I promise that this post won’t be mean or snarky. Not that I have turned over a new leaf or anything but my jaw just dropped when those two tweets were called to my attention earlier today.
The inability to see one’s own ineptitude and thus objectively evaluate his or her own actual competence or incompetence is called the Dunning-Kruger effect (“D-K” for short). Generally, D-K involves people who are low-functioning. Bill Schmalfeldt, then, presents sort of a paradox. I for one do not believe that Bill is a low-functioning person, all evidence to the contrary. He actually strikes me as reasonably intelligent. I’m not saying this because I’m having a “be nice to Bill Schmalfeldt today” attack or anything. To the contrary, it is this impression I get that in the abstract that Bill is not stupid or ignorant that makes him so immensely frustrating to deal with. In language and conduct, he is a foul-mouthed grotesque pig of a man. The things that amuse him, like “bald pussy,” are sickening, no– pretty much revolting to the average person. He has abundantly demonstrated himself to be, among other things a homophobe and a misogynist. As I said, I’m not being mean or snarky in saying these things. I’m simply reporting the facts based on what emerges in a steady stream from his mouth and keyboard.
When his current federal lawsuit is found to be without merit, either sooner or later, it will cost Bill somewhere near $1,000 and perhaps much, much more. If he already recognizes the marginal nature and ultimate futility of what he is doing, as evidenced by the above-noted tweets, what twisted perception of reality allows him to consider that those dollars will have been spent to advance the cause of justice? He would be far better off spending his limited funds on obtaining competent counsel in defending himself in John Hoge’s Maryland lawsuit, as his current attorney- himself- has no ability whatsoever to effectively represent him. Or he should spend the money on his hobby- small time broadcasting- which he so obviously enjoys. It doesn’t matter that nobody is listening. Nobody watches me ride a bicycle either, and I enjoy doing that just fine. He could even spend the money on his current wife, to credit his assertion that he has remarried. That’s the kind of thing that would pay dividends over the long term. But justice? Ha! There’s no amount he could spend on endless litigation with people he hates because they’ve said things about him he doesn’t like that will ever produce any. He might as well take his money out and burn it for all the good it will do him.
Give it up, Bill. I’m not saying that as a friend. I’m not saying that as a threat. I’m saying it because you, like me, have maybe a decade or so more to live, and when you’re in that last boat to nowhere whatever you spend each moment of the ride doing either counts or it doesn’t. It’s never too late to change.