Someone Needs A Nap Or A Time Out!

Okay, if it is my World, why are there so many sources of irritation to me in it? I am not one of those individuals that believes there must be equal parts of evil and good to create balance.
Why can't we as a group, ever get it RIGHT?
And why must so many use vulnerable living creatures as pawns and podiums?

Send money or they will die. I am so sick of rescues and sanctuaries with starving and suffering pictures on the main page of their websites.
I am so sick of people who can't ride well despite having devoted years to the pursuit telling other people that they can't ride.

I am tired of opinions presented as fact. I am beyond tired of the celebrity feature in rescue.
I am tired of people fighting just to fight.
I am sick from the exposure to stupid.

I am really fucking sick of hearing about straight shoulders and polo ponies. How many anatomical features comprise an equine?
Can we pick a new one Alex please?

I am sick of amateur opinions presented as qualified fact. And snark has what to do with education, rescue, or equines?
I knew what a Tom Thumb bit was before someone presented a backwards curb and renamed it.
Did I mention, I am sick of stupid?

I pulled the cookies out of my Horse Traffic site a few weeks ago. Why? Because it has been done.
The numbers are important. But I would rather be underestimated.
Tracking is subjective to interpretation.
For instance, less than 650 readers are responsible for approximately 513,000 page impressions for someone else.
Someone else has slipped back in their rating by several thousand positions.
At this point, the blogs I created have in excess of 13,000 unique page impressions each month.
Translation, 13,000 unique readers.
Crazy.

Someone else was a topic at the most recent Horse Expo. It was like a come out meeting for those that were embarassed to admit they read.

I am not even comparing myself to the someone else. What would be the point? I already know I am smarter. I already know I ride better. I already know that my first concern in rescue is the equines.
I have no interest in bright lights and fame. In fact, I eschew it.

So maybe, just maybe, the point is being made. From day one I have tried to convey the novel concept of thinking for yourself. Don't just accept someone elses facts as your own.
RESEARCH...

I like animals. A lot... I do not own a parrot. I have no desire to. I have no want of hearing my own words and thoughts screeched back at me at decibel 10.

And for you snark lovers? I will lower myself to appease as it is probably the only thing you will take away from this.
If your fearless leader were in charge of training the last horse on the face of the Earth? There would still be nothing left to ride. Or should I say nothing left worth riding?

I think a nap. And a time out. In that order.
Self-discipline is a beautiful thing...

Awwww...Did I Get Banned Agaaaaiiiiinnn?

Whatever. That is so like not even pertinent. What is pertinent is, the We Are The World attitude displayed by the good energy folks of ABR.
Look everybody our mess is almost all cleaned up.
NOT even close...

Where are the horses going? Who is paying? What is the plan?
And Rayu. Yes, we must make folklore of his story.

There was an ad. Financially challenged girl wanted to save "Palomino" Mustang. Wonder what would have happened if he had been born brown?
So a bunch of intelligence challenged individuals got together to buy Rayu. And ship him to Nebraska.
Unfortunately, for Rayu, he was lost. But, Oh Look, now he is found. And he and shirtless man have an immediate connection.
What is this, "The Love Connection"?
Oh Crap. Rayu has been stolen. No Rayu is missing. No Rayu is in search of food.
It's a bird. No, it's a plane. No, it's Rayu.

And now ALL the ABR's and FOB's can sleep tight. Because they have once again SAVED THE DAY!
Or was it Rayu?
What a F%$^&*# CROCK!!!

I hope to God that someone somewhere has the presence of mind not to release this horse to these harelips again.

Natural Disaster At 3 Strikes Ranch!?! And The Act Of GOD Was What???

This transcends the ridiculous. "Veritable Pocket Ponies". And me, me, me. And more me. I mean I.
We completely f*&$#@ up our efforts during Katrina. But we iz ready now.
For this natural disaster. That was an act of man.
Sorry...
I have been waiting for the propaganda BS. And I was not disappointed.
HEY EVERYBODY THERE ARE CAMERAS AND EVERYTHING RUUUUUUUUNNNN TO NEBRASKA!!!

And HSUS that wanted to kill a bunch of puppies last time they were involved in something that was AGAIN the act of a man.
Is on the scene. No worries now...
Anyone want to bet how quickly these animals become classified as dangerous and in need of euthanasia?

I am far more impressed by the efforts of some who took time at their own expense to assist with resolution.
Than I ever will be by the efforts of a bunch of PAID volunteers of the HSUS vehicle of death, destruction, and the raising of more money.

