Wittgenfeld’s happy dance
I know we haven’t talked about Dumbass Dallas Wittgenfeld in months, but somehow he’s aligned himself with Paul Wickre (I wonder how those retards find each other) and he thinks that somehow because we successfully beat back another challenge to our First Amendment rights, it means that we’re beaten. He thinks that because we asked for donations (only the second time in our nearly seven year history) that we’re in dire straits. This is the caption to the picture he posted above;
New fund raiser tee shirts are how the Stolen Valor Vultures plan to fund their new Rackspace $499.oo a month server ISP. Rackspace is infamous as to the “ONE DAY LATE” on the payment and your bookselling server is TOAST immediately…. no suck, suck, suck….only BYE BYE…!
This is my rendition of a fundraising tee shirt I would like to purchase from the T.A.H. cartoon characters. . I’d pay $25.oo for this Heckle (Seavey) & Jeckle (Lilyea) omen-shirt to their futures.
Well, Dallas, your dreams have come true. Frankie, the fellow whose photo you stole and claimed it as your own, is making those t-shirts and we’ve accepted your offer – you can send us the $499 that you think we pay monthly for internet access and we’ll send you the T-shirt. My lawyer told me that your little caption constitutes a contract, so sending us the price of the T-shirt is not an option for you. I’ll be watching my mailbox.
You stolen valor shitbirds, and their enablers need to understand that we aren’t going away. Your empty threats are like water off a duck’s back. The only way to get us off your pale, pimpled asses is to not be a liar in the first place.
I read JAGC’s comment yesterday and agree with it all, but he forgot to say “like everyone else”. The cowards send their friends and family to the blog to defend their illegal and immoral behavior. You can scroll through nearly every stolen valor post and see where someone’s wife/girlfriend/sockpuppet comes to call us liars and to attack us on totally irrelevant bullshit rather than deal with the liar himself. It’s a typical reaction to discovering a sociopath in their midst. Wickre *wants* to know a SEAL, even if he’s a phony SEAL. It makes him feel like a bigger deal, especially since Wickre has never accomplished anything worthwhile in his life, other than accumulating a number of arrests in the State of Maryland.
Category: Phony soldiers, Shitbags
And he STEPPED on his own balls!!!!
This is my personal favorite, because it was his last post last night at #191 above, as ‘fear uncertainty and doubt’.
He has now let us know, in no uncertain terms, that he has us EXACTLY where WE want him.
(Walks away laughing self silly.)
Hey, paul k wickre a/k/a the wickre man – you’re FAMOUS in my country club!!! Famous, I tell you!
Old Dog, I finally figured out what a PTSD ICE is.
It’s a pineapple, tangerine, strawberry drink with ice. Probably like a frozen daiquiri or something.
Talk about a Freudian slip — psul’s letting us know that he not only drinks cheap drinks, he’s a pussy when it comes to real booze.
Whatever happened to a beer and a chaser?
“I never called Lilyeas wife or sister, posted your SSN, or put your PII on line, or anything else. Try and prove it in a court of Law.”
I guess #187 has never heard of phone record nor screen shot.
Precisely, Twist. Paul K. Wickre does not seem to remember his own words. Anything deleted will ultimately be saved on the server as having been posted in the first place. Also, knowing the good military-minded (and legal-minded) gentlemen (I use the term loosely) that run this blog, they would have screenshot records of everything posted along with the IP address of where it came from. Not to mention, phone records and other sophisticated things.
@204.
Do not forget that Phildo and Paul (of the Ballsack) are law enforcement officers (FBI and Brevard County Sheriffs department). They can triangulate you to 50 feet and know where you live.
This is becoming a common tactic. Those messages are great. Curious as to how they will react to voice recognition software? If one even needs it.
Probably not so well as I believe it is illegal to leave messages and threats stating you are an LEO when you are not.
I thought telling people you’re a cop when you aren’t is a felony? It is here. But not in Florida?
“You get these items down tomorrow , or I will see that the legal erosion, defense, cost, claims, investigation, follow up, press, telephone time, eat you alive as they will as a matter of process”
You see, this is his real intent. It’s not that he actually has a case, it is simply to bully us into silence. He’s trying to make it cost an arm and a leg. Guess what Psul, bullies never win. If I have to sell a kidney on the street I will raise the money to fight you.
Hell TSO I’ll contribute to the TAH legal fund if need be.
Oh lookie here, this is from June this
year,,,http://www.omnimgt.com/cmsvol/cmsdocs/pub_46535/403608_961.pdf
You know, psulie-o the uncoolie-o is going to downright dimwitted if he even tries to follow up on his threats, especially when his 2011 memo to his old boss – Phildo – gets into the public eye.
