The Following Letters Were Just Sent – To Everyone, Everywhere



To whoever is reading this (Everyone, Everywhere):

I am a nearly 60-year old man, a retired federal government employee, living with Stage IV Parkinson’s disease. I am also a whiny bitch. I am reaping the rewards of many years of online harassment of men whose diarrhea I am not fit to strain into a blender of mayonnaise to make a delicious smoothie. I am being continually force-fed my just desserts by a person I believe to be Blurrity B. Blurry, Blurpy N. Blurblurby Blurt, Bluriblur, BL BLURR-BLUR. His phone number is BLU-BLU-BLUR, his IP Address is BL.URB.LUB.LUR.

He runs an anonymous blog called Blurring Blur’s Blurrie ( that is completely devoted to highlighting my reputation. At the moment, Mr. Blurry is conspiring with his readers to post false negative reviews on my various products on

I know this because he sent someone a Direct Message on Twitter that could only have been about me. Because all Direct Messages are about me.

EVERYTHING is about me. Why else would I tweet all day about my wife instead of Parkinson’s Disease advocacy, which is what I keep insisting I want to do?

I don’t know. Whatever.

I know of one person who can positively identify “Blurdler” as Blurry. His name is Blurriam Blur Joblur Blur III, 29 Blurdge Blurd, Winchesblur, Blurryland. His phone number is (BLU) RBL-URBY. Mr. Blur can positive identify “Blurdler” since he allegedly purchased the “world book and e-book rights” to the following piece of filth Blurdler posted on his blog. He mailed a check to “Blurdler’s” address, then sued me (unsuccessfully) for copyright infringement in the U.S. District Court for the District of Blurryland for using this garbage in a book to show the distance folks are willing to go in their efforts to show my true nature.

This was his first blog entry. It has nothing whatsoever do to with anything I have ever written, and no matter what he says it’s not a parody and it’s not fiction. I swear to God it’s like he was hiding in my house!

Through my own process of investigation, I have discovered that “Blurdler” is the aforementioned Blurry. I won’t bore you with how I found out, because I’m probably wrong again like always. You can ascertain the truth of this by asking Mr. Blur (under oath) and inquiring of Mr.. Blurry.

I have written to BlurredPress/Bluromattic in the past about this blog violating the BlurredPress/Bluromattic terms of service for copyright violation, invasion of privacy, interference with publicity rights, and the failure to label obscene material as mature, which I have never done, as far as anyone knows, because I have so much pride in my writing that 98.7% of it winds up going down the memory hole (Of course that number jumps to 99.628% when you include all the Tweets I’ve never, ever deleted. Up until now, I have been ignored by BlurredPress/Bluromattic. It might be because I’m a whiny cum-gargling fuckwit monkey vulva’d bitch who can’t take what I dish out.

I don’t know. Whatever.

The problem with this is, these blog entries show up on Google because they get page views. They’re funny. Funnier than hell, actually. They are shedding the light of truth on my reputation as a merchant of smears and lies. Other right wing bloggers have joined in the merriment and, as a result, I have been painted in the dark, ugly hues that match the tinct of my tainted soul, and I can’t help but feel this is interfering with the sales of my smear books.

Two other individuals, Blurric B. Blurson, BLUR Blurrock Rd, Blurris, UR, and Bhlurs Blurther, BLUR Blurlington Ave, Blur, Blurine, LU, have been actively involved with Mr. Blur and Mr. Blurry in defaming me. Mr. Blurson, under the pen name of BLUR, has been bragging on “Blurdler’s” Blog about writing negative reviews of my smear books that he has never purchased and only reads the online samples. And he promises to continue doing so, despite my warning that he cease and desist treating me as I treat others, the meanie! Bhlurs Blurther has been involved with me since I was epically pwn3d by his “Knot in My Blursblursin” Facebook crew in 2011 in their involvement with an effort to scam the media (and me, they’re mutually exclusive) into thinking they were trying to interfere with the gathering of petitions to recall their governor. He uses the name “Blurard B. Lurl” or Embrlurrybluriddleablurum, but he has been positively identified as Blurther by his former “Knot” cronies (who shined me on before and would never do it again! Because by God, if I could drive or lift my arms, I’d beat them to death and they know it) and by my own investigation which has misidentified him “about a hundred and forty-seven times, and it keeps gettin’ funnier every time I fail at it!!”

