Deranged Cyberstalker Bill Schmalfeldt Continues His Descent into Madness

Bill Schmalfeldt, ranting on YouTube, circa 2011.

Years of working in “file-it-and-forget-it” mode — today’s newspaper is tomorrow’s fishwrapper — means that stories I once covered on an almost daily basis are routinely consigned to the archives. For a few months in 2013, for example, I covered the Kate Hunt saga in a thorough and relentless manner until she was finally sentenced to jail, at which point I dusted off my hands and moved on to other stories.

Likewise, I spent nearly two years covering every angle of the Brett Kimberlin saga until, in August 2014, the Pro Se Perjurer was defeated in the $1 million Maryland defamation lawsuit, Kimberlin v. Walker, et al.

Most unwisely, the Pipsqueak Pipe Bomber decided to turn that case into the Brett Kimberlin Pedophile Trial and when he lost . . . Well, what more could any Neutral Objective Journalist say? “Case closed.”

My erstwhile co-defendant John Hoge, however, has not been so forgiving of the Notorious Nuisance Litigator. Kimberlin has continued picking fights with Mr. Hoge, who has repeatedly defeated Kimberlin in court, much to the embarrassment of a certain obese Kimberlin fanboy.

Google “deranged cyberstalker” and Bill Schmalfeldt‘s name comes up for some reason, perhaps because in November 2012, the neckless lunatic decided that it would be a clever idea to target my wife for harassment.

Because there are many other more interesting stories my readers care about, I’ve more or less ignored the otherwise obscure Schmalfeldt the past couple of years. Probably the last time I mentioned him was in October (“Deranged Cyberstalker Bill Schmalfeldt Is Still Deranged and, Yes, Cyberstalking”) when the fat fool recycled a particularly wretched falsehood. However, we must ask, what does it say about Bill Schmalfeldt that he has continued his obsessive attacks against John Hoge?

Here is the thing that Bill Schmalfeldt can’t seem to understand: Whereas I am a Neutral Objective Journalist who is only interested in reporting and commenting on newsworthy events and personalities, John Hoge is a private citizen who just happened to take offense at Brett Kimberlin’s cruel vendetta against the lawyer Aaron Walker. My gonzo approach to the Kimberlin saga led to some personal involvement on my part, but I nevertheless kept reminding myself that I was a journalist covering a story, which is why I never sued anybody or filed for any restraining orders, etc. By contrast, the private citizen John Hoge is not constrained by any such consideration — unfortunately for Bill Schmalfeldt.

Judging from what my friend John Hoge has written lately on this subject, it would seem that Bill Schmalfeldt doesn’t comprehend the meaning of the word “plagiarism” and, by incorrectly applying this word to Mr. Hoge’s work, Schmalfeldt has committed torts against Mr. Hoge — allegedly, I hasten to add, because far be it from me to claim any specific knowledge of all the legal matters involved in this dispute. Knowing the character of the participants, however, I can safely say:

  1. If Bill Schmalfeldt were wise, he would leave Mr. Hoge alone;
    but
  2. Bill Schmalfeldt is a fool, and will be unable to restrain himself from further inciting Mr. Hoge’s ire;
    and therefore
  3. Mr. Hoge will continue to inflict humiliating defeats on Schmalfeldt.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

By the way, it probably isn’t Neutral Objective Journalism to encourage readers to hit the tip jar at Hogewash. But really, you should.

 

Deranged Cyberstalker Bill Schmalfeldt Is Still Deranged and, Yes, Cyberstalking

 

Let the reader search the archives here for mentions of Bill Schmalfeldt, and I believe you will discover that I have ignored him for more than two years, until I found today that Schmalfeldt was recycling a defamatory fraud from 2013 concerning myself and Karen the Lonely Conservative.

Now, given that I have ignored Schmalfeldt so long, and only took notice of him today because he was engaging in a false attack on me, which of us has suffered an unjust injury? (Hint: Not Bill Schmalfeldt.)

Alas, perhaps because of the hapless fool’s degenerative neurological condition, he seems incapable of comprehending basic facts, which would explain the idiotic email he sent me this afternoon:

To: Robert Stacy McCain
From: Bill Schmalfeldt <[email protected]>
Tue, 04 Oct 2016 16:02:27
Dear Mr. McCain:
This is my notice to you that I intend to hold you accountable for any and all future defamatory remarks. You are on notice. Calling me “deranged” is defamatory. It is not based on truth and it puts me in a false, negative light.
Calling me a “cyberstalker” is defamatory. Cyberstalking is a crime, both in Maryland and in Wisconsin. I have never been convicted of the crime of “cyberstalking,” so referring to me by that label is a malicious falsehood.
I am not an “adjudicated” anything. Peace orders and restraining orders are not an adjudication of guilt. They are, by law, an order to not engage in certain behaviors, not a finding that such behaviors have been proven. As I have never been convicted in a court of law for any crime, calling me an “adjudicated” criminal is a malicious falsehood.
I intend to hold you to this standard. If the things you allege are defamatory, and the truth or falsity can be proven, a false statement will be taken as defamation.
You are warned that I will not put up with this any longer.
Cease and Desist
William M. Schmalfeldt, Sr.
St. Francis, WI 53235

