First video transcribed:
I wanted to another quick little video, um, regarding the stealing water. I’m addressing this one last time.
Um, that day with the menacing incident, there was no one there to steal water. We got their water on occasion. We, my husband stopped by, there was an argument about something else, and whatever.
Um, we weren’t stealing water from anybody else. The only other person I’ve actually seen say we stole water from them was Deborah Rangel. We went to church with her in Elizabethtown. I don’t know exactly why she said we stole water from her. We got water from her once, um, in a pinch, because it’s really kind of far from the house to haul water. We got a couple gallons and that was it. We didn’t steal water. We had permission.
So if Deborah Rangel watches this or if anybody knows Deborah Rangel from Elizabethtown and wants to ask her why she lied about the Nauglers stealing water, I would really appreciate it.
Second video transcribed:
Here I am again, doing a quick little video because I wanted to address the whole water stealing issue. Um, the incident last year with the menacing charge, no one was stealing water. We went there to get water. We got there on occasion, it wasn’t a big deal before. It happened to be a big deal this time and whatever. But anyways, it had nothing to do with stealing water.
We weren’t stealing water from anybody else. The only other time I heard anybody else say we stole water was Deborah Rangel. She was a woman we went to church with in Elizabethtown, and we got water from her one time, and that was it, and we had her permission, and I don’t know why she would lie about that. Deborah, if you’re watching or if anybody knows Deborah Rangel from Elizabethtown and wants to ask her why she lied about the Nauglers stealing water, or why she believes we stole water or whatever it is, um, I would like to address that, because I really don’t appreciate people saying that we are thieves because we didn’t steal anything, and, um, this has got to stop.
The lying, the dragging my name through the mud. I’m clearing it up. I’m done playing games. We’re clearing it up. So, let’s have it. Find out the real story. When did we steal water? How did we steal water? What was the deal, Deborah? I’d like to hear your side of the story.
These are just baffling to me.
Nicole did these little rants, put them up and then a while later they disappeared. Of course, somebody snagged them, which is what happens when you make yourself a public spectacle and then throw a public temper tantrum. So here they are. My thanks to my source.
But it’s all sort of weird.
In the other video, she mentions several people by name, including me. Including Al Wilson.
In these, she talks about the woman that Joe menaced (and make no mistake about it, he was convicted for menacing that woman, and if you think that’s no big deal, go look up the meaning of that word), and another woman that she says went to her church.
Nicole and Joe haven’t been going to any church now for years. So this is all old stuff.
But I did a bit of asking about, and it turns out that as far as I can tell (and I couldn’t find out about all the people she mentioned because I don’t have a way to do that – regardless of what she says, we are not all connected), most of the people she mentioned in these videos can’t see the page where they were posted.
In fact, I am reposting them here solely because most of those mentioned would have no idea that Nicole is trash-talking us on the internet if I didn’t.
She makes demands. She makes demands to people who can’t see her demands.
We need to show her our houses. We need to “do something.” The woman from church needs to explain why she “lied” (see how pejorative that is?) [BTW, why don’t you just pick up the phone, Nicole, and call the woman and ask her?] We need to come confront her in person. I think not. I already met Joe and he’s less than delightful.
And Al tried. He messaged her the only way he could, via her business FB page. She’s blocked him everywhere else.
But she didn’t like that.
You don’t know Al? Really? Then why did you guys wait at the Custer store for him to pull in and then Joe shot him a bird and you immediately began filming to catch his reaction? With your children watching. If you “don’t know” Al, how would you know who to do that to? You clearly know Al.
And you do, in fact, care about Al. You care so much you did a little video and mentioned him by name.
And you’re pissed off because he responds?
You know what “just stop” means?
What you are saying, Nicole, is “I wanna do and say and write and publish anything I please and I only want people out there in the Great Wide Public to say and write and publish nice things about me. If members of the Public do not do that, I will stomp my feet and make videos about them and call them names like ‘liar’ and ‘drunk’ and ‘abuser.’ ”
Like Al, I am also far more hardheaded than you are.
Actually, this is exactly what happened. I made a comment (not on any of your pages, not on a page critical of you, but on a neutral page) that wasn’t terribly complimentary of your parenting skills, during the time when your story was national news. Your sorry-ass lousy excuse for a husband came over to my Facebook page and began quite clearly stalking me. He engaged me in conversation for the sole purpose of threatening and intimidating me. I had nothing more than a very passing, slight interest in your “story” until he came swaggering around on my page. Then I got more interested, because he convinced me that my original gut-instinct was correct.
So, yes, I did get on the “Naugler radar” by having an opinion.
Your sorry-ass husband is the entire cause of this blog.
Your husband, the one who bullied a woman when she refused to allow him to take her water to the point that she called the police. Your husband, the one who stole water (more than once) from the family you went to church with and then apparently lied to you about doing it. Your husband, the one who seems to have told you that he paid $900 for a chainsaw worth about half that. Your husband, the filthy, smelly guy who looked like something out of Deliverance, who stopped me and my companions in a public road yelling at us for doing nothing at all, and then drank a beer with one of the guys. Your husband, who lets you work all day while he does nothing at all and can’t even bring himself to dig a hole in the ground to contain shit, but instead flings it all around your property.
Call him out. He’s the one who made me a part of your story.