Our Daily Bread

Bread.

I have been baking bread for decades.  There is no way to make bread that I haven’t tried.

I’ve worn out a bread machine completely.  Bread machines are fine.  Mine was a Zojirushi (an earlier version of the one pictured above), which is a fairly high-end machine.  The drawback to them, and the reasons I never replaced it, involve two things.  First, they aren’t any good for anything else and they’re big.  But more importantly, you put the ingredients in the bread machine and then you shut the lid and you can’t feel the dough.

Flour absorbs a different amount of moisture depending on several things. One is how much moisture is in the wheat in the first place. And second is how humid the air is.

I like to have a way to tell if the dough is right.  For years, that meant actually hand-kneading it.

I’ve tried no-knead breads. They’re fine, too, I guess. I never did any of them more than once.

We like bread to be something that we can slice and use to make a sandwich, not a crusty round-shaped loaf.  If I want that, I know how to get it, but for daily use, we want a regular loaf of bread with a much softer crust and even crumb.

I’ve made bread about a million times totally by hand. This, in fact, was my go-to method for many years.  Kneading by hand. I own a very large stainless-steel bowl that I used for that purpose almost exclusively. I mixed the dough in it and kneaded it right there.

In all that bread-making, with all those bazillion loaves, I still had problems with the way homemade bread behaves, how it feels when you slice it, and most importantly, how it tends to tear and crumble when you spread it with peanut butter.  There is a different texture to store-bought bread, and it’s a texture that both Dave and I prefer.

That doesn’t mean that we didn’t eat the bread I made.  We did. We just got used to having peanut butter sandwiches with torn places in the bread. But always I had the idea that it could be better. The store bakery does something I wasn’t doing.

So, I tried all sorts of things.  There are lots of blogs and websites that purport to help you, like this.

More about this later on.

One day, about three years ago, I decided that I wanted a mixer.  Maybe.  Mostly, I thought I wanted a nice pretty Kitchen Aid.  I looked at them. I read about them. I wanted one.

But while I was reading about them, I kept seeing them being compared to other stand mixers.

And one of those was a Bosch.

I remembered years ago that a friend of mine had one of these, and I knew it was a quality, good machine. But it’s not pretty like that beautiful yellow Kitchen Aid.  I wanted the Kitchen Aid.  The Bosch just looks like a white lump.

There were drawbacks to both machines, from my viewpoint.

The Kitchen Aid will knead bread, but I read too many accounts of people who blew the motor doing so.  There were lots of caveats about whole wheat flour.  You’ll see in a minute why I had a big problem with this.

The Bosch doesn’t care one bit about whole wheat, but that Bosch doesn’t do one loaf of bread very well. It’s made to knead a lot of flour.  Small quantities don’t work so well. Besides, it’s overkill.  I don’t want to bake four loaves of bread at once. I want one.

Then I found this.

It’s pathetic looking.  It looks like a child’s toy.  It looks like a piece of plastic junk.  Seriously.  Even out of the box, in real life, it looks and feels like a joke.  And compared with the other two mixers, it’s cheap.

It’s not a joke.

It is hands-down the best mixer I have ever owned and it has kneaded whole wheat bread about twice a week for about three years.  If it died tomorrow, I would go into mourning, have a memorial service and order another one immediately.

You can’t do four loaves of bread in it.  You can do two.  I have never done two.  I have done a large loaf once or twice (about 1 1/2 times what I usually do) but that’s as much whole wheat flour as I’ve tested.  You’ll notice that the motor has half the watts of the bigger Bosch.  I don’t push it.

This, by the way, is the top-selling stand mixer in Europe.

So here’s how I make bread, combining everything I’ve learned the hard way.

I measure very few ingredients, but one I’m accurate about is water.  The more water, the more flour will be required and the bigger the loaf will be. We prefer to have loaves that are slightly smaller and more compact.

I use 1 1/4 cups of water.  But I divide that.  I heat 1/2 cup of that water to near-boiling and put it in the mixer bowl. To that, I add about a tablespoon of fat.

What is pictured there is ghee, but it really doesn’t matter. Butter is fine. Lard is fine. I don’t know about oil as I’ve never bothered with it.