Thus the finest legal mind of Acme Law™ is convinced that my description of his condition (deranged) and his behavior (cyberstalking) has made him the victim of a tort (defamation) on my part. Certain that no court would ever agree with Mr. Schmalfeldt on this matter, I would be within my rights to reply, “F*** you, you demented old fool,” and leave it at that.

However, I thought it worthwhile to publish Mr. Schmalfeldt’s empty threat — “You are warned that I will not put up with this any longer” could easily be construed as a threat of some intended retaliation — so that everyone would know what Old Blubberhead is up to lately. The question is why, after two years, Mr. Schmalfeldt would suddenly renew his interest in me. My hunch is that it may be related to events described in “The Panic Is Pretty Obvious” by John Hoge.

According to Mr. Hoge, Schmalfeldt published a forgery that appears related to ongoing litigation between Aaron Walker and Brett Kimberlin. If Mr. Schmalfeldt was indeed part of that “panic,” perhaps he sought to divert attention from his blunder by stirring up some trouble with me. And if past is precedent, we may expect that The Neckless Troll will now begin escalating the pursuit of his zany obsession with me, all the while proclaiming himself to be the victim. Selah.

Strangely, Mr. Schmalfeldt seems to believe I have used the word “adjudicated” to describe him, which I have not. Having ceased to pay attention to him, I am unaware of the state of his legal affairs, and certainly did not use the word “cyberstalker” with the intention of making a criminal charge against him. Rather, I used the word in the colloquial sense — i.e., someone who uses Internet communications (“cyber-“) to maliciously pursue someone in an obsessive way (“stalking”). Mr. Schmalfeldt has certainly done that to me in the past, and has been subject to court action involving his online behavior toward others, so that describing him as a “cyberstalker” is to state a known fact, no more controversial than it would be to call him “bald” and “ugly.”

As for calling Mr. Schmalfeldt “deranged,” this is also non-controversial, as he is known to be afflicted with a debilitating disorder that can produce dementia. While I am not a mental health professional qualified to diagnose this condition, his behavior would certainly cause any observant person to believe Mr. Schmalfeldt is warped, wacky, cracked, twisted, berserk, mad, daft, off his rocker, nuttier than squirrel farts, Looney Tunes, a few fries short of a Happy Meal and cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs. Indeed, one might list every synonym for “crazy” in Roget’s Thesaurus without fully describing how crazy Bill Schmalfledt is.

Karen the Lonely Conservative has taken notice of the latest craziness, and the “Billy Sez” blog also comments.

By the way, does anyone need to be reminded about Bill Schmalfeldt’s enthusiasm for anal rape? Because maybe some people forgot.




 

The Crazy Is Always There

Bill Schmalfeldt ranting, 2011. (Image via Thomas Anderson at Vimeo)

Deranged cyberstalker Bill Schmalfeldt was in court today in Carroll County, Maryland, facing charges of violating the peace order that prohibited him from contacting John Hoge. Reports that Bill would be representing himself in this case inspired much mirth online. It’s strange how, from a perspective of sanity — you know, among people who have an actual life — these weirdos seem to come and go. There was a time, a couple of years ago, when Schmalfeldt’s bizarre antics were a subject of regular updates here, but once he stopped harassing me, I stopped paying attention to the Neckless Wonder. Yet his insanity persisted to the point where now Schmalfeldt went to trial — and got off with a stern warning from the judge. Meanwhile, in Alabama . . .

Remember Roger Shuler? Sure you do.

He’s the Democrat lunatic who became Shelby County Jail inmate No. 288928 because of his bizarre vendetta against Alabama Republicans. Shuler came to my attention because, in 2012, he was promoting various lurid smears against me and others who had been targeted as enemies of Brett Kimberlin and Neal Rauhauser. Just another crazy weirdo on the Internet who had to push it to the limit:

