So this appeared on Facebook:
And do we remember the Bill Schmalfeldt Rule?
Yes we do.
If Bill Schmalfeldt makes a demand, what do we do?
Deny him what he wants. To be more particular and specific:
This is going out to any of the DUMBFUCKS or their inflatable John Denver lookalike boyfriends who have been stalking, harassing, contacting employers, faildoxing, collecting restraining orders, producing defamatory podcasts, filing pathetic federal lawsuits, calling out drunken “Fhlurk Mnoo, Krambtlor!” on YouTube and otherwise giving my friends grief over the past six years: The time for warnings passed long ago. You could have gone away when I was feeling charitable, but nevertheless (one word), you persisted. You could have been free, but you thought the price was too high, and your foolish pride kept you stuck. You stepped into wet cement, and waited too long to try to get out. Now you’re stuck. You can still get out, but the cost is even higher now.
Not my fucking problem.
Don’t blame us because of your desperation and bad taste in men. We gave you so many chances to get free. All that was necessary was for you to follow the Golden Rule. You want to be left alone? Extend the same courtesy. You couldn’t do it. Oh, by all means *bring* the authorities into it. That path has been trod many times.
The stalking. Now. The harassment. It stops. Or I will make it stop. The harassing. Now. Stalking. The. Stops. Now. It. Stops. With. Creamy. Mayonnaise. And Footlongs. Delicious. Stalking. Calling Employers. Doxing. Or I will stop it for you. With Cub Scouts. And fingernails reeking of poo.
Boy that brings back memories! Did DUMBFUCK write that bit?
You either have a strange definition of “nothing,” or you’ve been conned into ignoring history by the lies of the High Plains Grifter. 12 restraining orders and ALL because of LIES! LIES! LIES!! Right.
Actions have consequences. Your badass boyfriend finally seems to have figured out just how much more he bit off than he can chew. *Your* Lard of Satire has been tossing shit around since long before I came on the scene. *Your* Shit-Obsessed Whackadoodle boyfriend has been harassing online for more than a decades, ignoring dozens of crystal clear signs that he would die on this hill (metaphorically).
If the two of you are not enjoying the flavor of the hash that your twisted nutshuffling sand-filled pussy of a significant other has been serving, well…there’s a word for it.
It’s spelled K-A-R-M-A.
And it’s pronounced HA HA HA HA HA.
— undeadpatton (@undeadpatton) July 11, 2018
Welcome to block, dickhead. I got no time for you.
— Reno of the Turks (@turkresisting) July 11, 2018
HA HA HA HA HA