THE FOLLOWING IS A PARODY OF COMMENTS APPEARING UNDER THE POST LINKED HERE: http://thepontificator.com/2016/01/28/the-flooding-in-krendler’s-pants/, WRITTEN BY BILL SCHMALFELDT ON JANUARY 28, 2016.
DON’T BOTHER TO CLICK THAT LINK. I DISABLED IT. EVENTUALLY IT WILL BE DELETED BY BILL SCHMALFELDT, THE
GUY YELLOW WEEPING TWATWAFFLE WHO STANDS BY THE THINGS HE HAS WRITTEN!!!
UNTIL IT BECOMES INCONVENIENT, WHICH IS THE HALLMARK OF PRIDE THAT PUNCTUATES THE PATHETIC EXISTENCE OF THIS COWARDLY SLOB.
INSTEAD, READ THE POST WHERE IT HAD BEEN ARCHIVED AS ETERNAL PROTECTION AGAINST THE POST HOC DELETION AND SPOLIATION OF EVIDENCE WHICH HAS ALREADY TAKEN PLACE.
SAFE LINK: http://archive.is/cim61
Why with prejudice? Why do that to yourself? I want to support you (with anything but money and actual good wishes) but every time you play pretend lawyer I wind up watching you pound your dick with a meat tenderizer and then roll it in salt, lemon juice and mustard. Before it ever gets to a legal resolution, you know you’re going to fuck up, cut and run; THEY know you’re going to fuck up, cut and run; hell, I KNOW you’re going to fuck up, cut and run! This is why they continue to mock you without worrying about consequences…because you’re an idiot, a coward and a loser. “Start and surrender” is not a viable legal tactic. “Pay a lawyer who is ten times smarter than you” is. All you’re doing is transparently trying too hard to paint yourself as the victim of the people you stalk. Quit it.
For one thing, I have no idea who you are, William-With-The-Tell, and you can be sure that you would be doxed already if your IP address was 220.127.116.11 and not some anonymizer service in Amsterdam. So I have no idea why you are so aggravated by a decision I made to steal a big pile of towels to clean up the strategic load I dropped after I was contacted by dim Dianna Deeley’s lawyer in an extortionate attempt to get me to drop the whole suit. I am fighting this all by myself, with no help from anyone because everyone but me can see what an obviously frivolous and vexatious lost cause this is.
I dropped the dim girls with prejudice because I am NOT going to spend another wasted afternoon pouring kitty litter all over the floor and spraying gallons of Febreze to wipe out the smell of fear pee and failure vomit from the Mangina Cave! The rug people came this morning and my nice $7.99 K-Mart Blue Lite Special is completely ruined!
Are you going to pay to replace that?
I put Grady in the on deck circle for now because he was devastating in his responses last year. As a non-party, Grady loses the right to offer a pleading until such time as he is properly identified as Krendler, which he will be in the discovery process that this suit will never ever reach. Even though I’m certain he is Krendler, it’s a little problematic proving it what with the fact that I have also accused about a dozen other people of being Krendler, many times in other sworn court documents, and some as recently as a month ago, AFTER I filed this suit. He was dismissed WITHOUT prejudice, so he can be called back any time I have the goods on him. Isn’t it Pressshhhious
how, even after getting stripped to my skivvies and paddled by judges time after time after time, I continue to behave as if I understand the law? Ain’t I just the cutest goddam thing? I mean, it’s not like what the Randazza Law Firm told me about the whole suit getting dismissed won’t happen anyway, I’m just proceeding on my vexatious, frivolous way until that inevitable humiliating failure comes to pass. But in the meantime, I have Eric Johnson who I need to get revenge on for trying to get me kicked out of my apartment complex with tales about my child pornography, and also I need retribution from Sarah Palmer who presented a lot of sound evidence to a court about harassing emails and contact with her estranged husband and blog posts I wrote after receiving a cease and desist order and because she banned me from responding to her hate blog, Billy Sez which is so hatefully hateful that I can’t stop visiting every day to bathe in the hate that causes the stress which EXACERBATES MY LATE STAGE ELEVENTY PARKINSONS!! But let’s not be so short-sighted. This is not going to be settled any time soon, because I have made clear through my past behavior that I will continue to harass anyone who settles with me. Isn’t that right, Hoggy? And it will result in my getting crushed by everyone that I make the mistake of suing for what remains of my pointless and miserable life. No one takes me seriously. Scott Hinckley and John Hoge and David Edgren scare me so bad that the Mangina Cave spins like a four bottle Johnnie Blackout hangover.
No…that actually WAS a four bottle Johnnie Blackout hangover.
The best way to eat an elephant is one bite at a time, raw and unwashed, pizzle first, so I can die screaming in pain from some vile gastric infection and bring joy to the people I have been foolish enough to sue this time around.
This is the beginning, the end is not in sight, but when it comes, with me bleeding from my eyeballs to my toenails and staggering across a courtroom like a monkey trying to fuck a football, it will be WHOLLY GLORIOUS, just like in the Navy at Subic Bay, even though there seemed to be some role reversal going on there.
What was I talking about? Oh yeah.
Let them continue mocking me. [Like I need your permission – PK] They only add grist to the mill, evidence to the pile, poop flakes to the beard. More harassment? As soon as they are positively identified, they go on the docket. Because that’s how things have ALWAYS worked here at ACME Law in the District of Pretendyland, Eastern Division. We have always been at war with Eastasia.
Wanna help and not just bitch about my decisions, Bill-With-A-Tell who is totally not me? Use whatever resources you may have available to run your scooty-puff (It’s red. Vroom, VROOM!) down to ILLINOIS and sneak up on Patrick Grady and take a picture of him writing one of those posts at Thinking Man’s Zombie that are always so much funnier than Cub Scout Rape for some reason. Because I know it’s him. But he’s got to stay on the sidelines where he can’t embarrass me in front of another federal judge by telling her that I have restraining orders against me in 10% of the United States now, including one from him. Say, that’s probably some kind of record, isn’t it?
Gail, get the Guinness Book Of World Records on the phone!