Demented Hans Devente is in MELTDOWN and his BRAINSTEM is EXPLODING. HE IS BEYOND CRAZY

What a surprise. HANS DEVENTE doesn't make sense. 

The old impotent crackpot wears the same smelly clothes every day, does nothing but play with his John Deere toy collection and haunt the Internet, and he's so INSANE he doesn't know what he has or what he needs.

The guy with the tinnitus that makes it IMPOSSIBLE to hear music, is begging for MORE MUSIC one minute, and asking people what they want the next. Other people just post links. Bad Santa makes people BEG. 

When Dr. Jerkyl isn't HIDING under different names, thanking himself for uploads, or begging for music one minute and then holding out GOODIES the next, he's in a state of utter delerium.

At 73 he is rotting from the inside, an atrophied idiot taking a government check since he was 55. Aside from driving his bloated SUV to get more gouda (he doesn't need more than one shirt and one huge pair of pants), he spends all his time sobbing over bad music inside his dull rowhouse in BADHOEVEDORP, a boring place that is truly a sanitarium for Dutch Douchebags. 

Here's a random bunch of inane blabberings from Demented Devente.

He has the NERVE to tell people how to act in the shoutbox. He says in one post that he's giving away music and in another he tells people they should buy the music instead. He launches an insane scheme where people are supposed to get his WORTHLESS CDs if they'll only contact him. He rages that he's deleted only hours after he posts (he gets a deletion link with his upload and hits it...NO rights owner finds and gets links deleted in an hour). He's NUTS.

Meanwhile he posts his blink links to his latest idiot blog. Is it a surprise that everyone is so sick and tired of his pathetic lunacy? His posting of SHIT? His needy psycho whining? His lies? His growling curses? 

He can't help it. He's TOO INSANE. Can he stop making new blogs and posting garbage on them? Can he STOP babbling about how he's dying, and deaf, and he and his wife have brain cancer, and he's got a broken hard drive and needs everyone to upload the music he's missing?

His latest idiot blog has this slogan: 

He'll make people happy when he dies. If one of his boyfriends alerts a forum or a shoutbox, he'll get two or three "RIP" quickies, one or two "he was crazy" shrugs, and DEAD SILENCE FOREVER AFTER.