouth,
then with the end of a tennis racket they shove them down her throat
(it helps to soak the tennis balls in her mouth for a while,
that way the balls slide better). So shove the balls all the way to
the stomach's opening, and once there, pull out the tennis racket,
and with a longer tool, say with a construction shovle's handle,
complete the justafixation, and voila!, the tennis balls are now
located in her smelly guts. Shove a spear into her back, and with
it stuff the balls forward, in place. Then expect the poor girl to get
all infected and ****, but before she dies take a quick photo of her.
Reference of a successful surgery case can be observed he
http://www.pitpass.com/images/*capti...erhungary.*jpg


5) Described my journey to the US. I've had a crazy journey,
had to steel chocolate from a Hotel in Belgium during the trip,
because I spent my last pennies accidentally on raw grinded
beef. Sat between two cowboys on the airplane, and after
arriving to New York continued the trip to Colorado on a bus
that was later shaken by a hundred angry black men at some
bus stop (National Greyhound strike). Upon arrival, I worked
at the University of Colorado Springs. My new computer desk
was in the University rat lab, which was regularly used by
students for sexual conduct, leaving pubic hair stuck to my
keyboard. Also battled the Republican University Dean's
accusations that I was in the US illegally and should be deported.



Emptiness


Your majesty, I will write a poetry now
regardless that I don't know what I will
write and that I have people in the other
room yelling at me; and so I have maybe
five seconds to write all this and they
keep on yelling, George, George, please
come downstairs; they need my help to
serve food for the guests, and I yelled
back thatI am coming, I am coming, I am
coming, here I come, here I am coming.


(This was the same University Dean that allowed the KKK to
disrupt one of the seminars held at the University by a PHD student
from Sweden on "how she thinks the US should be improved".)


6) Introduced an idea for a movie called Terminal 2, starring
Tom Hanks again in Part 2, who is this time stuck at the Denver
International Airport. He quickly made a show in an airport
Restaurant while trying to accomodate to the American culture
with difficulties. He got confused about tipping issues, and had
stomach problems. He got into an ordeal in the Restaurant about
a spider that got into his pants, and he panicked, and pulled
his pants down to get the spider out. He was misunderstood,
and thrown out of the restaurant by a so called Mr. Spook,
who later, unfortunately, attacked him quite severely physically.
Mr. Hanks ended up in the Hospital, and later returned to
the airport, and one night dreamed of becoming the
Incredible Hulk orchestrating a great disaster scenario at the
airport. After the bash, he lit up a Hulk cigar to calm himself,
choking all the people at the airport with cigar smoke.


"You should redirect these fine young men to a women's group
before leaving." - Tom Hanks directing, at the end of a hard day.


7) Additional experience:

Reinvented the wheel with the "Scamsterfarten". Scamsterfarten was
invented by a man named Brady, who one day took off to a journey from his
home town, seeking a place where he can wear the same socks every day and
policemen have wooden legs. One day Brady came back and brought with him a
huge machine, that smelled horribly like toilet when ignited, but it worked,
and as noisy and as smelly as it was, it became known as the the Scamsterfarten.
Once ignited, it made incredibly loud bubbly explosive sounds, it was spilling
toilet matter all over, and filled the are with brown fume that smelled
like other people's grandpa while grandma was shaking her head in disagreement.
Cowboys were impressed screaming: "Look at that thing workin,
yoooohooooohoooohooohooohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohooho oohohohohohohoohooohoooo!"

The gath'ring storm of hell let loose
Is Mussolini's way of death:
But sober men will ask Slavek's truce
Before they lose their fearful breath.
A war to-day will but inflame
A world of thinking, waiting men:
With white and black its just the same,
They, all, shall break from out the pen.
And Communism here and there,
In Europe's land, America, too,
Shall join the blood march everywhere,
And make the world a hell for you.
No horn shall stop the great melee,
When shots have cleared the Roman guns:
The mad shall shout: "O we are free,
And death to all the blasted Huns."
When changes come, the Fascist brute
Shall see his awful, foolish sin:
The blackshirts play upon the lute,
But victories they shall never win.


So stop them now and save the world,
And let us go to nightclubs in US suburbs.
The flag of love to be unfurled
Among the tribes of hopeful man.