A Shelby County blogger, who spent five months in jail before agreeing to remove stories from his website about the son of a former governor, has now been ordered to pay $3.5 million in a defamation lawsuit filed by a former campaign manager for Alabama Attorney General Luther Strange.
The blogger had written about an alleged affair between Strange and the campaign manager.
Jefferson County Circuit Judge Donald Blankenship on Monday entered a default judgment against Roger Shuler and his website Legal Schnauzer for $1.5 million in compensatory and $2 million in punitive damages. The judge wrote that all the elements for the judgment were present, including that a false and defamatory statement was made.
Jessica Medeiros Garrison, a Birmingham lawyer, filed the defamation lawsuit in 2013 against Shuler. She had managed Strange’s 2010 campaign for Alabama Attorney General and served as Chief Counsel and Deputy Attorney General in 2011.
“The facts are clear and the judgment speaks for itself,” Garrison stated in an email Tuesday to AL.com. “The absolute and blatant disregard for the truth has to come with consequences. I am very happy to finally be in a position to set the record straight,” she wrote.
Bill Baxley, one of Garrison’s attorneys, also said the ruling “speaks for itself.” He said he doubts his client will be able to collect any money from Shuler, who had his house foreclosed upon a year or so ago.

In 2013, I wrote an American Spectator column about Shuler, “Crazy in Alabama.” I also wrote a column about another Internet weirdo, Barrett Brown, “The Kook Who Knew Too Much.” In case you missed the news, Barrett Brown got sentenced to five years in federal prison.

Bill Schmalfeldt, Roger Shuler, Barrett Brown — some of my friends wonder how it is I manage to attract the attention of so many lunatic trolls. It’s as if I exude a magnetic force field of craziness, but the mystery is actually not so mysterious. About a dozen years ago, the Southern Poverty Law Center labeled me a “neo-Confederate,” and this was amplified by leftists (including gay columnist Michelangelo Signorile) who claimed I was a “white supremacist.” At the time, I was working as an assistant national editor at the Washington Times and my bosses advised me (“advised” in this context being a near-synonym for “ordered”) not to respond to these accusations. This enforced silence was unpleasant, as I was of course eager to refute these smears, but my bosses were probably correct: If your enemy is lying about you, why publicize their lies by commenting about them? The SPLC is a reprehensible organization that has subsequently been implicated in inciting violent maniac to attack the Family Research Council. To be smeared by the SPLC is a badge of honor and yet, because I did not immediately respond to the accusations against me when they first targeted me, this gave rise to the Internet Legend of Robert Stacy McCain, White Supremacist — with consequences that have been at times comic and at other times tragic.

In September 2009, while I was covering the Tea Party rally in Washington, D.C., Charles Johnson of Little Green Footballs (whose blog had once been fairly important among conservatives) decided to unload the SPLC/Signorile “white supremacist” on me, and I fought a two-week blog war to prove my point: Charles Johnson is a worthless damned fool. Everybody at that time recognized that CJ had gone of the deep end. He had started losing his grip in October 2007, when he began smearing Pamela Geller as a “neofascist,” and his slow descent into madness (ranting against “creationists” and “climate denialists”) had been watched with quiet chagrin by Charles’s former allies. Once he attacked me, however, Johnson’s defection to the Left suddenly became a matter of public knowledge, and actually got noticed by the New York Times.

The Little Green Meltdown was big news back in 2009. It had the incidental effect of creating a sort of residual echo for the Internet Legend of Robert Stacy McCain, White Supremacist. Because there are many friends who can vouch for my bona fides, this doesn’t really bother me — “Don’t Give a Damn About My Bad Reputation,” as Joan Jett said — and my indifference to this really seems to make some people crazy.

Every once in a while, usually after I’ve had some notable success, my Twitter timeline will suddenly get a burst of craziness from trolls who think they have discovered the Hidden Secret of Right-Wing Racism. What has actually happened, however, is one of two things:

  1. Some idiot did a Google search and came up with the same stuff that I already dealt with back in 2009. “Asked and answered,” but the troll doesn’t know this.
  2. One of the Usual Suspects (perhaps one of Neal Rauhauser’s sockpuppet accounts) has decided to replay the same tactic that has failed so often before.

Now, I’ve got better things to do with my time than constantly reply to the same nonsense, so I usually ignore this stuff. “Oh, look, another idiot with 72 Twitter followers calling me a racist.” The problem is that some of these trolls become obsessed with me. Barrett Brown once wrote an entire book chapter about me, which his publisher rejected because who the hell cares about Stacy McCain, right? I’m just a guy with a blog. I’m not a politician or a TV star. Furthermore, there is the evidence that Sherlock Holmes would call The Dog That Did Not Bark: If I am really such an odious hatemonger, wouldn’t I occasionally, y’know, monger some hate?

That is to say, wouldn’t a white supremacist be blogging about white supremacy? Obviously, this isn’t who I am, because this is not what I do. Yet there is a certain type of person who thinks, “A-ha! I’m an expert at this Internet Detective stuff, so I will prove what an awful racist this guy is! I will expose him for the Evil Right Wing Hater that we all know he must be! And then I will become the Most Famous of All Internet Detectives! People will love me!”

