Truly amazing is what it is. The things that idiot Bill Schmalfeldt can retain in memory, and the things he can’t.
He can remember years and years of butthurt, the fruit borne of decades spent behaving online like the south end of a northbound horse…
…cursed with dysentery.
But of course he can’t remember the behavior. Oh no he can’t. Not possible.
He’s kept everything he’s ever written, if you can believe a word this liar says…
…he just can’t find it when required to produce it in discovery.
…or recognize when his own idiocy is thrown back in his face.
It occurs to me that this may be the reason he foolishly continues to believe his infinite loop of doomed federal LOLsuits will eventually lead to a victory.
…or at least, a trial.
…or perhaps even a preliminary hearing of some kind.
…or an occasion to see one of his many bêtes noires actually appear in court on a date when DUMBFUCK has not pissed his own skirts and run for the hills like the coward he is.
…or a dismissal for some reason other than failure to demonstrate personal jurisdiction.
…or his own personal decision to aver to all the things he claims are defamatory by voluntarily dismissing with prejudice and thus branding himself forever a rapist.
So I find it amusing that he cannot remember just two short months ago when he tweeted that it didn’t matter that Patrick Grady had not been served by the U.S. Marshals:
Almost all of that is exactly what happened to Patrick Grady.
They sent him certified mail.
Well, who would go to pick up certified mail when they have a stalker with a restraining order who has tried to sue him before? That’s just stupid.
Then they knocked on his door. (Consults calendar…)
Looks like 9/27/17 was a Wednesday. And at 12:20 pm most respectable people would be at work. Can’t imagine why no one would answer the door.
Then they called him on the phone OVER 10 TIMES!!!.
Speaking for myself, I don’t answer numbers I don’t know. My voicemail greeting says I do, thanks to telemarketers and identity thieves. It says, if you are a real person and this call is important, you’ll leave a message, and I’ll call you back. And I add those important people to my contacts, so I know to answer the call next time.
Why is the voicemail box on that number full? Who knows?
Finally, they knock-knock-knocked again. (Now where’s that calendar…?)
Oh, look! 10/24/17 was a Tuesday, another day when the average knock on the door of a man with a job who lives alone would go unanswered. Oh noes! To the fainting couch!
But to the DUMBFUCK under the South Carolina porch who TWICE refused to obey the order of a Maryland judge and appear for a show cause hearing, this is his definition of cowardice.
To return to my point though, ALL OF THESE PROCEDURES followed by the U.S. Marshals with Patrick Grady are exactly what the coward Bill Schmalfeldt LIED ABOUT UNDER OATH when he came to North Carolina to admit to harassing me and to garner his 12th restraining order.
And what did that oh-so-forgetful cowardly, lying piece of filth have to say next?
He reiterated what he has apparently now forgotten: that by virtue of Mr. Nettles’ filing notice of appearance on behalf of all four defendants, Grady had waived service.
Which makes DUMBFUCK’S little end zone dance yesterday afternoon even more pathetic, pointless and stupid than it already was. Especially in light of the weakness of both his complaint and his nonexistent argument for personal jurisdiction. He says he has “learned from his previous pro se mistakes,” but apparently all he has learned is how to make new and more LULZY pro se mistakes. Because it’s all retread. With a ton of theatrics that have no basis in law.
Even better is what followed: DUMBFUCK pro se Bill Schmalfeldt decided he would burn all the comity and goodwill he had built between himself and our “capable attorney” by dropping him a “friendly note” insulting all of his clients.
Which turned out as predictably as you might imagine. In a flash, Louis Nettles, Esquire went from a capable and genteel country lawyer to a “Hoge fanboy” when it turned out that our lawyer is under no obligation to be friends with a poor, pitiful pro se idiot who never fails to choke to death the screaming voice in his head that tells him this might be a good time to keep his fucking gob shut for once.
But that’s why we love him!