Culture War

This is the world I come from.

The author is far younger than I am. She came along after I’d already begun the process of leaving.

And I have a couple of slight quibbles with what she says.

Through these programs we learned how to argue effectively. As students, we were taught critical thinking skills but given only a narrow view of what was acceptable to argue for. We were, after all, being trained to take over the country for Christ, literally. We knew how to perform logical gymnastics about abortion, Christianity and any evangelical talking point you could throw at us.

They were not taught critical thinking skills.  Not. Critical thinking skills involve being able to look at all sides of a position. To do that, you first have to recognize that there might well be more than two sides, maybe more than three or four. You have to be able to understand the opposition, not just out-argue them.

These folks don’t have that skill.

I know they don’t because I didn’t.  I was never taught it. In fact, I was inoculated against it.  Even attempting to understand another viewpoint was seen as “compromise” and was evil.

We impressed every government official and staff member with our questions, earnesty [sic] and demeanor. In short, we were sneaky and polite Trojan horses; we had an agenda. Yes, even as 15-year-olds. It was forcefully handed to us by the adults in our lives who had been preparing for this since before we were born.

My generation, too, did this. We were encouraged into political activism with the rise of Jerry Falwell’s Moral Majority (which was neither moral nor a majority).

And I knew Mike Farris way back before he started Generation Joshua. I remember reading some of the stuff from HSLDA, though, and getting a glimmer of what he envisioned.  He has actually failed absymally, in spite of the election of that moron in the White House.

Progressive culture has made great strides in my lifetime. It’s going to be difficult to tell LGBTQ people to get back in the closet, to dissolve their marriages, to tell women that exercising reproductive choice is evil and that their duty is to have babies.

Farris and company want to turn the clock back, and doing that is almost impossible.

The problem this subculture has is numerical.

They know this.  They don’t have the people.

So they attempt to breed them.  Make babies. Adopt babies.  Lots of kids = good. Few/no kids = not God’s will so you’re selfish and evil.

But they have not been as successful in keeping the babies in the fold as they have been at having them.

And therein lies hope.

However, and this is a big deal, I do not agree with her that Pence is seen as the Messiah.

This might be true among the faithful, but the faithful is a shrinking group.  As these fundigelicals quit going to church, they typically don’t abandon “God.”  I didn’t for a long, long time.  I understand why they don’t.  It’s part habit, part deep-seated indoctrination, and part fear. Instead, they abandon the organized church and bring their horrible “God” with them.

What they do seem to do is become more racist and nationalistic, just like the awful “God” they continue to embrace, which is the core problem that gave us the moron in the White House.

And therein lies horror.


I found this piece to be interesting, from Richard Dawkins, reporting on a study done about the prevalence of atheism in America.  However, I thought the description of exactly how they did the study confusing, so I went and read the report itself and it was actually pretty brilliant.  It was also done by a couple of psychology profs at the University of Kentucky.

Maybe there are more of me out there.

More Pressure

I left off yesterday with canning, specifically pressure canning.

My canners are described in the manuals that accompany them as “pressure cooker/canners,” so I was always aware that pressure cooking was a possibility. And I did exactly that when it came to dried beans.


As you can see, we like beans. They store like that (or rather, in airtight containers) for quite some time, so the only reason to can them is for convenience.  Rather than cooking one pot of beans for a long time on the stove, I could do 7 quart jars at one time and be done with it.


But this is what changed everything for me.

Fresh eggs are great.  They are marvelous until you want to hard cook them. Then they do this.


Not only do they look terrible for deviled eggs, but you end up tossing part of the egg that is stuck to the shell so even if you’re going to chop them up, the whole thing is wasteful.

This drove me crazy.

It drives a lot of people crazy, it seems, since you can Google it and find all sorts of articles explaining how to hard cook eggs the “right” way.  The “right” way, if you’re going to hard cook them on the stove without pressure, is simply to wait until they are as old as I am.  Then they will shed their shells without a single bit of swearing on your part.

One day, I read something about hard-cooking eggs in a pressure cooker and how that solved the problem. I got out my trusty little precious baby All-American canner, put a trivet in it along with some water, and pressure cooked a few very fresh eggs, and became a believer.

Canners are heavy, though.  It’s a pain to get one out just for everyday cooking, even my beautiful baby All-American, so I bought yet another pressure cooker.


Hell, it was about $35.  It’s a Presto, like my big canners.  It’s light and handy.  And it has cooked a boat load of eggs.

I also realized that it does a magnificent job with dried beans.

And pot roast.

And chicken.

And then one day, I got an idea. [It seems that this wasn’t exactly an idea that only occurred to me, since lots of other people got the same idea, but I came up with it independently.]

It takes three minutes, in that pot, to hard cook eggs.  One day I realized that it also takes about three minutes to cook cut-up potatoes.

So, I put the potatoes in the pot, along with some water (you have to have water to create steam or you’ll have no pressure), and then I put about five eggs right on top of the potatoes.  Three minutes.

It isn’t really three minutes because the cooker has to bring the water to a boil, the steam has to build up to the point that the pressure begins to mount, it has to reach the appropriate pressure, and then the three minutes starts, and then it takes a couple of minutes to bring down the pressure afterwards.  It’s actually more like 10 minutes.

But during that time, I chopped up  onion and celery, mixed in mayonnaise and some relish and some spices and salt and pepper, in a large bowl.

When the cooker was done, I put the eggs and potatoes in a colander and ran cold water over them, chopped the eggs, tossed it all in the bowl and I had potato salad in less than thirty minutes start to finish.

Call me happy. We like potato salad.

I was a pressure cooking person.  I began to use that thing several times a week, sometimes daily.

And then I noticed that people were talking about this.


That’s an Instant Pot.  It’s actually my Instant Pot.

To say that I was resistant to the idea of this thing is an understatement.  At first I was really skeptical. I’m not terribly fond of having multiple small electrical appliances all over my very small kitchen where counter space is precious.

After all, I have five pressure canners and a pressure cooker. What in the hell do I need with yet another one?  Surely I can do anything in my little Presto pressure cooker right on the stove that can be done in that Instant Pot?  Right?


For one thing, the Instant Pot (at least my model – I have the DUO60 7-in-1)) has a cycle that makes yogurt.

I have made yogurt for years. After all, we have a cow.  If it’s made from milk, I’ve pretty much made it or at least thought about making it.

Making yogurt requires three things (beyond milk). You have to heat the milk to 180 degrees, cool it down to 110 or so before adding the culture, and then incubate it for several hours at that warm temperature.