So they run off chasing that phantom and, when they fail, they become convinced that I’ve played some kind of dirty trick on them by evading their Internet Detective skills and they go nuts. This explains my tendency to attract crazy trolls and, speaking of which, Charles Johnson has created a Secret Blog Commenting System that will allow him and his dwindling mob of kooks to discuss their weird obsessions without fear that someone will screen-cap their insanity.

Here, I’ve got $20 that says this latest Wile E. Coyote Acme Rocket Skates™ genius plan will fail. What will happen, I predict, is that someone inside the Secret Blog Commenting System will say something that pisses off Charles Johnson, resulting in one of his periodic spasms of ban-the-dissenters fury. Screen-caps of the Secret Blog Commenting System discussion will then be published, with embarrassing consequences for Charles & Friends. Of course, this will be of interest only to those of us who remember who Charles Johnson was, back when he really mattered, which was many, many years ago.





 

Deranged Cyberstalker Bill Schmalfeldt Doubts My Expertise in Crazy?

Bill Schmalfeldt insists he is not a deranged cyberstalker.

“Delusions of persecution and grandiose revenge fantasies are typical of certain personality disorders and, although I have no specialized training in psychology, I know crazy when I see it.
“One of Bill Schmalfeldt’s most noticeable traits is his love of making threats — The Dire Warning of Terrible Consequences — which seems closely related to his sadistic tendency. Schmalfeldt evidently enjoys trying to frighten people and relishes the thought of harming or humiliating others . . .”

— Robert Stacy McCain, Jan. 7

Fail, fail, fail. Lather, rinse, repeat.

Bill Schmalfeldt‘s habits become tedious after a while, and I’ve only bothered to mention him twice in the past month, once because he announced that he had named me as a defendant in a federal lawsuit — a lawsuit that nobody ever actually saw, of course, but now he has sent an e-mail announcing that he is withdrawing the suit:

Then, on May 22, I had an appointment with my neurologist. We discussed the lawsuit. He told me, quite frankly, that it was his opinion that if being harassed and hassled by you fools was enough to make my condition as bad as it is, a protracted lawsuit would kill me. He asked me if getting a measure of revenge against the people who tormented me this last 18 months was worth my life.
You know what? You’re not worth the time I took to write this comment.
When I got home from the appointment (Dr. Stephen Grill, Elkridge, MD), I wrote a letter to the Clerk of Courts telling them to forget about filing the suit. My wife mailed it minutes later. $0.49 postage. $3.30 certified fee. $2.70 return receipt requested. And a shitload of paper wasted.
So. I am not going to sue anybody. You don’t deserve a moment’s more of my time and effort.

En route to that anticlimax, however, Bill Schmalfeldt nevertheless had to exhibit his symptomatic Last Word Syndrome:

Hoge professes Christianity. He is the sort of person Christ warned about, a blind guide, a liar, a hypocrite. He should be despised instead of lauded. But nobody is accusing his followers of being particularly bright.
And on the subject of R. Stacy McCain. Does he have a degree in psychology? Psychiatry? Have I been adjudged to be “deranged” by competent authority? No? Then who the f*ck is R. Stacy McCain to call ANYBODY ELSE “deranged”? Cyberstalking? Have I been convicted of the crime of cyberstalking? No. One judge who admitted he had no idea what Twitter does decided that blocking me on Twitter was the same thing as Hoge having to change his telephone number. One judge, who completely ignored the settled law and the opinion of the state Attorney General, who he called “just another lawyer.”

For some reason, Bill Schmalfeldt resents being called a “deranged cyberstalker,” which is merely a description, rather than a psychiatric diagnosis or a criminal accusation. Regular readers know how, over Thanksgiving weekend 2012, Schmalfeldt sent me more than 200 hostile Twitter messages in the span of 48 hours, including a threat to contact my wife at her workplace.

Was it inaccurate or unfair to describe such behavior as “cyberstalking”? And was this behavior rational, or was it deranged?

Schmalfeldt’s behavior was self-evidently intended to cause me harm, and was also self-evidently motivated by Schmalfeldt’s own irrational impulses — a bizarre and inexplicable obsession. Everyone who witnessed Schmalfeldt’s conduct toward me that weekend in November 2012 was horrified, and agreed that Schmalfeldt must be in the grip of some weird psychiatric disorder.

This general impression of Schmalfeldt as a madman had actually existed for many months before I ever heard of him, due to such of his insane misadventures as the “butt stuff” rant that got him banned from Daily Kos and his hateful “Dead Breitbart” stunt. Yet what finally cemented Schmalfeldt’s bad reputation was his cruel and obscene harassment of Lee Stranahan’s family. Even now, more than a year after Stranahan sought a court order to put an end to Schmalfeldt’s harassment, Schmalfeldt attempts to justify his actions:

People think I harassed Stranahan. F*ck Stranahan. Every problem the man ever had, he brought on himself.

