I wonder if it has any idea how insignificant it is.
(I really don’t….ssshhhh!)
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.
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.
Also to remind you that it was just three days after saying
Because you never were going to do it. You know it. I know it. The American people know it!
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…
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?
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.
You know what I love about a DUMBFUCK?
Nothing. There’s absolutely not a single lovable atom in its entire being.
This is not to say it has no value. As a source of unintentional entertainment, I’m nearly prepared to say that this particular DUMBFUCK is currently without equal among its peers on Team Kimberlin.
For instance, the monologue above made me laugh so hard I nearly threw up my lunch. The constant and unerring ability to carve out an exception for its own behavior while condoning far less in others astounds beyond description.
It claims control over its name and its image. Anyone who uses it is guilty of heinous crimes.
Here’s a hint about privacy for a DUMBFUCK: if someone sends you a stinky candle, and you don’t want people to laugh at you over it, you poor, pitiful sociopath (tough shit because it’s a fucking laugh riot), maybe you shouldn’t make and post a goddamn YouTube video about it.
If a blogger writes about you, quotes you, uses images of you – THAT YOU HAVE MADE PUBLIC – in writings that he published free of charge, while making available through his website unrelated products, links to unrelated retail websites, and a tip jar for unreciprocated donations, he has fairly RAPED your reputation.
But let you take that blogger’s name and his photograph, plaster them across the cover of one of your copyright-infringing cut-and-paste masturbatory fantasies, and put it up for sale on multiple retail websites? Oh that’s just fine and dandy! There’s no violation of the “right to publicity” in selling a book with someone else’s name and photo on the cover!
FIRST AMENDMENT! Amirite, or what?
That’s good to know, because I’m thinking of writing a children’s book. Tell me what you think of this title:
Everyone Poops, But Not Everyone Picks It Up, Rolls It Into a Ball And Sniffs It
I think it’s got the potential to be a best-s