I made it by heating the milk on the stove using a cheese thermometer, cooling it, stirring in the culture and then putting it in quart mason jars, and incubating it in a small cooler with about three inches of hot water in the bottom.  After about three hours, I’d add some more hot water to the cooler and incubate it some more.

It worked fine.

But it was fiddly.  I had to mess with it all day long.

The Instant Pot does it all for me in one pot. The only thing I have to do is take out the inner pot, cool the milk, stir in the culture and put it back in the device and set the culture time.  It keeps track of the time and temperature for me.

After it’s done, I put the resultant yogurt in a nut bag to drain off some of the whey and it’s the best yogurt I have ever made.  Absolutely the best.  I suspect it’s because the pot keeps the incubation temperature far more stable than my cooler did.

But beyond that, the Instant Pot makes pressure cooking simple.  When I use the pressure cooker on the stove, I have to monitor it.  I have to set the heat to high, wait for the pressure to build, set a timer for the required cooking time, reduce the heat so it doesn’t overpressure, and then come get it when it’s done. The Instant Pot does all that for me.  Set it and forget it.  It not only beeps nicely when it’s done, but then it keeps the food at a safe hot temperature practically forever and monitors how long it has been done.

This means that I can start dinner two hours before dinner time, and just keep it on hold until Dave comes home, or until he comes in from outside, or until I finish whatever I’m doing.  It means that I can put frozen food in the pot, set a timer telling the pot how long to cook it and when I want it done and it will do as it is told.

I have cooked chicken and beef and lamb  and pork in it.  It makes excellent rice and I don’t have to watch it to make sure it doesn’t stick.  Furthermore, I can put chicken or beef in the bottom of the pot, add a stainless steel trivet on legs, then put a small stainless steel bowl on the trivet with rice and water in it and cook the whole meal.

I’ve made soup in it. It’s no different than making soup in a pot on the stove except that it’s done in a few minutes instead of a few hours without any help.

And of course, it cooks dried beans and eggs just as well as the little Presto does.

I know the Instant Pot is a bit of a fad right now.  That’s another reason I was skeptical and resistant for so long. But sometimes products become wildly popular because they work, and this is one of those times. A lot of people are afraid of pressure cookers, and the Instant Pot takes all the fear away.

I wasn’t one of those fearful folks, but I sure appreciate the time it saves me.  Now if they would add a deep fat fryer function. . .

There are more websites and blogs about the Instant Pot than you can imagine, and lots of Facebook groups and Youtube videos.

The best I’ve found are:

Hip Pressure Cooking Ignore the nutritional “information” and just know that the recipes have been tested and the times are pretty accurate.

This Old Gal, which is probably my favorite.

And on Facebook, the Instant Pot group is pretty much the best I’ve found.

And I’m eyeing sous vide.  It’s tempting, but I haven’t succumbed yet.


Dave and I moved from Greenville, SC to Southern Pines, NC  within a year or so after we got married. We lived in a rented house.

small house

Right there.

Dave and a friend found a farmer who agreed to let us use some space in one of his fields for a couple of gardens.

I’d never grown so much as a tomato plant in my life. Dave’s stepfather had always had a garden, and Dave had “helped,” but he knew next to nothing as well.  So the total amateurs planted a garden.

One day, my mother was visiting from South Carolina and we went to the garden. She explained to me, gently, without laughing, that our green beans were ready to pick. We did that, and then she took me to a store and bought me my first pressure canner.

This is not the canner, but it’s a photo of one identical to it. [Mine is down in the basement and I’d have to fish it out to photograph it.]

Yes, I still have mine.  It’s now more than 45 years old.  Everything you can possibly replaced on it, including the gauge and all the handles, has been replaced.

Here’s how it works.


See the stem that I’ve marked with a red arrow?  That’s where the weight goes.

Here’s what the weight looks like.


Inside the canner, there is a metal rack.  To use the canner, you put some water (about 2 quarts ) in the canner, along with the rack and then the mason jars filled with food and with their lids on finger tight (but not overly so).

The lid is placed on the canner and locks into position. The burner is put on high and the water in the canner begins to boil, which creates steam. The steam begins to come out of the stem (red arrow) in a stream. I allow that steam to escape for about 10 minutes.

This is called “exhausting” the canner.  It removes a lot of the air in there. As air heats, it expands, and it needs some place to go.  If you forget to “exhaust” the canner, it is quite possible that the jars will break.

After that ten-minute exhaust, the weight is put on the stem, effectively stopping the escape of the steam.  Pressure begins to build in the canner, and you can see it do so on the gauge (yellow arrow).  When the pressure reaches the limit of what the weight will stop (in most canning situations, that is 10 pounds of pressure, but it can vary depending on elevation above sea level), the weight will begin to rock slightly, releasing a tiny bit of steam with each movement.

At that point, you reduce the heat until the rocking is steady and start to count the time.

The green arrow is pointing to the emergency overpressure plug. If for some reason, everything goes to hell and the pressure continues to rise, the canner will not explode.  Instead that little overpressure plug will fly out and steam and pressure and probably your food will escape through the hole there.

I have never experienced that particular pleasure.

Once the required time has elapsed, you turn off the heat and wait.  The canner’s pressure will come down gradually as it cools.  When it has reduced to zero, it’s safe to open the lid and remove the jars, carefully, as they are still very hot.

So how in the hell does that make the food safe and how do the lids work?


Here are some lids. They come in two pieces, the thin flat lid itself, with a rubber ring built-in that seals it, and the ring.

During the canning process, remember, the air expands. That’s why we exhausted the canner. We needed to create a little space so that when the air in the jars expanded, it would have someplace to go and the jars wouldn’t crack.

That’s why you don’t tighten the lids super tight when you put them in the canner. You want the air to be able to escape. It does so, and when the jars are removed from the canner, you tighten the lids down well and let the jars cool. As they cool, the air contracts again, but there’s less of it.

And that lack of air creates a vacuum in the jar and the vacuum holds the lid in place.

Once the jars are cool (overnight), I remove all the rings and wash the jars well in case some of the liquid in the jars escaped inadvertently (that often happens).  And then I store them on shelves in the basement where it is cool and dark.

But why?  Why do we do this?


We do it because of these little bastards.

Remember the piece about tetanus?  Our little buddy, Clostridium tetani?

Clostridium tetani has a cousin.  A really closely-related cousin, named Clostridium botulinum. These two bacteria are in many ways identical. Both produce neurotoxins. Both do so in anaerobic environments. Both are deadly to human beings (and puppies and cows).

But Clostridium tetani can’t survive in stomach acid. You can’t eat it and die. That’s why a little kid can eat dirt and be fine.

Not so with Clostridium botulinum.  It appears to have a genetic difference that allows it to not only survive, but thrive in stomach acid.