I put the ghee in the hot water so it will melt.  While it’s melting, I grind the wheat.

The wheat I’m using is hard white spring wheat. The type of wheat is important.  It makes a lot of difference in how the bread turns out. Here’s a web page evaluating the various types of wheat used for bread.

Not surprisingly, the author favored the red wheat. We like the white.  The only real difference in the two is color and taste, as the red wheat has more whole wheat taste to it. White wheat tastes more like white bread, sort of.  Nutritionally, they are virtually identical.

One note: I have made whole wheat bread with flour from the store.  It’s possible.  It’s also not as good as freshly-ground wheat. I don’t grind wheat ahead of time.  I grind it as I use it. It’s one time when fresh is definitely best.  If you choose to try all this using flour from the store, go light with it at first.  Not much of it, unless your family likes dense bricks.

Note: God, the floor. Dave is ripping up the floor in that room and preparing to extend the hardwood you see in the hall into there.  I may be dead before he’s finished.

This is my grain mill.

When I bought mine, I ordered it directly from the manufacturer.  I called there to see if they had any seconds or “blems.”  To my astonishment, the owner answered the phone and we had a lovely conversation. And yes, he had a blem and I bought it for a lot less than the Amazon price.  I’ve never figured out what the blemish was.

It’s quite simply the best grain mail made, period.  It will outlive me and probably all of you and all your children and maybe your grandchildren.

It’s manual, but can be motorized although you’d have to be a little crazy to do that, I think.  I am elderly and I can turn the handle just fine.

For bread, I turn the handle 200 times. I have never measured it. I suppose it’s about 2 1/2 cups, maybe three, of flour. It takes about 5 minutes or so to do that.

Meanwhile, the ghee has melted.

At this point, I pour in the remaining water, cold,  3/4 cup, and start the mixer on low.

Salt. I don’t measure it except using the method shown.  What is that?  Maybe 1/2 tsp.

This is wheat gluten, as you can see. It looks like flour, actually.  It comes in a giant bag.

I put three tablespoons in the bowl, one for each cup of flour (approximately, since I really don’t know how much flour I’m using). As you can see, I keep a small amount in the cupboard and store the big bag in the freezer.  A bag like that lasts a long time.

Yeast needs something to eat, so I put in a spoonful of sugar.  Any sweetener will work, even the very last bit of jam in the bottom of that jar in the fridge. It does not flavor the bread. It just feeds the yeast.

I pretty much measure the sugar.  Too much would make sweet bread and I don’t want that.

Yeast.  I buy the huge containers of it (restaurant size if I can find them) and store it in the freezer.  It lasts for years and years.  That small jar lives in the refrigerator.  One loaf of bread requires one teaspoon and I do measure it.

So far, if you’ve ever done much baking, you’re probably yawning.

But this is the secret ingredient.

This is dough conditioner. This is how commercial bakeries do it.

It’s a great big can. Four pounds.  Notice when I last bought it? I store it in the freezer along with the gluten.  It’s the same amount as the gluten but I use only a fraction of the amount so it lasts for years.  In my case, it might be a lifetime supply.

Yes, it’s “chemicals.”  I do not care. What it does to the bread is practically miraculous.

Here are the ingredients:

NUTRITIONAL FACTS for HONEYVILLE DOUGH CONDITIONER
Serving size…3 tsp Serving per container…150
Per serving…40 cal Total Fat…5gr,Sat. Fat…1g, Trans Fat…0g, Cholesesterol…0 mg, Sodium…150 mg, Total Carb…5g, Dietary Fiber…0g, Sugar…0g, Protein…1g INGREDIENTS: Wheat enriched Flour, ascorbic acid, Calcium Sulfate, L-cysterne hydrochloride, dextrose. mono and didyscerides, salt, tricalcium phosphate, enzymes.

Oh, nooooooes.  We’re all gonna die.  I can’t even pronounce some of those. I’m laughing. You know I’m laughing.

This is great stuff.

If you look online, you’ll find all sorts of “natural food” sites warning you that this will kill you.  If you want to believe them, then you will just have not-perfect bread. That’s okay with me.  I’m gonna stick with perfect.

