To Paiktis

[Serb]

You have always been nothing, but an infantile imbecile, my ballless sister.

[Serb]

Idealist.

[Serb]

But, a fooled one.

[Serb]

I feel nothing, but pitty for you, sister.

[Serb]

Your ancesters are turning in their graves watching how you support the Nazis and what a brainless zombie you have become and crying about how easily They've bought you.

[Serb]

And if They bought you so easily, that means only one thing - you never had a spiritual rod inside you, you may call it - a lack of balls.
When you have that rod inside you, you always know where is white and where is black and just know, when they lie you about the otherwise.
You are nothing, but pitty, sister, because you don't have it!
You preffer to flow on the river of bullsh!t.