“The minute the Presidents Executive order on VA incompetence, reaches enactment, I will be the first witness on the stand as to your PTSD ICE addled aggressive VETS”
It will be nice when the VA’s incompetence is actually presidentially directed as opposed to the stumbling undirected version we are currently experiencing.
Pauk K Wickre said:
“I have sent you the corrected record of 5 arrests in a FAILED MARRIAGE ( emphasis is mine) and common assault and resisting going back some 7 to 16 years.
So you finally let it slip. Betting you are estranged, just married on paper only. That would explain several things.
Your “wife” has never came on here or contacted anyone, due to her not knowing what you are doing or just knowing it’s useless because you are a train wreck.
She is keeping her hands clean by not entering a fray that is totally yours. Very commendable on her part.
Just like the lawyers, European cousins, Law Enforcement Friends. computer wizards and friends in high society your “wife” is a figment of your alcohol addled mind.
I actually feel sorry for her. I can’t imagine anyone living with that alcoholic blowhard bully.
Another thing. It would seem that anyone with nearly the pull and social status as Paul K Wickre claims would have at least ONE real friend come on here and speak on his behalf.
He just has sock puppets.
“Luckily, my wife and I and parentage are from the area with deep roots. We have the money, connections, lawyers and access to the governing bodies to correct your untrue, filthy aspersions, incorrect facts, and moreover will seek damages for every evil word your members denigrated us with, specifically you and your registered blog owners as parties responsible”
He has the money for Lawyers? H’mmmmm, so that is why he got a real estate attorney to represent him? Sure, Pauli Boi, everyone who is as blueblooded and elite as you claim to be, are that damned dumb.
“Evil words”???? Did anyone see any actual evil words?
I didn’t, but then, I tend to skim over text that is incomprehensible, semi-literate, illiterate, and misspelled, rather than waste my life trying to winkle out the meaning of it. I might have missed an actual evil word.
@214. His words ARE evil. They’re an affront to the English language and rules of grammar/usage
@215 – Well, there IS that.
Did anyone else catch this:
Docket Date: 08/27/2002 Docket Number: 39
Docket Description: ORDER, ADVISING PAROLE AND PROBATION
Docket Type: Docket
Ruling Judge: WOODWARD, PATRICK L
Docket Text: ORDER OF COURT (WOODWARD, J.) ADVISING PAROLE AND PROBATION FORWARD A COPY OF THE POLICE REPORT TO WHITE FLINT RECOVERY AND DR. POLAKOFF AND REQUEST A STATUS REPORT ON THE DEFENDANT AND HIS TREATMENT PROGRESS, ENTERED. (COPIES MAILED)
If you Google White Flint Recovery, you’ll find that it’s drug and alcohol recovery facility. Color me shocked.
He says:
“Luckily, my wife and I and parentage are from the area with deep roots. We have the money, connections, lawyers and access to the governing bodies to correct your untrue, filthy aspersions, incorrect facts, and moreover will seek damages for every evil word your members denigrated us with, specifically you and your registered blog owners as parties responsible.”
I say:
What the fu*k are trying to say? If you have money, connections, lawyers and access to the governing bodies … you would not be attempting to communicate in this manner.
In fact, people with 1/8 (I am being generous for you) of a brain or more and those with “money, connections, lawyers and access to the governing bodies” they would NEVER communicate in the manner that you do.
So I will break down your paragraph above to reflect reality:
“Luckily, my wife (cousin) and I (brain damaged) and parentage (first cousins) are from the area (trailor park) with deep roots (trailor park full of cousins). We have the money (investment in Elvis collectable plates), connections (cousins on FaceBook), lawyers (we watch Law and Order) and access to the governing bodies (we know a guy on the Board of Directors of the local 4 wheein’ club) to correct your untrue (true), filthy aspersions (not so much), incorrect facts (all true), and moreover will seek damages for every evil (The Devil Made Me Do It) word your members denigrated us with, specifically you (yeah …you in the puter box) and your registered blog owners (the other people in the puter box) as parties responsible.”
Good catch, Bobo. I saw that when perusing publicly available Maryland Court Records, but didn’t think to Google either the facility or the doctor.
Color me shocked, too.
@217. IS that for Witless or Psul?
MCPO: hey, Wickre’s family truly does hail from “the area with deep roots” – at least on one side. I’ll explain.
As I recall, one side of Psul’s family is from central Texas – the Dallas/Fort Worth area, I think. Starting a bit east of there, the flora begins to transition to largely grassland (or, farther west, arid scrub) dotted with mesquite trees, prickly pear, yucca, and other arid region flora. Trees more common in the east (pine, cottonwood, etc . . . ) are found generally only along streams – or, in the extreme west, at higher altitudes.
