Hey, While We’re Giving Out Free Advice…

I’m not telling anyone what to do. But it seems to me that if I had

  • lost a lawsuit by voluntarily dismissing it because THE STRESS IS GOING TO KILL ME!!! (after bragging about certain victory);
  • lost a counterclaim lawsuit because I couldn’t find or serve the counterclaim defendants prior to dismissal with prejudice (after bragging about certain victory);
  • lost a third lawsuit because I don’t understand personal jurisdiction (after bragging about certain victory);
  • lost a fourth lawsuit because I couldn’t figure out how to serve the defendants (after bragging about certain victory);
  • lost a fifth lawsuit because I voluntarily dismissed it – WITH PREJUDICE! – because I had to run away from my perjured IFP application and the sanctions sought by the retired lawyer I sued (after bragging about certain victory);
  • lost a sixth lawsuit because I STILL don’t understand personal jurisdiction as well as the “Worst Lawyer in the World”™ (after bragging about certain victory);
  • filed a seventh lawsuit that was so facially without merit that a court appointed lawyer dumped me as a client, had a nervous breakdown, quit the legal profession and now works in a car wash (after bragging about certain victory);
  • filed an eighth lawsuit that will also be dismissed because I STILL don’t understand personal jurisdiction (even as I continue bragging about certain victory)…

…and if I were also a sycophant and ass-licking nut sniffer of a convicted bomber, drug dealer and forger who also happens to be an adjudicated pedophile…
…and if I were also a retired GS-13 writer editor who can neither write nor edit as well as the average 13 year old boy who has never seen a pencil…
…and if I were also a self-styled “investigative journalist of over thirty years experience” only if being a truck driver and a podunk deejay for 18 months in a market count as investigative journalism…
…and if I were also a multimedia moron who can’t seem to keep a single blog or Twitter name for more than forty days before saying something so dumb and self-incriminating it makes more sense to blow it all up and start over than to explain my idiocy…
…and if I were also a self-styled sufferer of “Parkinson’s disease” merely because I was once in the control group of a clinical study that I got kicked out of and I’ve been trying to parlay a fake disability into Progressive political street cred even though I never seems to actually get any worse…
…and if I were also a serial liar who had been caught out not dozens but HUNDREDS of times in my lies…
…and if I were also an adjudicated cyberharasser and cyberstalker with over a dozen orders of restraint to my name in half a dozen states, even though in each and every single case I BRAGGED OF CERTAIN VICTORY…
…and if I were also a man who produces, performs, broadcasts and sells audio skits depicting minors in sexual activities with adults in pornographic detail…
…and if I were also a man who produces, performs, broadcasts and sells audio skits that are purely racist in nature…
…and if I were also a man who refers to African Americans as “boy” in my podcasts…
…and if I were also a man who refers to Asian woman as mail order brides…
…and if I were also a twice-cuckolded useless excuse for a husband whose children – some of whom are even the fruit of my loins, though I’m not sure which ones – want nothing to do with me…
…and if I were also a man who sets up online dating profiles in which I lie about the fact that I have children and that I smoke like a fucking chimney, even though it’s bad for my fake Parkinson’s disease…
…and if I were also a man who enjoys an occasional top-shelf bourbon because I’m truly desperate enough to pay for it after wiping out the entire stock of the generic label at the Piggly Wiggly, even though it’s bad for my fake Parkinson’s…
…and if I were also a man so desperate to set up my enemies that I would curb rub my tires until they blow just so I could file a police report accusing a man of slashing them…
…and if I were also a man who sets up a GoFundMe to finance a 14,000 mile road trip two months before declaring myself so disabled by fake Parkinson’s that I cannot drive…
…and if I were also a man who drove 3000 miles from Iowa to South Carolina to Iowa to South Carolina just to chase the withered **** of the ugliest inflat-a-skank on the eastern seaboard two months before declaring myself so disabled by fake Parkinson’s that I cannot drive…

…common sense would dictate that I have no leg to stand on if I want to argue that anyone else is responsible for destroying my “sterling reputation” other than myself.

Boy! Thank God I’m none of those things…just the accruate reflection of someone who is ALL THOSE THINGS!


Take the balloon animal’s advice, DUMBFUCK:

Everything will proceed as I have foreseen:

Dismissal for all defendants – lack of jurisdiction.

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Author: Paul Krendler

The Thinking Man’s Zombie

14 thoughts on “Hey, While We’re Giving Out Free Advice…”

  1. Lordy! That there is one exhausting list!

    Is "sterling reputation" code for "I'm so disgusting I have to try and polish this turd so much that no one notices?" Cuz it sure seems like it to me. All it's doing is making things stink more. Friction + turd /= good things.

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  2. I have a couple more.

    …and if I were also an internet personality clown who plays pronographic and racist audio skits mixed with stupid personal and political commentary until his 30 day trial period expires and, finding NO new listeners, closes the channel and opens a new 30 day trial period channel to do the same thing over again, month after month for years…

    …and if I were a pussy who hides under the porch when a felon I doxxed from Florida might come looking for me or when an enemy I petitioned against to get a restraining order shows up for the hearing…

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  3. a man who drove 3000 miles from Iowa to South Carolina to Iowa to South Carolina just to chase the withered **** of the ugliest inflat-a-skank on the eastern seaboard two months before declaring myself so disabled by fake Parkinson’s that I cannot drive…

    There is FIVE letters in "cooch," and I am pretty sure he/she/it is the ugliest on EITHER coast.

    I noticed that nazty azz inflata-ho sure likes telling others to shut up.

    Fuck you, you verminous snaggletoothed bitch.

    Just try and shut me up.

    I fucking triple dog dare you.

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  4. Reno of the Turks @turkresisting
    "He needs to shut up and get a *life* is what he needs."

    But PK does have a *life*, he provides a valuable service by allowing the rest of the internet to have a home and join him in Pointing, Laughing and Mocking at the Piece of Shit called Bill SchmallBalls.

    Thank You Paul for providing this service!

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    1. A life? Like running an internet resistance out of a "hotel condo" with a guy pushing a fake disease because you don't have many other options in life?

      Huh...

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  5. You forget a man who blogs about :

    -shitting himself while sitting in a chair at his mother's;
    -pissing himself when being served legal papers by a police officer (in a case he was certain to win);
    -live blogs his mother's death ;
    -distributes publicly, death bed photos of Soulmate V1.0

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    1. "-lie blogs his mother's death"
      FIFY
      Never there: too convenient, logistics don't add up, screwy travel for the trip, bitch did protest too much, never could deliver more than press obit photo despite empty threats, way outside his empathy range

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