Look at that face. Those eyes! Oh, JESUS! Can you see the MADNESS in those EYES? Oh, Christ! It’s like the last thing a chainsaw murder victim sees in the instant before death. NO WONDER R. Stacy McCain used this as the featured photo in his essay about my particular brand of CRAZY!
Here’s the whole, uncropped picture.
Check the date. June 16, 2007. Three days previously, I had deep brain stimulation surgery as part of a clinical trial at the Vanderbilt University Medical Center in Nashville. Basically, I volunteered for Brain Surgery. So yeah, maybe I am crazy. The idea of the study (which is outlined in my book, “Put On Your Parky Face”) was that deep brain stimulation surgery earlier in Parkinson’s disease might be beneficial, rather than waiting until when a patient is like I am now — feeble, unsteady, older not not as well. Back in 2007, I still walked without a cane. I had only slight symptoms, so I was a perfect candidate for this test. The object of this clinical trial was not to see if it would help me in any way. The entire object of this clinical trial was to see if someone in the early stages of PD could survive the surgery and having the implants. So far, so good.
But R. Stacy McCain needed a scary picture of me to prove his point that I’m crazy. Damn. There are better ones.
This one, for instance. Taken two days later. See, the fluids that gathered in my scalp when my head was opened up were migrating down because, well, gravity does that to fluid. I don’t know why R. Stacy McCain didn’t use this picture.
Or this one, from July 3, when I had the neurotransmitters implanted under each collarbone, the skin behind each ear opened, and the leads connected.
But I guess these wouldn’t help R. Stacy McCain make his point about me being crazy and such. All THESE photos would do is show me to be the kind of person who sacrificed his own body for a procedure that could have killed me, probably didn’t do me all that much good, just to see whether or not — 2o years from now or so — this will be something they can do for people earlier in the progression of their Parkinson’s disease instead of later.
I guess that is why R. Stacy McCain had to crop that picture to just under where the scars begin. That wouldn’t help his narrative, either.
So, what did he write about me? Oh. A pack of lies. Again.
Aaron Walker discussed the most recent evidence that Bill Schmalfeldt is a deranged sadistic sociopath(1), as if more evidence were necessary. But I think people are taking too lightly the menace to public safety posed by this swarm of obsessive Internet cyberstalkers whose persistent harassment has targeted Walker, Lee Stranahan, Patrick “Patterico” Frey, Mike Stack and others.
If you have the stomach to read the vile(2) things Schmalfeldt was Tweeting about Lee Stranahan’s family, you will notice that Schmalfeldt portrays himself as a Courageous Seeker of Truth. This is a common pose — The Last Honest Man! — favored by a certain type of Internet harasser who engages in a Walter Mitty fantasy of being an “investigative journalist,” thinking of himself as exposing the Hidden Evil he attributes to the Sinister Enemies he fanatically pursues.(3)
The Last Honest Man posture is, of course, deeply ironic because Schmalfeldt is habitually dishonest(4) (he got canned by the Examiner for his compulsive lying (5), and he’s persona non grata at Daily K0s (6)) and this is where the factor of psychological projection figures so prominently in the bizarre vindication fantasies of such cyberstalkers: By exposing the Hidden Evil of Sinister Enemies, the cyberstalker seeks to prove himself heroically trustworthy: “See? They are the liars — not me!”(7)
Schmalfeldt’s persistence in directing this kind of anti-social harassment(8) at his chosen scapegoats (he’s been stalking Aaron Walker since June)(9) reveals the insane depths of his obsession(10), because no amount of negative feedback can dissuade him from this behavior(11). He is incapable of restraining his impulses(12). A tendency toward sadism is intrinsic to Schmalfeldt’s disordered personality(13); he uses the Internet as a means to indulge his sick craving to inspire fear in others.(14)
A nice, fictional essay. Let’s discuss a couple points.
(1) He’s a psychologist now? I thought he was just a drunken, rat-toothed former journalist who lives off the largesse of others.
(2) In this case, vile = true.
(3) Tenacity. Important quality in investigative journalism.
(4) Methinks he doth project too much.
(5) I was actually fired for refusing to fill out a background search permission form. For a $300-a-month writing gig? Fuck that!
(6) A bunch of pantywaisted handwringers.
(7) See (4)
(8) We call it “journalism.”
(9) We call it “trying to get a straight answer from a liar.”
(10) See (3)
(11) See (3)
(12) Such as laughing out loud when seeing McCain pretend to know what he’s writing about.
(13) See (4)
And there we go. Dishonesty exposed. From the “let’s take a photo of a man three days after brain surgery and turn it into something sinister” to serial lies that play to the beliefs of his ever decreasing, ever-less-relevant point of view, how can we find R. Stacy McCain to be anything BUT a booze-soaked, hat with nothing in it?
An anachronistic amusement at best.
Sad. He used to be a writer.