Louis … Oh Louis …
May 12, 2012 at 8:53 pm (News)
Louis Khan Nin. Otherwise known as The Former Mr. White Hat, also known as Mr. Secret Asian Man, also known as … well, you get the picture.
Louis, I really don’t know where to start. I know what you’re expecting — you’re expecting me to spout off with hate and anger at the enormous number of lies, innuendos, disgusting pathetic things you have written about myself, Miranda, Corso, Randy Maugans, and many, many others.
Louis, I’m not going to do that. Because, Louis, in all honesty, I don’t hate you. I feel nothing for you, Louis, save pity.
You are a pitiful excuse for a human being. I honestly don’t know how someone like you and the others can live with yourselves. You are so filled with anger, self-loathing, and self-pity, I truly wonder how you’re alive.
Also, Louis, you are beyond a doubt one of the most cowardly people I have ever known. I call you “people” because I cannot bring myself to call you a man.
A man does not need to purposely, with words, inflict pain on another. Only someone who is cowardly and filled with self-loathing as you are can do that.
Even your satirical blog posts read like a porn novel. Porn is your fixation, Louis. Do you honestly think anyone believes anything that you write? Except you?
I believe you have gone so far over the edge that you truly believe what you write about yourself.
Whether you’re being paid to do this, whether you’re still Navy or not, whether you’re working with a group or not, means nothing to me. You, and others, tried your/their damnedest to stop our first seminar. You failed, Louis. You all failed. And you will always do so.
Just a quick glance at your Facebook page speaks volumes about who you really are. I notice you like all the Bourne Identity movies. The X files, Fringe, etc. Are you dreaming, Louis? Were you given an opportunity to live out on the internet a fantasy you’ve always had? Truly pitiful, Louis.
I know a young man who is nearly 13 years old, who walks in the shoes of a man. But you are too pitiful to even match a 13 year old. Now, we know within minutes of us hitting the publish button on this post, you will be responding because, Louis, that is all you do. you sit behind the keyboard, hours and hours and hours a day. That is who you are.
I feel so much pity for you, Louis. But I don’t know if you could ever be helped or not.
But Louis, there is someone who has a real hard-on for you. Her name is Sandra. We’re cousins. She’s a former FBI agent turned federal prosecutor, and I have no control over what she does.
And to quote her, from just over a week ago, “I would like to see ALL pornographers in prison for life.”
If she does choose to prosecute you, I will be called as a witness. And I will testify. But that’s between you and her.
But I will tell you, Louis, what I told my cousin. Leave this pitiful little man to his own self destruction. Because, Louis, that is what you’re doing. You are self-destructing.
You have this total fixation on sex and clones. I don’t know what a psychiatrist would have to say about that. It would be interesting to read.
Again, Louis, I don’t hate you, I really want nothing to do with you. We have so much more important things to so with our time. But you have been trying to push me from day one. It’s not going to work, Louis. You will self-destruct and finish completely destroying yourself first.
I urge you, Louis, to get help. Get out of whatever grave you have dug for yourself and get help. The only other few people I have ever known that were like you all ate their own guns. Because, Louis, what you have inside is like a cancer, and it’s eating away at you.
Don’t listen to what few supporters you have. Kerry Cassidy says you’re harmless. Yes, Louis, you are harmless to others, but you are a danger to yourself.
But I do have to ask, do you plan to accompany Kerry on her European tour? Since you two seem to be so fond of each other? Would you like to publicly post about a connection you two have? Just an interesting thought, Louis.
Now, Louis, I want to leave you with something that is not satire. On some rare occasions, I can, albeit taxing and painfully to me, look into someone’s future. I did that for you, Louis. Here is a rendering of what I saw:
You’re sitting behind your keyboard, typing away on your newest pornographic novel, when suddenly, everything goes to hell. There’re explosions all around you, weapons being fired everywhere, smoke, gases, people dying in the streets, literally dropping like flies.
And I see you, Louis, outside, huddled between two large pieces of debris, praying for your life. I see you reminiscing about your life, all the things you said, all the pain you caused with words, all the people you hurt, and you do start to feel some regret — some remorse. But in that moment, you know your life is over, and you will soon be held accountable for everything you’ve done, everything you’ve said.
And just when you think death is about to tap you on the shoulder, a shadow falls across your hunkered down body. You slowly turn to look up, and you see one of us.
One of the people you have tried so hard to damage. Maybe it was me. Maybe it was Miranda. Maybe it was Corso. Maybe Randy Maugans. Maybe one of the other of us. But rest assured., It will be one of us.
So, I know by now, Luis, you’re asking yourself, why would someone you’ve tried so hard to destroy come to save you?
Because, Louis, it’s who we are. It’s what we are. And it’s what we do. Each and every individual life walking the face of this planet is sacred, and deserves a chance.
But Louis, I fear your chances have all been used up. You will never know the love of someone that loves you more than life itself. A person who will sit and cradle your head while you’re literally foaming at the mouth, You will never know that kind of love, Louis, and I feel sad for you.
You will never know the friendship, the love, and the respect that people share with each other when it’s been earned. Because, Louis, you don’t respect, you don’t love. Again, I feel so much sadness for you.
Take this post and do what you always do — twist it, turn it, change it into a lie to use on your blog. But Louis, you’ve been told the truth and you know it.
So please don’t bother writing us with fake email addresses, and try to post on our blog using fake email addresses. Everyone knows the coward you are, the liar you are, the pathetic human that you are. And fix your own life, Louis, fix your life.
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