Three Months Gone By…

And Bill Schmalfeldt is still a creepy stalking asshole.

I occasionally catch up on the ongoing career of Bill Schmalfeldt, Creepy Stalking Asshole Extraordinaire, but I’ve little drive to actually comment.  Tincasas may change to man-caves, soul-mates may shuffle off this mortal coil and be memorialized within tacky timepieces… but the Creepy Stalking Asshole never changes his schtick of Creepy Stalking Assholery.

Bill Schmalfeldt has e-mailed Dave of Dave Alexander & Company — Ukuleledave and David Edgren

Dave.

Dave, Dave, Dave.

This is not a threat. This is advice.

It is not a good idea for a professional broadcaster to allow his blog to be used by retarded fuckwits to make untrue, unsubstantiated and definitely defamatory claims about people.

A GOOD moderator would know better than to place his livelihood at risk for people that don’t care about him.

Stay in touch.

Yeah, the references to “profession” and “livelihood at risk” are hallmarks of mere ADVICE.  Riiight.

I can tell you.  Mike Malone could tell you, if he were still alive.  Now, Dave can tell you:

Everyone who has given Bill Schmalfeldt the benefit of the doubt, and allowed him to post on their blogs has quickly had cause to REGRET IT.

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For Bill Schmalfeldt, A Poem…

From too much love of living,
From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be

That no life lives for ever;
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea.

Then star nor sun shall waken,
Nor any change of light:
Nor sound of waters shaken,
Nor any sound or sight:

Nor wintry leaves nor vernal,
Nor days nor things diurnal;
Only the sleep eternal
In an eternal night.

-Algernon Charles Swinburne

Sleep well, Gail Schmalfeldt.

Sleep SOON, Bill Schmalfeldt.

Thank You, Bill Schmalfeldt

And since I am not a creepy stalking asshole, calling me that borders on libel. – Bill Schmalfeldt, 7/7/2015

“Borders on libel”?  Thanks for admitting that it is NOT libel. Those that advocate continuing to provoke your monkey-dancing do have a point:  You’re always good for some admissions against interest.

Of course, everyone knew that.  Not only are the terms “creepy” and “asshole” expressions of opinion which are protected, they’re OBVIOUS FACTS to everyone who has had the misfortune to interact with you on more than a cursory basis. As for “stalking”, you’re an adjudicated stalker and harasser as documented in the numerous peace / restraining orders placed on you.

Are you sure you live in the Netherlands? Are you an American citizen? – Bill Schmalfeldt, 7/7/2015

You admit that the speech you cite is NOT libel… But you’re still begging me to dox myself?

Asshole, if you are going to deny that you’re a creepy stalking asshole, don’t you think it’s a really good idea to not BE A CREEPY STALKING ASSHOLE in the very next two sentences!?!?!

I have no intention of providing any personal information for you to get your sociopathic jollies off on.  You’re quite possibly the most repulsive and obnoxious…  THING I’ve had the sorry misfortune to encounter online OR in person.

BillPoster

Odd Man Out (Of His Mind!)

“Odd how none of Hoge’s acolytes will even acknowledge that Hoge will have to argue AGAINST the position he took to win in my lawsuit.” – Bill Schmalfeldt, Pro Se Extraordinaire, 6/27/15

Odd how Bill Schmalfeldt is too stupid to comprehend that Mr. Hoge has gotten conflicting opinions from different judges, and IS PURSUING ALL PATHS TO VICTORY.

Given that the rule of law in Maryland appears to be based on esoteric games of chance, that is only prudent.

BTW, I wonder if Bill has done the math yet on his reduced income due to the death of his spousal unit vs. the cost of assisted living facilities?  A sad and pathetic death in a tincasa ain’t just for the womenfolk, Shakey!

“Adults”, Eh?

“Adults, referring to themselves as “‘zombies?’ Dumbasses.” – The Honyock King AKA Bill Schmalfeldt, 6/21/15

An adult, referring to himself as “The Honyock King”?

An adult, referring to himself as “The Liberal Grouch”?

Shall I go on, DUMBFUCK?

Donne And Gonne

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell’st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

What I Got…

Gail is unresponsive, in a coma. Prayers, good thoughts, whatever you got. – Bill Schmalfeldt, 6/17/2015

For Bill Schmalfeldt, I got NOTHING.

If he wasn’t such a sociopath, he’d know why his appeals for pity fall flat.

If he wasn’t such a sociopath, he’d know why live-blogging the death of his “love” is so repugnant to normal human beings, and even ZOMBIES.

But, face it: If he wasn’t such a sociopath, he wouldn’t be Bill Schmalfeldt.

BillPoster