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.