Or are “THEY” just people like you? You know, these guys:
Somehow, though…I don’t think this is what RACIST Bill Schmalfeldt is referring to when he uses the word “they.”
I think if Bill Schmalfeldt thought he wouldn’t be kicked out of #TheResistance by Inflat-a-skank, he would be using the word “they” and the phrase “brown people” a lot closer together than he currently does.
Because if there is one thing we know about Bill Schmalfeldt, it’s that he is obsessed with poop…
If there are two things we know about Bill Schmalfeldt, they are that he is obsessed with poop and he likes to fake illnesses for sympathy.
Damn! If there are four things –
– THREE THINGS we know about Bill Schmalfeldt, we know he is obsessed with poop, he fakes illnesses for sympathy and his lawsuits end up like skunks in the road- stinking and dead halfway to completion.
CHRIST!!! If there are FOUR THINGS (see? I told you it was four!) that we know about Bill Schmalfeldt, he’s obsessed with poop, he fakes illnesses, his lawuits stink and he projects the guilt for his own behaviors onto his enemies.
I guess you can expect me to “move on with my life” in about six more years then!
Question for you, Mister I’ve-Moved-On – have ALL the restraining orders expired yet, stalker?
Oh, DUMBFUCK – would that you had only listened to me rather than giving in to your inner demons when you ran across someone more intelligent, more focused and more dedicated than you (though I think we both know that’s not saying much).
Has picked up 12 restraining orders from states all over America for cyberstalking and harassment…
Gets banned from DailyKos for writing about anal rape and then insulting the “normal” progressives who tell him it’s not funny…
Writes about rolling his own poop into little balls and sniffing it…
Confesses to crapping his pants more than once…
Quits driving due to “Parkinson’s disease,” later gets a WI drivers license, buys a car, moves himself to Iowa, opens a GoFundMe seeking to take a fifty state road trip, then makes several 1000 mike trips to and from South Carolina to chase easy, desperate poontang…
Files EIGHT FEDERAL LAWSUITS for butthurt because people like me tell the truth about him, and loses every one…
Usually a lying, sexist, racist, misogynist, anti-Semitic shit sniffing, cyberstalking, cyberharassing vexatious litigant and con man DUMBFUCK with no conscience DUCK.
Real marriage material.
But you do you.
I’ll just sit back and let the pointage, laughery and mockification flow.
Would whoever is looking at https://t.co/QTkCzzofBA send @wjjhoge a note and identify yourself? Every time someone looks at his dreadful blog he assumes it's me. I'm just not as "into" him as he is with me, and it makes him say crazy things. Thanks. #paranoia#senile
Also, check out my Twitter Feldtdown whinging about this person who doesn’t matter to me SO MUCH that I read his blog every fucking day.
Out of the hundreds of times that WJJ Hoge III tried to tag me with a criminal charge for the high crime of using an @ front of his name on Twitter, he only came close once. He writes about that adventure on https://t.co/cT1BfVtGBu blog this morning. /1
Of course, he's lying. He was never told by any federal agency to present an email from me to the Carroll County District Court for pressing of charges. That is a blatant lie. The reason I contacted him in the first place was because he posted a blog entry… /2
… about his wife being diagnosed with cancer. Although he did have a standing no contact order against me because the snowflake was scared of seeing the @ in front of his name on Twitter, I made the mistake of showing some human compassion for his wife's sake. /3
My last full-time job before retiring was as a writer-editor at the National Institutes of Health clinical Center. I worked for the office that coordinates and schedules patients for clinical trials. I offered to do what I could to cut through red tape if Hoge and his wife…/4
… were interested in pursuing a clinical trial to treat her cancer. That very night he had the police at his house, so that calls bullshit on his story about being told buy a federal agency to file the charge. /5
Out of the nearly 400 charges Hoge tried to pin on me, this is the only one that wasn't dismissed outright. It went to trial, wasting God knows how much money, and I was found not guilty. Yes. I faced trial for offering to help my adversary's wife get treatment. /6
His wife eventually died, but at least my conscience is clear that I didn't withhold information from an enemy that may have benefited his wife if she chose to use it. Hoge never likes to talk about that. Likewise, he never mentions…/7
… that the two times he sued me, he lost on the merits – not on jurisdictional issues, but on the rightness or wrongness of the charges he presented. That never gets mentioned in his nightly dragging out of years old blog posts meant to stir up hatred against me. /8
WJJ Hoge III is a sad, bitter old man who hates his life, his son, and his lack of real-life purpose. He lives for the adulation of a small cadre of anonymous commenters who egg him on by stoking his mortally-wounded ego. /9
Take away his hatred, he would feel nothing. Take away his urge to be a nettle in the hide of people he believes have wronged him, he would have nothing left to do but die. Therefore, I blame myself for giving him reason to live. He doesn't deserve it.
