Someone posting on Breitbart Unmasked (no, I’m not gonna link it), the website where Bill Schmalfeldt is editor, recently posted an expletive-filled diatribe in response to a non-explitive-filled calm statement/request/demand from another blogger. This venting of the spleen was no doubt cathartic for Marcus Lucinius Crassius, much as I’m sure the stabbing death of Julius Caesar was for Brutus. It was much less effective than that, but still…
Now, since MLC is anonymous, there is no proof that I possess one way or another as to who they are. I have my suspicions. Others have their suspicions. One of the possibilities is Brett Kimberlin. Another is Bill Schmalfeldt. Seeing as how both of these men are vexed greatly by the blogger this diatribe was directed towards for daring to do unto them what they have done unto him in the court system, either they or a few others in the same boat are pretty good suspects. It’s a short list from where I’m sitting.
But wait, Morgana. This is Billy Sez. Why would you post about something that is potentially NOT what Billy Sez?
Whether or not Bill Schmalfeldt posted it is moot for my purposes. It was posted by a poster (not merely a commenter) on a site that he is the editor. Lord knows that when one of my co-bloggers post something here, I can easily get tarred with the same brush. Heck, I get tarred for my commenters, and they are fully autonomous and certainly not my puppets in any way shape or form.
And really, I’m not posting this to hang it around Bill Schmalfeldt’s neck. I am posting it to contrast it with things he DID write and do. So let’s get to the meat of this then, shall we?
You can file whatever the fuck you please in your shitty little town and we give TWO FUCKS LESS, you piece of living crawling shit on my shoes, what the fuck you do or where you do it at. And you can take this post to your shitty little court and whine like a baby over whatever post you want to whine over, and claim you are a little tiny crying fucking baby victim and do so at your pleasure. But at the end of the day you worthless excuse for human slime and filth, this is the 1st Amendment motherfucker, and we here at this fucking website, whether you think it is read or not, practice that every fucking day you fucking bearded mother fucking wannabe child abusing (as noted by former Maryland Circuit Court Judge Creighton) piece of shit.
My, my! Do you kiss your mother with that mouth? Apparently not. Somebody made Marcus very, very angry indeed!
Here it is re-written with all the adult language taken out.
You can file whatever you please in your little town and we (couldn’t care less), you piece of (mobile dung) on my shoes, what you do or where you do it at. And you can take this post to your little court and whine like a baby over whatever post you want to whine over, and claim you are a little tiny crying baby victim and do so at your pleasure. But at the end of the day you worthless excuse of a human, this is the 1st Amendment, and we here at this website, whether you think is read or not, practice that every day you bearded wannabe child abusing (as noted by former Maryland Circuit Court Judge Creighton) piece of dung.
Let’s parcel this out, shall we? Poor sentence construction notwithstanding.
“You can file whatever you please in your little town and we (couldn’t care less), you piece of (mobile dung) on my shoes, what you do or where you do it at.”
Apparently, the man who decided to sue me THREE different times in THREE different states – for things up to and including supposed defamation of character and intentional infliction of butthurt in the third degree – followed this advice to the “T,” didn’t he?
“And you can take this post to your little court and white like a baby over whatever post you want to whine over, and claim you are a little tiny crying baby victim and do so at your pleasure.”
Again, Bill Schmalfeldt. Sued me thrice in three different jurisdictions. Whining and crying like a baby over words on the internet, claiming to be a victim because he allegedly has Parkinson’s Disease Stage IV. (By the way, how’s that going for him? He’s looking mighty hale and hearty, moving himself from one place to another in the BITTER COLD when we were told not two years ago that being forced to go out in January was, like, tantamount to TRYING TO KILL HIM!!!111!!!1!ELEVENTY!!1! Parkinsons, the disease that never gets better just keeps getting better and better for him, eh? Interesting.)
“But at the end of the day you worthless excuse of a human, this is the 1st Amendment, and we here at this website, whether you think is read or not, practice that every day you bearded wannabe child abusing (as noted by former Maryland Circuit Court Judge Creighton) piece of dung.”
The grammar Nazis want to speak to the original writer about this particular sentence, plz and ty. Please don’t punch them because they’re really not actual Nazis. Or Trump supporters for that matter.
Anyway, the First Amendment. You can’t practice the First Amendment unless you are a government or a government entity, you moron. And in reality, it is a LACK of practice by government that allows the First Amendment principles to flourish on said unread website. You, the writer, don’t actually do a damn thing except speak your mind like you always do. (Negative rights. Look them up!) Has nothing to do with a private citizen telling you to take down their copyrighted stuff or to stop libeling them. Or didn’t you already know that? Oh wait. You’re an ancient Roman. Right! You just don’t completely grok these concepts yet, do you? It’s okay. Eventually you’ll get to the Enlightenment and maybe you’ll start to see how philosophy has changed.
As to the wannabe child abusing? Well, Bill Schmalfeldt *is* the person who submitted a transcript of his “comedy” bits where the listener is led to believe that children are/will be sexually abused. Unlike the person Marcus is upset about. And the judge said nothing of the sort and they actually know that. But it’s just so cute when they try to insinuate otherwise. Not.
Marcus was trying to set someone in their place. But really, all you had to do was put a mirror up to it and find the behavior of a certain someone we all know reflected back. Whether or not Marcus is Bill Schmalfeldt doesn’t matter. Marcus described Bill, and the things that he does, perfectly.
With friends like these…