Last December, the oldest Naugler child came over to this blog, shortly after its inception, wanting to engage in dialogue.
I declined to do so.
The child in question, at that time, was just about to turn 17. One of my strictest rules here is that I don’t name the children or show identifiable photos of them. They are off-limits.
I do not pretend they don’t exist. However, they are victims. They are not responsible for their parents’ irresponsibility. They haven’t asked for notoriety. And they are most definitely not adults.
So, knowing that whatever decision I made about J’s attempt to argue with me here would result in Nicole being critical of it, I chose to stick to my original rule: No engagement with minor children.
The reaction was predictable. I am “afraid” of a child. I don’t “want the truth.” I don’t want to “hear the children’s side.” (She’s right. I do not. They are children.)
The only way the teenage children know about what people are saying is if Nicole points it out, which is what she did with the blog.
He is aware. How is he aware? Oh, and she will “let him respond tomorrow.” How lucky he is. He will be allowed by his all-knowing, all-controlling mother to respond “tomorrow.”
Did you get that? Nicole told the child about the comment, and so he came over and replied. She didn’t have to do that, you know.
But mostly we just need to quit with the “minor child victim” stuff already.
Pace, the doofus Bitcoin dude, chimes in, opining that J is an “adult.” He should be allowed by me, on my own blog, in space that Pace did not pay for either with real money or fake Bitcoins, to converse if he wishes, even over my objections. And if I choose not to do that, I’m immature.
Pace, I believe, is a parent. Boy, does he have a road in front of him. Makes me sort of smile to think about it.
Okay, so we have this established, way back in December 2015.
J Naugler is currently 17-years-old, but is in fact, for purposes of discussion and argumentation online, an adult and nobody better forget that. Right? Fuck the law. Fuck the owner of the blog. He’s an adult.
Fast forward: today.
We have this cutesy little exchange that Nicole thought worthy of posting for discussion.
In the first place, she does the old bait-and-switch-gotcha-language thing here on her own child. And other child laughs because it’s so funny when your mother is a nasty jerk. And this is Facebook-worthy.
But apart from that, she tells us that these two children (one 17 and the other one 15) “have their own money” and “manage their own budgets” and “buy their own things.”
And maybe they do.
But what they don’t have is a job. Neither of them. They have no gainful employment. I know they don’t because if they did, she’d be telling us all about it. They wash dogs at the grooming business. They do so for peanuts. They are not even paid minimum wage.
It’s not real employment. It’s Mom telling you to do something (wash a dog) and then tossing you a little money out of the change jar so you can buy a hamburger at McDonald’s.
Why don’t these two boys have jobs?
I homeschooled a son, right through high school. When he was ready for the 12th grade, he got the notion that he wanted to go to “real school.” I was fine with that, and we enrolled him. After about six months of that, he’d had enough and wanted to quit.
We were fine with that, since we never wanted him to go in the first place. However, there was a condition.
We explained to him that he couldn’t just quit and come home and hang out. If he was going to quit, then he was officially done with school and he needed to get a job. School or job. Pick one.
He had a job the next day. A real job. The kind where you fill out a form and get a W-2 and pay taxes. What followed was a string of jobs in three different states while he figured out what he wanted to do (write and perform his music) and how to do that without starving, but we didn’t let him just do nothing.
Why don’t the “adult” Naugler boys have jobs?
Nicole has the answer.
They are both “minor children.”
Here you go, Nicole. Just a few guidelines for you. It’s a PDF file. Just Google “Kentucky Child Labor Laws 2016” and it will take you right there.