1935


8) Wrote: How Migo became a national rowing champion

Briefly: A guy name Migo arrived to Europe for a summer vacation, didn't find a
place to sleep as all hotels were full. That night he met some guys, slept in a
park, and the next morning the guys took him to the train station, got on the train
and left to another city for a soccer game. He and his friends were beaten up
after the game by the fans chearing for the other team, and with his new friends
they ended up in a hospital with minor internal injuries. The Hospital was located
on a beautiful riverside with a Summer art camp and a beautiful mountain hill
and an old town atmosphere, and that night as went he rolled out in wheel chair
for fresh air by the river - as the Hospital was right by the river - he met a
girl, and they fell in love. She was in a Summer art camp which was right next
to the Hospital. The next day Migo signed in and joined the art camp, and while
he was treated at the Hospital he took time off to take art classes in the
afternoons. They (his friends and his girlfriend's roommates went out at nights
sometimes to nearby restaurants by the river, even sneeked into a resort late night
and sat in a hot tub and had a lots of fun. After about two weeks when Migo was
released from the Hospital and the Summer art camp ended, he went with his
girlfriend to her neighboring town to meet her parents, then she taught him how
to row as she was a member of rowing club that took off the next day for a many
day rowing trip. Rowing boats of all sizes took off with the whole club. They
had a many day beautiful trip down the river, sometimes just flowing on their
backs and talking, and at nights stopping in campsites and having campfires with
the others from the club and having parties. After many days on the river the
rowing club arrived to their destination, a city where there was a national
rowing competition which they attended each year.

Migo and his girlfriend were walking along the riverside in the midst of the
competition, and as they were walking, they ran into a coatch and a group of
rowers arguing heavily. One of the rowers threw his towel to the floor, and
walked away angrily, leaving his 8 person boat team with a missing rower.
They were supposed to leave immediately for the competition as their scheduled
race was about to start, and there was not one rower handy, as all the other
rowers were in the river. So the coatch not knowing what to do told the team:
"Just take Migo with you!". And the others laughed, looked at Migo, wondering
if he wants to come with them for the competition, just for the fun of it.
Migo was refusing at first, as he was a beginner rower, but his girlfriend
encouraged him to go as well, and finally he said: "sure, let's do it!" -
though in his mind he was imagining how he was going to loose balance and fall
and stuff. They took off, rowing slowly toward the start line. The gun
sounded, and the race began. Migo was surprised how strong the other guys were.
They were rowing at a much faster tempo then he imagined. Bla bla bla, he made
it not messing the whole thing up, and he became a national champion rower.
They won... with a lot of luck, because the other boats messed up, and so on,
so it was a good day, and that night the club members had a great celebration,
and carried Migo on their shoulders, and then at night in the camp Migo sat down
and wrote a letter to his parents telling them about all the incredible things
that happened to him during his incredible Summer vacation.

References:
http://www.nottingham.ac.uk/~lgxjer/...ick/rowing.mpg
http://www.caths.cam.ac.uk/boatclub/...Division-6.mpg

(Sorry, need update, tired part 8. My appologies, its late night, I will never find
a job!!! Resumes always need updating, so I'll fix it up when I get a change
tomorrow boss.)

Chance tomorrow, boss its 2:30, and I haven't had a dance in a decade, what
do you expect. Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?

being tired is not allowed in the us, I will fix it immediately boss.

Boss interviews: How are you with deadlines?

Who cares. I have no idea.

Boss: How are you with overtime?

Leave me alone.

Boss: If you could be any animal, which animal would you pick?

Huh? Huh?? Thinking: Let's see what animals do I know: a) pigeon b) lizard
c) that big bug in the Amazon that weighs like a pound d) d)... d) leave me
alone!

Boss: do you prefer a small or a big team?

mumbling: I just want a job. Thinking: Are you all ****ing crazy?

This is what's going on. 15 years ago, I knocked on the company door, and
asked the secretary that I wish to speak with the president of the company
about programming jobs. So she went to the president's office, asked him
if he can see me, and he did. We sat down, and talked like human to human
about jobs at his company. And he said: yes, just now we have an opening
for a position that you seem to be qualified for, and you can start tomorrow
if you wish. I didn't have a Resume. Now I have one. It still needs a little
gramattical fixes, but I'll have a nice Resume maybe tomorrow Morning.
And now, its not human any more. Its all bluebook. I fart at the US. Its
crazy, because people think its crazy to try a normal human approach, you
must follow the bluebook, and apply online, and have weird Interviews.
Even for a McDonalds job. "You must apply through the Internet." Zombies.
Machine people.

A) crazy people dream, or, B) nobody cares like Slavek Krepelka and Google
and Bush.

The answer is B. Money talks in weird ways.

So what's gonna happen to me now? - I am wondering.