What I want is to be able to harass these people without consequence. I want these people to have nothing to do with me. I want them to stop telling people the truth about my books and to stop doing such a good job spreading my trashy reputation all over the Internet. I want someone to conspire with me to harass them, and to conspire to write fake positive reviews for my smear books so they will sell a few more copies and I can buy a special jar of wasabi mayonnaise to paint my taint.

What I want is, after two long years of this, is for law enforcement to take me seriously for the online threat that I am – a deranged, unbalanced, undiagnosed, unmedicated, unsupervised, undisciplined, serially adjudicated cyber-harassing online thug who cannot stop, will not stop digging into the private lives of people who would rather I just go away. Please, please, PLEASE SEND SOMEONE TO FIT ME FOR AN EXTRA-LONG-SLEEVED JACKET, a big poke of Thorazine and a ride to a nice assisted living facility where I’ll be protected from myself –
a disabled Vietnam Era veteran, a Stage IV Parkinson’s disease survivor who has pledged the proceeds of his piddling sales to the benefit of Parkinson’s disease research agencies who, once they take a close look, run like the Mississippi in flood season.

I have been tormenting these people, and others, for more than two years. Mr. Blur has had to seek two separate peace orders against me. The first he won from a judge who disagreed with me regarding what behavior constitutes harassment. The second was uncontested because I failed to check the calendar and didn’t bother to appear. But it was ALL HIS FAULT BECAUSE NOTHING IS EVER MY FAULT! I always have a lie, an excuse, a prevarication, a rationalization for my behavior and an externalized cause for why it has never turned out my way.

I have asked Blurnry County, UR, as well as Blurard County, Blurryland, Blurine County, LU, and now Blurk County, BL to investigate the activities of these people and all I get is shrugged shoulders and advice to “get off the internet and they’ll stop bothering you.” Which, oddly, is the same advice the people I torment give me. Isn’t that weird. I don’t know. Whatever. The Internet is my last connection with the outside world, and I will not allow criminals to deny me that connection. Dear God, how did old people survive before the Great Gift of the Benevolent AlGore, Peace Be Upon Him?

I put it to our elected representatives and law enforcement to look into this. Here in Maryland, we have dandy laws to protect minors from people like me. But an adult living on a meager pension who can’t take triple the butthurt he tries to dish out is out of luck. I can’t afford a lawyer, hooch is weird because I was making nearly $100k when they “forced” me to retire, and I can’t find anyone willing to sue these people on a “contingency.” Maybe it’s because I’m a “cretin” who can’t “understand” that not even the lowest, scum-sucking, bottom-dwelling “ambulance chaser” will take a case on “contingency” if that case has no “chance” of “prevailing” on the “merits.”

But, “hey,” “don’t” “these” “air quotes” “make” “me” “look” “cool,” “hip” “and” “smart?”

I need law enforcement to do its job and stop me before I dox again. I need these Internet service providers to live up to their terms of service and ban me for life. I need protection from these people who are out to destroy any chance I have at living my life without being able to harass you, should the mood strike me. They have already so poisoned Google that anyone searching my name will see all manner of hilarity. And mayonnaise.

I need an advocate to look out for my interests, because if nothing else in this letter is true, I am not capable of recognizing my interests. It’s me vs. all of them. I started this war, and now the Allies have taken Berlin and I’m alone in the bunker. I need your help. Hit. The. Freaking. Tip. Jar.

Thank you.

Parkinson Williams
Blurridge, Blurryland


Author: Paul Krendler

The Thinking Man's Zombie

18 thoughts on “The Following Letters Were Just Sent – To Everyone, Everywhere”

  1. Not to be a bitchy whiney victim but you left out the smear books, the DMCA and the federal courts ordering him to remove material, the retraining (restraining inst happening so he is retraining himself to avoid getting convicted) the retaining orders from other states

    Check your DM now please its important...

  2. "...a special jar of wasabi mayonnaise to paint my taint."


    He really doesn't take his own medicine well, huh?

    "...I was epically pwn3d by his “Knot in My Blursblursin” Facebook crew in 2011.."

    Like Kunte Kinte

  3. "I pretend to be an Internet ninja assassin on Twitter, but I want the government to be my mommy (like Judge Hollander) because I so regularly start fights that I can't win. This makes me feel inadequate, and that might prove that my three wives were right.

    Did I mention that I have Parkinson's? I do. I have Parkinson's. Lots and lots of Parkinson's. Enough Parkinson's to fill a double-wide.

