re: Video shows dramatic Kentucky police rescue of 6-year-old girl from kidnapper’s car

This is one strange cat. I've been browsing through his Facebook and there was a point in 2019 when he went on a 10-day "fast" from talking so that the wouldn't say anything offensive. Here are some tidbits:

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DAY 1 I decided not to talk anymore. Just head nods and hand gestures. Sometimes your mouth can be a shovel. Nothing coming out is better than garbage coming out I guess. Going to take up sign language. Could help with developing better body language too. Just another step towards self improvement and I hope I don’t offend anyone. You want to converse, grab a pen and paper mail me a letter or just text me. For now this is indefinite. We got 2 eyes 2 ears and only one mouth for a reason. Listen and observe twice as much as we yap them lips.

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Well day two of not speaking or pretending I can’t talk. I feel like I’m offending the over 250,000 deaf and hard of hearing in our coverage area. They probably won’t hear about it anyway, lol. This is tougher than I thought but manageable. Except stores and drive thru’s. Played IQ leagues and no words came out of my mouth. My game is worse it seems when I don’t speak and I forget I can laugh sometimes and mumble if I want, still getting used to it I guess. This all stemmed from my dysfunctional disorganized stress inducing monster of a job machining and metal fab for LEV. Caused me to have to take drastic measures to ensure my sanity and free my mind from the immense negativity.

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Day 4 of the word fast or whatever this is. Day 3 was pretty bad so I waited till day 4 to gather my thoughts about it. Still kept my peace thru it all. Went to Severin Lang league and everything that could go wrong, did, but no words were spoke even tho I wanted to scream and cuss bloody murder, but I did hit some nasty putts and a cpl good drives. Started on hole six, 1000 ft hole, we rode the left side in the woods the entire way and got a bogey 6. I feel God testing me through my toughest days and I want to die sometimes, but it’s all about getting better and not getting bitter. Today, day 4 has been ok so far but you never know what a day mite bring forth. I plan to keep this up till the negativity subsides or I can control my reactions better.

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Day 5, still alive, still no words coming out the front or the side, had a productive day. Laundry done, groceries done, car washed, then went shopping at the mall and the constant reminders I’m alone got me down lil bit. Comparison is the thief of joy. Too many hot girls and happy couples. I feel old and ugly sometimes. Should’ve been married long time ago and it’s like impossible now to meet someone.

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Day 6 of the silent treatment shenanigans. I’m finding my real friends I never thought I had. Not ready yet to call it quits, still got some ill thoughts and I hear the voices from the good and evil sides like two dogs fighting for turf, just got to feed the right one. The last time I was talking it was a bad day and I told Adam Pile I was going to shoot his dog for jumping on me, I’m sorry buddy, Adam is good people and this is the type of garbage that comes out when we speak hastily.

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Day 7, still upholding the code of silence. Well I broke it for about an hour to talk to my dad on Father’s Day, He’s like a spiritual leader to me anyway so I felt safe to speak. Work seems to be going ok, not without incident but manageable when I hold my tongue after someone takes our chuck tool off one of the lathes, kinda irritating when tools go missing. Anyway played Severin Lang leagues today, shot 52 as mully man for second place, not a word was spoke, thanks Colin Wise for letting me in after showing up late, I went to Lapping first, didn’t realize they rotate courses. I’m starting to like being silent I think, at least it makes for a good time on the courses, it’s better than the alternative, like yelling, cussing and emotional outbursts, or just plain disruptive nonsense. No more of that, God willing.

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Day 8, thoughts full of hate, we have a thief in the shop. Had to break my silence, regrettably, to find out what happened to our lathe tool. End up just causing more conflict in the shop. It sucks being in constant paranoia of tools going missing. I feel like choking a beech like Wayne Brady. The leadership is a joke here, try to find solutions to reoccurring problems is next to impossible. No organization or structure and the lack of accountable leadership. My job is the perfect breeding ground for a work place massacre. I find it hard sometimes to get my thoughts out and down on paper, like my mind is racing faster than I can express what I’m going through. Doing my best to hold my peace and my tongue. We got people that don’t speak English, control freaks, ego’s and attitudes daily, along with a dangerous cluttered shop, parts scattered just anywhere and unlabeled, loud and dirty, unhealthy fumes, second hand equipment, absent minded boss only concerned about the products not people. With a constant revolving door of new welders, most convicts and pill poppers or on heroin, one overdosed in the bathroom. Can’t keep good workers here they hire any two legged mammal. It shouldn’t be harder to get on at Arby’s than an advance highly skilled code shop like ours. I guess if you want to build character this is the hell you must go thru, obviously it’s not meant to be pleasant, the hard road to unbreakable invincible poise and resilience. This is the reason I quit talking and preventing this frustration from spreading to other areas like my disc golf and personal life.

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tl;dr: He's a nut job.