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Oh no! Louis deleted his Twitter account! What's the reason this time?


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Lou's Reddit account troll has been suspiciously quiet lately, what gives? Can't get any attention using that method anymore?

I think Die, depending on the context, is one of those instant ban words on Twitter.

Oh you mean like this?
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It also could be "RIP in peace." Louis tends to adopt surface-level internet lingo like that.

It's honestly hard to tell, because Louis is so tone deaf. However, whether he had a typo in his suicide bait or a joke in his suicide bait, either doesn't change the fact that it's pretty low-effort suicide bait.
 
Louis Dominic Gagliardi III is fat and I wouldn't have sex with him. Getting his leg cut off would lose him some weight but still couldn't make him any less fat.
Therefore Louis Dominic Gagliardi III was fat, is fat, and is going to be fat, and I wouldn't have sex with him even if I had an amputee fetish and he was the second last living person on Earth.

IME diabetics generally don't get prosthetics because losing a toe or two is just the beginning and they eventually arrive at the hip bone. Obviously all diabetics aren't getting their legs amputated, only those incapable of managing their conditions. Like Raging Asshole with a Raging Diabetes Lardo Retardo.
 
I gotta admit, I love the thought of Louie wanting to lose his foot for the grifting potential, only to get a very real, very visceral slap in the face of what that reality would entail. Like the post-op transexuals who realise "fuck, wait, this isn't a vagina, it's an open wound I need to keep open", Lou would have that same reaction. It would be life-altering, and totally deserved.

Imagine Lou is misfortunate enough to get phantom pains. Itching on a limb that isn't there. Imagine the horror when he realises it takes triple the time to hobble to the toilet. Realising a prosthetic foot cannot support his weight and hurts like a bitch.

Imagine that sinking feeling of real hopelessness he would feel for the first time in his life, as he finally understands what a proper disability is. Every aspect of your life is negatively affected. You can't stand up for too long, so cooking becomes harder. You sit down, but then the thought of getting up from your seat means even more effort. Can't walk to Wal-Mart anymore! How would he handle stairs? Imagine every time you simply move around your house without thinking it - now imagine every time that happens and you don't have a fucking leg to stand on. (Haw!)

..... and all of this compounded by Lou's 500 pound frame.

Fuck I'm hard just thinking about it. Hurry up and just down straight sugar, Louie. Nothing would make me happier than you finally coming to the real world and facing something you never have: consequences!

Then again, Lou thinks we're just being mean and that horrible scenario will never play out. Just like when we were lying about his diabetic foot ulcer. What did he say again? "Kiwifarms was right"? Hmmmmmm....
 
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I gotta admit, I love the thought of Louie wanting to lose his foot for the grifting potential, only to get a very real, very visceral slap in the face of what that reality would entail. Like the post-op transexuals who realise "fuck, wait, this isn't a vagina, it's an open wound I need to keep open", Lou would have that same reaction. It would be life-altering, and totally deserved.

Imagine Lou is misfortunate enough to get phantom pains. Itching on a limb that isn't there. Imagine the horror when he realises it takes triple the time to hobble to the toilet. Realising a prosthetic foot cannot support his weight and hurts like a bitch.

Imagine that sinking feeling of real hopelessness he would feel for the first time in his life, as he finally understands what a proper disability is. Every aspect of your life is negatively affected. You can't stand up for too long, so cooking becomes harder. You sit down, but then the thought of getting up from your seat means even more effort. Can't walk to Wal-Mart anymore! How would he handle stairs? Imagine every time you simply move around your house without thinking it - now imagine every time that happens and you don't have a fucking leg to stand on. (Haw!)

..... and all of this compounded by Lou's 500 pound frame.

Fuck I'm hard just thinking about it. Hurry up and just down straight sugar, Louie. Nothing would make me happier than you finally coming to the real world and facing something you never have: consequences!

You and I are passengers in the same boat, my friend. I long for the day when reality kicks down Louie's front door, flops down right on his couch, and proceeds to make the rest of his life a living hell. That's the day that will make all this worth it.
 
Other than severe hypoglycemia and DKA, diabetes complications don't kill quickly. (Lou's Type II besides, and lives with other people who will eventually notice he's unconscious.) Lou amputation-bating is like an edgy smoker saying "so I get lung cancer and die, whatever," when he's really staring down the barrel of ten to twenty increasingly miserable years with COPD.

Lou's mom is an enabler as far as housing goes, but I don't get the feeling she likes him enough to empty his pee jugs or bring food to his bed.

If he ever loses more leg than a transmetatarsal amputation, it's the beginning of a SNF saga. Size disparity between a patient and their family at home gets taken into account. Usually it's that Grandma is 80, five foot tall, and has osteoporosis so she can't pick Grandpa up off the floor, but I don't think Mama Gags would be willing to help five bills of Lou stump up the stairs.
 
Other than severe hypoglycemia and DKA, diabetes complications don't kill quickly. (Lou's Type II besides, and lives with other people who will eventually notice he's unconscious.) Lou amputation-bating is like an edgy smoker saying "so I get lung cancer and die, whatever," when he's really staring down the barrel of ten to twenty increasingly miserable years with COPD.

Lou's mom is an enabler as far as housing goes, but I don't get the feeling she likes him enough to empty his pee jugs or bring food to his bed.

If he ever loses more leg than a transmetatarsal amputation, it's the beginning of a SNF saga. Size disparity between a patient and their family at home gets taken into account. Usually it's that Grandma is 80, five foot tall, and has osteoporosis so she can't pick Grandpa up off the floor, but I don't think Mama Gags would be willing to help five bills of Lou stump up thinstants.

Now I'm getting a mental image of Louie getting leg-stumped and demanding strangers on Twitter pony up the scratch to pay for one of those powered chair lifts for him to get up and down the stairs. You know the kind, like the evil old lady in the film Gremlins had. And of course he would demand the money for a scooty-puff of his very own that he would never actually use, but absolutely has to have because of course he does. I can even see all the bullshit reasons and excuses he would use.
 
Now I'm getting a mental image of Louie getting leg-stumped and demanding strangers on Twitter pony up the scratch to pay for one of those powered chair lifts for him to get up and down the stairs. You know the kind, like the evil old lady in the film Gremlins had. And of course he would demand the money for a scooty-puff of his very own that he would never actually use, but absolutely has to have because of course he does. I can even see all the bullshit reasons and excuses he would use.
I'm imagining him scooting down the sidewalks of his shitty Pittsburg suburb on his way to Wal Mart, yelling at any pedestrian unlucky enough to cross his path. Remember Mobility Mary? Like her. He would absolutely record people who don't jump out of his way immediately and put it online, thinking it makes him look pitiable and like the ultimate victim.
 
This is another horseshoe theory moment with Clawshrimpy. @Second Missing Primarch I remember he would wage jihad against Twitter for putting him on timeout for literally telling his "suicidal" friends that he could "die with them" or that he "understood their choice" (to an hero). I'm putting suicidal in square quotes because most of his orbiters were other heinous attention whores, but presumably Shrimpy was taking them at face value. When he inevitably got reported for ENCOURAGING HIS FRIENDS TO KILL THEMSELVES, he would whine about Twitter raping him by "policing his depressed thoughts." Lou also loves to suicide-bait, but for him, it seems more utilitarian--he does it to get money or win arguments. Not to say that attention isn't a factor, but it seems to be a practical manipulation tool for him, as opposed to being part of some bizarre psychosexual performance.
I think you've got it right. For Lou, everything centers around his grifting, whereas for Shrimpy everything centers around his chosen identity as a "suicidal queer neurodivergent enby", so they'll employ the same tactics to different ends. Shrimpy actually just had a meltdown that illustrates these differences quite effectively. He flipped out because someone said that mentally ill people shouldn't be given a pass on doing stupid bullshit just because they're mentally ill and had a huge crytyping Twitter tantrum where he bitched and moaned and suicide-baited and generally tried to leech pity from his remaining followers by abasing himself. If Lou had been in that same situation he'd have gotten into an autistic slapfight with the guy, called him a Nazi, then wound up the day by dramatically sighing about how sad and worthless he was and, hey, by the way, it'd be really nice if someone gave him a few bucks so he could buy some art to make himself feel better, but nothing is mandatory, yinz guys, #tramscrowfund.
 
And of course he would demand the money for a scooty-puff of his very own that he would never actually use, but absolutely has to have because of course he does. I can even see all the bullshit reasons and excuses he would use.
I've posted before how surprised I am that Lou isn't raising funds for a power chair or scooter.

New, they're expensive, but people are always dying. If you have more time than money, you can keep an eye on craigslist/Facebook/etc and wait for an overwhelmed heir to price one low.

Around here, you see homeless people basing their lifestyle around a mobility scooter or wheelchair, unplugging a vending machine at night so they can charge up the chair. You also see some interesting pressure ulcers from spending the whole day in a wrong-sized seat that never gets cleaned.
 
I've posted before how surprised I am that Lou isn't raising funds for a power chair or scooter.
Lou's dream day involves sitting or lying around his room with a couple of screens on while he dicks around online. He might think to grift for a scooter at some point, but right now he thinks losing a foot is just the perfect excuse to not do anything he doesn't want to do.

It's his dream 'get out of jail free' card. In his mind it likely makes him more disabled than his nephew and his stepfather, so he'll have to get more attention (read: food and things done for him). I very much doubt he thinks it would be more than a minor inconvenience, because he's a moron who probably can't feel his feet most of the time anyway.

Lou will never kill himself. That would take both effort and a real desire to do it, rather than performative whining. But he's chosen to let himself die in the most inconvenient way possible, making him a true example of someone who will die as he lived: a burden to all.
 
Despite using mostly furry masks, Lou is now wanting people to donate to get a set of N95 masks. Either it's a lie or they lost the several masks in their coom cave bedroom
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Lou tries to imply that millennials are okay with becoming like boomers when it comes to children enjoying things, because they regularly embrace becoming like a boomer.
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The Gneech is apparently the reason why Lou is a furry which would explain his borderline-fetishistic desire for his art.
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Edit: The fact that Lou wants countries to return to old kingdom styles weirds me out.
I'm assuming that's what he's referring to at least, it could very well be something from a TV show.
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Ever hear of bedsores? That's what happens when a person stays in one position for too long. Your flesh literally sloughs as it stays compressed, uncleaned and uncared for for too long. Losing your feet now means it's harder to retain mobility required to avoid this..
When you're a sedentary fatty like Lou, bedsores aren't nearly as remote a possibility as you might like to think. One of my personal cows is a pretty heavyset fakeboi who's super lazy and does nothing but sit on her ass all day, and I know of at least one time where she made a big twitter drama about the ~mysterious ailment~ that she was totally going to the doctor over... which was VERY quickly memory holed and never mentioned again once she assumedly went and got told she had given herself a bedsore from sitting on her ass nonstop (which was super obvious to everyone who knew her).
She was shaped like a beanbag but Lou's way bigger. I had thought it was almost a gimme that he was gonna get him just after his foot sepsis saga, was legit surprised he didn't.

I've posted before how surprised I am that Lou isn't raising funds for a power chair or scooter.
I don't think Lou will grift for a scootypuff because while expensive, they're an achievable grift if enough sob story twitter types toss money at you, and then Lou would have to actually spend those sweet, sweet grift bucks on something other than his usual garbage and I think that would legit break his cholesterol-ladened heart. Plus, if he put up a big grift like that and it stalled he'd be stuck in a situation where he'd REALLY get shit for his million and one luxuries because he wouldn't have the 'sometimes if I have any left I buy a want' excuse with a stated large goal in mind. I think the only way he'd ever grift for one is if his family actually came into one for Stepdad Joe and he could use it to take fake photos after the fact.
Also he doesn't go outside, his neighborhood looks like that shit would get stolen in a hot second if it was left outside, and Lou lives in mommy's attic so he'd be kind of boned if he was ever actually crippled.
Ain't gonna happen.
 
Despite using mostly furry masks, Lou is now wanting people to donate to get a set of N95 masks. Either it's a lie or they lost the several masks in their coom cave bedroom
I remember much earlier in this thread Lou actually having masks, and a furry one as well, even. I imagine that Lou actually did lose/toss these masks.

The Gneech is apparently the reason why Lou is a furry which would explain his borderline-fetishistic desire for his art.
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This one is funny because it full on explains why Lou only ever cycles through big cat fursona's. This however makes me wonder why he is still fixated on muscles so much since that is, from my understanding, a "you just joined the fandom" type fetish. this also re-inforces my idea that people into muscles are fat as fuck and people into fatfur are actually slim built
 
When you're a sedentary fatty like Lou, bedsores aren't nearly as remote a possibility as you might like to think.
I have met a person with a Stage 3 pressure ulcer on the topside of their gunt, from sitting at a computer desk. Ambulatory (enough) and under 40.
I remember much earlier in this thread Lou actually having masks, and a furry one as well, even. I imagine that Lou actually did lose/toss these masks.
Not to get into anything, but this could be legit, as far as any of his begging is legit. Cloth masks and procedure masks mostly protect people from your own droplets; N95 masks protect you from other people. Lou could actually be making the reasonable plan to wear a cloth mask over a KN95 when he rides the bus, as a person of girth and ill health.
This one is funny because it full on explains why Lou only ever cycles through big cat fursona's. This however makes me wonder why he is still fixated on muscles so much since that is, from my understanding, a "you just joined the fandom" type fetish.
And also Gneech can't draw. Muscles.
 
Lou also overestimates how sexist the requirements for getting tubes tied are, in wake of the genuine possibility of Roe v. Wade getting overturned in an upcoming SCOTUS hearing.
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Lou also complains that senators are forcing him to pay high prescription costs even though not only does he have medicaid, the biggest reason why they aren't voting for it is the fact that it would include better paths toward citizenship for immigrants.
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Edit: Lou's doctor is continuing to suggest bariatric surgery to reduce his girth, and has decided not to do so because on the slim chance his insurance won't cover it, it'll be tens of thousands of dollars. Diabetes is expensive, dude. You signed up for this.
also dying is expensive too.
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Lou also compares himself to Korra from TLOK shortly before that, proving again that he imprints on characters that actually benefit people out of pure delusion.
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Edit: Lou's doctor is continuing to suggest bariatric surgery to reduce his girth, and has decided not to do so because on the slim chance his insurance won't cover it, it'll be tens of thousands of dollars. Diabetes is expensive, dude. You signed up for this.
also dying is expensive too.
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Lou is betting that his audience doesn't understand how health insurance works.

For something elective like bariatric surgery you'd apply for prior authorization, where the insurance company would check that you fit all the requirements and your doctor has documented adequately that the planned intervention will help you. This is where the insurance company wants proof of medical compliance and of previous trials of less-invasive things like medically supported diets. Just like paying for nonformulary medications, the insurance company wants to be absolutely certain you've tried the cheaper options first.

Given Lou's been fired from his previous PCP and was too triggered to talk to a diabetes educator, plus his speddy reading comprehension and penmanship, I can see how prior auth wouldn't be a slam dunk.

There's one common factor with all these rejections, and it's full of hubris and spaghetti.
 
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