Challenge to Keith

Oh Keithy Weithy, you naughty, naughty boy you. The paragon of virtue (POV) has a sordid, nasty past he never talks about, don’t you Keith?

Let me lay the groundwork for you, jog your memory a little, point out a few suspicious things you have been writing about in your sordid little website. Then I will reveal the nasty truth about you Keith. Oh yes. This is juicy, juicy stuff dear reader. Hunker down and let’s see what really lurks in that putrid little thing he calls a brain.

Before we get to the meat of the matter, we would do well to consider some of Keith’s actions and the ‘newsletter’ reports he has written about them in his website. On their own, they could almost seem innocuous. But taken together, they reveal a very disturbing picture.

As we all know by now, Keith has a thing about young girls and virgins. The younger the better apparently. Just look at how he has been stalking young Ooi in Nakhon Phanom. He even posted her picture here: Ooi in Nakhon Phanom

And of course, he has written a whole article about “Virgins, the Holy Grail”. How nice of him to compare them to a religious object that was revered by countless Christians. He not only blasphemes, he manages to connect a holy relic with his twisted sexual fantasies….or are they always fantasies? I’ll let you in on that secret in a minute, but for now check out his musings on virgins here: Virgins, the Holy Grail

Or what about the girls doing a show in Nakhon Phanom where he lives? He describes the photo in this page: These girls are in their early teens….There is not a better place in the world to see “the real thing” Early Teens

Or in this page, where he describes a young girl (notice that the two adults surrounding her are cut right out of the picture) like this: “Just look at that face. She has every right to be pursue a future of choice - doesn’t she?”

Oh yes, Keithy Weithy has a thing for young girls alright. You have to wonder what choices he has in store for that little girl if he could get his hands on her.

And let’s not forget his ‘friendship’ with arch pedophile John Karr. He blithely admits he was friends with this fiend right here: Summers — John Karr’s Friend

Was there more to this friendship than “The Great Galt” is willing to admit in public? Where there is smoke there is fire, eh?

Well, Keith, I am not going to speculate any further. It’s clear to anyone who has read your tripe that you have some peculiar preferences, and that your thought processes leave much to be desired.

For a man who claims to be so virtuous Keith sure does like to post titillating pictures of the many girls he has slept with…all without their permission of course. Keith doesn’t bother about other people’s sensibilities or privacy, does he?

Now here’s a little shocker Keith. People in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones. And someone has been up very close to your house and it’s amazing what we have learned.

Back in Time

Cast your mind back a few years, Keith, to 2004. Do you remember? That was when you lived in Soi Poksawat off Feangrat Road. That cheap little townhouse with the lovely garden that was perfect for your mongering, Keith? Remember the rose cuttings you imported illegally and grew out the front? You liked to pick the roses before they bloomed - just like the girls you gave them to.

Yeah, it was a really cheap place, and so were you. Keithy Weithy, why did you have no table downstairs? Were you too busy in the bedroom with the young flowers?

Ooops!

But that is nothing. What really hurt you that year was the trouble you ran into after you did the dirty with a good girl upstairs in your smelly bedroom, and her family found out.

Oooh! They didn’t like that at all. It cost you quite a lot of money to buy your way out of that little mess, didn’t it? I believe you were given the choice to either marry her or pay up. So, you paid up a lot of money instead. Was she too young for you to get married to, Keith?

That was only one of the things we have learned about you Keith. There is plenty more to come. It seems you have been a very naughty boy up there in that rural paradise where there are so many innocent girls for you to pray on.

Of course, there is no need for any more of this to reach the light of day Keith. So here’s the deal. No one cares if you write about buffalo shit, or your cheapass toilet, or all the other mundane things you choose to write about. But we do object to your constant attacks on us. Unprovoked attacks. Nasty, mean, small-minded attacks that just serve to make you the laughing stock of the foreign community here.

So if you will take out all the references to us and just leave the dross of your other writing we will stop. That’s all you have to do Keith. If you stop your attacks, so will we. But if you continue, believe me, you won’t like it the further down this road we go.

The choice is yours Keith. Stop, or suffer.