If you are wise, you save the good ones for later.
This going to be delicious later…
This terrorist-jock-sniffing DUMBFUCK files a lawsuit, an instant loser, apparent to any reasonable observer.
He crows about owning cars, houses, ALL THE THINGS!!!
And the defendants simply play by the rules defined rather than the rules he wants.
And he stomps his jimmies.
And when the moment comes around, as it always does, when he can no longer deny the reality of his failure and he realizes that he must find that impossible path of escape from his own foolishness…
Someone tells him how.
Pay. Apologize. Change.
It’s the only way.
And he says, “They want me to eat a big bowl of shit.”
It’s his own shit. He built that. Of course he should eat it. He probably won’t change his ways even if he did, but if he doesn’t there’s no possible way.
And he says no.
“I won’t change until you leave me alone,” he says. “I’m just going to keep stalking toddlers and threatening families and collecting restraining orders until you stop saying mean things about me. Because journalism.”
But we tried that. More than once. He doesn’t make threats, he makes promises. Sometimes he even signs a contract.
And then he breaks those promises. Because
PARKINSONS! EXECUTIVE FUNCTION! IMPULSE CONTROL! MAYONNAISE!
There’s a reason that everyone here knows that his harassment of others will not end until he can no longer interact with the internet.
He’s an Internet Crack Whore. The Amy Winehouse of the World Wide Web, only with no discernible talent. (disclaimer: Joke. Insult. Protected Speech. Fuck off.)
As the sign says, If you keep doing what you’ve always done, you’ll keep getting what you’ve always got.
He doesn’t get that no one is afraid of him.
He doesn’t get that in his new situation, he has a lot more to lose than any of his perceived adversaries, and a lot more talent arrayed against him to make it happen.
A LOT MORE.
If the alternative to losing everything involves parting with some money and some dignity that he never had to begin with, plus a figurative appointment with a bowl and spoon, well…
He should take his own advice:
“If you have to eat shit, best not to nibble. Bite, chew, swallow, repeat. It goes quicker.”
And the nice thing is he doesn’t even have to wash the spoon first.
TO THE DEFENSE TEAM: DUMBFUCK LACKS THE RESOURCES TO WIN AND THE SELF-AWARENESS TO SURRENDER. SO BE IT. PLEASE DON’T LET HIM ESCAPE THE CONSEQUENCES OF HIS BAD ACTS THIS TIME.
And more importantly, where can I get one of those cool uniforms you have to wear for blustering?
No, seriously – did you INTEND to make 7 mistakes in just 140 characters, Mr. GS-13? (I deduce that you meant the first word to be ALLCAPS, or it would be 8 mistakes, DUMBFUCK.)
Either wait for the hangover to pass or pour a little hair of the dog before you tweet.
Now go sniff a turd, toddlerstalker.
Apparently some lying pusbucket had a cunning plan that has failed once again to come to fruition.
…also known as…
Find a lawyer.
Show him the complaint.
Be ready to write a big check.
There aren’t really 21 ‘O’s in Hoge.
So that all whining about rebranding might end,
and not at all because I am being sued
I have redirected every blog I currently operate to this blog.
Which is registered in Wisconsin, where I have lived since August 2015, and not Maryland, where I don’t live any more. Just forget about all those other blogs I used to have that were registered in Maryland when I was violating the settlement agreement between John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt and myself. They’ve all been deleted and actually they never even existed and you are all just crazy. #shithouserat
This one master blog.
BillParvocampus.net – the only blog I have ever, ever had.
Because I don’t have any other blogs. Especially not with a registration in Maryland, where the settlement agreement between John Schmidt and me is enforceable.
Every link to any other blog should bring you straight away to this blog.
But I don’t have any other blogs where any violations of the settlement agreement never happened. Because those blogs never existed. So why would there be any other links to bring you to this blog? What are you, an idiot?
Not Patriotic-Ombudsman. Not Liberally Grouchy. Not Turdsniffers’R’Us. Not Zombie Andrew Breitbart. Not The Gimpy Weeper. Not Apocalypse Gazette. Not Cub Scout Parody Records. Not Toddlerstalker Today. That was some other Bill Parvocampus. Not me.
Right here. This one.
BillParvocampus.net – registered right here in the good ol’ Badger State of Wisconsin for nearly two whole days!
Oopsie Poopsie (hence the title).
Well, if today showed us anything…
Fortunately for you, you’re only one of those things. As far as anyone knows.
It seems (now there’s a rhetorical crutch for ya!) that The Truth Tribune has vanished again in cloud of REBRANDING! How queer (rhetorical crutch redux).