Fisking. Again. I Mean, REALLY, Bill?

I spent yesterday getting a long-awaited massage (Note to self, your body is more fucked up than you think. Quit putting things like this off! It’s called THERAPY for a reason, dum-dum!) and indulging in retail therapy (Fabric! It calls to me! I must HAVE ALL THE THINGS FABRIC!) before having a delightful dinner with my family (daughter wanted crab legs, and by God, she got some! lol).

And now that I come to check on my blog, what do I see? Oh look. Bill’s got some things to say. And guess what? I have some things to say in return to some of his stuff.

And with this, I thank Sarah for giving me the opportunity to state my case. Once the judge rules on the MTD, I no longer have an issue with her, so I will drop her from the lawsuit.

Yawn. You never had an issue with me, except butthurt, Bill, which isn’t a tort. And you still can’t get my name right, which will be a huge issue for you. AND you keep saying you’ll drop me but you haven’t. I’ll believe it when I see it. You are welcome to continue posting, so long as you don’t break my rules. Most of which are unwritten, but at least you haven’t broken them. Yet.

II. MY MOTHER’S DEATH. What I did or did not do was none of your business. I maintained contact with friends and family via Twitter and e-mail. Mom was non responsive. I talked to her, but even I run out of things to say, so I gave my people an hourly rundown of what the situation was. I do not regret a thing. I was with her when she died. I put a rosary in her hand about a half hour earlier.  I did my duty as a good son who loves his mother.

Actually, you made it people’s business. While your mother was dying, you were tweeting Aaron Walker and casting gypsy curses on Twitter. I’ve seen the screenshots. I don’t have them at my fingers at the moment, but if I did, you can darned well be certain I would post them to prove you WRONG, yet again.

I’m glad you were with your mom. I hope I get that opportunity myself some day. But quit climbing up on this cross and making it out to be something that it wasn’t. You were lashing out at people during a supposedly private and intense time in your life. If you think people aren’t going to comment on your PUBLIC actions, you are sorely mistaken.

Dave Alexander, sometime I find it hard to put a finger on you and what you want. You were not doxxed. Your address, phone number, or any other non-publicly available personal info were not included. And yes, I did contact your employer to see if any of your defamatory posts were made on company time and equipment — just like a lawyer would do.

Dave did not defame you. Again, you were just butthurt, which is not a tort and not actionable. AND YOU ARE NOT A FUCKING LAWYER! Omg, really? You went beyond the bounds of common decency and into completely unhinged fucktard territory, yet again, contacting his employer. WHO THE FUCK DOES THAT? Oh, Bill Schmalfeldt. That’s right. Because he can. Because he’s a loon.

I would be happy to modify my lawsuit and let the following people off the hook. Sarah, Edgren, Hinckley (even though he continues his stupid defamatory posts and comments). I will not drop the charges against Hoge, Howard Earl, Roy Schmalfeldt or “Grace.” They went too far,and if the court sees my way, they will pay for it.

YOU ARE NOT SUING HOGE! At least not in this particular LOLsuit. You just can’t get him out of your brain, can you? And you know what? Fuck you. Keep me in your damn suit. Frankly, I don’t care, because it will be laughed out of court long before you get to *try* to actually find me. The court won’t see your way, because, again, it’s butthurt. And no, they/I won’t be your personal piggy bank, no matter what fantasy you tell yourself in your head.

An additional though struck me right after I hit post comment. You have to ask yourselves, Are you good people, or are you cruel? I am going to leave you alone. Can I count on the same courtesy? If not, then that question is answered.

That’s a question YOU should have asked yourself a long, long, long time ago, Bill. When you started photoshopping skulls on babies and tormenting mothers whose children died. Heck, long before even that. YOU are the cruel one here. You will never, ever own it, unfortunately, but there are many of us out there who know who you are. You can try to paint a pretty picture, but the internet is forever. And when you say you apologized and then continue to say the same things that you apologized for, that isn’t an apology.

I don’t email you as a general rule. I don’t post on your websites. I don’t comment on your podcasts. I don’t tweet you. I leave you alone, Bill. You have a really funny definition of “leave you alone.” Essentially, you have to come to my house to see what I’m talking about in my living room and to talk back to me. I don’t go to yours. So be assured I will leave you alone. But will YOU leave ME alone? I don’t think you have the capability.

Be well.