9:20 PM PST…
…to 9:01 AM PST.
Apparently “withdraw[ing] from public view” suits him about as well as does “self awareness,” “telling the truth,” “being a real journalist,” “not stalking and harassing people” and “having Parkinson’s disease.”
He just can’t make it stick.
Oh, no. Not again…
Are we up to a hundred “final” warnings yet from the Mendacious Manatee of Myrtle Beach?
Tiresome little twat.
On a related note…for as vociferously as he contests the notion that he does not have PD, in spite of all his self-contradictory statements, I don’t think I’m the only one who has noticed that he hasn’t posted a single mention of the Shrine of the Holy Resting Place of the Ashtray Soulmate, the Blessed Saint Gail of the Clockwork Urn. In point of fact, I don’t think he has ever denied the allegations that he left her behind in the Midwest (and the capricious currents of the Mississippi River) when he went chasing strange down in Dixieland.
1. Move to North Carolina;
2. Let your soulmate (or inflat-a-skank, as the case may be) get a job;
3. Sue truck drivers for alienation of affection (hell, you might even find a lawyer to TAKE that case!);
Since the beginning of 2017, Bill Preston-Schmalfeldt, poor, poor, pitiful put-upon Porkinson’s patient who only wants to be left alone in peace, has published EIGHT stories in as many months about a reporter he commenced harassing some five years ago. The following links are broken:
Poor, poor, pitiful put-upon prevaricating Porkinson’s pants-pisser Bill Preston-Schmalfeldt has also published the following stories since the beginning of 2017 about an attorney in good standing within his legal community and before the bar who wants nothing to do with the stupid, lying motherfucker currently serving as Editor-at-Large and Chief Dimwit in Command of Breitbart Unmasked. The following links are also broken:
How can this lying, shit-sniffing, turdrolling valor stealing DUMBFUCK make it more obvious that he only wants not to be bothered and picked on by people who respect the people he wants to be left alone to bother and pick on?
People, I’m serious as a large hematoma sustained in a massive vertical aerial impact passing from mattress to armchair (that’s “a bruise from falling out of bed like a klutzy DUMBFUCK,” for those of you who speak normal English) here!
It’s obvious to anyone with three working brain cells what ALWAYS precedes a brief period of peace and quiet for the DUMBFUCK. (HINT – It’s not a LOLSUIT!) Why isn’t he smart enough to figure it out, other than the notion that he’s almost certainly two or more brain cells short of the minimum requirement?
Looks like the monthly check has cleared and the serious drinking is underway.
“If it gets published anywhere I will know who did it as it hasn’t been published anywhere else.”
That is an exact quote from an email that wasn’t even sent to Scott Hinckley aka agiledog.
“I have never publicized this photo, so if I see it on anyone’s blog I will know Hoge is responsible.”
That is an exact quote from an email that was copied to WJJ Hoge.
Nowhere in either statement is there a request, a demand, or an instruction that the photo the author is referencing not be published. All the author has done is inform two separate audiences in two separate emails that if someone does publish the photo
Aw! Yer makin’ me blush!
he will know who was responsible. Which is why he sent it out more than once, so there would be absolute and irrefutable proof point to which of exactly twenty or so people could have done it.
And until DUMBFUCK himself publishes the complete contents of both o the (soon-to-be-forged) version of the emails he sent out, we will just have to assume (correctly, as always) that the HZIC is right, and the DUMBFUCK is a nutshuffling, testicle-footed, valor-stealing DUMBFUCK.
Let’s see if we can get that accomplished by close of business East Coast time today, shall we?
Tick-tock, said the Really Useful Urn from a landfill somewhere in Iowa.
So archive this instead!
There’s a teeny-tiny, hard to read paragraph in the middle there, that really doesn’t add much to the post, but if you’re dying to know what it says…
Money Damages. This is the most common remedy sought in breach-of-contract actions. Money damages may be awarded for losses that were proximately caused by the defendant’s breach, that were reasonably foreseeable, and that are proven with reasonable certainty. Reasonable foreseeable means that the damages are those that would arise naturally out of the breach of the contract. Moreover, a plaintiff can recover damages that are reasonably supposed to have been in the mind of both parties at the time that the contract was formed.
Let it never be said that I am incomplete or inaccurate when reproducing DUMBFUCKERY for the purpose of commentary under the Fair Use provisions of United States Copyright Law. (Sound familiar?)
But do let it be said that I have not republished the blog post. If a DUMBFUCK believes he can split a hair so finely as to argue that a contract he signed isn’t a contract, then I can say that what I published is a JPEG file image of a blog post, which by definition is a JPEG file, not a blog post.
So, DUMBFUCK, go fuck yourself. In the kidneys. With a jackhammer.
^^^^^^^^^^That’s commentary right there.
I know, right?
Why should anyone bother to track the comings and goings of an ADJUDICATED CYBERSTALKER AND CYBERHARASSER NAMED BILL SCHMALFELDT WHO LACKS THE SELF-CONTROL TO QUIT STALKING PEOPLE EVEN WHEN ORDERED BY A COURT OF LAW?
What a DUMBFUCK!
Using the Google cache? When have I ever deleted anything?
Under other circumstances, I might think that some good advice had finally penetrated that dented skull like a masonry bit.
He refuses to take back the power he has given away to no one who wants it.
What a coward.
What a weeping pussy.
What a disgrace to the name of Leonidas. “Ephialtes? May you live…forever.”
…with your shame.
Under the porch, where you belong.
I guess he’ll never see me in court.
But I’ll see him! Next week, in Westminster!