Schmalfeldt then repeats all the wretched evil he perpetrated against Stranahan’s family, without ever bothering to explain why.

This is the problem that Schmalfeldt cannot escape: He has never been able to offer any logical explanation for why he spent months attempting to destroy Lee Stranahan’s family, and we must therefore conclude that Bill Schmalfeldt is a sadistic monster prone to obsessive fixations on scapegoated enemies, dehumanized targets onto whom he pours out the poisonous hatred that fills his perverse mind.

“Bill Schmalfeldt doesn’t have principles. Bill Schmalfeldt doesn’t have values. Bill Schmalfeldt doesn’t have beliefs. Bill Schmalfeldt has enemies, and then nothing, a black and dank and empty void of sullenness.”
— Ken White, Aug. 6, 2013

So, no, I don’t have any credentials or certification in psychology.

But I damned sure know crazy when I see it.




 

 


A Busy Day at Acme Law

Monkey see, monkey do — after months of cheerleading for Brett Kimberlin’s vexatious lawsuits, now Bill Schmalfeldt announces:

Today I have filed a lawsuit in the US District Court for the District of Maryland, Northern Division.
The defendants are:

WJJ Hoge III
Robert Stacy McCain
Nancy Gilly, aka “LibraryGryffon”
Paul H. Lemmen
Bettina Haper, aka “Black Betty”
Chris Heather, aka “Embryriddlealum” and any number of other sock puppets
Kyle Kiernan
Stephen R. Sheiko
Kimberly Dykes
The anonymous blogger calling itself “Paul Krendler”

I have filed under the following Claims for Relief.

1. Malicious Prosecution and Abuse of Process
2. Defamation and Libel
3. Harassment and Intentional Infliction of Emotional Distress

Having not seen the complaint, I can’t imagine what manner of tortious injuries Schmalfeldt is claiming to have suffered from me.

My co-defendant John Hoge has no comment.

UPDATE: More ranting from the Neckless Troll:

They’re yukking it up over at Hogetown since I announced that I have filed a Federal lawsuit. A lot of the mindless sheep are bleating about wanting to be included. I can accommodate them. I imagine I have until such time as the case is officially docketed to change the list of defendants, so if you REALLY, REALLY want to be included, contact me with proof that you are you, and I will only be too happy to oblige.
Personally, I’m thrilled that I’m not being taken seriously. Wait until the summonses start arriving.

Yeah. Whatever, Bill. What I can’t wait for is when the complaint is posted. Should be good for a few laughs.




 

Deranged Cyberstalker Bill Schmalfeldt Explores New Frontiers of Failure

It’s been three weeks since we checked in on the antics of Bill Schmalfeldt, the brain-damaged troll whose harassment of Brett Kimberlin’s enemies led him into an bizarre obsession with John Hoge, my co-defendant in the perjuring bomber’s vexatious lawsuits.

Read that sentence again, please.

If you’re a regular reader, it all makes sense, but if you were somebody just randomly browsing the Web and encountering this for the first time, you would have some questions: Who is Brett Kimberlin? Why do I call him “the perjuring bomber”? Why do I call Bill Schmalfeldt a “brain-damaged troll”? Who is John Hoge, and why are both of us being sued by Kimberlin? It’s a long, crazy story that I’ve been involved in for two years now, and it is important to acknowledge up front that the latest weirdness by Bill Schmalfeldt is occurring way off there on the obscure online fringes of Weirdoville.

It’s not BREAKING URGENT NEWS, in other words, and the essential triviality of Bill Schmalfeldt is something I understand, even if Bill doesn’t understand it himself. OK, so . . .

Bill Schmalfeldt has been self-publishing “books” about his demented misadventures. While I haven’t paid any attention to these, I think Bill is basically collecting up his own blog posts into “books,” which would probably be of interest to no one, except perhaps to a Maryland court — Exhibit A, as it were, in the case to have Bill Schmalfeldt permanently committed to a state psychiatric hospital. Let’s let Bill tell you what has resulted from his kooky publishing venture:

They killed “My Slow, Journalistic Death.” Because I used a sentence from WJJ Hoge’s blog.
They killed “Intentional Infliction”. Because “Paul Krendler” claims he sold the rights to a blog to WJJ Hoge.
They killed “WJJ Hoggy Tells You How to Smack Around a Handicapped Liberal (and get away with it).” Because Robin Wesley Causey claimed a copyright he doesn’t own.
And now, “Cyber Ins@nity” has been tossed off of the lists at Lulu.com. They won’t tell me why, except that someone claims it “invades” his or her privacy.

In other words, Bill Schmalfeldt’s book publishing career has been about as successful as his “journalism” career, which is to say it’s been a laughable failure, because Bill is a brain-damaged troll.

