Bill Schmalfeldt tries to pass himself off as a journalist. Back in 2013, he joined the Society of Professional Journalists, apparently in an attempt bolster his claim in his appeal of the first peace order issued against that he really, truly was a working journalist and that the mean, nasty peace order infringed his First Amendment rights. Of course, his bragging about being a member of that society prompted some pointage, laughery, and mockification, beginning with this post about Professionalism from five years ago today.
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Bill Schmalfeldt is bragging that he’s now a member of the Society of Professional Journalists. I presume that means that he went to our website, ticked the right boxes on the online form, and paid his $75 dues.
UPDATE—Apparently, the Cabin Boy has his panties in a knot because I’m a member of SPJ.A [redacted] fraud? Oh, come now! I presume that we were both are currently qualified for membership under the same standards, and I’m at a loss to understand why the date I joined (or rejoined, as the case may be) is of any relevance to qualification for membership. Basically, anyone who will say that he spends half-time or more doing something related to “journalism,” who is retired from doing such work, or who is studying to do such work and who pays the appropriate dues may be a member. There’s no background check or letters of recommendation required.
I was a working journalist doing broadcast news before Bill Schmalfeldt got to high school. I’m doing it again (part time) as a blogger. In between, I’ve had a career as a soldier, an engineer, and a businessman.
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One of the reasons that Team Kimberlin’s various schemes fail it that the lies they tell to support them are so transparent. Later in the day, five years ago today, I wound up posting about the Forgery the Cabin Boy™ published to try to keep his whining narrative alive.
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His image has some interesting properties. For example, it’s exactly the same dimension (450 X 572 pixels) as this image I published.There are also some differences. Take a look at the Join Date shown on the Cabin Boy’s version. Now, look at the redaction bar for the same information in mine. The reason the bar is so long on mine is that the date and time were shown when I screen capped the information. If Schmalfeldt had removed the redaction bar from mine, the time stamp should be visible.
Also, the numbers shown for the Join Date on the Cabin Boy’s version are slightly larger than those shown on the Birth Date line. It’s almost is if someone pasted a large white rectangle over my redaction bar and then typed in a date with almost, but not quite, the right size font.
BTW, no one would have access to the my membership maintenance page without my username and password. That’s one of the reasons why the last part of my username is obscured.
UPDATE—One commenter asks why the Join Date isn’t in a box. It isn’t a changeable item on the form so it doesn’t have a data entry box.
Speaking of boxes, here are the Birth Date and Join Date from the Cabin Boy’s version with the small box superimposed around them. Note that the slash marks for the Birth Date do not extend the full height of the box, but those for the Join Date do. Close inspection will also show that the numerals are of different height as well.
UPDATE 2—The Gentle Reader will kindly note that I have not said that the Cabin Boy made any representation that the image he posted was of my actual information. I very carefully quoted him by reproducing his tweet. Still, the question remains—is what he posted a forgery?
UPDATE 3—The Cabin Boy says that his personal blog posts and tweets aren’t “journalism.” That’s probably what he thinks is the loophole that gets around this part of the Society of Professional Journalists Code of Ethics with respect to that modified image:
Journalists should: … Never distort the content of news photos or video.
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None of this did anything to help the Cabin Boy’s™ appeal. The Court of Appeals denied his petition, and the Circuit Court denied his motion to amend the order and eventually renewed it for an additional six months. It was a completely wasted effort—except as a source of pointage, laughery, and mockification.
Dealing with the Cabin Boy™ has often been a battle of wits with an unarmed man.