I put 1 teaspoon per cup of flour (in my case, that’s 3 teaspoons in the bowl). Yes, I measure it pretty carefully.  I want that can to last as long as possible because it  costs about $25.

And finally, the freshly ground flour.

At this point, I did a little video so you could see the mixer do its thing.

We left the bread rising as you see.

Rising takes a couple of hours, depending on how cool the house is. I made this bread on a chilly day. We had a fire in the wood stove, so it was fairly warm in the kitchen, making for a slightly short rise time than usual.

There’s the dough in the pan.  I don’t do any very elaborate shaping of the dough.  I just punch it down, wad it up, shape it like a submarine and plop it in the pan.

Another hour or two and it will go in the oven.

Ready for the oven. It will rise a little more in the oven, so I try not to let it get away from me before I get it in there, although it sometimes happens.

Our wood cook stove. That’s where I baked this loaf of bread. It was a chilly day, and we had a fire.  The large white dial on the right shows the approximate temperature of the oven.  It’s not the most accurate thing on earth but gives some idea of what it is.  It’s reading right at 300 degrees.  I like it hotter than that for bread, but you take what you can get with a wood stove.

In the regular oven, I bake bread at 350 degrees for 35 to 40 minutes.

In the wood stove, well, it’s a little more hit and miss.

I have never actually tested this thing. I just know that once it gets to a minimum of 300 degrees, I can bake bread.  Other stuff is more forgiving.

I put some small wood on the fire so it won’t lose heat and then preheat the oven.

Preheating the oven just means pulling that knob out in the position you see. That opens a damper and makes the hot air flow down and around the oven before exiting through the chimney.  Preheating takes only a few minutes to do.

So it goes in.  It’s a nice sized oven, actually larger than the oven on the regular stove. The heat circulates around all four sides, and it cooks very evenly.  This is an Amish-made stove and has heated our whole house for about a decade now, as well as baking and cooking who knows how many meals.

There’s the baked loaf.  See how much it rose in the oven?

That’s after a bake time of about 40 minutes.

After baking, I sometimes (maybe mostly) pop the loaf without the pan back in the hot oven for about 5-10 minutes.  That just firms up the crust along the sides and bottom a little bit.  It’s not a requirement, and I don’t always do it.

The finished loaf, cooling.  This is when I have to leave the kitchen.  Otherwise, I will cut a heel slice (my favorite) and pile on some butter and let it melt.

Done.

Time required: several hours.

My time: less than 10 minutes to grind the wheat, another five to dump everything in the mixer and start it, a few minutes to monitor the mixer and add white flour as needed.  And then a minute or two to shape the loaf after rising and another minute to put it in the oven.  Mostly, it’s something that is just there, needing to be done.

I have done this so often and so regularly that I hardly think about it anymore.  Most of the time, I make bread while I’m cleaning the kitchen, so by the time I have the dishes done, the mixer is done.

I do try to remember to set a timer so I don’t forget it and leave it to rise for four hours (!!!) but usually, I just see it as I walk through the kitchen and plop it out, or turn on the oven or whatever.

In terms of cost, it’s inexpensive after you have plunked down the plastic for all those appliances.  The bread itself costs just pennies.  The accumulated appliances run the cost up to about $10 per loaf.

That’s a joke. I really have no idea and don’t care.

Somebody will inherit all that stuff because it will outlive me, and I just hope they grind wheat, make bread, and live happily.

 

 

 

 

 

Threat

Nicole forged Joe’s signature on a silly letter she copied and pasted off some website and sent it to me about a year ago.  She keeps calling it a “cease and desist” letter even though it was nothing but a joke.  Cease and desist letters, even when written by an attorney, are not orders. They are suggestions. When written by Nicole Naugler, they are meaningless.

She sent me unsolicited mail.  I got it.

It’s my property. 

I can do anything with it I like.  Anything. I can share it with anyone. I can publish it anywhere. I can put it on a billboard in Radcliff, Kentucky as close to Nicole’s business as is possible.  It’s my letter.

And what I did with it was give a copy to Deb, who got a wee bit creative with some sealing wax.  People can buy a sealed copy if they like. They don’t have to if they don’t want to.  Some don’t want to. Others do.  It’s very simple.

