R.S. McCain has been putting the career of Bill Schmalfeldt into proper perspective over at The Other McCain and it felt it was time to highlight another aspect of Schmalfeldt’s work and personality.
Bill Schmalfeldt is disgusting.
That sounds like a petty insult. It’s not. In the case of Mr. Schmalfeldt, it’s true and very specific. He is intentionally sickeningly repulsive and his writings show a sexual obsession that is profoundly disturbing.
I’m not a prude. I’m not easily offended. This isn’t even a liberal / conservative thing. Bill Schmalfeldt actually managed to offend the readers at the Daily Kos so much that he was essentially run off the website back in May of this year in an article entitled The REAL Conservative Case Against Gay Marriage.
Here’s just one paragraph from that article. Welcome to the mind of Bill Schmalfeldt.
Heck, if you’re a man and you’re honest with yourself, you LIKE being on the “doling it out”end of anal sex. How many heterosexual men reading this diary right now have never asked their wife or girlfriend to just take a deep breath, relax, “I’ll just put in the tip and we’ll see how it goes,” and then you ram it home like Captain Kidd jamming his sword back into his scabbard while she hollers “takeitouttakeitouttakeitout” and you tell her to just relax and it won’t hurt so bad and she starts kicking and screaming “takeitOUTtakeitOUTtakeitOUT youfuckingbastardpieceofshit“ and you finally do (because the walls are thin and your neighbors just LOVE calling the cops) and you tell her she should have at least given herself a chance to relax and enjoy it and she (if she’s your wife) doesn’t let you anywhere near her with “that thing” for weeks and if she’s your girlfriend she stops returning your calls?
I challenge you to read the whole thing. I’m serious. I triple dog DARE you to try and make it through his article. It’s like one of those restaurant food challenges where they dare you to eat a 144 oz steak or something, except in this case the steak is rancid and was sautéed in monkey poop. Here’s the link again, Pilgrim. Go see what I mean.