This is just beautiful. I’ve rarely seen so much packed into so little space.
“Our cameras don’t cover as much as we’d like.”
Really. Poor things. Their perimeter cameras. You know, the “off-grid” ones. Right.
More likely, the cameras on their phones.
. . . attempts to undermine the business. . .
There is no, zero, nada, zilch credible evidence to suggest that anyone, anywhere, ever tried to do any such thing. Nicole called employers of other people (and admitted doing so) but nobody is bothering her business. Naugler victimhood fiction.
. . . building materials ain’t cheap.
This is the paragraph directly following the ad for the business where you can buy pity bows and donate money. We get it, Nicole.
If we accomplish anything outside of that [playing around building forts and doing “chores”], cool. If not. Cool.
And this is sort of depressing. This statement, coming from a woman who advertises herself as a sort of guru and inspiration for other families who want to raise a family larger than they can reasonably support and live on nothing, but who says, “Fuck it. If it gets done, great. If it doesn’t get done, that’s okay too.”
You do understand that there are no “chores” at the Naugler property, don’t you? Exactly what would they be? Clean up the trash? Nope. Mow the weeds? Nope. Inspect and repair the garden shed? Nope. Bathe? Nope.
“Chores” to these people means things like “get up,” “find something to eat,” “go to the grooming salon,” “run by Hardees,” “watch a movie.” Occasionally, maybe somebody does a bit of straightening up so that 13 human beings can move in that garden shed, but beyond that, I see evidence of nothing in the way of “chores.” There is no school work. There is no real work (apart from what Nicole legitimately does at her business and what the oldest son theoretically does if he is still gainfully employed) of any sort.
But of course, there are the ever-present “unfinished homestead projects.”
I’d like to see an actual finished homestead project. So far, after three years, there are none. Zero. None. Show me one. The shitshack was horrible. Buying a garden shed with donated money and having some company plop it down on your property is not a finished homestead project. It’s a joke.
If you want to see the other pages (this is getting too long to keep posting those pages over and over again), they are here.