Here’s what I’ve learned in the past few days while I’ve done a number of blog posts that have corrected the record after months of attacks by Bill Schmalfeldt, a stranger who began to ‘investigate’ me and my family months ago and then began a pattern of crazed harassment against us…
He hasn’t liked me defending myself, not one little bit.
This is not tit-for-tat. This is not payback. This is not a ‘messy relationship.’
I have one and only one relationship with Bill Schmalfeldt ; I am a person that he decided to target. I am a victim of his harassment, as are my wife and children.
That’s it. He is the harasser and I am the harassed.
I have said nothing about Bill Schmalfeldt in the past few days except as it relates to his baseless and relentless attacks on me and my family.
I have not posted about his sex life, lied about his resume, made obscene comments about his wife, posted photos of children, claimed that I’d found photos of his wife with another man, done comedy sketches about him, written about his personal financial history, sought out of his former co-workers or employers or any of the dozens of things he’s been doing to me for months.
I haven’t done those things nor do I ever plan to do those things. Look at that list again. This is what has happened to my family. It’s cost me countless hours. It’s caused stress in a hundred ways. It’s cost me money. It’s kept me from working on projects.
I want my life back.
I want to be able to talk to people on Twitter without having Bill Schmalfeldt or one of his associates jumping into the conversation and lying about me or my wife or my kids. I want to wake up in the morning and not have my wife crying because of the vile lies being told about the loss of our daughter Collette.
I like debate. I like spirited and civil argument. I like the back and forth of discourse.
I am sick of pointless, endless, vile, childish, bullying harassment.
I’m sick of it personally and I’m sick of it for my friends and I’m sick of it for EVERYONE it happens to, no matter what their ideas are.
I’m sick of it and I’m fighting back.