Nicole, who never reads this blog, read this blog. She immediately pounced on this little gem and screen shot it. Here’s the screen shot blown up so you can read it. It comes from this page.
She posts that, and then her dumbass leghumper says that this “shows” that I have been on the Shitstead.
God, they are so dumb.
But Nicole then says “Aha! I know how she knows.”
And here’s her screen shot from that little conclusion-leaping exercise.
I said that the only enclosures I had ever seen were an unfinished chicken coop and a dog tether.
Uncompleted Chicken Coop
For the dumbass leghumpers, this is a screenshot from Nicole’s video that she posted on her Facebook page months ago. It is a tour of the unfinished chicken coop/shed.
This is just one photo, made and posted by Nicole herself, complete with the Blessed Little Watermark, showing clearly the dog tethered.
Then I speculated that perhaps they added an actual enclosure (run) for the horse. You know, after the Great Horse Breakout that occurred a while ago.
What I have no knowledge of at all is anything about drones or filming or documentaries. I have no contact whatever with the person/people doing all that. I don’t know if it’s just bullshit or if there is some reality to it. Hey, Nicole, ever seen any of these drones? I wouldn’t have any way to know about that since I live miles and miles away from the area.
But then we get this brilliant comment. It’s a cut and paste, of course. If you take her phrase (the part in quotes) and toss it into Google, it comes up a lot. Here’s one site.
But I guess Jennifer didn’t bother to read it all. In addition to the clipped part she reproduces without attribution, in the same paragraph, there’s this.
Laws vary by state, so local laws must be consulted to determine applicable requirements. It is a defense to the crime to show that an element of the crime, such as knowingly entering or remaining without authorization, is lacking. An attempted criminal trespass requires that a defendant act with the intent to commit criminal trespass, and his conduct must constitute a substantial step toward committing the aggravated criminal trespass.
Oh. That sort of changes things, doesn’t it? The supposed criminal has to “act with the intent to commit criminal trespass.” His conduct has to indicate that he’s trying to trespass without regard for the desire of the property owner.
This means that if some hunter, for example, just wanders onto the Naugler cesspool and has no idea where the boundary lines are (you know, the way the Naugler children have done repeatedly), they can’t just shoot the guy. They can’t even report him to the police for “criminal trespass.” He has to do something, and the something can’t just be “taking photos” or “looking around.”
In the case of somebody wandering onto their oh-so-precious Shithole, they would be entitled, certainly, to confront the person and ask what he’s doing there, but that’s all. No guns blazing. No threats.
. . . they have the backing of local law enforcement.
Think about that a minute. Nicole tries so hard to say that Al and Lisa and I and whoever else have some special relationship with Sheriff Pate. I don’t know Sheriff Pate, have never met him or spoken with him, and I strongly suspect he’d say “Who?” if you mentioned my name to him.
But when Nicole called the police the night of the Blessed Little Excursion, she was infuriated because they didn’t come. They didn’t come because there was no law broken. You cannot call the police and complain that somebody rode down a public road and you don’t like it. Well, actually, you can call. Nicole did. But nobody will respond. They will just laugh at you.
“Charles” finds it funny. Really?
I don’t find this one bit funny. I consider it a serious threat.
How dare she call you an idiot?
Because she is an idiot.