So here I was, disappointed at Krendler for what appeared to be a grossly out-of-line post over on tTMZblog – I was thinking, “this guy must have flipped his lid,” and “what kind of demented, disgusting freak could write something like that.” It appeared to be a deranged attempt at humor, but I didn’t think it was funny, and the Cabin Boy certainly believed he had just been threatened. I was legitimately disappointing in Krendler. Then I saw Jane’s comment, read Ken White’s post (again) and saw the actual author was none other than Cabin Boy himself, and that except for taking a few liberties with the names and other small changes, that Krendler was basically just quoting Cabin Boy… putting the proverbial shoe on the other foot.
That said, I think that post needs a disclaimer. If not for Jane, giving away the source material, I would have labored under a false(?) belief that Krendler is actually demented and sick, like the person who originally authored that.
Also, it should be noted that Cabin Boy’s statement that those words do constitute a threat seems to me to be an admission against interest, seeing as he authored those very words (or at least very similar words) about Frey and White. I have no doubt someone screen capped the admission. Whoopsie poopsie.
Bill Schmalfeldt’s most recent rants are but a taste of what we will see on Friday. It is going to be epic.
My advice to John Hoge is to be sure to bring at least two copies of every document you might wish to enter into the record least Brett Kimberlin attempt to eat the evidence.
One might wonder, but he does admit to it on Twitter, of course stating that while his version was just “satire”, Krender’s is obviously a “DEATH THREAT!!! !!ELEVENTY!!11!1!”.
I understand the pressure Krendler is under, two days away from having his identity revealed, and I understand his inability to have an…
…original thought, but copying a satirical piece I wrote two years ago and using it to threaten BK, @osborneink and @sub_aetha? Good idea?
I think the Berlin School (originator of the Gestalt theory of therapy) collectively adopted Schrodinger’s cat when Erwin Schrödinger passed in 1961. As far as we know, the cat is still either alive or dead as the decay of one atom (as detected by the radiation emitted by that one atom’s decay) has not triggered the smashing of the vial of poison.
Ow, my funny bone.
This is just begging for a good Gefilte fisk…
Ahahahahaaa! lolz!
Good pun.
So here I was, disappointed at Krendler for what appeared to be a grossly out-of-line post over on tTMZblog – I was thinking, “this guy must have flipped his lid,” and “what kind of demented, disgusting freak could write something like that.” It appeared to be a deranged attempt at humor, but I didn’t think it was funny, and the Cabin Boy certainly believed he had just been threatened. I was legitimately disappointing in Krendler. Then I saw Jane’s comment, read Ken White’s post (again) and saw the actual author was none other than Cabin Boy himself, and that except for taking a few liberties with the names and other small changes, that Krendler was basically just quoting Cabin Boy… putting the proverbial shoe on the other foot.
That said, I think that post needs a disclaimer. If not for Jane, giving away the source material, I would have labored under a false(?) belief that Krendler is actually demented and sick, like the person who originally authored that.
Also, it should be noted that Cabin Boy’s statement that those words do constitute a threat seems to me to be an admission against interest, seeing as he authored those very words (or at least very similar words) about Frey and White. I have no doubt someone screen capped the admission. Whoopsie poopsie.
I thought you were going to comment on how relative to this pun, Krendler’s parody seems socially acceptable. 🙂
Interesting reaction to his own kneecapping fable.
Just so you don’t miss it, onlooker, I answered an old question of your over here.
Checking it out, Nil.
Bill Schmalfeldt’s most recent rants are but a taste of what we will see on Friday. It is going to be epic.
My advice to John Hoge is to be sure to bring at least two copies of every document you might wish to enter into the record least Brett Kimberlin attempt to eat the evidence.
And use skunk oil based ink …
Better yet, ipecac and castor oil based ink!!!
He’s like puddy in his hands.
It was a Monkey Dance serenade.
Makes one wonder if Bill Schmalfeldt even remembers writing those words.
One might wonder, but he does admit to it on Twitter, of course stating that while his version was just “satire”, Krender’s is obviously a “DEATH THREAT!!! !!ELEVENTY!!11!1!”.
Assuming he’s right and Hoge will knuckle under during the interrogation at the hearing friday, um, isn’t that three days away?
Basic math. It’s not just for preschoolers anymore.
Was Gestalt the guy with the cat? Or the guy without the cat? I shoulda stayed in college!
I think the Berlin School (originator of the Gestalt theory of therapy) collectively adopted Schrodinger’s cat when Erwin Schrödinger passed in 1961. As far as we know, the cat is still either alive or dead as the decay of one atom (as detected by the radiation emitted by that one atom’s decay) has not triggered the smashing of the vial of poison.
So Werner Heisenberg and Erwin Schrödinger were diving down the road.
Heisenberg was driving.
A cop pulls the duo over. He comes up to the car and asks; “Do you know how fast you were going?”
Heisenberg says; “No, but I know exactly where I am.”
Nonplussed, the cop responds; “You were doing 100 miles an hour!”
Heisenberg cries; “Great. Now we’re lost!”
The cop, furious, orders them out of the car and starts a search. He gets to the trunk and opens it.
“Do you know you have a dead cat in here?”
Schrödinger, exasperated, shouts; “We do now, asshole!”
😀 That joke never gets old … rather like the cat I imagine …
Sorry padre’ but they only adopted teh stripes.
I thought the Gestalt were the Nazi secret police.
No, they were the Gesundheit
Danke’!
That’s the Gazpacho.
Waiter, my gazpacho is cold!
Groucho: “Waiter, what is this fly doing in my soup?”
Waiter: “It looks like a backstroke sir.”
Kermit: Waiter! There’s no fly in my soup.
😀
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PROTECTED!!!!!! Popehat scared him off, EXACTLY as expected!!!!
http://i.imgur.com/UanVPmt.jpg
AND HE’S BACK!!! WHAT DO I WIN!!?!?!?!?
LULZ?
He sounds drunk.
Bwahahahhaha- safe link: http://web.archive.org/web/20150311022744/http://Onlinesrn.blogspot.com
WordPress needs a fat fingers mode. Soz bout the down twinkie.