Mesquite trees are well adapted for arid climates. They grow small above ground at first – but their roots go deep, and keep on going. In fact, they put most of their energy into growing a tap root – which keeps growing downward until it reaches a stable and perennial source of underground water, usually the underground water table. Mesquite tap roots up to 190 feet deep have been recorded (no, that’s not a typo – I really did mean 190 freaking feet). Once they’ve done that, they’ll start growing more rapidly above ground.
One side of Psul’s family thus does come from “the area with deep roots.” That might be one of the few unarguably true statements he’s made in comments here.
Paul’s Maternal roots are in Texas and in the South. He had a few with a bit of acreage and slaves. One Ancestor left Alabama and joined a union Cav unit from Tenn. He was captured and after the war he never returned home, He did ok for himself, met, married then adandoned his wife, in so much when she died of cancer her children had to bury her in a paupers Grave.
The Wickres do not have deep roots at all. They came here and quickly showed their true colors by defrauding the State of South Dakota’s welfare department out of money for housing, which they had to pay back. There is no record if Elias K Wickre turned to drink or had a mental breakdown after his failure, like Paul Wickre the elder did in the 1950s.
Can’t make this up!
For those of you nominating Paul Wickre for the job of Sperm Collector, I have to disagree. The reason? It’s only a rumor, but i heard he once had a job at a Sperm Bank, but he got fired for drinking on the job!!
@224
But he’s got so many years of experience at it…
Hondo and Bobo, I am neither shocked nor surprised. The rapid deterioration in wickre’s ruminations and attempts to communicate late into the night indicate a rising level of intoxication with some kind of quickly-metabolized substance. Alcohol is the quickest and most easily digested as it is a fermented sugar that goes directly to the bloodstream.
That’s why you may feel the effect of tossing back a shot of Jim Beam faster than you feel the effect of drinking a mug of beer, even if the beer comes ahead of the chaser.
The other thing about alcohol is that it has this odd quality that allows the intoxicated user to continue on a 3-day drunk even if he’s come back from shore leave, simply by downing some cold water at the scuttlebutt.
I did not believe this when PH1 Robert Howe told me about it, until I did test it myself, and found it to be true. I do not recommend getting crocked on sloe gin and 7-Up to test this possibility.
That is all.
@#226:
Sloe Gin, Ewwwwwww, this young 19 year old did that kind of drunk, back just after Jump School. Lordy was I sick. Puked till it ran in the gutter in downtown Hopkinsville. 45 years later, I smelled some Sloe Gin on a girls breath, identified it immediately, and nearly got sick just from the memories.
I do not recommend getting crocked on sloe gin and 7-Up to test this possibility.
When I was 16, I had a night of Bacardi 151 and Cherry 7-Up. At least I think I did. I can only surmise I was abducted by aliens and suffered from what they call “Missing Time”, because I don’t remember a damn thing past around 2100 until about 0800 or so the next day.
Damn aliens.
Nik: the only time I ever have had a “blank” for a few hours (not as long as yours) also involved Bacardi 151 – in my case, mixed with Coke.
Scared the living shit out of me when I’d sobered up the next day and thought about what had happened – and what could have happened but for the grace of God and some good folks looking out for me.
Both 151 rum and Sloe Gin are each incredibly dangerous. With either, you are drinking WAY more than you realize. The former tastes identical to regular rum when mixed, but is almost 2x as strong. And sloe gin doesn’t taste to me like anything alcoholic to begin with – but is about 25% alcohol by volume.
Easy as hell to get trashed beyond belief drinking either. Learned my lesson about both with that one scare.
Sloe gin and 7-UP tasted like fruit punch. The emphasis is on ‘punch’ – like a battering ram. I cannot abide the taste or smell of fruit punch, even though that was a very long time ago.
Nik and Hondo – thanks for reminding me of the bad experience I had in college with 151 and Coke. No, really. I mean it.
I still, to this day, can’t drink Cherry 7-Up. I’m probably lucky I didn’t end up a very young corpse, but I too learned a valuable lesson.
Same here regarding the lesson and being lucky as hell.
The experience didn’t sour me on rum and coke; I can still drink it – not my preferred drink, but I can still enjoy it. But I damn well make sure I know what type of rum is being used, and how much. (smile)
I didn’t black out – I just got really sick. It was a long time before I could drink anything with rum in it, even normal strength. My wife and I visited Puerto Rico not long ago and enjoyed touring the Bacardi distillery, though, complete with generous samples (80-proof only).
Ex-PH2: if it was a 50/50 mix, the result was something about 12% or 13% alcohol by volume – equivalent to most good wines. A couple of largish glasses and you’d had the equivalent of a bottle of wine.
