Are you really there?
Are you just a dream?
I thought you were in there somewhere, hiding from me,
Hiding from the world.
‘Cause talking shit in person is too dangerous.
What follows here are excerpts from a conversation Joe Naugler had with Al Wilson. It’s a very long convo which took place over several weeks. I’ve tried to include the pertinent parts but not the whole thing because of the sheer length.
It began here when Joe sent Al a friend request. Joe is a peacemaker. He desires greatly to get to know Al better.
As you can see by the dates, there’s a gap. There is bunch of stuff, back and forth, that I omitted for brevity’s sake, but things began to heat up a bit when Joe made the now-infamous trip to Al’s farm and stopped to take a gander at Al’s daughter.
Please note that Joe says they stopped. This confirms Al’s daughter’s account, but Joe has often contradicted himself, asserting that they only slowed down.
So Al, in the interest of being up front about the whole thing, and obviously not afraid of meeting Joe in person, suggests that they do just that. He makes it clear in what he says that Joe cannot bully him. Joe can’t pull the shit he pulled on the other neighbor over the water because Al is not going to tolerate it.
And Joe insists that he’s a “super friendly guy” but “indifferent.”
We should totally make Joe Naugler Secretary of State. He’s just got the touch for dealing with a hostile situation. First, make all sorts of accusations, and then agree to have a meal and discuss stuff. Super.
First though, he probably needs a good English course since he cannot spell and has trouble with coherent sentences. What in the world is “my god willing way of life”?
But anyway, Joe wants to meet for a meal, on Wednesday. He’s available then. He’s not available any other time because he’s so busy with his job.
Wait. No. Anyway.
So, it’s on. Al suggested it. Joe agreed ’cause he’s a super friendly guy. Detente shall surely follow.
More from Joe, including a valiant attempt to placate Al with an assertion that Joe is only having the conversation out of curiosity. That’s going to make for solid ground to form an understanding when they meet, I’m sure.
The highlighted part illustrates part of why my husband was concerned about me doing this blog. Joe thinks this is really nothing, not even worth mentioning (only he mentions it). But you know what? If you do a search for my criminal record, or my husband’s criminal record, you know what you will find?
And then comes the little sermonette. Screw your religion, Joe. The church you claim to believe in doesn’t even want you.
. . . yes, I did call them cunts. . .
And then he has the temerity to say that’s why she became so “vile.”
No wonder he took a plea.
All of which are saved.
Right. Something like the video of the vehicular assault, showing the neighbor’s daughter clearly admitting that she rammed the Naugler van on purpose for Reasons.
. . . we went to work.
Oddly, we cannot tell. Why can’t we tell? They’ve been there two years and we can’t tell.
. . . testified to the awesomeness I profess to be.
The poor judge had a headache, I’m sure, confronted with that awesomeness.
So going by somebody’s house, and slowing down (and in Joe’s case, stopping) and having a bit of a look is not a crime. Glad to know that. Then quit bitching about people going by the Blessed Little Dump.
I am looking forward a finding common grounds of understanding.
That’s JoeSpeak, of course, but it means he’s going to be there Wednesday for breakfast.
And when Al arrived at the appointed time and at the appointed place, here is what he found.
Sometime later, Joe came over to my wall because he found my photo of an injured chicken to be threatening and starting yammering about lawsuits. During that conversation, all of which is posted here, he made this comment when asked about his no-show.
No. Al didn’t not ask Joe to meet after school at 3 o’clock. He asked him to have breakfast with him on Wednesday at 7:30, the day Joe said he was free to meet with Al.
Al was there.
Joe was not.
I guess it was just too “dangerous” to “talk shit in person,” and Joe finds being a keyboard warrior more to his liking.