Good Afternoon, DUMBFUCK PUSSY!

I have engaged with you directly on Twitter. Don’t blame me because you’re too fucking stupid to figure out who I am. Here’s a hint – quit blocking people you can’t match up with intellectually.

NARRATOR: He means ‘everyone,’ Bill.

Do you never wonder how we always find your Twitter, always find out exactly where you live, always know exactly what stupidity you’ve gotten up to?

It’s simple:  Smarter. Than. You.

It also doesn’t hurt that you can’t help but blab your every activity to anyone who wants to look for it.

I have chosen a much more secure way of living my life.

You don’t know my Twitter handle. You don’t know my several backup Twitter handles (you might want to review the list of handles you have banned this year because you can’t run with the Big  Dogs…three of them are me, you fucking coward). You don’t know where I live.  You don’t know where I work. You don’t know my wife, my kids, or anything about my life that I don’t want you to know.

NARRATOR: You know nothing about Krendler, Bill.

I can predict exactly what would happen if you did.  I have looked at your attempted interactions with many people (in no particular order):

John Hoge
Ali Akbar
Marvin Rodriguez
Dave Alexander
Sarah Palmer
Lee Stranahan
Michael Malone
David Edgren
Jerry Fletcher
Chris Heather

…to name just a few.

My family and I don’t need your extra special personalized attention in our lives.  Likewise, I find it reasonable to presume that you would not enjoy my narrowly focused, high impact, personalized response to such interference. So forgive me for believing it’s just best for everyone if I prevent you from acting on your obsessive compulsion, and act accordingly, even though you cannot.

NARRATOR: In other words, Bill…FUCK OFF.

You want me to engage directly with you? Fine.  I’ve said before that the comments are open, even to you, as long as you can maintain a certain level of decorum (let’s just say if you demand that I stop contacting you on my own blog, you’re gonna get slapped down hard).

I’ll even come over to Twitter from time to time.  It will be up to you to figure out if it’s me. I guarantee I will cop to it if you ask. And when you block me (which you always do…because THAT is what creampuff cowardly snowflakes do, you useless PUSSY), I will expose your continuing cowardice right here.

That’s the deal.

Step up or step off.

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Author: Paul Krendler

The Thinking Man's Zombie

7 thoughts on “Good Afternoon, DUMBFUCK PUSSY!”

  1. Classic investigative journamalism by Bill Schmalfeldt:
    "If you choose to disregard this very reasonable request, you bear partial responsibility for whatever happens next.

    Be well."

    May 4, 2014 at 10:46 am:
    "I will do what I have to do. And, unless you have a signed document assigning rights to Hoge, do not contact me again."

    May 4, 2014 at 2:28 pm, 4 hours later!:
    "Please follow me and DM me on Twitter so I can very politely ask you a very important question. Thank you."

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    1. That proves that william m schmalfeldt sr has no idea how the publishing industry works, even though he has "published" 34 so called books.

      removes spaces

      ht tps://www.goodreads.com/author/list/8536707.William_M_Schmalfeldt_Sr

      ht tps://www.goodreads.com/author/list/4106234.Bill_Schmalfeldt

      Dam I just l had a thought it have to be a world record to have published more books than copies actually sold! LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLLOLOLOLOLLOLOLOLOOLOLLOLOLLLOLOLLOLOLOLLO

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  2. "Creampuff snowflake crybaby" conjures an image of someone faking a disease so they can avoid court like a pussy-ass BITCH, then cry they'll sue if they are forced to follow the rules and/or show up in person.

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  3. For a guy as obese as Bill Schmalfeldt, should he be mentioning candy cotton filled scrotums?

    I am sure that would contain all the calories required to have helped him get to his present shape. (and round is a shape).

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    1. The only thing that would get DUMBFUCK to come running faster than a scrotum full of cotton candy would be an asshole full of cotton candy.

      Although, he might already have one of those.

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