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.
BS: Hi there, My name is William Schmalfeldt, and I’m calling about a civil no contact order that was taken out against me in January 2016.
BS:Uh, the file number is 15CVD2054.
BS: And what I’d like to know is, uh, the plaintiff gave her address as 501 Redd St in Re-Reidsville, uhhh…NC. Now the application for the 50C says you can give an alternative address. Uh, but, but it also says did the, uh – let me see, call it up here so I can quote it exactly…hang on her just a sec…yeah, uh, under “Note to Plaintiff<” uh, line one, which box did she check?
Clerk: Uh, which, under the complaint? Or –
BS: Uh, the application. In the 50C application.
Clerk: Okay, which form?
BS: Uh, hang on just a second. I can-
Clerk: Because you got a copy of the form.
BS: I’m looking, I’m looking, I’m looking at it right now. Hang on. It is form number AOC-CV-520.
Clerk: Okay, you got a copy of everything, um, that she filled out.
BS: Well I no longer have it, and I just really have one question.
Clerk: Okay , and you’re wanting to know which-
BS: Which box she checked under line one.
Clerk: Hold on.
Clerk: Okay, um, you wanted to know which line she che-, on one, which line she checked?
Clerk: She checked “the plaintiff resides.”
BS: She – okay, and if the plaintiff did not reside in Rockingham County when she filled that out, is that something I should discuss with your local sheriff?
Clerk: Hmm, you can talk to a lawyer.
BS: All right, well, we’ll do that. Thank you very-
Clerk: All right, Bye-bye.
BS: But, but, but she definitely checked “the plaintiff resides” in this-
Clerk: Well, you should have a copy, if you’d like me to mail you a copy-
BS:Well, yeah, but I-I-I-I moved, uh, and uh, didn’t see any reason to keep this, because I thought she still lived in Rockingham County until yesterday. Now I find out that she moved in November ’15 to, uh, Greensboro, but still filed this suit, uh, this uh-uh-uh, restraining order in January 2016 claiming she lived in Rockingham County when she lived in Guilford County.*
Clerk: Uh, well, if you’d like a copy we can mail you a copy of it.
BS: Would you do that? Let me give you my address.
Clerk: Okay, what is the address?
BS: It’s uh, 220 [deleted]
Clerk: Okay. We’ll get it out to you.
BS: I do appreciate that, thank you very much.
Clerk: Uh-huh. Bye-bye.
*This is the part where the lies are absolutely unmistakable. If you have the stomach for it, go listen to it eight or nine times. There’s no way he’s telling the truth here. Also, it’s where he practically admits stalking. “I thought she lived HERE until yesterday, and I have vowed not to eat, sleep, use the bathroom or speak to the Inflataskank until I find out her current address and get her arrested for relocating without telling me. But I’m totally not a stalker or anything.” Or words to that effect.
On an unrelated note: Did you know that the US Marshals have been finding people and serving process on them for literally decades without even the smallest bit of help from Bill Schmalfeldt? It boggles the mind to consider how they have managed without him.
A humpbacked Italian walks into a bar and orders a glass of wine. He notices Jesus sitting at the other end of the bar, and has the bartender send him a glass of wine as well.
An Irishman with a bad leg limps into the bar, and orders a glass of whiskey. He see Jesus at the other end of the bar, and sends him a round as well.
Then Bill Schmalfeldt walks into the bar, and orders Johnnie Walker Red. He sees Jesus sitting at the other end of the bar, and sends him a glass as well.
After a while, Jesus decides it’s time to head home. As He gets up to leave, He touches the Italian’s back, and it is healed. The Italian does back flips out the door. He touches the Irishman’s leg, and it’s healed. The Irishman dances a jig out the door. As Jesus approaches Schmalfeldt, he leaps off the barstool in horror and says…