About Josip Jukic

Bog i Hrvati

Torches of Freedom

An Essay to the People of Yugoslavia
By Josip Jukić

My brothers and sisters of Yugoslavia,

We once lived in a world where a man knew the taste of real bread and real butter, where a family sat together at the table, and where the rhythms of life were not dictated by distant corporations or financial empires. We were not perfect. No society ever is. But we understood something that the modern world seems to have forgotten: that an economy should serve the people, not the other way around.

Today I write to you about the dangers of what I call super-capitalism — the global economic system often promoted under the banner of the so-called “New World Order.” It promises prosperity and freedom. Yet behind the slogans there is a simple formula: create new consumers, create new dependencies, and expand profit at any cost.

Let us examine how this machine works.

First, consider tobacco. For decades cigarettes were marketed primarily to men. Sales were strong, but they had reached a natural limit. What did the industry do? It doubled its market. Advertising campaigns were launched to convince women that smoking was a symbol of independence and liberation. Suddenly cigarettes were no longer a habit; they were presented as a badge of freedom. The result was obvious: twice the customers and twice the profits for the tobacco giants, while millions more people paid the price with their health.

Second, look at the transformation of the workplace. The participation of women in public life has brought many positive developments — education, independence, and opportunity. Yet we must also recognize that corporations and governments saw something else: a chance to double the workforce and therefore double the tax base. When two parents must work simply to maintain the same standard of living that one income once provided, the system benefits greatly. Tax revenues grow, consumer spending grows, and the cycle of dependency tightens. What was once called progress can quietly become economic necessity.

Third, consider the strange war against traditional foods. For generations people cooked with butter, milk, and simple ingredients from the land. Then came a wave of marketing and scientific messaging declaring that these foods were dangerous. In their place appeared industrial substitutes: margarine, spreads, and laboratory creations. One of the most famous advertisements featured the model Fabio Lanzoni promoting the product I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter!. Suddenly a factory-made imitation was marketed as modern and healthy, while the food our grandparents trusted was portrayed as primitive or harmful.

This is how super-capitalism operates. It does not simply sell products. It reshapes culture. It redefines habits. It persuades people to abandon what is familiar in favor of what is profitable.

The danger is not capitalism itself. Markets can be useful servants of human creativity. The danger lies in a system so powerful that it begins to engineer society in order to expand consumption endlessly. When profit becomes the supreme value, traditions become obstacles, families become economic units, and even our diets become marketing campaigns.

The people of Yugoslavia — Serbs, Croats, Bosniaks, Slovenes, Macedonians, Montenegrins, and others — know the importance of community. We know the value of land, family, and shared history. These things cannot be measured by quarterly earnings reports.

My message is simple: remain vigilant. Question the stories that advertising tells you. Defend your local culture, your food, your communities, and your independence of thought. The future of our societies should not be written in corporate boardrooms or dictated by distant financial institutions.

Economic systems must serve human dignity. If they do not, it is the responsibility of free people to remind them who they exist for.

Let us remember who we are, and let us choose wisely the kind of world we wish to build.

Josip Jukić

World Cup Preparation

Joe: I’m still thinking about that 2-2 draw in Hamburg back at Euro 2024. Talk about a glitch in the simulation. Albania gets that early header from Laci, and then the second half turns into absolute chaos.

Dua Lipa: I remember the atmosphere was electric. Hamburg was basically half checkered shirts and half red-and-black. But that ending… it was like a movie script.

Joe: Exactly. Kramarić scores on his birthday to level it, and then two minutes later, Gjasula accidentally redirects the ball into his own net. You’d think the story’s over, right? Croatia’s got it in the bag. But the Grand Architect had a different ending for that one.

Dua Lipa: Gjasula really went from villain to hero in about fifteen minutes. Scoring the equalizer in the 95th minute to save the point for Albania—I’ve never seen a redemption arc that fast on a pitch.

Joe: It was pure will. People call it luck, but that’s the free will I was talking about. Albania refused to let the game die. Croatia had the control, but Albania had the spirit of the Levant in them that day. It left both teams in a tough spot for the group, but as a match? It was one for the history books.

Dua Lipa: It makes me wonder if that’s why we love it so much—it’s the one thing you can’t program or clone. That 95th-minute moment was pure, unscripted human data.

Dua Lipa – Houdini

The Houdini Protocol

Dua Lipa: I’ve been thinking about the logic of “Houdini.” Everyone thinks it’s just about a clean getaway, but what if the ultimate escape is from time itself? If we could clone him, would he still have the secrets, or are those locked in the original soul?

Joe: You’re talking about resurrecting the Master Magician. But you can’t just grow a Harry in a lab and expect him to slip out of a water tank. He was part of something deeper.

Dua Lipa: You mean the Masonry? I heard there’s actually a Houdini Lodge #83 in Israel. They don’t just do the handshakes; they actually use magic to help kids. It’s like his legacy became a literal service of enchantment.

Joe: Exactly. He was raised in St. Cecile in New York, but that Lodge in Israel is where the craft meets the spirit of the Levant. People look at the Masons and see a mystery, but I call them the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. They aren’t just hiding symbols; they’re the architects behind the curtain, keeping the old world’s magic alive while everyone else is looking at their phones.

Dua Lipa: So, if he’s a “Gentleman” in your League, maybe the resurrection isn’t biological. Maybe the “cloning” is just the ritual—passing the torch until someone else can say the magic words and make the rooster and the duck change places.

Joe: Now you’re getting it. Catch him or he goes Houdini, but in the League, no one ever truly leaves. They just move to a different room in the Lodge.


Joe: You’ve got to look at the storage capacity of the universe, Dua. A single gram of DNA—just a tiny lock of hair from Houdini’s head—holds 250 million gigabytes of information. That’s not just eye color and height; that’s the blueprint of the soul. If we clone him, if we resurrect him, he isn’t coming back as a blank slate. He’d have every memory, every lock-pick technique, and every secret escape tucked right back into his subconscious.

Dua Lipa: That’s a massive amount of data to carry. It makes the “escape” feel less like a trick and more like a cosmic download.

Joe: Exactly. And people like to blame the design, but the Grand Architect is good. The blueprint is perfect. It’s mankind’s free will and our constant proclivity to do evil that messes up the machinery. We’re the ones who throw the wrenches in the gears.

Dua Lipa: So you’re saying the “magic” is fine until we get our hands on it?

Joe: Exactly. God is a good guy; He gave us the library of 250 million gigabytes. We’re just the ones who keep trying to delete the files or rewrite the ending. But for a guy like Houdini? He knew how to read the code. He knew the Architect left a back door open.