Guest Post: For The Love of Barry Boi

Before I hand things off to our guest poster, I just want to touch base with everybody and hope y’all are doing ok, staying healthy and have enough toilet paper to see you through.  Weird times we’re living in right now for sure.  I apologize for the radio silence since this started.  I’m sure some people will be disappointed to learn that I’m perfectly healthy as are my peeps.  I just buggered my hand up and have been a bit busy with life things.  This whole social distancing thing hasn’t really interrupted my flow because animals still need care so at least outside still exists for me to a degree.  I’m thankful for that.  Anyhow, all that is boring and not what people come here for, so let’s get back to the matters at hand.  Our guest post.  I’m not sure if y’all are ready for this.  I wasn’t.  It’s tough.  My heart hurts.  So, I’m going to hand things off to our guest poster for now.  I’ll circle back at the end when you’ve all had a chance to pick your jaws up off the floor.

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I found it very difficult to begin the process of writing this.
My initial thought —was about the many people I consider friends that would cut their ties or talk behind my back, because they still don’t believe she’s capable of what she’s been accused of. Well, coming from someone who was a trusted source to dispel rumors and lies previously, this is no different. Because what Michelle, Ingrid, and whoever else have been saying……have been lies.
I found myself compartmentalizing previous “guest posts”. While were a few who had known Michelle well enough for me to believe their experience as fact, some were more like “7 Degrees of Kevin Bacon” and they made false or highly exaggerated claims.

 

However, this isn’t about a non-profit operating haphazardly. It’s about bad ownership and neglect that can’t hide under the umbrella of an organization and I’m just a girl who fell in love with a bunch of horses, that probably forgot what it was like to have lived in a real home and be loved if they were ever so lucky. I know I’m not the only one who silently promised to see them through to their forever homes. I was motivated, albeit suffering from pretty severe compassion fatigue by the time I moved off the ranch (by the requested eviction date), to continue assisting with the horses care after hearing of some new “business plan” wherein Michelle was rebranding herself (in what capacity-I never paid enough attention because I did not care).

 

My focus was always on the horses. For a while it felt like a clean slate, maybe it would be a great small-scale ranch where we all work together to adopt out the remaining horses, but they actually had to go to homes. That was the deal. My mom and many friends would constantly ask me why I was still helping as they saw the toll it took on
me physically and mentally, being reminded that any time spend there was time away from my own horse. But my horse gets fed 3x a day, with additional flakes thrown at night when the temperature drops. His 106’x66’ stall is cleaned throughout the day. He always has friendly visitors to give him treats and I maintained a 4-5 day a week schedule with him.
Michelle’s horses don’t have that luxury.  If not for a friend and I constantly staying vigilant in the proper care of equines—they would have dropped weight a lot sooner, gone without baths, grooming, having rocks from the herds picked out of their hooves, empty/or dirty waters, wounds and ailments NOTICED and addressed. About 99% of the photo and video content posted was taken by myself or my friend. They would have gone without human interaction, exercise in the arena, and most of all, love. I can’t answer the question as to why the ones that are there won’t confront Michelle and stay true to how they really felt in sidebar conversations. I became more confrontational with her in the final months leading up to my decision to walk away-as I stated in private messages that have been posted. I was met with snark and lies.

 

I take full responsibility in the role I played as an enabler for the past 3 1/2 years. We all have a difference of opinion or perspective and I really just thought I was helping these horses until they were adopted into families. I wasn’t bringing Michelle food, Starbucks or any other personal requests. I picked up feed only a handful of times at Hampton because they were not my animals and I didn’t feel financially responsible for them. I will only financially take care of my own horse, as I have since the day he became mine.
Robyn tried to get money for hay from all the residents towards the end of HC and boy was she slack jawed when I showed her all my monthly payments through Paypal for my horse, you’d think the treasurer would have known that….I would never be stupid enough to give them cash, I even paid the former (and still my current) farrier personally with cash, check or directly through Paypal.
There was a total shift upon moving to Pauma Valley (Joe the farriers parents’ property).
Prior to being “personal horses”, the remaining equines at the former ranch were mainly taken care of by volunteers and the residents that didn’t include Robyn or Michelle, her (Michelle) excuse of being busy “raising money” in the comfort of her house seemed justified with the amount of horses and the fact they never missed a meal (yet). While yes, Michelle filled waters…about 4 times maybe, that was when we were an absolute skeleton crew (4-5 of us and over 130 horses) and I couldn’t be outside in the heat for more than the 10-11 hours I was already doing.