Remember, though, it’s the toxin that is dangerous, not the bacteria itself. You can eat a boatload of Clostridium botulinum,  and as long as they don’t produce the toxin, you’re good. (That’s quite a gamble and one I won’t engage in, but in theory, it’s true.) The problem is that it’s relatively hard to kill the bacteria itself.

Boiling water temperature (212 degrees F) won’t do it.  Clostridium botulinum considers that a dip in a hot tub.  So you gotta get the temperature up higher.  And putting steam under pressure is how that’s done.

As an interesting side note: Boiling temperatures do, in fact, destroy the neurotoxin that is generated by the bacteria.  So if you are ever unsure about home-canned food, just boil it for about 10 minutes and eat it immediately and you’ll be fine.

This is all terribly scary, I know.  The pot might explode.  (It won’t. There is that little rubber stopper that will come out first.)  You might not do it right and then you’ll poison your entire family in one sitting.  (You won’t if you follow the instructions very carefully and don’t get creative until you know what you’re doing.)  The jars will break. (They might.  I’ve broken more than one.  Nobody died.  But it doesn’t happen very often.)

The first time I used my canner, Dave stood at the edge of the kitchen and watched. He was leery as hell.  It didn’t explode.  Then he was afraid to eat the beans.  He finally did after I did.

After about 45 years of eating food from mason jars, he no longer worries about it and he’s not even slightly fazed to see me with three pressure canners going at the same time (two on the gas stove and one on the wood stove).

canned stuff

Because, yes, I have more canners than just that old Presto.

To be exact, I have five of them. Two Prestos and three All-Americans. Three of them are the same size. One is slightly smaller, and the last one is my sweet baby All-American that just holds 4 quart jars.

But what about pickles and jams and jellies and peaches and cherries and  stuff like that?  What about water bath canning?  Why don’t people die from doing that?

It’s because Clostridium botulinum doesn’t like vinegar and isn’t one bit fond of sugar.  It can’t produce the neurotoxin in either one.

Pretty much nothing will grow in sugar if it’s concentrated enough.  That’s why you can store the stuff practically forever. If you can keep moisture out so it doesn’t turn into a rock, it will never go bad.

And pickles are high-acid (vinegar), so they are safe as well.

When I first started canning, people did tomatoes the same way.  Just filled the jars with cut up tomatoes and juice and a little salt and canned them right in boiling water and there you go.

But, over the years, more and more home grown tomatoes (especially) are lower in acid than they used to be.  People like the flavor better, so seedsmen accommodate them and breed new varieties.  And the acid level has fallen so much that it’s become a bit iffy.  Too iffy for me.

I spent one entire day a few years ago looking up everything I could find about deaths from botulism poisoning in America and I was surprised by the results.

It’s rare.

Like really rare.

But when it happens, it’s bad.

Like really bad.

There was one case (and I can’t find it now for some reason) of a whole family that was poisoned by improperly canned salsa.  Several people died.

Salsa is a big culprit. That’s because tomatoes are already iffy when it comes to acidity. Salsa is made with tomatoes but then whatever borderline acidity remains is diluted by the addition of non-acid vegetables like onions.  There are a couple of good thoroughly-tested salsa recipes out there, but what happens is that people say, “Oh, we like more onions than that,” or “we like peppers in our salsa” and they modify the recipe and then they’re in a danger zone.

Because Grandma made it for years like that and nothing bad ever happened does not mean that it’s safe.  Grandma might well have had much higher-acid tomatoes (if we’re talking about salsa or spaghetti sauce), and Grandma might also just have been lucky as hell.

Canning isn’t about having the product turn out perfect. Canning is about food preservation.  It’s quite possible to can something that is completely safe and tastes like shit. In that case, we figure out another way.  We freeze it, or we simply ditch that idea altogether.  My link is an example.  Sweet and sour chicken in a convenient quart jar.  Looks great, doesn’t it?

It’s not. It’s absolutely terrible.  The reason it’s terrible is that pressure canning chicken takes 90 minutes. That’s a long time.  And everything in the jar, including that already canned pineapple and those bell peppers, is also canned for 90 minutes.  And when you eat it, it’s completely safe, even though the pineapple no longer tastes like pineapple and the bell pepper is mush.

The way to can chicken is to can the chicken all by itself.  Then can the sweet and sour sauce if you want, and leave the pineapple in the can you bought it in. Put it all together in the end.

I do this with chili.  I can the kidney beans, onions and hamburger in one quart jar, all together (similar processing times).  I can tomatoes separately (short processing time).  Then, to make chili, I open two jars.

When I started canning, I was dumber than dumb, and I knew it.  So I followed the directions to the letter.  And any time I have “broken” the rules, I have done so after years of experience, knowing what I’m doing and why I’m doing it, and with confidence that I’m not endangering either me or Dave.

One other interesting thing I found when I looked all this up is that home-canned foods aren’t the only culprits in the war against Clostridium botulinum.  It occasionally happens with commercially canned stuff as well (now I’ve made everyone nervous as hell).

What typically happens is that Bob Patient shows up at the doctor’s with an obvious food-borne illness, and is asked about what he ate.  Generally, the food he ate is all gone.  It was all eaten, or it was thrown out.

But as soon as the health-care folks hear “home-canned,” they automatically blame the home-canned food, even though the green beans were accompanied by commercially processed salmon. There is nothing to test, so it’s all guess work.

The good news is that it’s rare to have any of this happen.

And all those years with a pressure canner led me right into pressure cookers, a whole different subject for later on.




Justice Revisited

And I post a lot of things about government corruption, police brutality, government official misconduct, things like that. I know a lot of people get offended by my views, but I’m not really concerned about that.

For somebody who is not concerned about it, Nicole sure does bring it up a lot. And she really didn’t like it when Todd Pate told her he’d seen some of it.

I think a lot of people are naive and think that it, you know, happens like it does in the TV shows, and the system is, is fair and just for everybody and the bad guy gets caught and all that other good stuff. But that’s not how it works.

Uh, no. Those of us who follow the Naugler story know perfectly well that it’s possible to dump human waste all over the ground and get away with it. And it’s possible to threaten people repeatedly and get away with that. We know.

The revenue the state is built off of is you.

Exactly what other source of revenue did you think the state was built on? Really? Where would the state get money except from taxpayers and citizens? We already had this discussion, oh, about 250 years ago, but I suppose when you unschool, you don’t know stuff. That’s one of the major reasons that the Articles of Confederation didn’t work. Our forefathers realized that without a source a revenue (taxation), a government simply couldn’t function.

