HANZIE HITLER - SCHIZOID PSYCHO or NARCISSISTIC ASSHOLE? AND WHICH IDENTIY IS BMX, HIS LATEST FREAK IDENTITY?

HILARIOUS HANZIE HITLER minces and wobbles into Zinhof's shoutbox as bmx (after going through two aliases within a week) and pulls his usual boring stunts.

Hey everybody, "let yourself be surprised" by cllicking on a link loaded with BORING OLD MUSIC:

If it looks like stale dog shit, you don't have to smell it, do you?

Instantly everyone agreed, the pathetic lonely loser "HANS" was back. What did "HANS" do? Of course. What he ALWAYS does. He posts "i am not him."

FUNNY isn't it, that the newbie bmx would tell everyone that HANS IS WYSIWYG. How would a newbie know THAT?

"HANS" of course is STUPID. He was always STUPID but now he's SENILE and STUPID. He's lucky he's such a feeble old fart that the people who could jail him, or just beat the shit out of him haven't done it. YET. He does have a death wish. That's why he keeps coming back SO OBVIOUSLY.

He continues to annoy and antagonize the good and prolific members of the Zinhof shoutbox. He wants them to leave so he can have it for himself.

Want some analysis of why this guy is such a wretch? It goes back to his childhood. His parents NEVER wanted him. His father beat him. He didn't get the attention he wanted so he became nastier, more vicious, and a compulsive liar.

"A case could be made," someone with a degree in psychology says, "that he meets the criteria for antisocial personality disorder, which in its most severe form is generally considered sociopathy, but can also refer to chronic criminality, arrogance and disregard for the rights of others."

Yes, a forum member who is a professional in PSYCHO behavior (and just happens to like rare music and looks for it online) encountered "HANS" De Vente (the man who uses a fake first name) and could not BELIEVE what a motherlode of motherfucking INSANITY was bottled up in that bearded twat's misshapen head:

"Malignant narcissism..." was the description. Yes, it might explain the pathetic old Dutch Douchebag called Sake Johannes De Vente using two or three dozen split-personality names in forums, and another three dozen or more in Zinhof's shoutbox. People do feel sorry for him until he stabs them in the back. Until he deletes their posts. Until he shouts at them and curses them for no reason. The shoutbox veterans have seen this boring bombast time and again and try to ignore it. They only wish that ZINHOF could speak English, moderate the shoutbox, and get rid of this asshole.

Put it in layman's terms: "Hans" De Vente is a Dutch commode with shit for brains. He's a pathetic, monotonous latent-homosexual blob of nothing. He parrots the same stupid phrases (like "it's not me" and "I'm a good egg" and "I'm a good man") whenever he's outed.

The expert therapist continues: "His pathologies would require a full battery of tests that he'll never sit for. It's too late for him. He'll be dead soon anyway. He's anti-social and essentially institutionalized. He's spent the past 15 years in a silly little government walk-up in a flat, useless little town outside of Amsterdam. He does not know how to thrive or survive in the real world. He lives in a world of blogs and fake names for himself."

He'd be proud to read all of this (aren't you, Gouda-breath?) because ANY attention is welcome in his drab, stupid life. HE IS A LOSER. All he has is lumbering into a shoutbox under a new name, or declaring NEW BLOG and posting OLD SHIT. Then he waits for a nice comment, or to see if a dozen people might download this latest wimpy post of SOFT music.

What would he do if he couldn't make an asshole of himself, delete files, come up with new names and blogs, and otherwise piss everyone off? He'd otherwise be just the dull bump he really is. He'd be just another meaningless clod giving away music if he was an ORDINARY member if the shoutbox. Instead he can actually delight in saying "people really hate me!" That's fame? It is to a creep whose own father wanted to beat him to death, whose own mother hated him, and who ended up marrying an autistic stump who is a sexless lump of chalk.