However, because he is unable to acknowledge his ineptitude or to take responsibility for his own failures, every time Bill Schmalfeldt fails, he blames his enemies, demonizing them as scapegoats, and then doubling down on failure. Later, rinse, repeat.

(The nice nurses at the psych ward are nodding in agreement.)

Bill has inflated the importance of his own (self-inflicted) problems and blames these problems on Hoge and on various commenters at Hoge’s blog — Paul Krendler, Robin Causey, etc. — and has taken to “doxing” these people (publishing their personal information) and, by using such materials in his “books,” Schmalfeldt has stirred up trouble for himself with these online self-publishing services.

Who is Nancy Gilly? Is she indeed @LibraryGryffon? And why would anyone other than Bill Schmalfeldt care? Bill’s complaints are as nonsensical as his helpless obsession with the “Wonderful Wizard of Hoge,” but this is how pathology becomes identity: Believing himself to be a victim, Schmalfeldt makes his victimhood the basis of his identity, and then interprets everything in that context. But because his victimhood is delusional — his misfortunes are in fact the result of his own actions — his self-created persona of “Victim Bill” is simply a symptomatic manifestation of his derangement.

In the latest episode, Bill Schmalfeldt went chasing after the identity of that elusive phantom “pemason54,” to no avail:

What does Bill Schmalfeldt know about “Honest People”? Never mind.

Hoge comments on the comic value of Schmalfeldt’s “faildox”:

Portland, Oregon, huh?
Of course, I have the IP addresses of all the comments that have come in under the name pemason54. The IPs trace to three sets of locations. Two are in adjacent towns in a state on the east coast. The third traces to various locations east of the Mississippi River belonging to a mobile phone carrier.

 Here’s a brilliant satire: “Because, let’s face it — I couldn’t be more of a dick if my feet were testicles.”





 

Lies, Errors, and Tendentious Mischaracterizations of Facts

“Vile Lie-Peddler @Karoli Kuns,” as I have sometimes called her, is one of the members of Team Kimberlin whose harassment of the perjuring bomber’s Enemies List is intermittent, rather than habitual and constant. It has been months since I paid any attention at all to her and, honestly, the whole Kimberlin drama has begun to bore me. The $1 million Maryland lawsuit Kimberlin v. Walker, et al., continues shuffling along in zombie fashion, while the $2 million federal lawsuit (Kimberlin v. the Universe, et al., as John Hoge calls it) seems to be approaching the point at which, as the lawyers say, it will be “ripe” for dismissal.

The fundamental dishonesty of Kimberlin’s litigation, however, is a self-evident fact with which my readers are so abundantly familiar by now that I don’t see much point in updating regularly — “Oh, look, another lie from the Pro Se Pipsqueak!” — and I’ve resolved personally to pay as little attention to it as a defendant must necessarily pay.

Maybe I should have included a “Trigger Alert” for those who have traumatic reactions to Bill Schamfeldt’s face. With a truly amazing persistence, Schmalfeldt has continued his obsessive fixation on John Hoge, who many months ago seems to have decided that stoic indifference was an insufficient response to Schmalfeldt’s sadistic harassment. Hoge has been quite active in seeking to hold Schmalfeldt legally accountable. Predictably, Schmalfeldt has turned this around in his demented mind, absurdly claiming that Hoge is harassing him, whereas the truth of the matter is, of course, the exact opposite of what Schmalfeldt says. It is now 10 months since a Carroll County judge granted Hoge’s peace order against Schmalfeldt. All that is required of Schmalfeldt is to cease his harassment of Hoge, but Schmalfeldt is like that old Led Zeppelin tune, “I Can’t Quit You Baby”: He’s hooked. He’s addicted. He’s got a monkey on his back. He’s got a harassment jones.

“He’s banned on Daily Kos. He’s banned at the Examiner. He gets angry about being ignored, and erupts in frothing rage. So then people pay Bill the only kind of attention he deserves — pointing out that he’s a brain-damaged troll — at which point he claims victimhood. Then the cycle begins again, and Bill makes new threats . . .”
— Robert Stacy McCain, Oct. 6, 2013

So the endless provocations continue — “How Many More Times,” another early Zeppelin classic — and when Hoge responds to Schmalfeldt’s provocations, this gives Schmalfeldt a new occasion to claim helpless victimhood. Bill’s existence has become a Mobius Loop of self-inflicted humiliation.

Schmalfeldt has a penchant for “monkey see, monkey do” mimicry, and anyone who has ever been in conflict with Bill quickly learns to recognize how he habitually imitates whatever rhetorical method his antagonist employs against him. Call attention to Schmalfeldt’s characteristic remorseless sadism, then start the clock to count the moments until he accuses you of sadism. And as often as we have remarked the obsessive nature of Schmalfeldt’s harassment of Hoge — this is an indisputable truth — yet we have now become accustomed to Bill claiming that he is the victim of harassment and that Hoge is obsessed with him. There’s an alternative universe inside Schmalfeldt’s mind, you see, where everything is the mirror reverse of reality, and his delusions would only be of interest as a clinical study in dementia, were it not for the fact that Schmalfeldt continues publicizing his perverse fantasies on the Internet.

