Author: Paul Krendler

Left one behind in Maryland.

Left one behind in Wisconsin.

Another in Iowa.

There’s got to be another one waiting for the eventual return to blissful re-re-re-re-re-retirement in South Carolina.

The job in Okie came with a furnished trailer, if I recall, so there’s probably no new recliner there…

So I figure if the inbred DUMBFUCK twins are 99% moved in to their palatial 2BR/1BA apartment on 9th St, the missing one percent is…

shelter cats to abandon later.

I hope he’s letting them keep the recliners, at least.

UPDATE: Look what I found!

Just living his best life up there in the LATE STAGE ELEVENTY Parkinson’s-exacerbating, lifespan-shortening cold of the northern Montana plains. He seems to have no trouble risking a potentially fatal slip-and-fall in the oh-so-frigid winter to hop in his car

wait – didn’t the Parkinson’s FORCE him to quit driving and give up his driver’s license? Maybe his employers should be told about this

and bop out to the local karaoke bar either.

And for a guy who was FORCED to retire because he could no longer speak to produce podcasts for the NIH, the same guy who went on to create hundreds of failed FREE-THIRTY-DAY-TRIAL-PERIOD internet radio stations and podcasts of his own, who has spent most of the last two years retiring

I mean getting fired

and un-retiring

I mean scamming micromarket radio stations without the resources to do proper background checks

from various live radio gigs…

A guy who relocates with the frequency of a really bad con man

(or a Parkinson’s patient who can’t find a neurologist not named Grill to treat him)

A guy who makes much of his proclivity for both cigars and brown liquor

two vices generally forbidden to the average late stage Parkinson’s patient 

The claim that he has Parkinson’s disease, by his own words and deeds, is looking more and more like a malicious lie every single day.

And if that jackass would like to file a defamation claim, oh by all means DO.

For sale at WarrenForPresident.com:

Well, if his conscience hadn’t forced him to quit just before he got fired in October, this surely would have been the last straw:

Also KXRA, Alexandria, MN; KGYN Guymon, OK; and new time in KRMG Tulsa, OK! Welcome aboard! Much more to come. #DanaRadio

— Dana Loesch (@DLoesch) January 2, 2019

Dana Loesch joining the Five State Big Talker in Guymon, OK!

DUMBFUCK’S HEAD WOULD HAVE EXPLODED!

I mean, you used to talk about it

AAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLL THE TIME.

Why so shy recently?

Now, this could mean “She’s in the shower hosing off the accumulated scum of spending three days on a train,”

–OR–

it could mean “She’s in the shower hosing off the accumulated dirt, sweat and travel-weariness of three days riding Amtrak.”

If we were talking about a Truck Stop Dolly, the choice would be obvious, but we aren’t.

That doesn’t mean I don’t think the choice is the same; it just means I think it’s not as obvious.

Your mileage may vary.

After all, we are dealing with a seasoned Stolen Valor GS-13 writer-editor of OVER THREE DECADES EXPERIENCE as a journalist and radio broadcaster (and don’t forget truck driver, so really, who would know better the difference between train scum and train scum?) who was apparently miraculous cured of his 18 year bout with ADVANCED STAGE ELEVENTYSIX NEVER EVER EVER GETS BETTER PARKINSON’S DISEASE

or maybe he was always lying about it in the first place. Occam’s Razor, what do you say?

Ding! First Prize!

That’s what I thought too.

But “hosing off 3 days of train scum?” That is some dynamite mental imagery right there.

I’ll bet there’s video that NO ONE wants to see.

Seven swans a swimming,

Six geese a laying,

Four calling birds,

Three French hens,

Two turtledoves,

And a partridge in a pear tree!

And all of them tell me DUMBFUCK now lives at the corner of Washington and west 11th street in a second floor apartment facing 11th.

Merry Christmas!

Remember back in Guymon, when the first thing your new boss did was make you remove all station references from your Twitter page?

Because at this moment I am on a train, two hours away from arriving in Havre, MT, to begin my new job with New Media Broadcasters, I must respectfully ask @realDonaldTrump to remove me from consideration as his new #ChiefOfStaff. @KOJMam @KRYKfm @KPQX

— Bill Matthews (@BillMatthewsNMB) December 14, 2018

You do know you’re heading right back into the lion’s den, don’t you?

You do know you’re going to get fired at the end of your probationary period, don’t you?

You do know that big sister Donna is getting sick and fucking tired of rolling out the “take us back, my conscience kicked in again and I quit just as they kicked me out” rug for you, don’t you?

You do know that nothing says true love, nothing says I’m REALLY GOING TO MARRY YOU AND GET YOUR TEETH FIXED SO THEY LOOK AT LEAST BETTER THAN STRANNY than lighting out for northern Montana 10 days before Christmas and leaving your skank bag behind alone…

Don’t you?

Have you lost count of how many times this makes that you’ve un-re-un-re-un-re-un-retired?

I haven’t.

Today is TV game show icon Bob Barker’s 95th birthday. 

I thought to celebrate, I would share one of my very favorite moments from The Price Is Right.

It was awesome. 

Chinook Lady Beeters open Play

— KPQX (@KPQX) December 8, 2018

With a team name like that, he’ll fit right in…Irish sunglasses for everybody!!

(Author’s note: Please keep in mind that all great comedy springs from truth. With that in mind as you read the following parody, be assured that most of the circumstances that are described here – the set-ups, if not the actual punchlines – are grounded in true events. Or, if not precisely true events, then events that Bill (Schmalfeldt) Matthews has at one time or another described as true.  But he’s a documented liar, so you never can tell…which is why we have the freedom to choose which version of his bullshit stories to believe; even HE can’t keep them straight!)

Welcome to my rest stop on the Information Superhighway.

(Dang, does anyone even still call it that?)

No, DUMBFUCK – it’s just the cybertubes now. Get with it.

This is a website where I have gathered much of the audio and verbal diarrhea Bill Schmalfeldt has pimped out into the public airwaves and online. Well, not all that much, actually.  The Cub Scout Rape skits aren’t here. All the racist bits he wrote and performed – you won’t find those here either. The rambling rants against WJJ Hoge, Lee Stranahan, Aaron Walker, Knot My Wisconsin and all the other political enemies he has made, those aren’t here.  If you know where to look, though you can find every second of every stupid, vile, perverted and profane podcast he’s ever recorded.

It’s an absolute testimony to stupidity, shortsightedness, and the lingering effects of same on present and future employment prospects.  In other words, if you are a radio program director looking to hire Bill (Schmalfeldt) Matthews, you don’t have to dive too deep to find a very good reason to look elsewhere. He may look attractive because he’ll come cheap, but even for what you’ll pay, you’ll be disappointed. Especially in his ability to avoid the topics you tell him to avoid.

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