Worst hangover I ever had (only ever ended up with a few) was with fortified wine – sherry. That stuff is also dangerous; it’s anywhere from 18% to 21% alcohol by volume – roughly 2x the strength of most wines. And it’s also both sweet and good. And dark.
I ended up drinking probably a full bottle plus – or probably the equivalent of two full bottles of wine. NOT recommended.
Dark wines will give you the worst hangover you’ve ever had. The next day was . . . no fun at all.
Once again Paul is reminding me of a small child throwing a temper tantrum. He asked Mommie (Jonn) for something and got swatted for it then he went to Daddy (TSO) and was also told No and spanked in front of all his friends(us)for asking again. So now he’s throwing a conniption fit. He’s trying to bully and act tough to his “friends” since they witnessed him getting his ass handed to him.
Nik – I too feel as if I have been “alien abducted” before. I went on a Bike Run for a former Soldier and we stopped at every one of his favorite bars between Kissimmee and Titusville. Aliens got me somewhere near the grave site and I lost 30 hours. I had a lot of fun though, so I was told.
@236
Aliens got me somewhere near the grave site and I lost 30 hours.
Valk, that story right there…that makes you welcome to any party longboat I commandeer.
The way Paul K Wickre acts and posts on here leads me to believe he’s a functioning Alcoholic, that is in the last stages before he loses the functioning part.
His post have a wide variety in their spelling, grammar and coherence.
Anyone who does any extensive amount of late night research or writing will notice the number of errors increase the more fatigue sets in. All you have to do is write until the wee hours of the morning then edit it the next day. The effects of prescription medications and sleep aids multiply the factor several times.
If one looks at post made by Paul K Wickre at a normal hour then one where he has had an opportunity to tip a bottle the difference is astounding.
We are watching an alcoholic crash and burn.
Nik – I’ll bring the Tequila!
Nik – I’ll bring the Tequila!
That’s the spirit!
See what I did there?
OK, OK, OK! First off, after my unpleasant experience with sloe gin/7-Up, I resorted to Scotch and Coke (don’t do it, it’s an insult to Scotch), and then went to vodka and tonic with lime. No cute names like pink squirrel, rusty nail, fuzzy navel, rum punch, or sour pussy. Just Smirnoff or Stoli and tonic with lime. Period. Never had a headache or a hangover, but I did manage to get some time in the back seat of this Marine’s car – he was from Quantico – and….
Oh, never mind. The moon was bright and he was a great kisser.
Where was I? Oh, yeah. Wine, however, especially the reds, gives me a nasty hangover if I have more than half a glass, which is probably because of the sulfites in them.
And I made the mistake of buying a bottle of 100 proof Jamaican rum, which is 50% alcohol, and needs to be cut considerably if you’re going to use it in anything at all, and tried to make a strawberry dairquiri with the rum, frozen strawberries and some ice and nearly returned my dinner to its point of origin.
I won some drinking contests at Great Lakes, too, but I always gave the dolphins back to the sub sailors.
Ex-, you’re welcome on my party longboat too!
Thank you, Nik. Sent you an e-mail. You’ll find the VERY lecture interesting.
Grrr! I meant ‘You’ll find the lecture VERY interesting.’
Hey, dumbass witless-and-wandering, I wrote this up and posted it on Sept. 5, 2012, when you were outed as being expelled by the SFA for your looney-tune stuff and blatant lying.
Sept. 5, 2012
Some Enchanted Evening keeps rolling around in my head, so here goes:
Some god-awful evening
You will hear a blowhard
You will hear a blowhard
Drowning himself in booze
And you’ll understand
That Fate’s heavy hand
Has smacked down his phony
Baloney at last.
It was the best I could do on the spur of the moment.
And just so you know, I have much more full-time active duty than you did. Kiss-kiss!!
Twit.
@229.
That is when folks wake up and look for Jesus on the Cheerios box.
I just look for Paul’s resemblance(s) (of the Ballsack) in the toilet.
Hey ex, stop busting on us bubbleheads! I’m sure that they only let you think that you won the drinking contests. We tend to be very gentlemanly that way. The next thing you know, you’ll be busting on the Infantry!
I had a bad tequila night in college. Woke up the next day with a fat lip and blood on my shirt. Seems I decided to kick a PAC-10 defensive lineman’s ass.
I didn’t.
He went on to play for the Vikings.
Nice guy, for not killing me.
I made the mistake of getting a little too eager to liberate my dad’s Black Velvet and Sprite. One weekend at the lake I had so much I knocked over the BBQ grill…then stepped in the coals. I knew I was REALLY in trouble when it didn’t hurt. But my head sure did the next day. Never touched the stuff again and to the day he died my dad ragged my ass about it. Still churns my stomach to smell it.
Hey Bobo…at least we HAVE warfare pins to drink…(smile)