And for that, I’m going to get a letter full of anthrax.

Amanda Carter Wiggins then says “Jk” (meaning “just kidding”) only she’s not sorry.  In other words, she meant it.  She wants to send me anthrax.

Amanda Carter Wiggins.

She sells mortgages.  She lives someplace down around where hurricanes hit.

I wish one would sweep her ass out to sea.

Just kidding.

Sorry, not sorry.

Guilt By Association

Here we go. Susan Frise has stepped up to the plate and provided a wonderful example.

Nicole keeps associating me with Sheriff Pate (collusion, don’t you know) in spite of the fact that I have never met him nor have I spoken with him, solely because his mother-in-law and I are Facebook friends.

Because of that, whatever I do, he’s responsible for and whatever he does, I am responsible for.

Well, what about Susan Frise?

Susan is not a casual drive-by reader of Nicole’s pages. She’s on there a good bit. She’s on there enough that I wrote a whole piece about her awhile back.

I would suggest you go read it.

Susan Frise is racist to her bone. She’s neo-Nazi racist. So the remark she made above, about me and the article Nicole just posted on her blog, is not surprising.

And Nicole doesn’t care.

It’s fine.

 

Oh, Good Grief

So here’s the latest bunch of bullshit from Nicole.  I’m going to reproduce most of it here, because she’s naming names, including mine, and accusing me of criminal activity.

I want to begin with her opening sentence.

The tabloid blog writer and a crafty cyber bully/stalker are using the KY Sheriffs’ Boys & Girls Ranch to drive traffic to their defamatory and harassing blogs.

I want Nicole to explain in detail exactly how that works.  How am I using the Ranch to drive traffic here?

If you go to Ebay and look at stuff, you won’t see a word about the blog.  If you go to the Ranch’s website or FB page, again, you won’t see one word about this blog. So how am I using them to drive traffic here?

First, I am not “stalking, harassing, or defaming” anyone. She already tried to claim this in court with Lisa and failed abysmally.

Second, Nicole, please learn how to use possessive apostrophes. You don’t know.

Third, I barely ever drink anything.

I am glad to see that you are stating that you are the one who called us “internet trolls.”  We didn’t. You did.  We simply embraced the term.  And you stole “psycho stalker” from Cathy Harris.  Can’t you be original?

What we discuss here are the facts of your case and the merits of your lifestyle choices.  That is exactly what is happening. I’m glad you’re okay with that since you have no way to control it.

You’re right, last year I did put up a piece about the Ranch and designated it as this blog’s charity of choice.

I know you don’t have any experience with this because your blogs have never gotten enough traffic to bother, but when a blog gets to the point where it has a sustained 2, 3, 4ooo or so page views daily, it becomes feasible to monetize it.

Romancing never did that. The audience there was narrowly targeted and I never sought to expand it.

This one was different.

I had to make some choices, though.  One choice would have been to put ads all over it and make money on clicks.  I opted for a big NO on that.  It’s annoying as hell.  I also had to figure out, if I tried monetizing, where the money would go.

I don’t want it.  I never wanted it.  I have never made a dime blogging—in fact, it costs me money—and I saw no reason to start.  So supporting a charity seemed like a good idea.

But then the question was: which charity?

I asked around. I got some suggestions, like Wounded Warriors (a good idea and one I considered).  However, I really liked the idea of a Kentucky-based charity and one that benefited kids.

One day, I got a flyer in the mail from the sheriff of my county about the Ranch and as I was reading, light bulbs went off. I did some checking. My next-door neighbor was a deputy sheriff, so I asked him about it.  Good organization, he said. I asked some other folks.  Well thought of throughout the state, they said.

I looked at their website.  It’s well done, but not too well done.  It doesn’t look like they paid a huge amount of money to some flashy designer to make a website.  It looked like they actually spend the money on the kids.

And it’s a charity run by sheriffs.

This just tickled my innards, frankly.

So, I wrote something about it. Go read it.  It’s worth looking at in light of all this.  It was written July 23, 2016.  Nicole has had little to nothing to say about it in a solid year. She didn’t care.

