I guess I’ve been slacking this past week without even realizing it. Feels like only yesterday I put up a post, but it wasn’t. My bad. Time flies when you’re busy doing other things and all that. It certainly wasn’t because the HiCalibrites took the week off from being jackholes. I only wish… The horses wish. Sadly, that was not the case, so I bring to you yet another mixed bag of recaps and a little peek behind the iron curtain of their private bat cave, because it’s always fun. In fact, let’s kick off with this little clip from a private live feed Romney Faye Baker did from Manson’s hospital room last month. It was mostly to rally the troops and strategize how to deal with all this negative attention, but this tiny outtake really puts the rest of what we need to talk about today into context.
If there is one thing to take away from this, I think it’s the order that Romney Faye prioritizes things. As most of us have always known, it’s not a horse first situation. Like she said, it’s about pissing people off and getting noticed and getting that money. The fact that this was shortly after the Louisiana shit show when they were all still in some shock about how badly that blew back in their face is even more interesting. As Romney Faye says, they’re always looking for the next big thing to grab attention and if a few horses managed to get saved, that’s good too, but it certainly wasn’t her main concern. I could post the entire hour or so of them going back and forth and strategizing while they gobble pie and order more from room service, and maybe I will at some point, but this clip pretty much sums it all up as far as motivations.
Tuesday’s auction was a bit more confusing than normal as the grifting kicked into high gear. Since the Texas boogie man didn’t motivate people to dig deep, Romney Faye brought out the old tried and true `bonded pair’ angle to tug at the heart-strings. It usually works since may of the village idiots think horses are like lovebirds. At least one of them also thinks all sorrel horses are related to Colonel Freckles for some reason as well. All that aside, and the reason for all the screen shots with highlighted time stamps is the biggest lie of all that day. What Romney Faye and the HiCaliber brain trust didn’t take into account was that people know how to pick up the phone and that’s exactly what happened on Tuesday. A quick call to the auction was made at 11:15 AM to inquire about when the horses would be running through only to be told they already had. This might explain why they didn’t go live from the chutes like they often do, instead they left it up to the online volunteers to lie for them and keep those donations rolling. Keep people thinking there was still a shot to buy the `bonded pair’ even though the gray was likely already back at Misner’s. This went on until nearly 2PM when they finally came online with their `results’ and that’s when the grifting started.
Originally, HiCaliber bought 3 horses for themselves with some others, including an emaciated gray mare going to private buyers allegedly. I can’t say that with any certainty because we normally don’t hear about the PB horses again and I often wonder if they exist at all or, in cases like the gray mare, it’s just a spin to ward off any backlash for buying healthy horses over ones that really do need rescue. The larger gray gelding went to Misner and as you can see on the above screen shots, his price changes quite a bit depending on who is telling the story. Originally they say that Misner purchased him for $200, but a few hours later wanted $1100 for him. Then they had poor Thomas who they claim came late to the party, but miracle of miracles, a private buyer took a horse off their hands so they could make Thomas, who is likely going to be shot within the week, the most expensive purchase of the day at $500. Still with all the back and forths with the private buyers, it seemed like they had raised money over and above what was needed and a villager had a moment of clarity that lasted long enough for them to ask if the surplus funds could be held over for next week. This was met with some stammering, stuttering, huffing and puffing by Romney Faye Baker as she explained that Thomas cost the same as the first two they had raised money from and although he may not need twice the responsible rescue funds he was going to blow through it fast and then she started talking super fast and throwing out numbers and contradicting herself. Then, just when it looked like people may not be believing this line of crap, she said that somebody had just backed out of a private buyer. So convenient! There would be no more surplus talk! Unfortunately, Romney Faye had Dumbass Darrell’s, who will now be known as Suitcase Darrell since he moves in and out so often, granddaughter with her and she piped up and suggested they just sell the `paint’ who was the PB horse to Misner like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like maybe that’s something she’s seen or heard before. When one of the villagers pointed it out, she was on the receiving end of a rare f-bomb rant from Romney Faye. Awesome! At the end of the day, they filled their quota and brought home three horses and found a new private buyer for the paint. That happened after live feeds, so there would be no more questions about surplus funds being carried over.