You know, I worked as a nurse. I assure you that if I hadn’t gotten a paycheck regularly, I would not have shown up for work. I assume that’s true of everyone, including government officials.

you pay all kinds of fines and court costs and all that other fun stuff

Yeah, that’s called “making the asshole who broke the law pay for it.” I’m absolutely in favor of that. You use the system. You pay for it. The judge, like the nurse, doesn’t work for free.

But what Nicole is blathering on about here is plea bargaining. She doesn’t like it. Well, she doesn’t like if it’s Joe who is being offered the plea deal when she has convinced herself that barging into a woman’s business and calling her a “cunt” is just a fine thing to do and so the state should absolutely allow Joe to have a jury trial and convince 12 people that using that word (which, second only to the N-word, is the most disfavored word in the English language) was totally a beautiful thing.

I’ve already written about plea bargaining, so I won’t repeat myself. Suffice it to say that it’s way more complicated than Nicole seems to think.

And it’s not about fairness, because I can assure you, in any of the cases that we’ve had in the last two years, and prior to that too, dealing with this, never has anybody asked or looked at any type of evidence.

Well, actually, there is a whole long-ass video of Nicole being asked for evidence. The judge begged her for evidence. The judge pleaded with her to present her evidence. She didn’t have any.

We can have the discussion about insurance later.

Oh, I can hardly wait.  Let me guess. It’s evil and statist.

So the solution to you not being able to afford your insurance is to charge you more money, because that makes sense, right.

Exactly what “solution” would Nicole suggest?  That the state pay for her insurance?  (Because that’s what is really being discussed here – Nicole doesn’t want to have to pay for car insurance.)

The state levies fines against people who break the law (and driving without insurance is against the law for a very good reason) because money is the only way to get it through thick Naugler heads that they absolutely must obey the law.

It’s a little bit like adopting a feral cat.  If you cannot afford to have your cat spayed/neutered, to feed your cat decent food, to provide vet care as needed, you cannot afford to own a cat, even a “free” one.

If you can’t pay for car insurance, routine maintenance and tags, you can’t afford to own a car, even if it’s “free.”

The county attorneys in Kentucky, and I know it’s different state by state, um, the county attorneys in Kentucky can pick and choose which cases they take and which ones they don’t.

Yes. That’s what we pay the county attorneys to do.  It’s their job.  They are the gatekeepers.  Otherwise, the court system would be overwhelmed (even more than it is already) by the Red Smiths of America.

There is a big difference between criminal court and civil court.  Civil court involves disputes between citizens.  Anyone can sue anyone for anything.  (Winning is another story.)  Bill doesn’t like something that Fred did, so Bill sues Fred. The judge is simply serving as a sort of arbitrator.  That’s why the case is called Bill v Fred.  You don’t go to jail over a civil suit. If you lose, you pay money.

Criminal court, which involves the county attorney, is about the state, the community, bringing charges against a citizen for breaking a law. When a crime is committed, it’s considered an offense against all of society.  When Joe menaced a woman in Breckinridge County, the case wasn’t called Menaced Woman v Joe Naugler.  It was called Commonwealth v Joseph Naugler.

The Commonwealth is me.  It’s Al Wilson.  It’s Lisa Luthi.  It’s Nicole Naugler. It’s all of us who live in Kentucky.  The county attorney represents me and Al and Lisa in that case against Joe.  He’s our attorney.

And because we pay him, we expect him to pick and choose his cases carefully and not waste our money and his time with the Red Smith shit.

So if you have an actual complaint of an actual crime, if you’ve been victimized by somebody, you have to take it to the county attorney. You have to then, you have to, that’s your job, have to provide the county attorney with enough evidence of a crime for them to decide to pick it up.

Yeah, that’s how it works.  Or conversely, if you call the police, and the police determine that a crime has been or might have been committed, the police can issue a citation or arrest the person on the spot.

And then county attorney looks it all over and makes a decision about whether or not he thinks 1) this case is a good use of our limited resources and 2) that he can win.  If he thinks he might not be able to win, he’ll often offer a plea deal, which is preferable to doing nothing at all.  Sometimes, he just decides there isn’t enough there there, and he lets it go entirely.

This is what happened when Nicole suddenly decided, because she got pissed off at Ron Sneed, to try to get the county attorney to charge Linda Sneed with “attempted vehicular homicide” or some stupid shit for a fender bender that didn’t bend a fender which happened about six months earlier.  And she is still bitching about it, as you can see.

Say you and your neighbor get into an argument and the police show up. You know what they say? Just fine everybody. That’s what they do. We’ll just, okay, you all go to jail. Either you solve it or you all go to jail. That is always their solution.

And here she’s talking about Eric and Viv and the whole “Joe barged in and called Viv a cunt” thing.

You know what? The police didn’t just “show up.”  She makes it sound like they materialized out of thin air.  Somebody called the police.  Everybody called the police before it was over.  It happened over and over again, something like four times in two days.

And the police got sick and tired of four adults behaving like small children.  They did the equivalent of making all the children fighting in the sandbox go stand in separate corners.

I don’t blame them one bit.

If you don’t want to end up going to court over and over again, iron out your differences yourself and quit calling the god-damned police over every tiny slight you think you suffered. Eric said something ugly to Joe. So what?  Joe deserved everything Eric said.  Joe is lucky that Eric didn’t actually pound him into the parking lot.  Someday, Joe is gonna piss off the wrong man.

There’s no accountability. They are elected officials. You have two choices. You can sue them or you can not elect them.

Actually, those two choices are called “accountability.”

I didn’t elect him in the first place . . .

I didn’t elect Donald Trump but he’s still the President.  For now.

But then, I vote.  Nicole doesn’t.

. . . not really like I have much say anyways. . .

When you don’t vote, no, you don’t have any say.  And your opinion is worthless.

The sheriff will hardly talk to me because he knows I document and record. The county attorney will hardly talk to me because he knows I document and record.

Those men won’t talk to Nicole because she insults them repeatedly on the internet. She won’t shut up about them. She belittles them every chance she gets. She misrepresents what they did and said. She insists she has recordings but rarely produces them.  And she wastes their time.  They are very likely sick to death of her.

She’s Red Smith.  They are like me in the library in Cooper Landing, avoiding Red.

They don’t like being called on when they’re being inappropriate. . .

Nicole labors under this illusion that she is in charge of everything, everywhere.

They are looking to find ways to either a) get you out of their hair. . .

Bingo.  When you’re Red Smith, yeah, that’s what they are doing.

It’s hard to imagine somebody who criticizes government more than Nicole Naugler, who carries on more about “voluntaryism,” but who calls the police, goes to the county attorney and files more bogus, frivolous bullshit stuff.

They don’t want Nicole’s nonexistent money. I would imagine they want her gone. Anywhere. ASAP.

