Nicole is on the warpath. She is going to stand up for her rights, I tell you.
She’s got this rambling post on her blog.
She’s not sure how to title it. Well, I can help. How about this?
A Hodge-Podge of Innuendo and Half-Baked Bullshit
She begins by doing a six-degrees of separation thing tying all the Bad People together. We all know each other.
Let me explain something. We all know each other because of Nicole and Joe Naugler. That couple has done more to bring people together than they will ever know. Some of the very local people knew each other before the Nauglers erupted on the scene, but I didn’t know them.
I will be forever grateful that the situation occurred and I got to know some of these folks. They are my good, good friends today.
Anyway, she plays this whole association game to show that there is a huge conspiracy to force them off their land.
The part of it that directly addresses me is this.
Sentence by sentence.
Kyle Johnston is my friend. Now. I met Kyle Johnston about one hour before the Blessed Little Excursion took place. One hour. We were both at a party hosted by mutual friends of ours and my husband and I were introduced to him.
On the way back to the party, Kyle gave me and Dave a long lecture about how he just didn’t think the Nauglers were doing anything to bother anyone and why didn’t we just leave them alone. Long lecture. Loud lecture. We argued about it all the way back, and after we got back, we argued some more.
It wasn’t acrimonious. Kyle’s not like that. I like Kyle. He’s a peacemaker. But he quite clearly didn’t understand the situation at all.
He’ll understand now because Nicole is now harassing him. This is what the Nauglers do. They find out who you are and then they start. Kyle is not active on Facebook even though he has a FB page, so she goes to the blog instead.
I have never seen or heard from Kyle since that night. He does, however, remain my friend.
Lisa Luthi was not present.
I was not present on the first trip. Other people went. Not me.
I did not have a camera with me, nor did anyone else in our vehicle. We took no photos, because we had no way to take any photos. I have seen the photos that were taken. I could use them if I chose to do so. I have not chosen to do that.
If you saw them, you’d understand why Nicole and Joe have such a fit about photos being taken. It looks like a scene from Deliverance. Her photos are all carefully staged (and even then, there is dirt and filth and trash everywhere). But the unstaged stuff is trashiness on steroids.
Joe was doing his fair share of “drinking.” Nobody cares about that. Nobody, other than the fact that we thought it was funny. Nicole acts like it’s some big deal, but it wasn’t. I did not have a single drop of alcohol that entire evening. Not any. I drank one Sprite.
I did not tell Joe my name, as I’ve said before, because my husband was putting bruises on my ribs and insisting that I not do that. My husband doesn’t follow a lot of this and was very concerned about the whole situation. He did know about Joe’s conviction on the menacing charge, though. He was afraid that Joe was armed and frankly was afraid that Joe would shoot me. That is the truth.
Kyle had no idea what was going on because Kyle doesn’t even know this blog exists. Or he didn’t then.
We had no way of knowing when we went over there that Joe would come stomping out of the weeds into the road yelling at us and walking in front of our vehicle.
Nicole goes on to link to the audio recording of that conversation.
What she doesn’t tell you is that part of that is missing. The beginning is missing. The part where Joe stomps out yelling at us. The part where Kyle stops. The part where Kyle gets out of the vehicle and comes around to where Joe was standing in front of the vehicle and shook his hand and calmed him down.
And the part where Kyle offered Joe a beer and Joe quite happily quit yelling and started guzzling.
By the time that recording begins, Kyle and Joe were old buddies just drinking beer in the road.
The female voice you hear is mine. Joe asserted that Al had said that he was “calling in favors” from county officials (like they owe him for something) and I asked Joe several times if that was accurate. It is not accurate and I knew it wasn’t, but I wanted Joe to say it again for his recording.
Other than that, I remained quiet because Dave was unhappy about the whole thing and simply wanted to leave. And Dave is important to me. After 46 years, he has some say around here. So I did as he asked.
Of course, in what you hear, Joe is “calm and pleasant,” sort of. He certainly isn’t yelling like he was when he first accosted us. He had a beer, for Pete’s sake. He and Kyle were buds.
But you can still hear how he dominated the conversation. He didn’t listen to Kyle at all. He just drowned Kyle out with words, asserting his “rights.”
I was frankly fascinated by the whole thing. It was the Joe that I’d come to know via video, standing right there in person, all sweaty and dirty and disgusting, clutching his beer, chugging away and talking a mile a minute between sips.
The most appalling thing about all this is Nicole’s very obvious intention to connect Kyle, and Mark, and Al, and Lisa, and me with Jeremy Hinton (who she refers to as an “idiot.”) She wants the whole world to believe that somehow all five of us have colluded to bribe, threaten, cajole or otherwise influence Mr. Hinton to bring the long arm of the law down on the Nauglers because they “won’t conform.”
I admit this blog is widely read. The stats confirm that. Thousands of page views every day. Hundreds of thousands in the aggregate. More than I ever dreamed possible. But I don’t know Mr. Hinton. I don’t live in Breck County. I have no idea where the courthouse is, or the health department. And I am not very powerful. I just live here, write and milk a cow.
And then she ends this little irate rant with some crap about how the neighbor had the audacity to “fiddle around” at the pond that is on his own property. She announces this as though he was doing something nefarious and illegal. You know, “planting evidence.”
I do have one question about all of it, however.
Nicole puts up a photo of what she says is Kyle’s truck clearly visible from her porch. Wait, here it is.
See that threatening-looking truck way in the distance?
She says that “when he drove off [she] went to the road to get some identifying information.”
Exactly what would that identifying information have been? His license plate number? And then did she call Todd Pate’s office and ask them to run the plate for her because, you know, she and Sheriff Pate are on such good terms and he’d gladly do that for a private individual who is just snooping on people who are on a public road?
What “identifying information”?
How did she know that was Kyle’s truck? She’s never seen it before. Kyle wasn’t driving it on the night of the Blessed Little Excursion. She didn’t meet Kyle.