“Get married to another guy, paint the White House rainbow, pick my pocket to pay for your healthcare, and pretend that white cops are are just hunting down innocent people. You want to do these things fine. But don’t tell me I can’t speak my mind in my country.” — Dave Alexander
This is a screenshot of a Tweet and part of Bill’s email to the Sheriff’s Dept. Here is a link to the original at the Wayback Machine.
Bill claims to have identified Grace, and claims she is threatening him. Grace is merely predicting that Schmalfeldt will only stop harassing people when 1) a judge forces him or 2) he is dead. I heartily agree. No that’s not a threat, it’s just a prediction based upon what a jerk he has already been.
When will he stop pestering law enforcement? Ok yeah. 1 or 2.
Bill Schmalfeldt is a well fed troll. At Billy Sez, they’ve been pondering the question: Do we know him?
He claims we don’t. I guess he figures that he has been misunderstood. Honestly, I wish I didn’t know him, but I do. Here’s my response to the question:
Lets see if I know him. Bill steams about something on the internet which was NOT addressed TO him, but was ABOUT him. He thinks he is being harassed. Since he is a writer, comedian and prolific pro se pest, he is a public person who should expect negative press.
He uses very marginal internet search skills to identify the culprit. In my case he found out who I am because I put my given name, my nickname at work, and my wordpress name on my blog. Click on my name, and you immediately go to the blog. Damn that guy is clever — finding out things which are not hidden. (He is about 50% accurate in his doxxing. Sometimes he identifies a felon as one of the Lickspittles. Now THAT was fun.)
He sends a private email which drips of “I got you know my pretty…” The written “voice” is sort of a mix of Hannibal Lechter and Vincent Price. The letter sets a time limit, and requests information about others. He stops short of actually using the phrase “or else” but the message is: Tell me secrets and I’ll keep yours.
Time expires. Bill publishes publicly available information on the victim, which gets seen by two people from TK, a handful of Lickpittles/Zombies and pretty much no one else. If he doxxeed the wrong person, the whole thing gets memory holed right after it is copied by Lickspittles/Zombies. If he got the right person, nothing happens.
Sometimes they send him an email saying “bugger off,” but nothing significant happens. Sometimes the victim has to tell their boss or board of directors to “Google Bill Schmalfeldt.” They do, and the issue is neutralized.
Bill then reads messages at Zombie/Hoge/BillySez/ViewfromNL/Mayo Aficianado and thinks he’s being harassed.
Yes. I know him.
This is the exact process which happened with me, and about three or four other readers of Hogewash. He does this because we bother him, not because anyone harasses him.
Guest Post By Tor McNair, Flamboyantly Gay Author
“I’m not getting married. I’m too GAY to get married.” — Tor McNair
Dear Supreme Court,What the HELL were you thinking. I mean, yes. We want full equality, but damn! You have just ruined my life.
Before this decision, I could protest, pontificate (oops, poor choice of words) and complain about how I’m oppressed. My lover Greg would listen with rapt attention as I’d go on an on about how this is so unfair. He used to be such a dear.
You know what he asked me yesterday? He wants to know when we’re getting married?
He might as well ask when we’re buying a minivan, moving to the suburbs and raising fat children!
Now he’s all pissed off. Well frankly so am I. I think you’ve taken away the best part of being gay. OK, maybe the second best part.
Last week I could tell Greg I’m going to an art auction and slip away to meet Carlos, my fave hairdresser. Never mind what we’d do. You don’t want to know. We’d cuddle afterwards and that was it. Yesterday I got a wedding invitation from Carlos and his longtime boy. That BITCH. I gave him the best years of my life — ten minutes at a time. Besides, they’ve been living together for years. They’re only having a wedding for the gifts.
Anonymous, promiscuous sex is grinding to a screeching halt. Now the boys are starting to want commitment, rings and MY last name.
Okay, I wanted the right to get married but believe it or not, I’m not really interested in getting married.
This weekend, gay couples all over the country are having some of the most awkward silences ever. This is just unfair.
Being gay means being ABLE to do a bunch of things, but that doesn’t mean I do them. I have a list of things I don’t do. Now I have to add getting married to the list.
Damn you people. Can’t you just leave us alone?
WordPress — we noticed!
Update: The comments at the WordPress Forum have been closed. I guess they see an avalanche coming.
Other bloggers are noticing:
Original post here:
When I blog, or use the WordPress Reader, I get this on top of my work pace:
It’s hard to see but it is the rainbow banner. Now, I see that a lot on Facebook, and some more on lefty websites, and I know some friends of mine are flying it proudly. I just didn’t expect to see it on WordPress. I’m working here. Do I need to be gay-marketed to? Can’t I analyze news, write my blog and goof around here without being reminded how fabulous it is that gay people can now marry, grow older, and eventually stop having sex with each other on a regular basis like heterosexual couples? (Or as we used to call them “couples.”)
Come on, WordPress. Gimme a break.