Oh, that wily Bill Schmalfeldt. Now that his feet are getting ever closer to the fire in the lawsuit against him in Maryland, he’s starting to flip, flop and flail like the beached fail whale that he is.
Oh look! The return of wheelchair Bill! Been a while, hasn’t it? Guess he really can pull up things from several years ago, now can’t he? How very…. interesting. And how feeble he looks, with the head on a stake…
And in one of his recent pleadings to the court we find this little snippet:
A miscarriage of justice and a violation of the ADA. Wow. That’s…. not how the ADA works, DUMBFUCK. Lawsuits don’t give a rat’s ass about your disability. You have the ability to call a lawyer on the phone and hire him if you can’t manage your case. Heck, everybody has the ability, just perhaps not the wherewithal. And frankly justice doesn’t give a crap about that part and neither does the law.
You do not get to ring the “disabled” bell whenever it is convenient for you. It’s called being a scam artist. A grifter. Something Bill Schmalfeldt just loooves to call other people. But apparently he doesn’t have an issue being the same thing. The old rules for thee but not for me!
And then, early this morning, we had this:
Bill *DOES* know that normal people with no disability have dreams of this nature, doesn’t he? I remember sporting a black eye once because my ex-husband elbowed me in a particularly violent dream the first year we were married, not to mention the numerous times he fell out of bed himself. He doesn’t have Parkinsons. Or Fakinsons for that matter.
Try again, Fail Whale Schmalrus!
Oh, a hoax? You mean like the one he tried to pull on the cops, claiming that the Slovenian Poop caper caused him to fall down, go boom? Remember that one?
Feeble Bill, how we have missed you! Enjoy your trip to Westminster!