Nicole has been on a rampage the last couple of days. Tomorrow is a court date and she generally does get sort of peeved right before court, so it’s not surprising.
This is her screen shot of a commenter named “Carl.” Carl is doing a bit of truth-telling here.
I know from personal experience that making a negative comment about the Nauglers, even on a page that isn’t theirs, will get you a visit on Facebook from Joe [that’s exactly what happened to me], or a message sent using a fake name calling your child a “dead junkie”, or some sort of backlash.
And while I couldn’t care less, lots of people get really upset when somebody stalks their Facebook page for no reason at all other than some random less-than-totally-supportive remark someplace.
But Nicole is busy explaining to everyone how harassed she is, so Carl spoke out of turn.
Carl got banned. Not for that remark, which Nicole thought so important that she screen shot it and posted it, but for other remarks. I have no idea what they might have been.
What is amazing is that “Charles” the fake chimes in to explain why somebody with a fake profile was banned.
Yes, Angela, people are in fact afraid of the “consequences” of posting on Nicole’s pages.
I am tossing this one in because it’s just so silly.
Nicole does not have “45,000 followers.” What Nicole has is 45,000 “likes” on a Facebook “like” page.
When the story went viral (as Joe and Nicole hoped it would, because donations), lots of people went over to the BLB Facebook page and clicked “like.” Clicking “like” does not mean you actually approve of the page. Clicking “like” just means you’re interested in it for right now, today, and you might want to follow the story for a while.
Hardly anyone ever “unlikes” a page unless they get peeved for some reason. Mostly what happens is that you click “like,” and then you visit the page a few times over the next few weeks and then you lose interest and the page gets buried in your “liked” page list.
I just checked mine. I have “liked” 492 pages. I do not follow the overwhelming majority of those. I bet I don’t actually follow 30 of them. The rest just sort of sit in “like” page limbo.
Facebook knows this. They know that I never visit “Jilly Coppercorn’s Curiosities.” Whatever in the hell is that and why did I “like” it in the first place? I do not remember.
Anyway, since I haven’t visited Jilly in the last who knows how long, Facebook does not put Jilly’s updates on my feed. I never see them. And that’s how it will remain until and unless I either visit Jilly or remove her.
The only way you really see stuff from “like” pages is if you actually participate on the page. You have to go there, or “like” a comment, or post something.
Nicole knows this. She gets stats for her pages. She knows that 45,000 people do not read her shit. The figure is probably closer to a few hundred. So this statement from the elusive helper “S” is incorrect and Nicole knows it is incorrect. Yet Nicole reiterates that what “S” says is right.
And then Nicole tells us that we don’t know everything that goes on behind the scenes. Poor us.
Well, Nicole doesn’t know everything that goes on “behind the scenes” here, either. For example, we hauled 3000 pounds of bamboo flooring into our house yesterday. Lots of things go on “behind the scenes.”
But of course, Nicole wants everyone to think that 45,000 people are waiting impatiently to hear what wonderful words of wisdom she will post next, or to see the newest (or possibly recycled) baby picture, or which cop she is now angry with.
Oh, Nicole, you are so wrong.
I do not use a sock account. I have never done that. I have never posted a single word on any of your pages and almost none on any of the critics’ pages. I say what I have to say right here. I use my real name.
And I will go further than that.
I am willing to meet you for lunch any time you like. You name the place. I will buy your lunch. Bring that deadbeat dumbass Joe if you like. No kids.
We can talk face-to-face.
We can compare statistics and see who has “growth.” (What in the hell does that mean, anyway?)
We can see who is a coward.