 

Pauma to me, was to finally lay to rest the opinion that so many tried to push on me. I form my own opinion of people and didn’t feel right adopting others views without being analytical myself.  I TRULY thought Michelle would take advantage in a positive way. Step up to the plate and prove everyone wrong.  I refuse to bash Michelle’s horse-sense. She is very intelligent when it comes to horses. I’ve seen her confirm medical issues before a vet can even utter it. I’ve watched her work with horses and how most would soften under her guidance. Which makes their lack of care that much worse, it’s HER lack of caring ABOUT them. It takes a certain kind of evil to be able to sleep at night while your animals have sub-par care and empty bellies, bodies full of unattended wounds and underlying illnesses. In short, I wasn’t a wolf hiding amongst the sheep, waiting to attack.
She considered me a friend. I considered her a …..person who had too many damn animals.
We had a very strange relationship. She would vent to me and ask for my honest opinion- sometimes at 2 or 3 am, whether she liked what I thought or not- she’d listen. I often felt sorry for the personal hardships she had been dealt and just figured if I was there making sure the horses were ok then it was one less thing for her to worry about and she could focus on how to bring money in for the animals care. Once the numbers got down, I figured we’d all kind of fade off and she would solely care for the remaining few she had wanted to keep.  Because ultimately finding homes for the horses was our/my goal.  I didn’t foresee what would ultimately lead to the dissension amongst the group and my removal from that toxic environment.

If I have learned anything from being in the company of Michelle, it’s that the squeaky wheel doesn’t get the grease, it gets the boot. And then comes being labeled a “hater” with reasons being “she probably wasn’t getting enough of Michelle’s attention”, “they didn’t get the horse they wanted” or something to that effect. Neither apply to me.
I was discussing my frustrations to very few for a long time as I never knew who would relay info back to Michelle. I didn’t trust many people with how I often felt. I tried talking to Adrianne a few times, but she’d muddle the conversation and underlying message so bad that Michelle would throw an all-out tantrum. I really wish I had video of one, they were insane and also somewhat funny to witness.  The tipping point for me -wherein I felt compelled to document what was happening, was Barry.
(Warning: disturbing images follow)

 

I wish those days were the lasting memories I had of and with him.
Sadly, this would be more accurate:

We all loved Barry from the moment he set his hooves on the ranch. I’m not referring to Michelle or Brittany.  Michelle thought very little of him until she saw the response to her Del Mar video featuring him. Britt never received much of Michelle’s attention; anyone who spent enough time there could see it plain as day. Britt also vented to a few of us quite often about her mother preferring Ajay to her or that she felt her mom simply didn’t want to be with her. So, when we saw that the kid-who could literally not care less about most of the animals thrown at her (in lieu of love and attention), was Barry’s new owner, we all became suspicious.
In the following weeks after Michelle “adopted” him for her child, Barry would get plenty of attention. Britt would ride him while her mom supervised and paraded him all over the ranch while we were still full of volunteers. Britt would join myself and another in the daily mucking of our privately-owned horses for all of maybe 2 weeks (yes, we did muck our own stalls, contrary to what has been stated prior). Then she lost interest. She couldn’t even be bothered to put his fly sheet or blanket on him. Barry would subsequently spend a majority of his time in a stall. His little girl no longer receiving the attention from mommy, so her time with him no longer served a purpose.
Others and I would bring him out, bathe him, turn him out in the arena, give him his daily previcox, and I was even lucky enough to take him out on one last adventure under saddle, before his life came to an end.

While out on our ride, Barry would get spooked by another horse and left me with no choice other than to bail off his back. He would end up in a ravine along training, after trying to make his way home.  Upon hearing this, Michelle was of no help, shockingly (sarcasm) she wasn’t even at the ranch. A few others and I spent well over an hour guiding a very scared Barry up a steep incline and out of almost knee-high mud.
We spent the next 2 hours at the barn with him, grooming all the mud off, cleaning up minor scrapes, and settling him into a barn stall. Not his little girl. Not the mom who made many believe in her daughters’ “connection” to him. I don’t even recall her requesting text updates on his condition.

 

Sadly, Barry’s age and lack of vet care took its toll. The move to Pauma Valley was hard on him, Barry started going down throughout the entire period of his stay at that property-due to no longer receiving the injections for his legs he needed and not getting the turnouts he should (with having arthritis). I would show up often to a down Barry, struggling to get up. Face covered in scrapes and wounds.

Once, he hit his face so hard into the stall wall that he bit a chunk of his lower lip, leaving me to remove a piece of hanging flesh.

I should have spoken up on his behalf; I should have questioned why I was the only person to tend to his DAILY incurred wounds. Instead, I would stay with him until he was calm and comfortable, treating all his injuries and changing his wraps.

Even with an infection, Michelle left wrap changes to me. I wasn’t the one who lived within 100 ft of him😒.

Every time I saw him, he would be worse. Neither Robyn, nor Michelle, took it upon themselves to clean him up.

(I never got a response…)

I can’t think of even one occasion that Michelle, or Robyn for that matter, would handle his medical care. No call to a vet was made. No vet saw him.

 

I was surprised that I got slight assistance after getting him up, one afternoon, from Robyn; mostly it was only my friend and I. He needed the muscles on his back legs stimulated to get the blood flowing after spending who knows how long down and struggling. He was wobbly so Robyn held his lead while I kneaded and worked his muscles.  Aside from that, Robyn was beyond worthless.
Many of Michelle’s shit-talking texts were from that period. Robyn stayed at her husband’s house with her daughters and rarely showed up to help or visit her own horses. So, my friend and I took it upon ourselves to be Barry’s caretakers. My friend even bought Valentines gifts “from Barry” for Britt and left them at his stall—notifying her it was there. Days later, there it sat. Along with a lonely, heartbroken Barry.
One evening, we saw her approaching the barn. We asked if she was finally coming to see Barry, “No, I’m coming to see Corky. I like spending time with him”.
My friend and I were furious and flabbergasted.