So this is something that I think a lot of people aren’t aware of.

I am 68 years old now.  I have never (knock on wood) had a traffic ticket in my life. I have only ever been stopped by a policeman twice, once for my own safety and once because it was the middle of the night and the cop was bored. I have never been in a courtroom except as a visitor.

Dave is 78.  He had a couple of tickets way back when he was much younger (like under 35) and has had none since.  He’s never been in courtroom except as a visitor.

The Nauglers manage to stay in court. All the time.  There are always pending cases on the docket for them. Over and over and over again.

Why do you suppose that is?

And it’s not just since the infamous children “kidnapping” by the “evil state.”  They have petty criminal records, both of them.

You know why?

Because they keep doing shit. They bounced checks. They got evicted. Joe pushes women around.  They let their “livestocks” loose and don’t take responsibility for anything.

I’ve had to defend myself then, back when people have photographed my home and driven by my house in large groups, specifically four, harassing me.

See what I mean?  This is the sort of thing she “has to defend [herself]” against. She’s Red Smith.

I know that my children have suffered quite a bit and nobody wants to hear their side of the story.

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

The children are so damaged. They will never recover.

Or, the children are so happy and healthy and perfect and brilliant and well-adjusted.

Which is it?

They experience them first hand, so there’s not much I can hide from them.

No, they don’t.  Nicole tells them stuff. She does live-streaming video ranting and raving while a child is in the back seat listening to every word.

She pointed Jacob to this blog.  He said she did.

She supposedly showed pictures of Lisa, who she didn’t know from Adam, to her children right after they came from the Great Kidnapping so they could identify her nonexistent driving down the Blessed Little Road at a point when Lisa didn’t even know where Nicole lived.

She and Joe systematically teach those kids to fear and disdain any authority figures except her and Joe. They freely discuss this shit right in front of the kids.

. . .some thoughts that I had in my head. . .

Might need to rethink all that.





Every Town Has One

We lived for about ten years in a small village in Alaska called Cooper Landing.  If you haven’t read this, or if it’s been awhile, go do so. It will keep me from being repetitious.

It’s true that Alaska has a, well, different kind of population.

Anchorage is sort of like any city. The locals there sometimes refer to it as “Los Anchorage” and will talk about how you can drive out of Anchorage for about thirty minutes in either direction (there are only two roads in and out) and find real Alaska.

But the small towns and villages are, well, different.

Most people just don’t want to live in rural Alaska.  The weather can be brutal. Winter lasts almost forever.  The cost of living is sky high. Cabin fever and seasonal affective disorder (SAD) are real things.

But Cooper Landing is a unique little Alaska community. It’s a resort town. Lots of residents (including the people who bought our house when we left) are weekenders from Anchorage.  They’re typically wealthy people with second homes who come down to fish and boat the river and lake. The entire Kenai Peninsula is considered Alaska’s playground.

A large part of Cooper Landing’s history centers around Cecil and Helen Rhode.

photo courtesy of Mona Painter

You can read about them here.  Scroll down to the second article on the page.  At least skim it a little, because it will help you understand the rest of this story.  And here’s another article, from my time there (and mentioning both me and Dave) about the mountain.  Unfortunately, the photos appear to be missing.

Cecil and Helen had both died by the time Dave and I arrived in Cooper Landing, but we came to understand the very large footprints (large indeed, as in two mountains and a park) they left behind.

We also counted their son, David, as a good friend.

As an aside, this is my favorite David Rhode story.  One winter evening, we planned to have a few people over (a total of ten including us) for dinner. I decided to serve do-it-yourself stir fry. We had a Jenn-Air griddle embedded in our kitchen counter and it was a very convenient place for guests to make their own stir fry.  I chopped up lots of stuff, set it out in bowls, and cooked a large pot of rice.

David Rhode was one of those guests.  On his way to our house, he stopped off at a local grill/pub and in the course of conversation, mentioned that he was on his way to our house for dinner.  And ears perked up.  Somebody said, “The Davises are having a party?”  And David said, “Oh, yeah. Come on over.”

And 35 people showed up at our house for dinner, when I had been expecting eight.  Considering that there are only 300 people in the whole town, that was a significant segment of the population.

I spent the entire evening chopping up veggies.  I used every bowl in the house. And some girl came through my kitchen asking where the bathroom was. I pointed. I had never seen her before in my life.

David Rhode is a free spirit indeed. He’s also one of the smartest people I’ve ever known.  He’s the guy in the yellow ball cap looking askance at us wimmins.  (By the way, the quilt on the table is now in my living room awaiting hanging on the wall.  I was describing how it’s made, totally by hand.)


His parents helped put Cooper Landing on the map.

After they died, there were two mountains named for them. The most prominent is Cecil Rhode Mountain which stands right on the south side of the village. We had a beautiful view of it from our dining room.


There it is. (Not my photo.)

photo courtesy of Mona Painter

Here is a photo (taken by Cecil on the mountain that bears his name) of Helen Rhode looking down on Cooper Landing.  If you draw a line straight down from her right foot, when you reach land, you’ll be pretty close to the roof of our house.

Notice the bridge going over the Kenai River? See the white bare land on the far side of the river, on the left side of the road?  That area, that land, is now a park.  It’s small, just about the size of that white area.  It’s called the Helen Rhode Memorial Park, and it is filled with native Alaskan plants only.  Town residents volunteer to keep it maintained.

But Cecil and Helen and their son David were not the only long-time residents of Cooper Landing. Another one was Red Smith.

Red was a relatively tall, older man with red hair (I assume that’s where he got the name). He’d lived in Cooper Landing for a long, long time, and knew both Helen and Cecil, and he, of course, had watched David grow up there.

Red had an interesting hobby.

He wrote all sorts of treatises on government.  He filled them with lots of stuff about the Constitution and the Bill of Rights and lectures on US history and the flag and you name it.  He wrote letters to the editor that nobody wanted to read.

And he filed lawsuits.

He filed lawsuits a lot.  It seemed like he filed one every month or two.

It was kind of a joke. Nobody paid him much attention.  He was just this argumentative, eccentric old guy who filed lawsuits and would tell you all about his rights and your rights and how nobody was respecting his rights.  He used to come in the library when I was there and I would manage to find something that was really pressing that I needed to do and look very busy indeed. If I didn’t, he would bend my ear for an hour.

It was all just a bit of a joke.

One day, David Rhode showed me a lawsuit that Red had filed. When I saw the look on David’s face, I realized that Red’s bullshit was no longer a joke.

