Good Morning, DUMBFUCK!

 9:54 PM YESTERDAY:

“Waaaah!  Waaaaah!  Look what a poor victim I am!  Look how meeeeeeaaan to me they are!  Waaaaaah!  Waaaaaahh!

40 MINUTES EARLIER:

   

 

Wait…what?  I thought he already doxed Grace, our San Fancisco hair stylist/fugitive Louisiana midwife or something.  It had to be true because he’s never faildoxed anybody. Just ask John Smith, who sent him a Tub’o’Turds:

 

But seriously, back to last night.

5 minutes after whining about mean people:

   

 

Sure she did.  Still waiting on a cause of death on a notarized death certificate…but we can always speculate…

 
But never mind that now.  We need to finish with last night’s epic hypocrisy.

   
 

What’s the matter, I wonder?  Does DUMBFUCK NOT LIKE THE TASTE OF HIS OWN CEREAL?

  
KA-BOOM!!

I hope that DUMBFUCK remembers during his regular morning F5 RAGEFEST…

 
…that he’s all het up over…a little ole nobody! 

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Say There, DUMBFUCK!

 While John Hoge is off at Field Day 2015 pursuing his hobby, I wonder what DUMBFUCK thinks about when he takes a break from marveling at how obsessed HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGE!!! is with him.

…wait, what?

Gail who? Oh, you mean the Dog Whisperer?  Haven’t seen her in a week or so…why do you ask?

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Good Morning, DUMBFUCK!

6-26-2015 5-53-12 PM

OOOOOoooooOOOOOoooooOOOOOoooooh!    Scary.

I wonder if it has any idea how insignificant it is.

(I really don’t….ssshhhh!)

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Good Morning, DUMBFUCK!

  

First of all, Morgana wrote that post.

Second, it was about DUMBFUCK. (Not TO DUMBFUCK, about DUMBFUCK.  There’s a world of difference.  Even DUMBFUCKS know that.)

Now, if an average everyday DUMBFUCK wants to think a post about it is a post about nothing, neither Morgana nor I will stand in the way of a DUMBFUCK calling itself “nothing,” except perhaps to say its self-image may be elevated above reasonable expectations.

It has a tall hill to climb to get to nothing.

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Good Morning, DUMBFUCK!

Just your friendly neighborhood zombie here, to remind you that your beloved wasn’t cold yet before you were raging yet again at HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGE!!! in a podcast because YOU failed to include the proper forms in your request for a continuance.

FACT.

Also to remind you that it was just three days after saying

  
that you were back to the butt stuff:

  
And then…”Don’t make me angry.  You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.”

 
SMAWFELT SMASH PUNY HOGE!  RAWR! RAWR! RAWR!

  

Because you never were going to do it. You know it. I know it. The American people know it!

You DUMBFUCK. 

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Good Morning, DUMBFUCK!

 
Threatened by whom?

A poor, poor, pitiful late stage ELEVENTYFOUR Parkinson’s patient who can’t walk unassisted or go outside when the temperatures dip into the brisk forties, who couldn’t possibly hurt anyone as weak as it is, unless it’s using its magic hand to cripple people it can’t catch as it shuffles along into courtrooms in its rolly-walker at the blistering pace of 10 feet per minute, who could catch a turtle that wasn’t chained down?
What’s a DUMBFUCK gonna do?

Send its sister after me?  

Ain’t it ruff.  Ain’t it tuff.  Ain’t it got the baddest stuff?

Before it calls her out, it should be sure to remind her that my personal two-tiered home security system, which is controlled from a locked box in the bedroom and another in the hall closet, is entirely gender neutral.

And girl braaaaaaaaaaains are tasty.

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Good Morning, DUMBFUCK!

   

And really…who would be more intimately acquainted with that smell than DUMBFUCK?

Reminds me of a day last November. For me it was just another of what seems like a thousand days when DUMBFUCK swore he’d get someone, ANYONE – 

“Your Honor, I call THAT GUY!!”

– under oath to tell him who I am.

Except he was hidden in the hills above Elkridge that day while his Peace Order hearing came and went. Yes, hidden he was, deep in a thicket of trees, skirts hiked up around his hips, filled with sand and reeking of what?

All together, class…

 

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Hmmm…

Given:  WJJ Hoge III, with an active and valid Peace Order against Bill Schmalfeldt in 2013, for a brief and probably unintentional period followed BM-DMC on Twitter.  The result was a massive pre-Feldtdown Feldtdown by the massive weeping monkey vulva.

Given:  Bill Schmalfeldt, adjudicated cyberstalker and cyberharraser, is also the object of a Stalking No Contact Order held by Patrick Grady which forbids not only contact but monitoring.

Given: Bill Schmalfeldt recently filed a federal LOLSUIT against “Patrick Grady aka Paul Krendler.”  One can conclude from this that the nit-brained suckhole tincasa dweller supposes not only that we are one and the same, but that he can prove it, and more importantly, will be afforded the opportunity to do so.

With these facts and conclusions in evidence, what then are we to conclude when adjudicated cyberstalker and cyberharasser Bill Schmalfeldt, subject of a Stalking No Contact Order against a man he has repeatedly stated he can prove is the owner of this blog,  does this?

  
Demented cyberstalkers gotta cyberstalk dementedly.

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Good Morning, DUMBFUCK!

Either DUMBFUCK is a practiced sadist, or it is batshit crazy and does not realize the pain it has caused for most of the past decade.

Or it has not yet learned to embrace the power of “AND.”

Really. What has DUMBFUCK ever done to Suzy Breitbart? Connie Hoge? Lauren Stranahan? How many other wives of its “enemies?” Why has it not only written vile and hateful blog posts about some of these women, but created disgusting photoshops, posted photographs incorrectly identifying others as erotic models, as well as publishing their home addresses and encouraging other DUMBFUCKS to visit their homes and rape them?

That was harassment. That was intentional infliction of emotional distress. It did this on purpose when it could easily have kept its stupid fucking mouth shut instead of showing the world what a DUMBFUCK it was and continues to be.

Someday, a DUMBFUCK is going to be sitting by the bedside of a dying wife. I hope the image of what it did just a few short years ago haunts it forever, unless it takes THE CURE before its wife.

Either way, I choose to embrace the power of “AND,” and say — good.

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