Sorry for the rant. I have to go to work now. You know. One of the real jobs I have that pays me to support animals that I did not cause to be in need.
But before I go, I just wanted to say, YAY ABR! YAY FUGS! YAY HSUS! I wish I could say, YAY HORSES!
Unfortunately, I do not think that will be an option.
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I was reading and catching up. And placing some calls. At this stage, I am only interested in "EYEWITNESS ACCOUNTS".

Everyone is already thanking GOD. Patting themselves on the backs for a job well done. And basically missing the point. These horses and burros are currently in the frying pan set on, a at the moment, low burning fire.

The cost of care during the legal process will be HSUS' example of why "euthanasia" is a must.
HSUS also has standing if they are truly footing any portion of the costs.
Ain't that a bitch.

But don't worry everyone. They are my friends. And they make me feel important. And they pay for me to travel.
And they are really sooper dooper cool. And there is that hot guy. And I just know that everything will work out for the best.

FOR WHO?
The horses?
Sure.

Here is my thing. Ole Fugs knew damn well that the ABR was financing this guy. Based on, everything she has ever promoted, he was, and is, a Rescue Fail.
And yet, nothing was ever said. Or put in cyber print. Nope. Nothing.

Without even making an accusation I would like to know why. That's it. Just the why.

And poor Rayu. Seems like the unluckiest day of his life was coming to the attention of someone who could not afford to care for him.
And that was before he ever hit 3 Strikes.
They ought to just rename him. Unlucky Time Share? Cooperative Fund? I Got Hosed Shoot Me Now?

It boggles my mind that the very people who created this mess are now applauding themselves for talking others into cleaning it up and funding it.
Oh and a big shout out for the food for humans. Some ate. Some did not. Kind of sounds like what the horses have been dealing with too.
Go Figure.

The Catholic Church Does Not Support Abortion Should Rescue Be Supporting Slaughter?

Here it comes. It took me, quite literally, a couple of days, to recover from my last sale exposure.
That and starting another job to feed what relies upon me.
Sorry. I digress.

Everyone wanted to jump my shit for saying, I would be voting Pro-Slaughter. It didn't matter why I said it.
It didn't matter that all I did was say, what every rescue that buys from a sale venue, or from a slaughter buyer, does.
That is right. If, as a rescue operative, you buy from a dealer or slaughter buyer, YOU are SUPPORTING slaughter.

I have been amazed from the beginning by this. And NOT in a good way.
It is the height of hypocrisy.
Does The Catholic Church in any way finance birth control, abortion, or even, The March Of Dimes?
Nope. They do not. Right or Wrong, they stand for their beliefs.
Rescue does not.
The stunning part is, they do not even seem to realise what they are supporting with all of their public awareness campaigning.
And donation dollars.
S L A U G H T E R!..

I do not mean to be rude. But, it really is so simple. So simple, I am amazed and beyond confused, how that portion got lost in translation.
How do you keep score of a ball game when both teams are playing for the same side?

I dare always to SAY the unpopular thing. I dare always to challenge most everything.
Might go a very long way towards explaining WHY I have spent so much time in the legal system.
Rescue is a vehicle. Being fueled and driven exactly where it says it intends not to go.
What would we call that? Navigational Fail?

Sarcasm...The Minds Defense Against Bullshit And Insanity!

I realise I have been a little more sarcastic than usual. I do not know how to explain it. Except, to say, I have had ENOUGH!
I am so tired of excuses. NOT NECESSARILY, explanations. Just excuses...

As people, we all make mistakes. It is not only understood, but expected. So why, can so few ever step up to the plate, and simply say, "it's on me"?
I make some sort of mistake every day. Couldn't imagine a day where I achieved perfection.
HA!

I apologize to the animals. "Sorry, I didn't see you there". To my son, "Sorry, I need to slow down and listen to what exactly you are asking me".
I apologize to vendors. I apologize to a lot of people in the course of daily business.

Sometimes, I even apologize when I am not the one who is wrong. Seems to make the person on the other end, more willing to help. Weird huh?
Not really.


The thing is, why is it that those in the public eye, have such difficulty saying, "I was wrong"?
For me, it makes that person, at least seem, more real.


So, in dealing with rescue representatives who step up to the plate, with a bag full of excuses.
All I really want to say is this.


There is a 99.2% possibilty that whatever you have in there I have seen and heard before.

There is a 100% reality that it won't in any change the outcome in any positive and lasting manner.

There is a 42% chance that I may become sarcastic in the relaying of this. Based on, how many times the purveyor of, the excuse, has tried with due diligence, to blow smoke up my ass.


On that note, I am so thrilled to have the weekend away. Surrounded by dealers. Where the possibility that anyone I talk to may tell me an untruth is about 97%.
The difference is? I expect that from them.
And they know they hit me with nonsense at their own risk.

Have A Great Weekend Everyone...

One Other Thing.

