Why is Nicole so hell-bent on revisiting this?
I think I know, but that’s coming later.
I would love to see all this money she thinks I’m making. Here’s the deal with that. Nicole does what she does, running Facebook pages, blogging, for no other reason than to get donations. It has worked in the past. It probably works to some extent now. She makes stupid crappy bows and shit and sells them on the internet and gets people to buy them out of pity. It’s online begging.
And she thinks everyone does this.
So, she concludes that I have to be doing it too.
Nicole, you idiot, I do not need to beg online. It’s the last thing I would do ever in my life. The trolls really are being sold for charity. Really. Call the Ranch and ask for Tracy. She will tell you. I won’t even give you the number. Look it up so you know it’s real. Call her and ask her about me.
For now, there’s this – the comments under that post.
What in the hell is she talking about?
Nicole, you need to explain this.
In the first place, I almost never leave our property at night. In fact, I rarely leave our property at all. We have a milk cow and baby calves. Own one for two days and you’ll understand. We can’t leave. We have to be here every twelve hours to milk and feed babies.
To go anywhere for any length of time, and that includes going to Breckinridge County to see Al, or to Bowling Green to watch an eclipse, or to Lexington to march, we have to get Jason to come do our chores and unlike the Nauglers, we pay him for doing that for us. We don’t just hope he does it because he likes us. We don’t abandon our animals and let them starve, get run over, or shot.
Nicole is accusing me publicly of doing something I have never done, ever.
You need to clarify, Nicole, what you are talking about. Put up your evidence or retract your statement.
The threat is noted—as a threat. You are threatening me with bodily harm for no reason at all. Like you, I document. And document. And document. Just keep it up.
Let me tell you who is creepy.
Watch Joe Naugler, this fat, disgusting, sweaty, ugly piece of protoplasm, come waddling out of the weeds into the road yelling at you incoherently. Watch him guzzle a beer like it’s the most wonderful thing he ever tasted.
Then come back and we’ll talk about creepy.
And to update:
Really, I cannot give any serious thought to the silly accusations of a fake profile person and a man who lost all parental rights to his first-born child and currently is in a situation where his legal right to his others is at best iffy.
I have never been cited in court for anything in my life, ever. Not even a traffic ticket. I can’t say the same thing for Joe and Nicole who make it a sort of date.
Nor have Dave and I ever been told by anyone that we cannot see our granddaughter.
We opted out. Our choice.
But I do agree that the patterns are there in the long game. Patterns like “let’s go to court” and “let’s let our animals run loose” and “fuck the neighbors” and “let’s start a GFM and see if we can beg a little.” Patterns like trash, and filthy children, and educational neglect and plans that never happen.
Those kinds of patterns. The long game.