I want to make a statement about this, just for the record.
I do not know who runs this page (or maybe ran, as I’m hoping it is down by the time I publish this). However, as soon as the offensive posting, which I am not going to share, and photograph, which I cropped, were sent to me, I did everything in my power to find out who was responsible and make sure that every effort was made to take this page down pronto.
One reason that I started this blog in the first place was because of this sort of crap.
It’s bullshit when it comes from Nicole (calling my son a “dead junkie”), and it’s bullshit when it comes from Joe (coming to my Facebook page uninvited for no other reason than to intimidate me because I dared criticize him), and it’s bullshit when it comes from a critic (whoever this lunatic is).
The person who did this is just as bad as Nicole and Joe. Every bit as bad.
Here’s Nicole’s take on it.
“They have done everything they can. . .”
“They were going. . .”
“They didn’t . . .”
“They didn’t get . . .”
Who, exactly is “they”?
And maybe Nicole needs to re-read this.
She has been playing with fire. She insists that she isn’t “running any of the pages and profiles,” but when the tables get turned, she lumps every critic in a big huge They and blasts away.
I sort of understand. When you don’t know, when somebody is poking at you and you can’t see the face of the attacker and it’s coming from all directions, you just tend to lump it all together.
That’s how I feel about the love letters. They are all from Joe and Nicole. Doesn’t matter to me who actually wrote them. Nicole has admitted to one of them, and the others followed the same pattern, so that’s enough for me.
The way you can stop this sort of thing, Nicole, is to stand up and say “NO” to fakes like Charles Smyth and Ben Franklin and supporters who say horrible things about the critics. Ban those fakes. Stop your supporters (like Naomi and her garbage). Quit writing anonymous notes to people telling them that their son is a “dead junkie.” Just stop it.
I assure you that nobody will ever be allowed to come over here and write the kind of crap about your business that was on that Facebook page, ever. And I don’t have to make ridiculous threats implying violence.
I published this less than three hours ago. This is the response.
First, what exactly do you think you’re doing to me by sharing my photo? It’s a nice photo of me and Dave in Alaska snowshoeing with friends. It was 6 degrees that day, I remember, and we stopped just long enough to snap that picture because we had to keep moving to keep from freezing. We were on a trail in the huge wildlife preserve located south of Anchorage and north of where we lived in Cooper Landing.
Dave and I have been lots of places. We’re going to go lots more places. We have been able to do that because we are financially responsible and didn’t have more children than we could afford. Jealous, much?
I like the photo. I don’t give a rat’s ass who sees it.
And regarding the “shut down” thing, the answer is simply “no.” The difference between me and Nicole is that I don’t give a flying fuck if they talk about me. I really don’t even care that Nicole called my son a “dead junkie.” That says a whole lot about her and nothing at all about either Nathan or me. And I get to advertise the music every time she does shit like that.
And my other blog has nothing to do with any of this. I’ll handle it, thanks very much.
But you see, this is the sort of thing “they” do. And by “they,” I mean Joe, Nicole, their older children and their lunatic supporters.