The Great Push

Oh dear! You know you could have tried that taxi rank next to Mercator. If push came to shove (sorry couldnt help it) I'm sure one of those guys would have had a cable.

Here's to the state of Mississippi,
For Underheath her borders, the devil draws no lines,
If you drag her muddy river, nameless bodies you will find.
Whoa the fat trees of the forest have hid a thousand crimes,
The calender is lyin' when it reads the present time.
Whoa here's to the land you've torn out the heart of,
Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of!

Here's to the people of Mississippi
Who say the folks up north, they just don't understand
And they tremble in their shadows at the thunder of the Klan
The sweating of their souls can't wash the blood from off their hands
They smile and shrug their shoulders at the murder of a man
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of

Here's to the schools of Mississippi
Where they're teaching all the children that they don't have to care
All of rudiments of hatred are present everywhere
And every single classroom is a factory of despair
There's nobody learning such a foreign word as fair
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of

Here's to the cops of Mississippi
They're chewing their tobacco as they lock the prison door
Their bellies bounce inside them as they knock you to the floor
No they don't like taking prisoners in their private little war
Behind their broken badges there are murderers and more
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of

And, here's to the judges of Mississippi
Who wear the robe of honor as they crawl into the court
They're guarding all the bastions with their phony legal fort
Oh, justice is a stranger when the prisoners report
When the black man stands accused the trial is always short
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of

And here's to the government of Mississippi
In the swamp of their bureaucracy they're always bogging down
And criminals are posing as the mayors of the towns
They're hoping that no one sees the sights and hears the sounds
And the speeches of the governor are the ravings of a clown
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of

And here's to the laws of Mississippi
Congressmen will gather in a circus of delay
While the Constitution is drowning in an ocean of decay
Unwed mothers should be sterilized, I've even heard them say
Yes, corruption can be classic in the Mississippi way
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of

And here's to the churches of Mississippi
Where the cross, once made of silver, now is caked with rust
And the Sunday morning sermons pander to their lust
The fallen face of Jesus is choking in the dust
Heaven only knows in which God they can trust
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of

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once, in my previous life in late 1980s, i ended up with a disintegrated clutch in the middle of a freeway in south dacota (are there any freeways there or it was just a major road?). after some hours ot futile attemts to repair the bloody thing i gave up. i waved and waved and waved and tried to stop a car to get some help and car after car after car passed by and even a highway patrol told me to push it in the ditch and walk home (to mu aunt in ohio)... and then, hours later, a tow truck stopped and the guy, a naturalized german from frankfurt, towed it, repaired it and charged me a sixpack of beer. you are right. there are some who always come through.

...that you can move a mazda :-)
next time you could try to call AMSS 987 and ask for help - this can cost you hours&hours&hours but is not so heavy ;-)

Small step for a man, a great leap for a mankind, bre!

LP MMM safely back in Ljubljana

my favourite description of "an average citizen of serbia" used to be "often immature and (self)destructive (did i hear someone mention inat? :), but you always get help with car ignition within 3 minutes" (the cynical version says that no decent balkan soul would miss such a cheap way to feel good). this honestly was my experience in 25 years of life there. is it possible that things changed so much in the last couple of years?

If you asked for help anywhere outside Merkator, somebody would definitely arrive to the rescue (if you disregard the imminent language barrier).

But inside of Mercator, that is the gathering point of a specific kind of people - not representative sample of our population (but this is a subject of a different blog).

I always say "hello" to my neighbours when I meet them in front of the building or in the elevator for example. Most of them reply back... There is one of them that never does...
One cold winter morning I went out with my husband and met him on the parking. He was smiling and TOO polite. "Vrey unusual", I said to myself... It tourned out that he couldn't turn on his car and needed our help! We helped him and he went...
Few days later we met in the elevator and he didn't even say "hello" to us... Strange people live everywhere probably... Maybe it is not important or relevant for the story, but he happens to be a famous painter... It seems that nobody told him he should at least say "a small hello" as well, not just walk around thiking that he is "so important anybody should admire him"... :(
You just were not lucky to meet the right person to help you... They do exist here somewhere in Belgrade. :)