This screed was long. I can’t remember how many pages, but there were lots of them.  It was all written in Red’s usual legalese shit, with “whereas” and “therefore” strewn all over the place, and cited all sorts of Miller v United States stuff, complete with numbers.

He was suing everyone on earth.  I cannot remember who all was named, but it included legislators and borough representatives, and it included David Rhode.

Red was mad because the park was named for Helen Rhode, and the mountains were named for Cecil and Helen.

He was royally pissed off and he wanted his day in court.  He had evidence, you see.  He listed it all.  He also listed all the Amendments that he felt had been violated, and all his “rights” that nobody was addressing, and all the various parts of the Constitution that were being ignored.

I looked at that mess, and tried to tell David that it didn’t matter, that Red was crazy, that nobody would listen to him for two seconds, but I knew it wasn’t helping much.  David grew up knowing Red. He knew Red was nuts.

It hurt him anyway.

It was his parents’ legacy that was being attacked by a spiteful, jealous old man who believed every conspiracy theory you can imagine and thought he was an expert on the US Constitution and smarter than any lawyer anywhere.

I do not remember anything coming from that lawsuit, or anything else Red ever did, but Red hurt my friend, a good, decent, kind, gentle man who didn’t have a bad thought about anyone.  I never forgave Red Smith. It was a nasty, hateful thing to do, and he did it for no other reason that he liked to pontificate about his view of the law and the government and he was royally pissed that nobody thought enough of him to name anything at all after him.

Every town has a Red Smith.  Some towns have several of them.  I bet a big city has hundreds.

Breckinridge County, Kentucky has at least two.


Justice and Hardees

I considered doing the highlight thing and commenting as I went here, but there’s just too much. I’ll do a separate piece about it all. First, I need something for my headache. 🙂

Alrighty, I wanted to do just a quick, things I had on my mind, um, about some of the things I post here on this page. This page is my page. I don’t filter it through my family like we do on BLH. This is just my page.

And I post a lot of things about government corruption, police brutality, government official misconduct, things like that. I know a lot of people get offended by my views, but I’m not really concerned about that.

But I wanted to talk today about the um, the illusion people have of the justice system itself. I think a lot of people are naive and think that it, you know, happens like it does in the TV shows, and the system is, is fair and just for everybody and the bad guy gets caught and all that other good stuff. But that’s not how it works.

The system is designed to feed itself. It’s not designed, no longer, maybe once it was, but it’s no longer designed to serve justice, and to protect liberties. It is designed to feed itself. And it has no source of, sorry, I’m trying to find a good spot to put this, it has no source of revenue. I’m just gonna have to hold it here.

The revenue the state is built off of is you. And there are numerous ways to get money from the cash cows. Um, taxes is a great way. But there’s another way called the criminal system. And it is rigged to protect the state. If you’ve ever had to go to court for anything, whether it be a speeding ticket or something more serious, you know how it works.

You go in there, they offer you a deal maybe, and you pay all kinds of fines and court costs and all that other fun stuff and you go. If you’ve ever tried to contest something like that, then you know exactly what I’m talking about. You go in, your first hearing, and you say, not guilty, and you go in the next time, cause they set you another court date, and you say, still not guilty. They didn’t look at any of your evidence. They don’t care. They’re not gonna look at anything. It doesn’t matter to them. Um, here’s your deal. Are you taking it, or not. And you say, No, not taking it, didn’t do anything wrong, I’m not taking it.

So you go to another hearing. In a few weeks they schedule another hearing. So now you’re three days into this and you’re still playing this game. All right, here’s the deal, you wanna take it or not. And you’re like, No, still not taking your deal. So they schedule another hearing. And you do the same thing for about five or six times, they’ve called you into court, you’ve missed work, probably, you’ve inconvenienced yourself and anybody else that may be directly involved. If you have day care, you have to (unclear), you have to miss work, whatever it may be.

And um, so most people just say, sure, I’ll take the plea deal, I’ll pay whatever, just leave me alone and I’ll go on my merry little way. That’s how the system is fed.

Very few people take anything all the way to trial because of the time investment involved. And it’s not about fairness, because I can assure you, in any of the cases that we’ve had in the last two years, and prior to that too, dealing with this, never has anybody asked or looked at any type of evidence.

Um, they don’t care if you’re guilty of whatever they’re charging you with. They don’t care if you’re innocent. They don’t care about any of that. They just want their money for it.

So, when you get into these, these systems, it’s just people in, people out. If you ever have a day when you might be bored or you’re there anyways, maybe, just sit and listen to each person’s case. Look and see how much money, when you hear the judge say, okay, do you plead, most people are going to plead guilty, okay, these are your fines, these are your court costs. Start adding this up. Kaching, kaching, kaching, you just hear it like a cash register. On and on and on.

There is no amount of justice. It doesn’t matter, paying these fines. Most people, paying these fines doesn’t stop them from whatever happened in the first place. Many of these families, people that are dragged in, they got pulled over because they didn’t pay their insurance.

We can have the discussion about insurance later.

But they didn’t pay their insurance because they probably didn’t have enough money that month to pay their insurance and they’re like okay do I buy groceries or do I pay my car insurance. Let’s buy groceries and see if I can skim by (unclear) of getting caught without insurance is pretty slim. So you don’t pay your car insurance. Well, luck be bad that week, you get pulled over and you don’t have proof of insurance.

So the solution to you not being able to afford your insurance is to charge you more money, because that makes sense, right. And so what happens is these people get caught in the system, they don’t have money to pay these fines because if they had money to pay the fines they would have paid the car insurance in the first place. So they’ve got to pay the car insurance, they have to bring back proof, they have to take time off from work to do this, of course, and they probably don’t, can’t really afford to take time off from work, they have to go back into court, pay the fines, and the insurance and the court costs, and so now they’re out even more money.

And if they can’t afford to do that, the fees just jack up.

And the people get caught in the system from little stuff like that all the time. Things that, no one said, hey this person has violated my rights, it’s simple stuff. And even then, if someone has, you presume someone has violated your rights, that’s even harder to have rectified. Because all they do is plea deal, plea deal, plea deal. And if you don’t plea deal, they find ways to coerce you into plea dealing.

We’ve had several cases of ours which we’ll get into the particulars of our cases, the things we’ve had to deal with over the, and the differences between them, over the past couple of years. Um, but that’s pretty much how it works.

The county attorneys in Kentucky, and I know it’s different state by state, um, the county attorneys in Kentucky can pick and choose which cases they take and which ones they don’t. An example would be about two years, two years ago, it would be a year and a half ago, no it was probably longer than that, I mean sooner than that, I would say maybe last year, um, sorry, I’m thinking of the timeline, it was, it was like March, er, February or March of last year, I went into the county attorney’s office with some evidence that I had. I had actual evidence. I had video, I had audio, I had screen shots, I had evidence. And I wanted to file an affidavit of a crime to the county attorney because you don’t call the police.