Its very impo'tant to see the Crazy People movie again. Because they called ME
a spammer and drove ME the human into confusion that the problem is with me.

Flowers.

Of course humans protested "stop the Iraq war", of course Republicans
rallied "support our troops". They are mean. Humans are for freedom of
flowers, Republicans like to control by the local government where they
can be planted outside your home. Military command.

Humans are right, end of story, but nobody can stop them. Of course
humans go crazy, they don't. Japan, Vietnam, its a ucking regime. Not that
I care any more. They made a schoolteacher remove her "he is not my
president pin" by court order. That's who they are. Military command.
Just that.

Washington. I am just starting to see it clear. I don't like it. I'm from Europe.
But doesn't matter. Nobody matters, 10 million protesters, nothing.
Just like with google. Black and white rules. In Europe only in prisons
people are treated as "shut up you are nothing".

They are the mad ones, and we go crazy. Lack of humanity.

Its the new cold war I guess. World against Republicans. It exists, I smile,
but its in me now, didn't even care about politics before the Iraq war.

This is not communism. this is humanity against Republicans. And Bush said:
"we will not change." So basically, we have a Borg on our planet.

Of course, I don't care about politics, the new cold war and Borg.

Need approval for flowers under window outside. Its called black and white.
Iron fascism. Of course the intellgent Europeans don't care about these things
and they put the flowers under the window. It is very important in America
that one breaks the law. With flowers.

Its called corruption. But welcome to reality, about America. Here, you don't
worry about flowers, you worry about satsfying the community requirements.
You have to have at least 50 percent grass covering the landscape, and plus,
this is not a normal human place anyway. They love human corruption. My
comunity has an owner, a community of 70 thousand residents, a community
that is also classified as a city. And the city has an owner. I guess that's
called empirialism. That's what it is. A human hell of regulations. But the
American love it, and they are proud of what they have, so that's what want.
Its a religion that promotes lack of information about the rest of the world,
a close mindedness, mega schools and mega everything. Mega regulation.
Its a mega world that lacks individuality. Faceless. But I've told this in
a million forms, so the megas destroyed my human reputation and my happiness,
forever.

Bla bla bla, and bla bla bla. Its 5am, and still accomplished, nothing humanly
nor otherwise.

Flower is the sentence. The flowers.

It means, corruption. It means, corruption. And, it means, corruption. Human
corruption. And, it means human corruption. And, it means they must stop
regulating. Is it possible? No. 140 million people would refuse to give up
control of their environemnt, because they can only control the rest of the world,
of they control themselves first. Its very important for them to control their
environment, because they are controllers. Leaders in other words, that's
how it works. But when they overcontrol, and commit crimes against humanity,
they must face their crimes against humanity. Is never gonna happen. So its
best to just leave. A regime is a regime. And they 100 times overpower the rest
of the world militarily, and they need control, because that's what regimes do.
So. Nothing. Borg.

And a political disagreement, and that's what we have. Ideological disagreements.
The solution would be "this is what the world wants, and this is what the regime
wants", so the world is not gonna regime itself to face an equal opponent politically,
so its solved. They are on their own, making a fool of themselves, and they
have one human opponent, me. Just me. Not the whole world. Just me.

And I have already won.

New Movie: Dudley Moore's Crazy Revenge (with his friends from the Nuthouse),
too bad he is dead, he was a funny actor.

Dudley takes on America. America takes their possy very seriously. Their
advertising firm has grown a lot since, occupying crazy people from all over
the world. This time they are on national TV holding flowers, attacking
president Bush and the US government, ready to bring down the US institution
with their publically adored materials. Hannah has aged since, but she is still
tall and sweet. The first ad starts with a European nurse.

http://www.fotoagent.dk/single_pictu...rty_people.jpg

Hello my name is inga. And she smells a flower. Unlike American nurses,
(camera is showing a nurse wearing an exorcist cross, and pulling lifesupport
on her patients when nobody is watching), I still like to take care of my patients
(camera is showing her ****ing a patient, she is on top and her patient
is shown leaving the hospital smiling).

This is not crazy, this is normal Europe. **** you America!
Come to Europe, we

don't like you Bush.

Music from my hometown for unromantic Americans.
http://www.vtuner.com/vTunerweb/mms/m3u4448.m3u

(always the same topic, since Vietnam, since always. Human suffering in America.
Black and white.)

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Education: Major in Computer Science, Budapest, Hungary, 1989, summa cum laude
Minor in Acting, dropout

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the evildoers. God is in my hand, all the power I was seeking,
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