Enter, now, Karoli Kuns . . .

What inspired the Vile Lie-Peddler to take an interest in Bill Schmalfeldt’s imaginary victimhood? I have no idea, but she evidently decided to recycle Schmalfeldt’s intentionally dishonest (or, perhaps, delusionally paranoid) version of events at Crooks & Liars:

How Maryland’s Domestic Violence
Laws Became A Right Wing Weapon
Of Personal Destruction

You can click the headline and read it — it’s nearly 3,000 words — but permit me to excerpt just a few choice selections:

Right-wingers have discovered that it is a relatively simple trick to turn a legal process intended to protect those at risk of domestic abuse into a weapon of personal destruction. All that’s needed is a friendly judge, obsessive-compulsive tendencies, a deep mean streak, and time. On one level, this is the story of one man’s experience with vicious right-wing online operatives. On another, it’s representative of the overall right-wing strategy of using scorched-earth tactics to discredit and destroy their opponents. . . .

(In her opening paragraph, Karoli uses “right-wing” three times, which functions to prejudice progressive readers who are willing to believe any evil thing anyone says about right-wingers.)

In 2012, a group of right-wing bloggers decided to go after Brett Kimberlin — a guy with a past ripe for exploitation. . . .

(Which is not what happened, actually. There was no “group” decision, despite the conspiracy theory Kimberlin offers in his federal lawsuit. What happened was that Aaron Walker published a lengthy account of his legal battles with Kimberlin, mentioning also the role of Kimberlin’s “associate” Neal Rauhauser. My previous familiarity with Rauhauser, a disgraced Democrat political operative, caused me to take an interest in the story. Four days after I began writing about this, Kimberlin contacted my wife’s employer, ranting feverishly and accusing me of “harassing” him. This resulted in a security alert at my wife’s place of employment, which led me to depart to the “Undisclosed Location” so that I could continue covering the story without endangering my family or my wife’s employer. This action drew widespread attention, and Lee Stranahan decided to declare the next Friday — May 25, 2012 — “Everybody Blog About Brett Kimberlin Day,” a declaration that resulted in the story gaining national attention. We now return to Karoli’s version of events . . .)

Schmalfeldt wrote stories in Kimberlin’s defense which took dead aim at the Breitbart cabal. In the process, Schmalfeldt became an easy proxy for their real target. Disabled and housebound, Schmalfeldt’s ability to write and speak was his outlet for activism, which he used liberally.
Schmalfeldt wasn’t gentle. In some cases, he stepped outside the boundaries of normal journalistic standards and climbed down in his opponents’ gutter. At other times, he hit them just a little too close to home for their comfort, exposing lies, funding sources and possible motives for their anti-Kimberlin campaign. . . .

OK, I’ll stop with the back-and-forth now. Anyone familiar with the trajectory of Schmalfeldt’s antics clearly recognizes that Karoli Kuns’ telling of the tale is a cloud cuckooland fantasy.

After July 5, 2012 — when a Maryland court lifted a previously imposed gag order on Aaron Walker — the Kimberlin story faded away and would have ceased to be a story at all, were it not for the fact that a discernible Enemies List (including Walker, Patterico, Ali Akbar, Lee Stranahan, Brandon Darby and others) continued to be targeted for a steady stream of harassing tactics. Mostly, this took the form of Twitter stalking, and most of it I suspected was incited or orchestrated by Neal Rauhauser. The question of Rauhauser’s motives, especially whether he was being paid by Kimberlin to mastermind this troll operation, has been much disputed. Nevertheless, Neal’s distinctive fingerprints were visible often enough (mainly because Rauhauser is such an inveterate braggart) that I inferred that the visible incidents were evidence of a vast iceberg of behind-the-scenes activity by Neal.

Such was the case when Barrett Brown began harassing me right before I left to cover the 2012 Democratic convention — provably the result of Rauhauser’s incitement — and, after Brown melted down and was arrested by the FBI, I noticed a steady escalation of harassment directed at me by Bill Schmalfeldt.

Post hoc ergo propter hoc? Well, I’ve never claimed that this was the case. Nevertheless, it is remarkable that after Rauhauser tried (and spectacularly failed) to use Barrett Brown as a weapon against me in September 2012, Bill Schmalfeldt became increasingly obsessed with me in October 2012. For a couple of weeks, I simply ignored Schmalfeldt’s trademark tactics — making lurid accusations and demanding that I respond — because I was busy covering the presidential campaign. But that last weekend before Election Day in Ohio, when Bill was sending me dozens of hostile messages daily, I finally took notice: “Monsters on the Internet: Sociopathic Sadism and Bill Schmalfeldt’s Madness.”

