Just Because They May Have Fought Nxivm Does Not Make Them Saints

Bangkok, are you per chance in any way affiliated with a Thai place next to Red Violet Rebel clothing store across from the Plaza in Thousand Oaks, CA?

I ask bc the last time I happed to be near there in search of untainted food for my son at P.F. Chang’s in the Plaza, the back door to Chang’s was flung wide open and a vehicle bearing new, temporary plates with a camera mounted on the dash was parked right in front of it. While over at “Bangkok’s” someone was frantically waiving at a group that passed by us while we awaited our food order.

Among that group was a disabled “client” from Dylan’s (former) program who shall go unnamed, who recently suffered an allergy attack at program due to being served peanut M&M’s by one of the coaches who was apparently not aware of his allergic condition or that peanuts are not allowed at program.

[The paramedics had to be called in to attend to the poor lad over that program incident at a park. Oddly enough, a few days later, a scattering of red peanut M&M’s mysteriously appeared under my couch when I moved it to clean where caregivers never tread nor sweep nor mop; but they of course knew nothing of the origins of the red peanut M&M’s. I believe I recalled an incident concerning Keith Raniere’s fascination with Pavlovian M&M games Gina H. once related to me I posted or sent in — I don’t always check if Frank posted or not — here on FR shortly before these nutty incidents.]

Also, while Dylan and I waited our food order outside Chang’s, a very young little girl sporting bright red lipstick was deliberately stopped and physical turned by an older girl to face Dylan’s much coveted vehicle (a Mercedes Sprinter adapted for his use) who pointed us out to the little girl being used in this harassment ploy. Frankly, I felt worse for the little girl being used and taught hatred, prejudice and manipulation than for Dylan who was laughing about the whole pathetic scene.

I then drove over to “Bangkok’s” and waited for our “Mexican” to arrive on cue which he did, wearing a bright green shirt (which as Paul on here proclaims is a mark of the cruelest of NX criminals). I videotaped the scene for an independent film project, Frank has the Director’s cut though it’s since been edited on my “device.”

So it would not surprise me if Bangkok’s VPN happened by sheer coincidence to hail from that very Thai place next to Red Violet Rebel across from the TO Civic Arts Plaza. Also, recently — a couple of months ago — my “devices” were apparently linked together and made interchangeable through a contact, a former program coach named “Violet,” in my contact list. Know anything about that, Bang baby? If you happen to, I suspect you could be getting a call from the “FBI” — the real one — not the “Fucked up Beyond Imagination” version who have contacted me in recent years and even once showed up to check my router when I reported on-going suspicious activity after they instructed me to reboot.

Say it isn’t so and NC Girl you are right on and funny as all get out whereas, Bangkok — all of you hired guns — best be charging a Prince’s ransom now that you’ve succeeded in putting my little prince Dylan in the evil clutches of NXIVM. I’m sure I’ve called you an asshole before so as not to risk “insanely” repeating myself — you’re, in fact, a smelly, certifiably insane, cowardly asswipe who doesn’t deserve to even sit on the same toilet as Joe, Frank, Toni, Susan, Catherine, myself, all the brave NX fighters you obviously despise for the having the courage and stamina you sorely lack. Enjoy your pay off. Why don’t you spend it on some really good, pure, high grade opium from Thailand?!

What a trash heap of an “article.” Seriously who gives a goddamn about Barb and Toni’s ethnicity? Who? What is the point?
What was the point of this article to begin with? Nobody is a saint in the NXIVM story, outside possibly Susan Dones and the child victims of Creepy Keith.

But whatever their “sainthood” or lack thereof, Toni, Joe, and Barbara Bouchey were once associates of Keith Raniere. When they broke away from him, they were each targeted by him and his money mafiosa, Clare B. (Clare honey, if you’re reading this, you are just a bank account on legs to Keith, nothing more, except maybe a pity fuck), They spent hundreds of thousands of dollars, burned through their savings and went through hell because of a vengeful microdick (thanks Cami, for telling us all what we secretly suspected, size matters, and Keith isn’t very big. Oh, yeah, and he has erectile dysfunction! HAHAHAHAHA!) named Keith. If not for them, John Tighe, Catherine Oxenberg, Sarah Edmondsen, Mark Vicente and yes, Frank Parlato, Keith would never have been arrested.

Frank, I get that you’re okay being called an asshole. And, here’s to you for your integrity in standing tall and letting people take potshots at you. I admit I have called you out, and for some reason, you still let me post here. But, it seems to me Barb and Toni ( and Heidi!) have been tormented enough. The same for Joe. Why not give these folks a break?