Let me start here with Eulanda. Yes, Deb made a Eulanda troll, and I am the one who suggested it. It was adorable. Eulanda is adorable.  I think she is funny as everything. She is also mean as hell and says terrible things about me, so spare me the violins.  When somebody says publicly that she thinks I should serve life in prison for writing a blog, she’s open-season.

But notice that the big sellers are the kingpin trolls?  The first troll on Ebay was ME. It was hilarious. We have loved them, and they mock us. 

Nicole includes a screen shot which shows that the email address used on the Paypal account is romancingvictims.net.

Please go back and read what I wrote on July 23, 2016 where I mentioned that.

I own several domain names.  I manage Nathan’s website (nathan-davis.com). I also am the web manager for the movie website (we do not own the movie).  In addition, I have several domain names that are used simply to forward traffic to Nathan’s website (nathandavismusic.com, for example).

With each one of those domain names, I can have a certain number of email addresses.  In fact, here are the email addresses I am entitled to at just one of my service providers.

See that?  I have seven.  Actually, I have fewer than that. Dave has a few.  But I can have 3493 more if I wish.

I also have more than one Paypal account.  That’s because Nathan’s music requires that I have two.  There are good reasons for that which are too complicated to go into but yeah, I have two Paypal accounts for his music.  Each one has to be linked to a different bank account.  It’s just the way Paypal works.

When I set up Paypal for the Ranch, I did not want it run through either of those accounts.  So I made a new one.

Remember when I went on the cruise?  I needed to be able to check my email from the ship. I did not want all my email to download into my Kindle.  Instead, I just wanted to be able to go to my email account and check it. For that reason, I made all my email available only on the web. I logged into my email accounts (bundled) on the web and checked it there.

But this blog is not hosted by my main internet service provider.  It’s hosted separately, mostly because I got a great deal on the service because they were having a huge sale.

I had trouble right from the gate getting access to email from the domain name blessedlittleblog.com.  The problem was due mostly to my own internet provider and it’s terribly technical, but after discussing it with everyone concerned, we concluded that I simply cannot access BLB email on the web.  So I never used it.  It was just too much trouble.

However, several months ago, as everyone knows, I decided to let Romancing go. That meant, I knew, that I would lose the domain name and thus access to that email.  And I also knew that meant that I absolutely had to figure out the email problem with BLB.  So I did. I worked on it for several weeks, in fact, and finally got a work-around.

At that point, I changed the email address on that Paypal account to the BLB.

If  you click on the donate button on this blog, this is what you will see.

This is not new. It’s been like this for quite some time.

Okay, moving on. Romancing is not written to “harass a rape victim.”  If Cathy Harris is a rape victim, so is Alex, Nicole.

I  never had a donate button on the Romancing site.  That’s simply a figment of Nicole’s imagination.  It was never there. The entire website is gone now. It’s all housed right here.

And that leads me to “tax write offs.”

What in the fuck is Nicole talking about?

What “tax write offs”?

The Ranch is a 501(c)3 organization, which means that money donated is tax deductible.  Maybe I should have gone into all this earlier, but hell, who would have thought this shit would be flung about?

Here’s the deal with taxes.

If you donate to the Ranch, out and out donation, cash money, you are entitled to a tax deduction in the amount that you donated.

Here are the applicable rules about substantiating such a donation.

Nicole does not file or pay federal income taxes except sporadically, and likely has never run into any of this, and doesn’t know what the fuck she is talking about.

If you donate more than $75 in cash to the Ranch, and if you want a statement saying that you did, there are two ways to get one.  First, contact me, if you donated through Paypal, and I will send the info to Tracy at the Ranch and she will send you a statement. The second way is to simply skip the Paypal button altogether and donate yourself independently, via the link I provided in the side bar.

When it comes to the $20 trolls, none of this applies.  It also does not apply to the stuff on Ebay.

That’s because you are not donating cash outright. You’re getting a troll here on the blog, or you’re getting something else on Ebay.  Those items have value. You’re buying something.

And when you get value for your donation, you have to reduce the amount donated by the value of what you received.

In the case of the $20 troll, $5 is for shipping and doesn’t count at all.  So you’re paying $15 for a troll.  Those are one-of-a-kind pieces of art.  You put a value on them. I can’t. I would say that the troll sitting right now on my computer is worth way more than $15, so I have no taxable deduction coming to me.

