BEING a child pornographer isn’t a crime…but calling Bill Schmalfeldt, child pornographer, a child pornographer is?
I suppose that makes sense…if you’re a DUMBFUCK.
I’ll just have to be satisfied with saying
BILL SCHMALFELDT IS A CYBERSTALKER, WHICH IS A CRIME.
BILL SCHMALFELDT IS A CYBERHARASSER, WHICH IS A CRIME.
BILL SCHMALFELDT IS A TODDLERSTALKER. WHICH IS A CRIME.
So you see it would seem that saying
BILL SCHMALFELDT IS A CHILD PORNOGRAPHER, WHICH IS FUCKING DISGUSTING EVEN IF IT IS NOT NECESSARILY A CRIME.
is among the least of your worries, huh?
But when I call Cindy, whose number you have already so helpfully provided, idiot, it won’t matter if I tell them you are something that’s criminal, such as a documented stalker of children, or something that’s not, like a child pornographer.
As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be, wrong, Faildox King.
Good to know that these two commenters aren’t shitrolling, turdsniffing, toddlerstalking, scoutraping sockpuppets.
Q: Who was the weeping pussy who sent them out, the one who can’t fight his own battles, the one who has lied to them over and over about his role in starting and prolonging all this with his cowardice and complete lack of self-awareness? A: Bill Schmalfeldt, world class, unanimous first-ballot Hall of Fame Failure at Life.
“#pervert?” That’s rich, coming from an adjudicated #Toddlerstalker!
Speaking of toddlers, a three year old is probably the only “adversary” you’ve ever created (and YES! YOU CREATED THEM ALL) who could arguably be within shouting distance to being a dimwit…and even he whipped your ass in court!
So good luck on the phone today. I look forward to hearing your bullshit spin-it-as-a-win story afterward. My pantry has achieved PEAK POPCORN in anticipation.
Now, let me see…how should I handle this Federal lawsuit?
I could play the legal genius and lord my knowledge over the world as I prosecute my case on Twitter, where all the truly fine lawyers do their business…
— OR —
I could type the most bizarre pleadings ever seen in the Eastern District of Wisconsin (or in fact ANY Federal District Court with the possible exception of Maryland, where COMPLETELY BY COINCIDENCE I used to live) and rely on the Court’s good graces to tell me what the rules are and hold my hand and change my big stinky diapers a give me fresh binkies when I cry…
I say that unless someone is dragging @Popehat……and Frey OUT OF THEIR OFFICES and BREAKING THEIR KNEES WITH BASEBALL BATS because of this, then there is nothing for them to worry about. Words are just words, and they cannot harm you. “Sticks and stones,” as they say
Or, baseball bats.
And let it NOT be said that the Liberal Grouch advocates anyone using baseball bats to break the kneecaps of either Mr. White or Mr. Frey! Nothing could be further from the truth. In fact, if you have it in your mind that if Nadia Naffe were a friend of yours and some scumbag attorney used the powers of his office to dig up and use private information against her, whoever did it (or defends him) DESERVES to have their knees broken with baseball bats, let me dissuade you of that notion here and now.
That is not what baseball bats were made for.
For one thing, a wooden bat could break if it were used in such a reckless and lawless fashion. And if you think you can get around that by using an aluminum bat, guess again. An aluminum bat (unless it is reinforced with a lead center) would likely bend under such pressure. Now, I hear the crafty ones out there saying, “Yeah? Well, what if I drill out the center of a WOODEN baseball bat, fill IT with lead, cover the tip with Plastic Wood? Wouldn’t THAT do the job?”
Again, I say, you are wasting your time with all that effort. Tire irons are much more readily available.
So, my little Amazon Princesses so invested in defending the erstwhile Liberal Grouch aka Nill Schmalfeldt (oops, sorry, Dr. Freud) aka Unca DUMBFUCK, care to take a wild guess who wrote that bit about beating people with tire irons? I’ll give you three, and the first two don’t count.
Of course, the pussy hiding behind your voluminous skirts memory-holed it, but not before someone saved it. That happens with virtually everything he writes nowadays, because of the well-established trend:
Bill Schmalfeldt seeks attention;
Bill Schmalfeldt gets attention;
Bill Schmalfeldt cries victim.
Ladies, do be sure to speak up when you realize that after failing to weaponize his wife in this Quixotic battle of his, he seems to have successfully weaponized YOU.