.. that a certain someone decided to make a life changing decision.
Bill Schmalfeldt announced he was un-retiring. His Parkinson’s Disease had gone into remission a few weeks after the magistrate in the US District Court of South Carolina had dismissed his federal lawsuit, affectionately dubbed “LOLSuit VIII: Avoiding Contact”, for lack of jurisdiction. At its recurring peak, Parkinson’s Disease prevented him from traveling to Westminster, Maryland, to appear in court despite two orders from the judge. Ultimately, it worked into his favor in that, he couldn’t torpedo his own defense as he had been doing all along.
He announced that he and the future missus (she’s still a future missus in need of dental work) were departing west to pursue a position with the Department of Veteran’s Affairs. Over the next couple of days, he posted his progress on Twitter. He ended up in Albuquerque, New Mexico. A couple of weeks later, it was all for naught as he returned to South Carolina.
The week prior to his departure, he threatened me for my posts regarding his fake Parkinson’s Disease. During the next several months, he’s proven me right. In fact, I hear he has a Montana drivers license right now.
Take note of what he said here in 2018:
Explain what you believe to be the reasons I gave up driving in 2009. Was it because I could NOT drive? Or was it because I noticed the impairment in reaction time and decided, as long as my wife was able to do the driving, that it was best to allow her to do so?
And what he said here in 2012:
As of January 25, 2012, “normal” is not being able to get off the treadmill because my legs refuse to move. Well, that’s not quite accurate. They move. But they’re shaking. My body is bouncing up and down.
My walker is right there by the treadmill. But I can’t make my hands reach out to take it. I can’t let go of the handrails on the treadmill. Gail says something to me. I look at her, but say nothing. That’s because, as of this morning, it’s “normal” for me not to be able to speak when frozen.
Gail is nothing if not a good reader of faces. She came around to the treadmill, took my hand, and that unfroze me enough to grasp the walker. But it wasn’t enough to get me walking. I stood there, bouncing. Gail put her hands over my hands and together we took step after halting step to my desk chair.
I could speak now. But typing was out of the question. So I dictated an e-mail to my neurologist to update him on the latest meaning of the word “normal.” He called me as soon as he was finished with the patient he was seeing.
By then, I was in my recliner. We discussed the situation. Rather, he listened as I stuttered and stammered and started crying. See, that’s “normal” for me now. Big, rough, tough, he-man, former Sailor, former football player, former lots of stuff. When I get emotional or frustrated, I cry. It’s “normal”. And the frustrating thing at the moment is the fact that I cannot string two understandable words together. Me, one of the original broadcasters at XM Satellite Radio with golden pipes and a gift of gab that put food on my family’s table all those years… stammering, babbling, crying.
None of this is for me to explain, but rather him. His Parkinson’s was so bad he could barely walk on a treadmill in 2012. Three years earlier, he gave up driving because he couldn’t trust his instincts. In 2016 he got a driver’s license and a car. He’s been driving ever since. This flies in the face of accepted medical science that Parkinson’s Disease is a progressive neurological disorder. He wasn’t supposed to get better. He did.
A medical miracle!
Sonoran Conservative 
“she’s still, and will always will be, a future missus in need of dental work” FIFY
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So far, so good.
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See, the thing I wonder now is, did he actually play all that out with Gail, and fool her into waiting on his lazy ass, or was she in on the con? Did he really repeatedly shit himself, among other self-inflicted indignities, just so he wouldn’t have to participate in the household chores? Just so he wouldn’t actually have to do anything for a living?
And then he fucked it all up.
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It’s kind of interesting. He claims that he had to fend for himself after she died which is why he got better. That begs the question: How did he recover from his deterioration if it was the result of Parkinson’s Disease? He claimed his legs froze up repeatedly and couldn’t move without assistance, all classic signs of the disease.
Having watched PD slowly take away a loved one’s quality of life, I find it hard to believe he recovered to almost normal. It defies all medical science. And yet, here we are: He’s in Montana where the temps are 30 below and driving, which is a far cry from the article he wrote in 2012.
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Oh, he was quite obviously exaggerating symptoms at an absolute minimum. He was clearly good at it, so much so that he fooled the Vandy doctors into putting wires in his brain. The problem was his choice of a disorder that couldn’t be conclusively proven or disproven, which probably seemed convenient at the time. But when those ever-worsening, never-improving symptoms became inconvenient to maintain, he stopped faking them. He might have gotten away with that, if he wasn’t such a stupid asshole as to not only make people who dislike him -interested-, but also to overshare the details of his life .
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So what you’re saying is, had he died, he’d have pulled off the con? Huh.
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More clearly, I think: If the state of his health had been as he claimed, he certainly would have died, had everything else stayed the same.
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My wife’s grandfather (her mom’s dad) had Stage IV Parkinson’s Disease when I met her. He was bed ridden most of the time. When he did manage to move about, he used a walker and had a nursing attendant hovering over him. He could barely talk, and every movement was jittery and weak. His mind was still pretty sharp (at that point) but his memory had already started to go, and it was painful for my wife to visit him (but she did, gladly, and dragged me alongside her). For about 5 years after we married (so, about 8 years after I first met him), he would be brought home for Christmas, but his state rapidly deteriorated. He was lucid enough to see his great grandson (our oldest), but the second one he was too far gone. At that point, he passed away, but never once did he manage to reverse course with his condition.
Seeing a proud, loving man who worked hard with his hands his entire life reduced to such a condition while a lying shitbag like Schmalfeldt defrauds people and the government enrages me.
Just on the comparison to the two (again, going on his claim to Stage IV), I hold the honest opinion that William Schmalfeldt does not have Parkinson’s.
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Has anyone listened to see if he stutters and stammers on the air while working as a DJ?
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Yes. And no he doesn’t. More proof that he’s been stealing from the taxpayer all these years.
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Some of you may remember my husband Rick. He has now been living with Parkinson’s disease for 30+ years and NOT ONCE in all of that time has he EVER had his symptoms improve. Thankfully his progression has been slow enough that he still has his mental faculties, but he is now almost completely wheelchair bound.
Dumbfuck’s fakery is a slap in the face and completely enrages me.
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