Ditto the art pieces sold on Ebay.

How do you value a one-of-a-kind sculpture? I’ll tell you how. You see what it sold for. That’s what it’s worth.  No taxable deduction.

Nobody gets one. Tracy doesn’t send me a statement saying I donated X dollars to the Ranch because she knows I am forwarding lots of bits of money from lots of different people.  I can’t deduct shit on my taxes without that substantiation from Tracy and she isn’t giving it to me.

Again, exactly how is the troll stuff driving traffic to the blog?  It’s actually driving traffic to Ebay.

Now the funds being transferred here are being sent from Deborah Whitehouse’s husband to Tracy Powell‘s husband.

What?

No, you dumb fuck.

Tracy is getting the Paypal money via her own Paypal account, which appears to be in the name of her husband.  (Lots of people do that.) If you don’t like that, take it up with Tracy, not me.

And the money I am sending to Deb’s husband (again, that’s Deb’s Paypal account) is for shipping.

And yes, we all know you have a Paypal account.  And you know all about donations, don’t you?

But none of this applies to the Ebay stuff. Ebay forwards the money to the Ranch, not Deb. Not through Paypal.

Yes, Todd Pate is on the board. This is something I frankly did not know until yesterday when all this came up.  But there are a quite a few sheriffs on the board. In fact, the whole board is made up of sheriffs.

And Todd Pate is a sheriff.

You didn’t link me to shit, Nicole.  Lots of people read this blog.  Lots of people send me friend requests, more than you can imagine. And I accept most of them, unless they’re obviously from Bangladesh. One of those people was Todd Pate’s mother-in-law.  So what?

Do you want me to start combing through your pages, looking to see who comments and snooping about until I can link you to somebody who has done something, say, criminal?  I can, you know. I will if you don’t stop it.  And then I’ll blame you for everything they do or say.

And here’s where you made your big mistake.

Let me explain something to you, Nicole, in the simplest terms I can. You can insult me. That’s fine. I don’t care. You can and have insulted my husband. That bothers me more, but still, I can sort of ignore it.

You come after my dead child and insult him when he cannot defend himself and all you do is show that you are lower than whale-shit.

I more or less ignore that.

But now, you’ve gone after my friends. Real friends. In real life friends. People I care about.  It’s bad enough that you insult Deb. She’s out of your reach and she just laughs.  It’s worse that you go after Lisa.

But you’ve gone after the livelihood of a man who is like a brother to me.

Read that sentence again.

Here.

You’ve gone after the livelihood of a man who is like a brother to me.

You’re trying to get him fired.

You’re entirely full of shit and you can’t do it, because he didn’t do what you’re claiming, but you tried. You wanted to.

And I won’t forget.

Remember that.

Would you prefer that he keep his eyes closed as he flies?

You didn’t get a phone call back because you’re out of your mind.

Al’s flights are all mapped. They are traced. He doesn’t take that helicopter ten feet in any direction (and that includes up and down) without it being logged and mapped.  His employers can tell you everywhere he flew on any day and at what altitude, so go suck an egg.

Al is right.

You have opened a whole new playbook.

We’ll see how that works out for you.

Since Deb doesn’t live in Radcliff, I assume Deb didn’t take the photo.  I don’t live there either, and I assure you I didn’t take it.  Lisa lives in Louisville and if she went to Radcliff, it wouldn’t be to Walmart or wherever you were.  And Al is busy flying and watching your property from the air.

So fuck off, Nicole. You got notoriety.  You wanted it and you got it.

And there we have what has you all pissed off. We’re making more than you are.

No, Nicole. We’re using troll dolls to 1) send under-privileged children to camp and 2) make fun of the name you gave us.

You’re right.  There are not a few people sharing opinions. There are several thousand people sharing opinions, and none of them are good when it comes to you.

You keep digging. Perhaps you’ll finally get that outhouse hole dug at last.

 

Vet What You Read

Nicole wants everyone to read this.

Here’s the link.

I almost hesitate to do that because the more traffic the article gets, the more likely HuffPo is to think it’s bona fide, and I hate that.

