Remember, he got fired in Oklahoma because to use his own words, he want to be “free to say what I really think about stuff.”
And since we all know that what he spends most of his time thinking about is the stuff that comes out of his ass, we can now expect increased levels of highbrow wit such as the example above.
Welcome back, DUMBFUCK!
I notice that certified whackadoodle Guymon Radio Guy Bill Schmalfeldt, oops! – I mean, Mathews hasn’t tweeted since October 15th.
I wonder if this gentle swipe at a syndicated host on his station:
pissed off the boss?
Makes you think maybe – just maybe – ol’ DUMBFUCK no longer has the personal freedom to tell his bosses to piss off when they tell him to shut the fuck up about politics.
Maybe – just maybe – he never did.
Maybe – just maybe – he didn’t actually quit with zero notice back in Iowa last year.
Maybe – just maybe – he’s a fucking liar.
Oh, and one more thing. This line from his tweet:
Leave me out of this “we” because he doesn’t talk like I do, or like most thinking people.
I’ll bet I’m not the only one who thinks “people who talk like Bill Schmalfeldt” and “most thinking people” are circles that don’t touch on a Venn diagram.
The all-things-organic-exit-obsessed Bill Schmalfeldt we all know and love!
Be sure to tell April all about your poop-sniffing, turd-rolling blog, ColoRectoRama!
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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.
Yeah, he mad.
Come on, you DUMBFUCK, if you think mud can fly in both directions, go ahead and sling away! You haven’t ever been close to throwing in my direction, owing to tour deluded obsession with the vanished Patrick Grady.
When was he last heard from, anyway? I’m sure it’s pinned up on your conspiracy wall.
Tell us, Projection Boy, was it when he traveled to Maryland to fight a peace order while you peed your skirts in fear? Or was it when you curb-rubbed your tires to death and filed a false police report before fleeing into the waiting arms of Woody Woodchipper the Great Inflatable Soulmate?
Tell us please, you Superbad 8 Time LOLSUIT Failure, all about the fire and brimstone you will rain down upon me, whom you can’t even identify.
If you think I’m laughing at you, if you think I’m having FUN…
You’re absolutely goddamn right!
But to be perfectly serious for just a moment: I’m just one Zombie. There are THOUSANDS more people laughing at you. I really wish you were just 1% as smart as you think you are, because if you were, you might stand a chance of finding all the encrypted butthurt the internet can offer you, and then witnessing your impotent rage would be like driving a Ferrari instead of a refurbished Yugo.
As you continue building your lifelong legacy of #EPICFAIL, please at least try to entertain me.
It might not be the very least you can do, but it’s in the bottom 3.
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?”
I love when a DUMBFUCK tries to insult someone’s intelligence, only to lace up the golf cleats once more and stomp his crank by fucking up the movie reference, making himself look like the idiot he is.
- You have not denied that you moved, only demanded proof that is not required.
- 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.
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.
On behalf of the Zombie Horde, fuck you, you toothless, cowardly, lying, racist, cocksnogging balloonfucker.
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?