Schmalfeldt is retiring (again), but not before attempting to set the record straight, and failing in the same way he always does.
In a last ditch attempt to portray himself both the winner and the victim, Schmalfeldt’s (supposed) final battle ended up with the same sorry results whenever he tries to get the final word: More PLM.
Usually, when someone is hanging it up, they are grateful and humble, recognizing all the people that helped in a successful career, and waves goodbye to all the admirers picked up along the way.
But not our Bill! Nope. He wouldn’t know humble pie from a bowl of slovenian horse manure. In fact, he hardly mentions anyone who helped in towards retirement bliss. Wonder why?
In what is essentially the last gasp reminiscent of the movie 300, where the spirited fighters are determined to take as many of the enemy to the depths of hell in the final battle, Schmalfeldt does something completely different: He steps on his crank, falls on his face, and hilarity ensues.
Over at Hogewash!, John Hoge reports by making a claim about Schmalfeldt’s real disposition. I’m sure it has something to do with work performance. However, Schmalfeldt was not going to let the narrative slip away..
I’m sure you’ll have a chance to tell him in court. You are still suing him, right? How is that going? Do you think maybe calling in a few favors at NIH might help save it from its ultimate, dreary death (and before the PLM really starts?). I’m sure they are standing by to help you.
“Mr. Schmalfeldt, a call from Res Judicata is on the white courtesy phone. Again, Mr. Schmalfeldt, please pick up the white courtesy phone, a call from a Res Judicata.”
All he did was say you were fired from your job. You had plenty of time to prove otherwise. Alas, you didn’t. Sad.
Must irritate you to no end that someone has lived a far better life than you could ever achieve. He still has his house; his ample retirement; a lot of family and friends, both near and far who give him plenty of love and support; dignity and respect among his many peers and acquaintances. These things you do not have.
Oh yes, where have we heard about this retirement before? Last year, perhaps? Weren’t you leaving the last time?
So, what did your battles manage to get you this past year? Let’s take an inventory:
No money. You’re living off the government under the guise of a fake disease. While you certainly receive disability, using that Parkinson’s gig didn’t fare too well, now did it?
No property or wealth. What did happen to that $15,000 insurance settlement when your last wife passed away?
A solid reputation as a webmaster! Want to see some real numbers?
How could the rankings of your website go so low as to not even be ranked in a six month period? Even worse: Your excellent friend charged you with running and managing the website he needs to get his progressive message across! During your tenure, it no longer ranks in the US!
Retired? I suppose with numbers like that, it’s all about the narrative.
Good luck in your retirement. Or as we are so fond of saying..
Until next week.