However, in the interest of fairness. . .

The summary is basically that the author is claiming that CPS and family courts tend to give custody of children to the parent that is less capable and withhold custody from the parent that is more capable.

She’s not talking about CPS taking children from a couple who are together. She is talking about couples who are split.

Her reasoning is that CPS knows that the supposed unfit parent won’t bother to fight for the kid, and the fit parent will, and that will generate revenue for the state in court costs and stuff.

In the article, the author give no sources for any of her claims. She cites one book, which I frankly didn’t bother to look up, and in a minute you’ll see why.

There you have the TL;DR version, even shorter than the so-called short version. I’d hate to see the long one.

So who wrote this screed and how did it end up on Huffington Post?

This is the disclaimer that appeared beside the article.  This is not the main part of Huffington Post. It’s the “Contributor platform.”

This is also the main reason why, even though HuffPo is liberal, and even though I often agree with their political view, I consider them a dubious source.  I always look up an author who writes anything there.  I never just accept it.  And most of the time, if HuffPo is reporting it, there are better reports available from more reputable sources.

HuffPo is not the World Net Daily or Breitbart.com of the left, but frankly, it’s not any better than Fox.  Read at your own risk. More about that later.

So who is Patricia Mitchell, the author?

Here’s her bio from HuffPo.

I immediately saw red flags.  Here they are, starting with the opening sentence. The grammar is atrocious.  Just bad.  Capitalization all skewed, punctuation horrible, you name it.  It’s bad.

She starts by telling us how accomplished she is, how totally gorgeous she is, and how fabulously educated she is, a regular Miss High Society.  Well, except for those pesky English courses, in spite of her claim that she minored in English and is a college graduate. I strongly doubt both those claims unless

She’s a “professional photographer,” which qualifies her for nothing except taking pictures (if it’s even true).

And toward the bottom, we see that she is a “child advocate.”  She has not a single credential that would qualify her for that title (if it’s even a thing).

So, I went to Google and looked for her.

Dear FSM, I found her.

This appears to be her original blog.

She obviously found that whole blogging thing hard, as she only produced about five articles in about two years, mostly about her.

The lead article, just so we all know it, is about her, of course.

I will let you guess.  Take all the time you need.

This is her second attempt at a web presence.

While breathtakingly ugly, she seems to have tried a little harder.

But on both sites, she puts her own story front and center.

Have you guessed yet?

Here’s the summary.

She had a brief fling with a guy. They split up. She had a baby, a little girl.  She went home to family. Her entire family is mean and  all of them connived against her. Family stole her stuff. Mother attacked her with a poker. Dad hit her or something. Sister works for CPS.  Family connived to steal her kid and give the kid to the father who lived in a school bus with no electricity or plumbing. In other words, he nauglered it.

CPS decided that he was a better option as parent than she was, which is saying something.

She fought back.  She lost.  Parental rights terminated.

Oh, and she’d like to raise one million dollars (please donate) so she can fight against evil CPS.

She used about five million words to say that. Read it if you want. The grammar and spelling are just as bad as the bio was.

This is the reason that it’s a very good idea to vet stories coming out of Huffington Post.

Here’s a handy little graphic.  People on the right appear to disagree with this assessment, but I think it’s pretty spot on.  I found several things interesting when I first saw it.

First, it confirms my instincts about Addicting Info, which I never read anymore at all. It made me question HuffPo more than I ever had before. In addition, I added some reading of The Hill, the Wall Street Journal, and the Economist to my reading diet even though they skew to the right.

But mainly, I try to stay within the gray circle in the middle.

 

 

 

 

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NOTE FROM DEB:

Just so everyone knows ..EBAY Charity takes the funds directly from the Paypal account less the shipping…which we are way in the hole on and Lisa and Sally have generously offered to pay the difference on.

So Nicole you should contact ebay directly ( 1-800-eat-shit) if you think THEY are keeping the monies.

And keep up the good work with sending me ideas.

love ya

For anyone who doesn’t understand this, one of Nicole’s most beloved leg humpers referred to the trolls as “voodoo dolls.”

Deb found that hilarious (as did I) and decided to make a voodoo doll for real.

Here.