    When I'm not digging up pictures of dead girls on the Internet, I write universally ignored press releases, threaten multi-billion, publicly traded corporations and piss and moan to the police, who keep telling me that they have "real crimes" to investigate. I obviously don't make it completely clear to them that I have Parkinson's, even though I refer to it at least once every paragraph.

    All I want to do is advocate for Parkinson's. Or against it. Whichever. But whenever I try, I lose FOCUS and use the same Twitter feed that I suck up to Micheal J. Fox with to go on psychotic and vulgar rants against my enemies, both real and imagined. This is further proof of a conspiracy against me. I didn't WANT to make a photoshop of some broad in Arizona who had never heard of me standing atop an enormous cockhead, they FORCED me to. I was TRICKED, which happens frequently, despite my being an award winning investigative journalist.

    Did you know that I was tricked into not going to court to defend against a Peace Order appeal that I knew about (and mocked) for at least two months? TRICKERY! I bet it happened to Woodward and Bernstein all the time. Another peace order was extended, even though I made a You Tube video of my tearing up the legally served paperwork. No one listens to the disabled, I guess.

    I can't even get the ambulance chasers who advertise on Three's Company re-runs to be my mommy. Between hearty guffaws, they say things like "deranged cyber-stalker," "lunatic" and "asshole." When I try to explain that Google and Facebook did that to me, they usually hang up. I keep forgetting to photoshop a dick in their mouths because Parkinson's.

    Even Brett Kimberlin can't protect me from the weeping twats and the dim, dim girls out there, and he blew some guy's leg off! That's why I need District Attorneys and Internet Service Providers to write new Bill Schmalfeldt laws, even though that isn't what they do. Google is starting to make me look bad.

    Oopsie Poopsie,

    William M. Schmalfeldt
    Elkridge, Maryland"

  4. Tremont Spitz here - bringing to NPR 8 'the ocho' quality back of the dial - late of the hour

    Its time for Acme Law's the 230am show "Tales from the Free Cart" - also sponsored by the NIH information Hour and by the Balitmore Wednesday School of Journalism and Bus Pass Office.

    We usually pick from the bottom of the free cart because most libraries don't bother to bring them in out of the rain.

    Here we have more gems from that dirty little manchild's sneaky little phrases cleverly disguised as a childrens primer - tee hee - tee hee - oh he's a spicy one this writer.

    In this amazingly vapid paragraph, one must wonder if blood sugar may have been involved"

    In the true spirit of bipartisanship, we came to an agreement. The dogs would limit their crapping to the living room rug until November 2011. Then a bipartisan commission of four - both dogs, my wife and myself, will discuss where to go from there. The dogs will, of course, demand an expansion of their rights to crap, not only on the living room [reviewer's note: its "IN" the living room - "IN" not "ON" - you crap ON the floor IN the living room], but perhaps in the hallway as well. We will once again ask the dogs to find some way to bring in revenue [reviewer's note - "find some way" - you mean "find some OTHER way" - well run on and missing words do little to stop this stinky little genius from wasting a perfectly good tree]

    well there's a typical example of why it was at the very bottom of the Baltimore Central Library's free cart - first one thrown in.

    I think the middle school student needed to understand successful satire requires that you first have a target, then correctly using imagery other than crap, dogs, used too many times - dogs was used 6 times in one paragraph - six times SIx in a paragraph of only 80 words, never once varying it like those four legged scamps, or those shit machines, or something

    Well - it is the NIH product of the Wednesday school of Journalism...

    Wait until tomorrow night when he tried to actually be funny.... oh the results are hilarious

    This is Tremont Spitz reminding you - if you think you can right - stop giving away free books for reviews...

  5. ".... all I get is shrugged shoulders and advice to “get off the internet and they’ll stop bothering you.” "
    What was actually said: "If we have to take official notice of this then you will be arrested and charged. It is best if you just drop it, and stop bothering these poor people."

    1. When he challenges the reviews of his book - one I looked at in depth last night - he takes images - without permission that I can find - I mean its possible that he paid fee's for use - its possible, so is the chance that after years of harassment and years of threats - that they will side with Barabbas.

  6. So who do I report all those images too to see if they are comfortable with his use for profit of those images?

  7. Everyone please check tomorrow evening the secret place there will be posted the initial legal complaint - if you have some of his tweets please post them now today if you can over there - those with dates and times are valuable and are necessary for the timeline - remember this is for the legal departments of private companies these are not going to the courts - that's up to them - but several now are asking for detailed information. - no tweet is unimportant - its vital I have over a thousand - maybe more but I think three thousand slides and pictures that he has created are going to be more than enough.


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