Chickens, meet Ratko Mladic. He is the least popular man in Serbia, at least now that the European Union is backing out of talks of including Serbia into the organization. The deadline to turn over the General for the Tribunal in Hague (why? So that he can breathe fresher air while he's on hotel-arrest? Bitches, please) was April 30th, and Serbia did not deliver.
What now, then? Now, the doors are shut, and fuck you, Belgrade. That's what's now.
The General Prosecutor of the Tribunal, so fed up was she with Serbian incompetence, reported that the country's inability to catch Mladic is highly disappointing and, as a result, the EU finished talking. A spokesman for the EU mentioned that nothing is final, but this definitely postpones the inauguration.
The reason I'm writing this post has nothing, however, to do with Serbian Injustice. I'm writing, because I feel that this is bullshit. Serbia, perpetrator of genocide throughout the 1990s, leveled to the ground by its own tanks, NATO, and God knows what, with the economic development of Liberia, was closer than me, than we! What is this shit? The Ukraine can't even get into NATO and these bastards are aiming for the Golden Crown. No. This is crap. This is affirmative action, European style. Sorry for the war, kids: here you go, have an admission ticket into international paradise. Christ, why don't we just Marshall Plan their asses into the twenty-third century? And even that will be more democratic than this transcontinental babysitting.
Well, now I can relax a little, let the feeling set in. By the looks of things, Serbia's not going anywhere. Unless they find the guy within the next, like, week and grovel in front of the wannabe-Americans to take them back.
This is ridiculous, man. We should get in for Babi Yar alone. Yeah, that's right. Take that and shove it, Angie. Two hundred thousand dead people in one ravine and WE DON'T EVEN GET INTO NATO?! Let's forget that we have more territorial capacity or gun-runners than France. Just let us in. It'll be fun. It'll be your own, personal Eastern European project, more damaged than Bulgaria, sexier than Latvia. Only a little less Russian than Russia itself. Stick it to them, EU. We need you.
Consider this a plea.