I spoke to a rescue recently. They had completely misrepresented the information on a couple of horses that were placed in their care.
I was more than a little, terse.

I got a PR response that was so sugar coated it made my teeth ache. And of course, it was the volunteers fault.
You know, you can say a volunteer has incorrectly placed the information. But, you really need to step up as a Director and say, "I should have checked that".

I learned that from personal experience.

My response was, "PROOF READ". And fix it, "Quick and in a Hurry". And you need to note that it was erroneously published.
Because you do not know who may have already read it.

34 year old semi-retired therapy horse with many good years left in her. WHAT? How do you know?
She was emaciated. She is not rehabbed yet. HOW DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY YEARS SHE HAS LEFT???

I had to laugh when I was asked, "How do I know"? Ummm...I was there. I was there the day she was removed by trailer to the medical facility. And yes, I was there at the medical facility.
And I was the one who recommended sharing the placements.
And I am in contact with the previous owners.

One other thing I would like to address. Not all old horses can be brought back. Which is why, you dot your medical care I(s). And you cross your T(s).
Not all old horses can be made fat and shiney again. Some you have to let go.

I am not saying that this is the case with this particular horse. But no one in the world has any business advertising any 30+ year old horse as having many good years left.
You can certainly HOPE. Just as you certainly cannot KNOW.

And no, despite effusive promises to get right on it? It has not been changed yet.

Shameless and thoughtless whoring for publicity really pisses me off. Be accountible to your public.
Be truthful.
Of course this rescue is different than every other rescue on the planet. They don't just provide food and care. Nuh Uh... They provide love and a warn blanket in the winter too.

Sorry for the rant. But I did give warning. And I like to believe that I am at least somewhat a person of my word.

So Much For Project Get Along.

I am frustrated. Extremely frustrated. Now, I am seeing some improvement, so, don't think I am about to throw the baby out with the bathwater.
Nuh Uh. I am way too tenacious for that!

I think most everyone is a little familiar with what I tried to effect between SHR and DCRR.
A desire to work together and learn from each other.
Just in case, anyone was confused.
Hell, I was in it, and I am confused.
Confused how something that held such promise could have gone so terribly wrong.

That wasn't my only go at that. Nope. There were 3 similar experiments in place. At the same time.
Not to mention, all the message board use.

For What? Trying to get people on the same page. A common goal. Because, I really hate slaughter.
Makes this tough former dealers daughter want to heave just thinking about it.
I do not believe that service animals should be classified as, livestock.
That was the first mistake in the use of the language.

So what have I been doing? Poking everyone in the arse with a sharp stick. Hoping they will prove me wrong. Or, right.
I wish we could all just get one part right. For the horses. And debate the symantics at a later date.

I am very sad to report, that all 3 efforts to encourage communication and a desire to work together between rescues, have at this time failed.
I can only state at this time, that the killing blow seemed to be, Personalities before Principles.

But, I am tenacious. Very tenacious. Think Pitbull with 2 sets of teeth. And I am a fighter.
Not a quitter.

So, here is what I have to say. I would strongly suggest, that all rescues get their game on.
Sooner rather than later.
Because guess what? If, you do not? And this ridiculous fighting continues? I am going to publish every provable fact of everything you do wrong.
And you just might be surprised what I know.

Like for instance, who has the highest unattended and untreated death rate due to colic. Not who anyone would guess. I guarantee that.

And who subsidizes the greatest number of their own personal horses with rescue funds.

And who has an even more interesting background than I do.

And who has a more interesting present.

And who has the highest injury rate of adopters of poorly placed horses.

And who has the poorest monitoring of professed contracts.

And who places incomplete rehabs who die in their new placement.

And who claims to have more horses than they actually do to gain more donations.

I have more. But I think everyone gets the point. I am not interested in destroying any rescue.
Or, taking away their donation dollars and supporters.
I am just sick and tired of the shit. Because SOME of the folks supposedly supporting the cause are playing a rather large part in destroying it.
And now, is not the time. Like there could ever be a good time for this kind of shit!

Believe the powers that be have their game faces on. Believe Industry has it's face on. Pro-Slaughter thinks it has nothing to fear.
And the people who are on the fence don't know what the hell to think with all this rescue drama.

So quit the crap Ladies! And I can say that. Because, the men laid down awhile ago. And let's save some equines shall we?
We could you know? Might even be amazing what we could all accomplish. If, we would just work together.

Sorry about the blackmail. And sorry if it offends. But, I care more about the cause itself, than, I do the sensibilities of those who truly should know better.
Oh, and get those euthanasia funds in place. Because IF you get a chance to prove this cause?
You/we are going to need them.
Immediately.
Now Play Nice Damn It!!!