The police will just say, I didn’t see it, take it up with the county attorney. So now, policing is no longer policing. I mean, it’s no longer protect and serve, it’s policing. Unless they can find something to generate profit from you, they’re really not going to waste their time with you.

So if you have an actual complaint of an actual crime, if you’ve been victimized by somebody, you have to take it to the county attorney. You have to then, you have to, that’s your job, have to provide the county attorney with enough evidence of a crime for them to decide to pick it up.

There are times when this doesn’t, this is nullified, such as, um, if there’s an argument between two people. Say you and your neighbor get into an argument and the police show up. You know what they say? Just fine everybody. That’s what they do. We’ll just, okay, you all go to jail. Either you solve it or you all go to jail. That is always their solution.

If you don’t believe me, you can look at some of the videos, of all kinds of people who have called the police because of something or other and the police turn it around on them. Always. Always.

So anyways, the county attorney picks it up. But anyway, I was at the, um, county attorney’s office. I had all of this evidence laid out and I was like I wanted to file an affidavit, and they said, well, we’ll had it over to the county attorney and he’ll look at it and he’ll decide if he wants to, to press the charges, if he wants to file charges.

While I was doing that, now mind you, I have this recording, and when I get to my other recordings, um, in our timeline, this one will be posted as well. While I’m doing that, a gentleman walks into the county attorney’s office, says him and his neighbor had an altercation, describes the altercation to her, she never has him fill out paperwork. She fills out the paperwork for him, writes it up in her computer, takes his story, and says here you have court on this date.

And I’m looking at her going well why did he just get a court date and you’re telling me that you have to look it over. She’s like oh that’s just how the county attorney works. And that is how he works. Um, referring to Bradley Butler, Breckinridge County. That is how he works. And that’s how most county attorneys in the state work.

There’s no accountability. They are elected officials. You have two choices. You can sue them or you can not elect them. And, um, considering I didn’t elect him in the first place, I mean, not really like I have much say anyways, but um, filing a lawsuit against a county attorney is a, um, is not, um, is not easy, is not cheap. And it’s probably a fight you’re going to lose because you’re just nobody and they’re the county attorney.

So that is generally a lost cause expensive and tiresome battle that you won’t win. So my only other alternatives with this is what I’ve been doing, is documenting, for years, the inappropriate handling of my local officials, which that’s my right and my duty as a citizen of this county and um, also the county in which my business is in, which I’ve had to deal with as well.

I’ll continue doing that. I have questioned everything that they’ve done that I’ve disagreed with. Um, I’ve brought it to light. I’ve talked about it and I’ve been criticized for doing so. The sheriff will hardly talk to me because he knows I document and record. The county attorney will hardly talk to me because he knows I document and record. I actually have a recording of him saying that he won’t talk to me because I record. So that’s a nice little gem, um, that public officials are afraid of being held accountable in their positions.

It’s not like I’m going to his home and recording him there. I’m recording him in his office in his line of duty to, so to speak, of him doing his public elected responsibilities.

And, um, they don’t like that. They don’t like being held accountable. They don’t like being called on when they’re being inappropriate with their, with their duties, showing favoritism or bias, um, however it may be.

Uh, we had that exact thing with my neighbors, the whole situation with the accident and, um, and the horse grain. He acted on a false affidavit, based on one person that was conflicted and didn’t act on actual video and audio and an officer testimony. We actually have the officer who arrived on the scene said that we could press charges, he had this, he had that and then after the fact, they backtracked and played some paperwork games and totally ignored what was actually going on.

So, if anyone has any type of questions about that, you know, the specifics of our case, we’ll go into that later. Scuze me, I have a lingering cough there. But, um, as far as how the system works, the system is never going to be in your favor.

When you call the police, they’re not looking to help you. They are looking to find ways to either a) get you out of their hair, or b) generate revenue. And that’s the same with the county attorney. If, they’re only looking for ways to generate revenue. Once you get into their system, they don’t care about any type of evidence, they just want you to give your money and get out of their face. They need to have this expedient. It’s easier for them for people to come up, come through, if you go and sit in a courtroom, it’s usually packed. Nine o’clock, everybody shows up. The courtroom is packed and they weed through it til four o’clock just going kaching, kaching, kaching, fast food justice. That’s all it is.

If you’re lucky enough to get a hearing, kudos to you. But generally, they wear you down before you get to that point. They put up roadblocks, they make things difficult, they reset, they reset, they reset. So this is something that I think a lot of people aren’t aware of. But like I said, if you ever want to find out, they have court almost every day in almost every county, so just go, sit and watch for a little bit, and kind of see how the this, this, um, this fast food justice system works, and um, realize that it’s not about protecting and serving, it’s not about making sure citizens are safe.

Um, um, we’ve been reporting our harassment for two years and nobody cares. And, um, there are some people that are fairly new to this story, to our story and don’t really know exactly what has happened, you know, back in October when people targeted my business and I’ve had to defend myself then, back when people have photographed my home and driven by my house in large groups, specifically four, harassing me. I know that they’ll deny it and that’s fine.

Um, I was witness to it and so were my children, so, I know what my children perceived it as and I know what my children have been through and I know that my children have suffered quite a bit and nobody wants to hear their side of the story. Nobody cares about what my ten children, eleven now that were now involved, have been exposed to for two years. Nobody cares about that. They want to blow it off and say oh well it’s nothing. Oh, um, you know, well, they’re not being harmed and oh you shouldn’t tell them about these things, which I don’t.

They experience them first hand, so there’s not much I can hide from them. But nobody cares, um, unless they’re getting money from you.

So if you think that the government is going to save you, you’re wrong. They’re not going to save you. They’re just going to get as much money from you as they can and ditch you and find the next person.

So, anyways, that’s just some thoughts I had today. I’ll expand on particulars of cases that we’ve had over the past two years, um, probably on my other page as we discuss the family aspects of it. But, just wanted to have some thoughts that I had in my head and thought I’d share. Talk you later.



Well, it seems that Teresa Frogue is pissed off about the “dumb fuck” comment. That would be because Teresa Frogue is the dumb fuck.

I did not know that when I wrote the other piece. I had no idea who ran that page.

But it isn’t the first time I’ve irritated Teresa.

Way back, before this blog ever existed, Teresa ran a page.  It has since been removed by Facebook because she can’t help herself and violates Facebook’s rules.

But anyway, she posted a photo of some jars that Nicole had canned, and was extremely critical of it, insisting that Nicole was going to poison the whole family.

I am a canner.  A serious canner. The photo included some peaches, if I remember correctly, and maybe some jam, and then what appeared to be green beans.

And it was the green beans that she was all in a twit about.

Green beans, as I’ll write more about later, are a low-acid food and have to be pressure canned.  And she didn’t think Nicole owned a pressure canner. She’s probably right.

But there are two possible, reasonable explanations and I pointed those out.

One is that she did the canning at the Mormon church’s facility where there would be a pressure canner.  That would date the canned stuff a little bit, since the Nauglers no longer do the Mormon thing.

But the other thing is this. The canned green beans were long and straight-up-and-down.  They were not cut up.  You could see what looked like spices in the jar. They looked to me like dilly beans. I can them often and that’s how I do it.  Regular green beans are cut in pieces, and dilly beans are left long. Dilly beans are pickled.

Pickles are done in a water bath canner.

So, I offered this as an explanation. To say that I was met with hostility is an understatement.

She deleted all my comments and banned me. Her explanation was that all the critics should stick together and never, ever disagree with each other in public.

I declined to participate in that sort of thing. It was creepy and Nauglery.

Soon after, I started this blog.


Teresa,  you dumb fuck, I didn’t say I was going to talk about the children after they’re dead.  I don’t even talk about the children and they’re all alive.  I said that I would die, and maybe, maybe I’ll leave a trust fund to keep this blog online for Joe and Nicole’s lifetimes and perhaps that of the children as well.  (It’s unlikely I’ll do that, but I could if I wanted to. That was my point.)

Turning that into attacking the precious children is just about as dumb as your criticism of Nicole’s canning skills. I guess it’s the same shit with you, isn’t it?

And please point out where I have ever said a single word about how I “care about the children.” Go ahead. Find it.


And Nancy, who is Teresa’s BFF, can’t read either.

There is only one reason I’m putting all this here.

I want Nicole and Joe to take note. There is no “collusion” going on.  I can’t stand what these two women do.  I don’t condone it. I don’t typically read their pages.

There are a whole lot of people who do not like what they see at the Blessed Little Shitstead.  The people who don’t like it are diverse.  Some of them are not American. Some of them like me. Some of them, like Teresa and Nancy, don’t.  Some of them are smart and witty and bright.

And some of them are dumb fucks.


Just a FYI

I am in the middle of consolidating all three of my blogs.  I’m moving stuff over here.

If you see an occasional post that makes no sense, that’s what it is.  It’s old stuff I am archiving here. I am trying to refrain from hitting “publish” but it’s a habit and sometimes I make a mistake (like I did just now).

Once I have it all over, I’ll publish the remainder all at once.

When I’m finished, all my blogs will reside right here and it will make my life easier and less fragmented.



Can anyone say disingenuous? This is Nicole trying to be subtle.

Is there any possibility whatever that Nicole Naugler does not know exactly what “happened to [Pate’s] charges” down to the fine detailed minutia?  I bet she knows what he had for lunch/dinner while he was in jail.


Here’s the screen shot Nicole includes.


Some of the critics are dumb fucks, for sure.

But Nicole’s comments are the best part, and the main reason that I’m putting all this here on this blog.

Like Nicole, I’m documenting.

I’m documenting stuff like “It was a little game” and “I was amused. . .”

Remember, this is the woman who cried in court. She just broke down and cried, over and over again, until we all got sick of seeing her.  She cries on video, on demand, any time she thinks that she can sucker somebody into donating money.

She’s stressed, she says. She is so scared.  She can’t focus enough to even keep her paperwork together.  She just wants everyone to leave her alone.

But then, when she’s left alone, when it all is silent, what does she do?

She plays games.  She plays games with the “stalkers” who are stressing her out and threatening her life and making her so miserable.


The conversation continues with a discussion about Pate’s DUI and did he lose his license.

Nicole doesn’t know.  Mrs. Google/Youtube University doesn’t know.

Here you go.  Choke on it.


I will spend all day, every day, for the rest of my life, talking about Nicole Naugler if I wish.  Endlessly.  Forever.  In fact, if I decide it’s worth it, I will set up a trust fund to make sure this blog is funded after my death so that it lasts all Nicole Naugler’s natural life.  Hell, all her life and all Joe’s life and maybe her children’s lives.

Then she goes on to explain how she is stressed.  Oh, the poor dear. She is so stressed.

She is so stressed that she spends much of her time in court due to her own actions. She initiates it.

But then she plays games.

There it is on the record. When Nicole gets bored and nobody is paying her enough attention, she plays games.


Free Exercise


This is the article that started it.


And that’s the portion of the article that caused it all.

Saily Avelenda is a Democrat, living in the New Jersey 11th Congressional district. The Republican in Congress representing the 11th is Rodney Frelinghuysen, who chairs the House Appropriations Committee.

Sialy, like me, isn’t fond of Republicans.  Saily joined a PAC called NJ 11th for Change.  The PAC is duly registered, totally legal.  It’s Saily’s right to join this group if she wishes.

But Frelinghuysen didn’t like it one little bit that people are actively working to unseat him.

So he decided to shut her up, to punish her, to frighten her.

He contacted her employer.

You read that right. A sitting US Congressman contacted the employer of a constituent to bitch about the fact that one of his employees was working with a PAC. 

The person he contacted was a member of the board of directors of Lakeland Bank.  Saily Avelenda was a senior vice president and assistant general counsel of that bank.

What Frelinghuysen did was send out a typical “I am working hard, but I need your money” letter to his supporters.  In it, he did the “I’m being attacked by evil Democrats” routine. On the copy that was sent to the bank board member, he wrote by hand at the bottom:

P. S. One of the ringleaders works in your bank!

He attached a copy of the article quoting Saily.

The result was that Avelenda had to write a statement for her boss, apparently explaining why she was exercising her constitutional right to free speech and political activism.

I looked very carefully, and that single article that I included above is the sum of what Freylinghuysen was pissed off about.  She didn’t call him an asshole (he is).  She didn’t use his name.  She just said she wanted to disseminate information so voters could make informed choices.  That’s all.

She was not fired, but she resigned.

I do not blame her for leaving. How could she continue to work for asshole Republicans who think it’s perfectly okay to do this to people? How can democracy function if opposing views are threatened with retaliation and silenced?  We have a president (that moron in the White House) who has done this sort of thing his entire life.

It’s a cancer, and it’s spreading.

But you watch. There will be no huge public outcry about this.  Republicans won’t even see anything wrong with it.  Congress will do nothing to this representative.

I have to wonder if Frelinghuysen would have gone after a man.

I am spitting nails.

NJ 11th For Change Facebook page

NJ 11th For Change website