This one hits a bit close to home.
I can scarcely claim Frank VanderSloot as a close buddy. Truth is, he probably doesn’t remember me at all. But I once stayed overnight in his home quite a few years ago while I gave a fireside in Idaho Falls and then did a fundraising cottage meeting for BYU in his living room.
He’s run afoul, it seems, of the Obama presidential campaign, and his reputation has been targeted for destruction: