Happy Saturday! I have to apologize for being a bit behind on posts lately. With Manson seemingly on the manic side of her mood swing cycle, I took it to mean she’s been feeling rather bullet proof these days so I’ve been out looking for horcruxes. Based on the body count for this year alone, I figure there are at least 40 if not more out there. However, even though I’ve been otherwise engaged, my inbox overfloweth so I’ve got a bit of a mixed bag again today and, sadly, a few milk carton horses to cover. It never really ends, so buckle up and I’ll try to recap or make some sense out of the past week or so.
I figured we’d get the auction stuff out of the way to begin with. This week saw the return of Romney Faye Baker sans engagement ring. It’s Facebook official so you know it must be serious and it also probably means we’ll be graced with her presence from here on out. I certainly don’t need to give a blow by blow of the auction fuckery now that we have actual dedicated FB pages to at least keep the prices and time of day honest. The usual schtick of starting with $0 and magically getting the exact amount donated with not a penny over continues. What isn’t working so well right now is the threat to leave one behind unless the village rallies. The village has been a bit apathetic about that lately unless, of course, we’re talking bonded pairs. They love bonded pairs. Total bummer there weren’t really any they could pass off as bonded pairs this week though. However, leave it to HiCaliber to find a work around and a spin so they could continue to fill their weekly quota of getting that money and keeping the body count up. Apparently parking lot deals are the way forward for the Hicaliberites. Still, even with this new strategy, money wasn’t flowing like the good old days and Romney Faye had to shake that money-maker like it was for sale and the rent was due, which isn’t far from the actual situation any given week. Sadly, I don’t have diagrams of the actual seating arrangement in the ring so I can’t say if anybody was humping Bubba’s leg, but he did make sure HiCaliber got their horses, including poor `Connor’ who got to go back home with him to stand in the trailer in the heat for hours on end until Cheech returned from dropping off yet another parking lot purchase in Malibu. That was only after dropping off Charlie at the nearest clinic to be euthanized, which I don’t actually have a problem with other than the fact they say the guy that brought him is a `notorious’ flipper and yet they won’t name and shame him because he brings them business. Instead of doing the right thing and turning that SOB in, they continue to make nice and pay him to clean up his messes while horses continue to suffer. It wouldn’t suit them to cut off their source of shootable horses because the healthy ones tend to eat up all that `responsible rescue’ money and leave little for the eyelash and nail fund.
Connor was the late in the day save on Tuesday. I’m not sure if he was no saled by Misner or they bought him off Misner after the fact. It all blurs together after awhile. However, it turns out that Connor is `somebody’ and those details may save his life since they were already positioning for him to be a `compassion’ mostly due to the fact that, like most gray horses, he has a few melanomas which aren’t really the same thing in horses as they are in humans. In fact, we were treated to a lovely shot of his anus which I elected to not share on here but I’m sure Manson saved for her personal spank bank. It turns out Connor’s real name is `Bleu Intense’ and he was one of Gary Tanaka’s horses. Tanaka raced horses all over the world and shuffled them around depending on where they would best fit. Connor started his career in France earning a group 3 placing at Longchamp before being brought over to race at Del Mar, where it appears he was hurt or something happened causing them to give him the next 10 months off before bringing him back in cheaper company. This was all right before his owner, Tanaka, went to jail for fraud and about a year before Bobby Frankel passed away. Knowing Bobby Frankel and his love for the horses in his care, Connor was likely placed in a decent home initially. It’s anybody’s guess where he went after that and how the hell the poor horse ended up standing at HiCaliber in real danger of becoming a lab rat. Manson has already suggested he may be neuro and that he needs a rectal . Apparently he `needs’ the rectal to make sure he’s pooping ok. I’m not sure why they need to go shoulder deep up the poor horse’s ass to find out if he’s pooping ok. Most people can eyeball that kinda thing and don’t feel the need to go spelunking in their rectum unless a problem is evident. Manson also seems overly impressed that he came from France. She and several of the village idiots are referring to him as a `French import’ and that may be why she doesn’t shoot him in the face right away. It seems odd that this beat up horse is one she deems worthy of keeping alive when she has shot horses in the past for sweating too much (RIP Thomas), blind in one eye (RIP Willow, Anastasia and countless others), and just generally looking at her wrong. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely think he deserves a chance just as the other ones did, but it all just seems so arbitrary. I can only pray another rescue steps up for this horse and gives him the soft landing he deserves. Bobby Frankel is probably spinning in his grave right now.
I don’t really have a bunch to say about this as the screen shots are fairly self-explanatory. It would seem that what the `responsible rescue’ fee actually covers is the `f’ word. Fluid. Sometimes it’s for vet intakes that never actually happen unless Manson is now billing the rescue for her expertise. We’ve all seen her med cabinet so charging $15 to $20 for one dose of Banamine is a head scratcher too. Remember that Manson is the one doing the intake and the vets, currently Dr. Talbot from Palomar Equine, only see the horses she feels she needs help with, which are very few. I have heard that Dr. Moss’s clinic hasn’t done any intakes since June and haven’t done any other vet work for them for over a month. Manson herself has stated dentals don’t always happen. How often have their horses arrived at their new homes with horrible teeth? Considering most of their inmates horses only get hay thrown at them, that $650 should be carrying them a long way, yet they all seem to hit the Hay and Hoof fundraiser list immediately, so maybe they aren’t eating up that extra money either. I guess eyelashes, nails and fillers are more costly than I imagined. The one thing I did surmise with all this was that Manson sending another rescue, that she has habitually denigrated for years, $50 to help them out with vet costs was a complete dick move on her part. It was especially dickish when she accused them of not vetting their horses only the week before. She was obviously experiencing a lapse in being all about the love. I wonder if she was all about the love when the money was returned with a `thanks, but no thanks’. It’s too bad she doesn’t make a habit of forwarding funds to the rescues that actually take horses off her hands.
I’m sure everybody knows by now that those fun-loving HiCaliberites are throwing themselves yet another party this Sunday. This one is fun for the entire family with food trucks, horse painting, live music and Manson promising to limit her sexual innuendos and vulgarity to only people who are old enough to grow hair on their armpits. I still haven’t heard if they will be serving up testicles in various forms off the food trucks but they did geld one recently so there’s always hope. Speaking of gelding, we still haven’t heard that Techie ever was and considering there is still an active gofraudme for his cryptorchid surgery he probably still has a hidden Easter egg up in there somewhere. Perhaps the families will get to see him get jiggy with his paddock mates. That always makes for interesting conversation with the kids on the car ride home. If that doesn’t excite them they can always view another cryptorchid, HiCaliber Holmes, as he fights over the fence with his neighbor as they navigate through piles of their own shit. Extra bonus if one hangs a leg through the pipe and you get to see the 30% vet in action. If all that wasn’t enough, I heard that Manson will be peddling her faux cannabis oil/snake oil multi level marketing crap too! I noticed they are asking for bouncers to make sure their adoring public don’t wander off and see things they aren’t supposed to see which I’m assuming are the mountains of horse shit and less than thriving horses that are likely going to be stashed in a remote area. It certainly explains the recent gathering up of some of the fosters so they can sprinkle healthy, shiny horses around the place in order to keep up appearances. Don’t forget to bring a little somethin’ somethin’ for the cash box, folks! Fireball doesn’t pay for itself!
When I saw this post the other day, I became convinced that they’re trolling. I just can’t put my mind around anybody being that delusional of full of unfounded self-esteem. I’m pretty sure Angrid was the fan girl who wrote this up and I can’t believe she believes it. I mean, even if she was the dumbest attorney in existence she still has to have a baseline of intelligence to pass the bar, doesn’t she? Her pants must have spontaneously combusted she lied so hard. Horse psychology. Really? Do the horses tell Manson they enjoy living in feed lot conditions? FFS she couldn’t figure out Saban was acting out in pain and damn near shot the horse, but not before starving him half to death. I’m not sure about anybody else, but that doesn’t scream being able to understand an animal or what they are communicating to me. While we’re on the subject of starving, perhaps she could teach a class on how not to miss a meal yourself while turning a blind eye to the weight falling off the horses just outside your window. Maybe she could get the entire team involved and Amanda can show us all how to canter around on the wrong lead and get your horse’s back nice and hollowed out as it lifts its head in pain. Bang Bang Becky can show off her mad trailer loading skills and then the favorite HiCal trainers, Fice and Maloree, could show us how they fuck up horses. Romney Faye Baker can show us how to get away with anything as long as people feel sorry for you and if we’re super lucky, Denise from Tracey Acres will come down and teach a master class on how to be a good Christian while contributing to all the hate pages. The possibilities are endless. Where do I sign up?
Sadly, we have to wrap up with yet another few milk carton horses. I don’t know why Manson feels it’s ok to erase these animals off the face of the earth and I will never understand how the village idiots can forget them so fast. The first that we’ll mention is Angus. Angus was a parking lot purchase the week before last along with the ill-fated Ditto. Aside from his knee, Angus was in great body condition and didn’t garner as much sympathy from the village idiots; not that sympathy helped Ditto out at all. These poor animals don’t even get a bath or cleaned up before they get drug down to the killing field to `run to heaven’ under the blue tarp. As per usual, no vet report or even mention of Angus again once he arrived at the feed lot. The last we did see of him was being loaded onto Bang Bang Becky’s trailer after he was sedated to the point of staggering. RIP Angus #sayhisname
The next milk carton horse, most people won’t remember. I don’t know that the poor little guy ever actually set foot on the ground at HiCaliber. His name was Treat and he and his mama, Sunday, had the misfortune to join the HiCaliber hoard in the middle of May when the Louisiana clusterfuck was at its height. They were presented along with another mare and two foals as ferals or wilds that Misner picked up somewhere. The other mare and foals went to private buyers while Sunday and Treat were bought by HiCaliber and promptly shipped off to foster never to be heard from again until Sunday shows back up at HiCaliber without Treat and promptly placed on the discount menu. It has been reported that Treat didn’t make it, but no other details available. I guess we shouldn’t be surprised given the fact that there were supposed to be 3 mare/foal pairs that HiCaliber bought from Satan that we never heard another thing about after funds were raised and, while we’re at it, several of the original Louisiana horses were never updated other than poor Gideon who is already dead along with Flloyd. Rip Treat, sorry we never got a chance to know you. #sayhisname
As Manson continues to try to rebrand herself as a serene goddess of love, I thought I’d leave you with a little reminder of what the real Manson is all about. It’s not work or child safe, but it is a pretty accurate depiction of the Manson we’ve all come to know based on her social media presence. I’ve never known leopards to change their spots and a new leaf is usually from the same tree. Summer is basically over and despite The Manson Family grasping at any straw to bump algorithms, including using a catastrophic event like Hurricane Harvey, it seems the likes and comments continue to drop along with the donations. Maybe people are waking up or maybe they have family members that realize they are handing over their rent money to HiCaliber each month. Either way, look for Manson and her board of feckless cohorts to get downright creative as certain deadlines loom and bills become due. Keep asking after those horses, especially the ones that may not seem so popular. HiCaliber may censor their page and filter out truth but that doesn’t mean every other place does. They’re not the only ones that can build an audience either. Trust me on that one. Meanwhile, I need to get back to doing my part and hunt horcruxes, so I’ll be back with y’all in a few days. Keep saying names and keep telling the truth!