Implicit message: “Don’t mistake my silence for cowardice and don’t imagine that you are deceiving anyone about your motives.”

If Bill wanted to play games with me, he wasn’t going to be able to dictate the rules of the game and, predictably, my refusal to cooperate with his agenda enraged him to the point that, over Thanksgiving weekend 2012, Schmalfeldt sent me more than 200 hostile Twitter messages in the span of 48 hours. His motives were no secret.

Everybody saw what Bill Schmalfeldt was doing, and everybody knew why he was doing it, yet he continued escalating the harassment until, in February 2013, Lee Stranahan got fed up with it. Stranahan flew from Texas to Baltimore to swear out a peace order complaint against Schmalfeldt. John Hoge gave Stranahan a ride from the airport to the courthouse for the purpose, which is how “Destroy John Hoge” became Schmalfeldt’s Prime Directive. Hoge then decided to seek his own peace order against Schmalfeldt, which was granted in June 2013. This court order — in effect, a judicial declaration that Schmalfeldt is guilty of harassment — has been upheld on appeal, and in December 2013 the order was extended another six months.

So now, evidently hoping to generate sympathy for Schmalfeldt, Karoli Kuns has volunteered her, uh, creative abilities on his behalf. John Hoge refutes a few of her falsehoods here, and I noticed a commenter on the Crooks & Liars post employ the phrase “Hoge and McCain and ilk.” Being lumped into an “ilk” pissed me off, so I replied in a comment that I suspect C&L will delete, and which I therefore repeat here:

It is perhaps of no interest to you, but nonetheless relevant, that during this long ordeal that began (for me) nearly two years ago, I have never sued anyone, never sought a peace order against anyone, and never filed criminal charges against anyone.
The facts of this can be ascertained by anyone who cares to investigate. Likewise, any curious person can easily learn that the person who initiated this entire chain of extraordinary events — lawsuits, peace orders, criminal charges, et cetera — was Brett Kimberlin.
People can believe what they want to believe, but this does not change the facts which are, as John Adams said, stubborn things.

Their attempt to re-write history so as to transfer agency — to blame the consequences of their own actions on the innocent people they have wronged — is destined to fail. Nothing enrages the dishonest and evil so much as when honest people refuse to be intimidated. And they shriek as if they had suffered a fatal injury every time readers hit my tip jar.

Fuck you, Bill Schmalfeldt. And fuck you, Karoli Kuns.




 

 


Deranged Cyberstalker Bill Schmalfeldt and His ‘Progressive’ Homophobia

Bill Schmalfeldt ranting, 2011. (Image via Thomas Anderson at Vimeo)

“He’s banned on Daily Kos. He’s banned at the Examiner. He gets angry about being ignored, and erupts in frothing rage. So then people pay Bill the only kind of attention he deserves — pointing out that he’s a brain-damaged troll — at which point he claims victimhood. Then the cycle begins again, and Bill makes new threats . . .”
— Robert Stacy McCain, Oct. 6, 2013

Some things are more predictable than others, and no despicable expression of hate from Bill Schmalfeldt is ever really surprising, but this latest outburst was a complete non sequitur, apropos of nothing.

Signifying nothing except the rancid contents of his own reprobate mind, Schmalfeldt’s weird rant merits no rebuttal, however:

  1. If, by “constant woman-hating” he means my writing about feminism, perhaps Schmalfeldt is simply too dense to comprehend a point I have frequently made, namely that it is not misogyny to disagree with, e.g., Mary Daly;
  2. Schmalfeldt’s attribution of “anti-gay rhetoric” to me, which can be shown to apply more accurately to him, is nevertheless wide of the mark because disagreements over policy or criticism of media bias are not the same as hate;
    and
  3. None of my children have “turned out to be gay,” although it has been said that among Schmalfeldt’s adult children (all of whom are estranged from him) is a lesbian daughter.

Why would Bill Schmalfeldt think it was “progressive” to deride an antagonist as “a simpering, limp-wristed, glory-hole queen” and “a pillow-biting, studded leather collar-wearing bukkake boy“?

Hasn’t he already damaged himself enough with “the Butt Stuff”?

“Who is Bill Schmalfeldt?
“Schmalfelt’s a guy who describes himself as a progressive . . . He leaves no sense of what values he promotes, only of what groups and individuals he hates. There’s only one circumstance when you get a sense that he’s enjoying what he does, that he has a craft or a calling. That’s when he’s describing someone being raped, murdered, or otherwise abused, or when he’s pursuing the families of someone he hates.”

— Ken White, Aug. 6, 2013