I have been looking for quite some time for a nice, neat and tidy category in which to place Bill Schmalfeldt. Classification, however, has eluded me, mainly because of the seemingly schizophrenic mania with which he swings from thing to thing.
But lo! A friend forwarded me an article and within? An explanation of the Blubby Blob. He is a Cry-Bully.
This is the age of the Cry-Bully, a hideous hybrid of victim and victor, weeper and walloper. They are everywhere, these duplicit Pushmi-Pullyus of the personal and the political … social media – the source of so much fun and friendship for most of us – becomes a double-edged sword in the hands of the Cry-Bully. They will threaten women with rape on Twitter then boo-hoo about the invasion of their privacy when called to account. It’ s a sort of Munchausen’s syndrome – causing one’s own misery then complaining about it – seen most sadly in the case of Hannah Smith, the 14-year-old girl who took her own life in 2013 after allegedly being cyber-bullied on the teen website Ask.fm. It turned out that some 98 per cent of the abusive messages came from poor Hannah herself, with only four posts being contributed by actual trolls.
One could not ask for a more complete description of the Big BM. All you need to do is look at these two tweets to see it in living green ichor, all wrapped up in a little ball of … wax.
There it is. He is the victim (of his self-inflicted butthurt) who is going to FINALLY get those evil, nasty people – well, if not the meanest, nastiest one, then another one that he can actually find who didn’t even do the same sort of things as the one that he REALLY wants to get because she’s actually probably the nicest one of them all. But it doesn’t matter. Because SOMEONE MUST PAY! And if not Krendler, then her. Because Lord knows that Billy doesn’t want acknowledge that he reaps what he sowed.