Cannibals! The cannibals of Clifford Park were bested by the ancient Mexican culture. Only look who never got caught. Plus, look at what happened during Keith Raniere’s final Puerto Vallarta vacation. Was someone’s Big Papi sick of the pipsqueak? Were there a few phone calls made?
Speaking of cannibals though, how come both Lauren and Nancy sport haircuts so not sexy to their Pandora’s Cock of the Block?
We have heard that Raniere wanted the dingbat sex harem to have long hair, and Nancy and her daughter look as if they have severe cases of post-lobotomy bedhead. $70.00 bowl-cut, side-slung bobs, and even the hungriest fish would be terrified. Who in the hell would bite that? By crackie.
Lord have mercy. The only way that their hair could look any worse is if Toni Natalie happened to be their cosmetologist and snuck into their house in the middle of the night and shaved their heads. Toni Natalie, that is not intended as a suggestion, since no doubt you are a loyal Frank Report reader. This is just a vision.
Nancy had her eyes fixed speculatively on that bottle with her teeth out, in public in a great American Starbucks, as if she were ready for her blowjob. She looked like she was fixing to gnaw the head right off of the bottle.
So is that a photo of The Bottle which Nancy Salzman reportedly broke in the Starbucks, or was that bottle in her paws being recruited to be Nancy’s next victim? How many bottles did Nancy Salzman handle in our great American Starbucks?
No wonder she needs so much dental care, and now at last Nancy can have garlic chopped into her salami. Nancy Salzman, the dollar store Gloria Swanson of Executive succotash. Meanwhile, Lauren was typecast again, even at Starbucks, and she looked like a gremlin at a funeral. Her sense of couture is historic Salem witch trial attire, only with polyester fill.
Lauren is the first “woman” who waited so many years, through most of her fertility, to have a decisive NO baby with a manwhore. Lauren might win a Guinness World Record for that. This is nothing that I’ve ever heard of a woman doing to herself. Remembering that it was reported that all three Fernandez sisters had abortions after being impregnated by Raniere, did Lauren Salzman also have an abortion or more than one, while waiting to have her special baby?
If Lauren wanted to be funny, she could dress up next Halloween as a DOS turkey baster, but unfortunately, she might be in prison by Halloween. Not to give up on the idea, however udderly sad it is, maybe Lauren Salzman would consider wearing a turkey baster costume to court for her sentencing. She could also bring Kleenex to symbolize how furious she is about Keith Raniere and wear a little empty bassinet for a purse. That is if convicted felons are allowed to carry purses.
Happy, innocent women like I wouldn’t know any of these fucking details, such as about what to wear to one’s sentencing date. We just say “No” to dates like these, but maybe Frank Parlato has some ideas because he is a real investigative reporter. That is how come I’m here.
It’s so strange to have been drawn in and scammed by such a pathetic horndog & manipulator, this chunky-thighed little creep, Raniere, and his equally insane group of sycophants. This was a big troupe of self-important, repulsive and jealous dullards, all fanatically trying to conceal their catastrophic, porno soap opera sex lives. No doubt Raniere stunk all of the time, along with his undeodorized, huge-bushed wimmens. Volleybawl.
Photo of pathetic horndog & manipulator, chunky-thighed little creep below:
It just seems preposterous that people were willing to get involved, to spend so much money for classes from a shipload of paranoid psychobabbling, busyworking dimwits. Hopefully, people reading about Nxivm/DOS spread the word, so that more people learn the warning signs of groups and “group leaders” who really want power, money and influence the most.
These stories are like Twilight Zone nightmares, only Rod Serling zipped things up in less than half-an-hour, but real-life Lauren and Nancy Salzman kept inhaling this scuzzball crud for twenty-or-more years apiece.
Raniere was never cut out to be an L.A. guru. He would’ve been laughed right out of Malibu.
Bronfman money couldn’t have saved him on Sunset Strip, either. There is a guru in almost every alleyway in We-Ho and way too many competitive sex-traffickers. Raniere the Flabturd had to stay put in the Albany suburbs or his entire fuck schedule would have been spoiled. Raniere was a bumpkin, and it’s astonishing that the Bronfman sisters fell for Keith Raniere’s multi-ringed circus act. They really were the afterthought sisters.
Some people have commented that Allison Mack wasn’t with Raniere that long. Other women were with him so much longer. Well, Allison Mack was with him from what, 2006 to 2018 or so. That’s eleven or twelve years that Allison Mack spent getting deeper and deeper into this snake pit. To me, that’s a very long time for anyone to be so entrenched. The old battleax, Nancy Salzman, how did she rationalize Raniere’s other women to herself when she got sexually involved with him? She played at being loyal for decades. Was she dead to her feelings before she hooked up with Raniere?
Nancy Salzman, did she want her 2 daughters to have sex with Raniere, too? How cum she was so scummy? Was she detached from whatever he wanted to do, or what? Is it at all possible that, in some ways, Nancy Salzman thought of herself as Raniere’s “handler” and was totally aware of his act?
Could she have been taking advantage of Raniere’s sex addiction and thinking that she was (secretively) the one who was really in charge? How much money did she squirrel away? She just had to keep him occupied and play into his narcissism. She might have been playing Vanguard like a fiddle. Top of the heap, will she still try to radiate that pride when she gets her sentence? Has Nancy managed to arrange to get a slap on the wrist? She has had to be clever and must try not to be too jealous of the wealthier and so far, unimpeachable Mexican Nxivms. They don’t need her or want her anymore.
If Marianna Fernandez is playing her cards right, Mexico already has her avatar baby, and the whole Nxivm community should be coming every week, bearing gifts for little Horace, or whatever his name is. If only Quentin Tarantino was in the mood to make another movie about a cult of sexually possessed, degraded and obsessed zombie robot automatons. John Travolta, who is guaranteed to be incoherent, could star as Raniere, and Uma Thurman, all uglified up, could play Clare. Kris Jenner could simply appear as herself and be Nancy Salzman, and Kathy Bates could run the empty Apropos café.
Allison Mack and Lauren Salzman have to be so incredibly hideous that it will take many vain and hopeless auditions to cast them. Maybe Lady Gaga could do Allison. It would be fine to go ahead and use surrealistic wraiths, without dialogue, to portray Pam Cafritz, the two doctors and Jim Del Negro. There are some bigger stars in mind already for the parts of Alejandro Betancourt and Emiliano Salinas.
As you can understand, every man in Hollywood is dying to play Mussolini’s rich gay yet nonhomosexual lover. What a stretch.