Coming as no surprise to anybody other than the village idiots, the gray horse became available a few days later because he was too much for whichever buyer Misner allegedly got him for. I’m a bit squinty eyed about this because Misner has lots of buyers and he also still ships to slaughter. He doesn’t care which way they go, but the horse he paid $200 for on Tuesday but wanted $1100 for that evening, was worth $600 by Thursday and that’s not counting the over and above HiCal always collects. The timing of this was interesting in that Manson, Romney Faye and the third wheel Robyn were having a little Vegas get away. They claimed it was super secret rescue business, so that means it was donor dollar funded and, wouldn’t you know it, their meeting got cancelled so they had to stay overnight and have it the next morning. Naturally the horse was saved and named after Rene’s recently deceased horse and we were all treated to a live feed of Manson lolling around on the backseat of the vehicle talking about scat on the drive home.
Now we’re moving on to the drama portion of today’s post and, for once, it’s not originating out of HiCaliber. Before everybody thinks `Wow, Shedrow just outed herself by not blanking her name in the screenshots’, that’s not the case. Simmer down. My name isn’t Jennifer, although there is a Jennifer that keeps getting blamed for my shit and was kind enough to forward this temper tantrum from The Bell’s BFF Tony Pasterfuck. You know, I really try to ignore these people, but Tony just can’t seem to help himself from throwing his skirt over his head and running around with his mangina hanging out to get attention. They have their little revenge blog and that’s all cool. It’s fairly transparent to everybody but them that it’s about getting revenge on Manson and Romney Faye more so than saving some horses, but it’s their blog and they get to set the tone even if it’s full of threats and inaccuracies beyond what they mine from this blog. I’m glad they’ve been chipping away at it for years and getting nowhere. That’s just awesome. Even better that they decide to let Manson and HiCaliber know every move they are about to make so they have lots of time to cover their tracks and come up with excuses. Whatever works for them. Contrary to Pasterfuck’s assumptions, this ain’t my day job and I don’t give a singular shit if it’s journalistic enough for him. If I wanted to be a journalist, I would be one. A real one and not just a glorified railbird blogging for an offshore betting account that happened to stumble across a story that nobody outside the small community of racing gives a shit about anyhow. This blog has been around since 2012 and I’ve always just written what was concerning me at any given time and the anonymity is part of its appeal. I’ve said a million times that who I am doesn’t change the truth or what I write about, but if I did decide to start signing it, other people couldn’t run around pretending they wrote it and where would the fun in that be? I must be doing something right because by the end of tomorrow, it will hit half a million views in the last 2 1/2 months alone and going by the unique count, it’s not all Pasterfuck and The Bells hitting refresh and looking for material to use on their blog. For somebody that isn’t a journalist and doesn’t care to be, I’d say I’m getting the word out about what’s going on at HiCaliber just fine. What I’m not amused with is Pasterfuck trolling the comment section looking to pick on certain people for commenting. That’s not ok. Perhaps if people aren’t willing to open up to him and share information, he might want to look in the mirror. Throwing tantrums and threatening them certainly isn’t going to help his cause. Lastly, stop fucking harassing people that comment on MY blog. Grow up and grow a set. Show us all how it’s done if you think you do so much better and btw, The Bell’s use a nomme de plume for their shit too, they just pretend otherwise. Now, back to our regular scheduled blogging…
It’s not really a state secret that Stilly passed away the other day while The Manson family was on their little Vegas road trip. He also wasn’t really the reason for their page silence, but his death was a convenient excuse it turns out. He was a skinny old OTTB they picked up a month ago at auction. They never even bothered to try to identify who he really was and nobody should be surprised since none of the Louisiana horses have had that promise kept either. Other than Stilly’s intake we never really heard anything about him after auction, but last week, I started getting a few tidbits in my inbox that he wasn’t `thriving’ and to keep an eye out for him. We know they have had trouble keeping waters full and it happened again last week after I had posted about it. Sadly, Stilly died in The Price arena after being unable to stand on his own. With Manson out of town, we’re not sure what kind of a nudge over the rainbow bridge he got and we probably don’t want to know. He deserved better than to spend the last month of his life standing in the sun with no shade, not enough feed and only water sometimes. He also deserved his identity back. Rest easy, Stilly.
Lyra was purchased from Misner back in mid January and is another one we never really got to hear much about. Romney Faye helpfully diagnosed her with `maybe ringbone’ at auction even though the mare was walking fairly soundly and it looked subluxated pastern, that probably wouldn’t bring in the same sympathy donations. They claimed she was bagged up and likely had just had a foal pulled off her, but I can’t speak to that either. HiCaliber has always done weird titty diagnoses that leaves other horse people scratching their heads and slapping their knees. The last mention of Lyra on their page was the pictures of her drinking posted above. She had clearly never even had her mane untangled during her time at the HiCaliber feed lot and by the end of March, she was under the tarp with a bullet hole in her face. I don’t know what was supposed to be so wrong with her she needed to die, but I do know that if the villagers don’t take a real interest in a horse and ask after them regularly, the tend to disappear pretty easy. RIP Lyra. We’ll say your name…
Speaking of saying names, I thought we’d close out with some happier news of updates from some of the recent HiCaliber refugees in their new settings. So often they transfer rescues with no funds or follow up, so it’s nice to give credit where it is due and let people see where to follow and support them if they choose. Sully, now known as Willy, has completed 30 days at Sale Ranch and continues to gain weight and thrive. He has a way to go but in all his videos he has a bright look in his eye and seems like a pretty happy guy. It’s becoming really easy to tell what a great looking horse he was and will soon be again. You can follow his progress and regular updates on the Sale Ranch Facebook page .
Saban continues his recovery at The Golden Carrot and turns out not to be such a man hater after all. In fact, he turns out to be not such a fire-breathing dragon as originally suggested. He got to meet his hero, Pam and has been settling into the life of a horse that doesn’t live in feed lot conditions and it seems to agree with him as he continues to gain weight and make new friends. The Golden Carrot keeps their Facebook page regularly updated with Saban’s progress and Pam S drops by the comment section here with news every so often too.
I’m not sure how many of you will recall Cannon. He was the poor little horse HiCaliber bought from Misner the week there was no auction due to Independence Day. They just couldn’t go a week without buying something and topping up the eyelash fund, so Misner produced Cannon who is a cryptorchid and has some lower limb deformities as well. Even though they were in a huge panic to raise the funds for Cannon, they left him with Misner until the following Tuesday to bring home with the rest of their auction victims buys. Manson was unimpressed by Cannon and promptly declared him a likely candidate for the bullet; not worth vetting and certainly not worth gelding. Luckily for Cannon, Falcon Ridge Equine Rescue stepped up to take him and he is now known as Little Dude. He’s also doing just fine and, as you can see in the above video, he manages to get around just fine on those legs. They seem to really like him and do regular updates on their Facebook page . I believe they are still looking to raise funds so they can geld him.
Moose. Moose is the sweet old guy that tugged at many heart strings only a few weeks ago when he was bought from Misner and promptly called a compassion pull. Romney Faye and later Manson declared him as over 30 years old and asked for one last good home for him. Even though some of their villagers suggested he had EOTRH, which you can read about here , Manson declared that wasn’t the case and that they wouldn’t be wasting any money on doing dental work with him. She actually kinda contradicted herself as she quickly Googled up EOTRH and misunderstood the `lesion’ part of it. Enter TIER – True Innocents Equine Rescue and they stepped up and took Moose in. Not only did Moose, now known as Deacon, get to see a real vet, he will also be seeing a dentist because he does actually have EOTRH and needs some other work done. It also turns out he’s probably only in his upper 20’s and not mid 30’s. Other than that, he’s in pretty good health for an old guy and can look forward to much happier days ahead. If you want to follow up or contribute to Deacon/Moose’s progress, you can check out TIER’s Facebook page.
I thought I’d leave off today with this fun little mash up showing just how quickly and easily Manson lies out of her lying lie hole. If I wasn’t so bad with computer stuff, I could waste many hours doing up lots of stuff like this of her and Romney Faye Baker. It’s just how they roll at HiCaliber. The other way they roll is their flagrant disregard for the lives of the animals they’ve been entrusted with and their village idiots, always jonesing for the next big save, enable it. As we watched them celebrate themselves by the pool today as Manson sexually harrassed the young band members paid to entertain them, I couldn’t help but wonder if all those horses standing on their feedlot had full water tubs and clean pens. Lord knows the swimming pool is always clean and full and Manson’s lawn seems to get water regularly too. How do you sit on your ass drinking knowing that animals are choking with thirst as they stand out in the sun with no shade at all? I get that some people just aren’t wired to give a shit, but where I stumble is how can people keep throwing money at this trainwreck? Thankfully, it’s less and less all the time, but meanwhile horses keep getting erased and many others continue to suffer. Lots to think about for sure. Much more soon…#saytheirnames