Who Is “They,” DUMBFUCK?

“THEY?”

Who are “THEY?” Democrats?

Who are “THEY?” Idiots?

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!” 

– 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.

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Everything Old (And Stupid, Pointless, Bound To Fail)…

…is New (and Stupid, Pointless, Bound to Fail) Again!

REBRANDING!!!

Please welcome the all-same-old, all-stupid, all-poop-obsessed, racist, bigoted, anti-Semite, misogynist, stolen valor (boy, I hope the PD at KDSN read those posts), hypocritical, pet abandoning, almost was a radio host again until he started insulting potential listeners before he got on the air, lying motherfucker Bill Schmalfeldt back to Twitter as @TrumpThumpCast.

At least for a couple days, anyway.

Have we reached 250 handles yet? Or are we not getting excited again until he nears 300 handles, which should be right around the 4th of July, I think?

I wonder why this blog keeps getting hits from Denison, Iowa?  It never used to…perhaps someone is someone stuck there without a job or the means to get back to South Carolina? Someone who just wants to be left alone and live his life, if only he could break this addiction to butthurt?

What a shame…(not really)…

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Good Morning, DUMBFUCK!

The projection is strong in you, young 8 time FAILSUIT LOSER. You’re gonna take wives, cars and houses! But you can’t even hold on to your own.

I’m still waiting for the cops to pick me up, you loudmouth idiot.

I saw a story recently about a guy with a 9 cm diameter air pocket where his brain is supposed to be – how did you manage to convince them not to identify you?

Maybe I’ll have to plan a little golf getaway to Myrtle Beach next month. any other Zombie duffers want to join me?

Good thing you’re in Albuquerque, amirite?

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Someone’s Upset

Why would Bill Schmalfeldt be upset that a vulgar, crude man speaks in vulgar crude language?

Or maybe he’s bothered that another man has expressed “great love and affection” for a category of folks in which Bill Schamlfeldt so clearly belongs?

Come out, Bill! It’s okay to be gay!

Just keep the pursuit of Cub Scouts to a minimum.

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“I’m Just Not As Into Him As He Is With Me-Me-MEEEEEEEEE!!”

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.

 

 

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Back In the Game, Using His Own Name?

Before all else, I want to tip my hat to Sonoran Conservative for his excellent commentary on the Bill Schmalfeldt rant below.  If you haven’t already checked it out, I recommend you do so.

I have a somewhat different take, which I was unable to address yesterday thanks to real world commitments.

After the complete rant, read on:

Yes, Aaron. I was “misdiagnosed” by an expert on the subject 18 years ago today. In that time I learned how to fake misfiring neurons in my brain to FOOL doctors who were doing my deep brain stimulation. But the Hogewash Neurology Council says I’m faking it. How can one argue?

A man who cleans the dogshit from his wife’s kennels is also an expert on progressive neurological disorders? Imagine my surprise. Now scoop up that shit, Doggy Style before your wife gets sore!

Seems to me that if anyone seriously believes I am faking my diagnosis, they owe it to the taxpayers to contact the Office of Personnel Management and DEMAND that they review my case. Contact Social Security, too. Be ready to identify yourself and provide proof. Cowards. #DARE!

I’m sure that the professionals at OPM and Social Security will be more than happy to take the word of anonymous cowards and a shit-encrusted kennel cleaner over the evidence obtained from actual medical professionals. Trump-sucking morons!

Now, before Hoggy’s soft-skulled amen choir goes running to the OPM and Social Security to disclose the “fraud” they say I am perpetrating on the government, a word of advice. They won’t listen to anonymous people. And providing false info to a federal agency is a felony. Ready?

I mean, if you are SURE I am “faking” my 18-year struggle with Parkinson’s, how can you call yourself a PATRIOT if you let me get away with it? You OWE it to AMERICA to turn me in. Step up, state your name, provide your proof. Unless you are afraid. You aren’t AFRAID, are you?

My God, such a rich lode of Slovenian horse crap! Where do I begin?

Continue reading “Back In the Game, Using His Own Name?”

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Well, You Walked Right Into That, DUMBFUCK!

I can’t figure out if he thinks this post is libelous…

…or this one from the late, unlamented BillSchmalfeldt.net.

And you’re not fooling anyone, telling people you walked away. You blew that chance years ago. Instead you dug in deeper, and ever since you’ve been caught in a trap of your own making.

There’s no escape, as long as Inflataskank continues to tell you all about the parodies of your works that magically appear.

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Less Than Twelve Hours This Time!

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.

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Yes, DUMBFUCK, There Is Ample Proof

  1. You have not denied that you moved, only demanded proof that is not required.
  2. Perhaps you missed the posted clock running on your deadline to disprove t what our anonymous sources told us before we simply assumed it was true, but that has never made a difference to you when you were the one demanding answers and making unfounded assumptions.

There was a clock, and you missed your deadline.  Our assumptions are therefore proved correct and accurate.

#YourGame
#YourRules
#KickingYourAss

#FuckYou

P.S. When you do file your change of address notification with the court, your lie of omission will be laid bare for the world.  Just like all the rest.

 

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Lies and Consequences

A little over three years ago, cowardly pussy DUMBFUCK Bill Schmalfeldt wrote:

I am going to let this blog stand until the weekend. Then it, and everything I can find with my name on it, will come off the Internet.

You can’t have me. I don’t want to play with the stupid kids any more. I have a short time left, and I want to use it for productive purposes.

Mock me. Whatever. Make fun of me. I give a shit. All the funny “footlong and mayo” jokes that you repeat to each other like 3-year olds who got a rise out of mommy and daddy when they said “poopy!” Go right on ahead.

For you, as of this moment, Bill Schmalfeldt ceases to exist. I am not going to let you run my life. I am going to create. I will come up with a pen name and use it exclusively. You may find it entertaining to hunt me down. But you won’t find me.

He originally posted that in the context of a larger post at http://schmalfeldt.org/2014/11/time-to-end-it-all/. You can click that link all you want; you won’t find anything, because that blog is among the dozens, perhaps hundreds, that Badass Bill has started and then a) lost, b) abandoned, c) memory-holed, or d) had suspended by his hosting provider in the years since his first failed efforts to get this blog taken down because it hurts his wide ass.

Fortunately, that post has been safely archived here.

Why do I bring it up? A couple of reasons. First, I want to repeat that quote above:

I am going to let this blog stand until the weekend. Then it, and everything I can find with my name on it, will come off the Internet.

You can’t have me. I don’t want to play with the stupid kids any more. I have a short time left, and I want to use it for productive purposes.

Mock me. Whatever. Make fun of me. I give a shit. All the funny “footlong and mayo” jokes that you repeat to each other like 3-year olds who got a rise out of mommy and daddy when they said “poopy!” Go right on ahead.

For you, as of this moment, Bill Schmalfeldt ceases to exist. I am not going to let you run my life. I am going to create. I will come up with a pen name and use it exclusively. You may find it entertaining to hunt me down. But you won’t find me.

Everything in this quote is false.

And because EVERYTHING in that quote is false, it logically follows that an objective mind can draw certain conclusions about the truth of this Tweet:

And that conclusion is, “THIS TOO IS FALSE.”

Bill Schmalfeldt is a lying racist, misogynist, bigoted, anti-Semitic douchebag.

Plus, it was a mere 9 hours and 37 minutes between “NOTHING I EVER DO AGAIN IN MY LIFE will have ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOU!”

…to this:

Bill Schmalfeldt would gain most of his reputation back (and I know that’s not saying much) if he could just learn to shut his piehole.

That would make me sad. Not as sad as his entire existence, but still…

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