 

Now Michelle will give some bullshit excuse such as, “she can’t watch him decline, it’s too hard for her”.  This is the same kid who sat on a dead horse while playing with her phone.  She didn’t give a rat’s ass about him. Just like the pug she calls a “piece of shit” or the n-word and carries around like a rag doll. Like her mother, she feigns interest while getting the attention she seeks from others. When the spotlight and adoration wanes, so does their “love”. Barry needed extra care, that’s it. When he clearly wasn’t going to get it, he should have been put down due to discomfort. He was in pain all the time his last few months.

Sadly, he would wait for that compassionate release for many more months. Even with someone offering to pay for the injections.
So, I would continue to show up. For him. For all of the animals.

(Screenshot from a video sent to Michelle and Robyn. After getting him upright and cleaning his eye)

(pre-flush)

But I would always do my best to clean him back up and allow him to be kept comfortable with pain management.

That mouth will tell you how much pain he was in. He thrashed so often and for such long periods that his left eye remained swollen for well over a week.

 

I was the sole person painstakingly cleaning every single wound. How do you see that face and not feel the need to care for him? How do you allow your child to shirk her responsibilities and just let the care fall upon others? I guess I was just raised better than that. And I have a conscience.
Barry would once more make another trip to yet another property. His body completely failing him at this point.
Next would come the GoFundMe.

This photo couldn’t be more misleading to the relationship, or lack thereof, he had with the girl who was supposed to love him. I always remembered when Michelle asked Britt on a video what she would do when he could no longer be ridden, “love him” was her calculated answer. Because like her mother, she knew what to say to pull at people’s heartstrings. (Off camera-she was nothing but racist profanity and disrespect for people and animals alike)
Barry would get a bullet and his body would remain in his barn stall to bloat and stink for 3+ DAYS. Yes, he was cremated and no, Britt never shed a tear or came to say goodbye to him.
I said my goodbyes the morning he left this world and couldn’t help but bawl my eyes out. Michelle was all dramatics as usual (because there were people around) and stated that she had an “unreal moment” with him before he was gone. He probably looked at her and thought “finally, I am free from you”.
After that day I was vigilant in making sure that every horse’s issue was addressed, repeatedly if necessary. However, with my school semester creeping up in a few months I knew I had little time left with the horses.
My friend and I busted our asses grooming horses, taking photos and getting video for adoption ads as we were still being told the majority of horses would be leaving. As we had access to the messages on the AlphaMare page, we would learn Michelle was turning down offers for horses but showing more interest in people who wanted to pay her to take theirs. Ice Cream, Chance, Christina Pagan’s 3, Monarch…..it’s like it wouldn’t end. These horses would just show up, no discussion with the actual caretakers of the animals was had.

-And we all saw how much she loved him by how under worked, under fed and beat up he was/is. He was also well behaved for EVERYONE. Way to sabotage a great future for him.
What made it worse was as previously posted, the lack of help on Michelle’s part and her endless list of BS. Empty or filthy waters, her NEVER mucking-not even once; depending on others to supply the grain that the hard keepers needed, and what made me feel nothing but malice towards her, under feeding the horses and damn well knowing it.
My friend and I were there 2-3 days a week with me being solo on Sundays. We would be there from around 8:30ish am until around 8-9pm at times. I believe there was only 1 day a week that Michelle was responsible for all the care and needs of the animals. Aside from my friend and I, Ingrid had also voiced a concern for the amount the horses were getting fed. She’d vent her frustrations; Michelle would condescendingly chime in and Ingrid would apologize for speaking up. Until she just stopped complaining and became almost submissive, I suspected a full lobotomy at that point.
The amount of feed created such issues within the herds when it came to aggression, more wounds were showing up from fighting over food and it was exhausting. We’d sit and watch everyone eat, dragging the avocado feeders further and further apart to prevent the bullies from eating the majority of the 1 flake per horse allotment. So, we just started feeding them the appropriate amounts and figured we’d deal with Michelle’s wrath later.

-Michelle’s dinner vs Horses dinner

One morning while my friend and I had shown up there was no hay, not a big surprise as MANY times we’d have to call Robyn (before she split) or Michelle as to who was going to go get hay so we could feed. Ingrid picked up hay quite a bit and from my observations Adrianne paid for 99% of it, always calling in orders. While we waited to hear, another resident came out and chatted with us a bit. We discussed how they were basically convinced to move there under false pretenses, “everyone hangs out, takes care of the animals and it’s really relaxed and peaceful”. Right…. This person didn’t know Michelle was either rarely there or hiding inside. Then my friend and I were made aware that the horses actually missed a meal due to no hay and Michelle not caring. My friend would leave and not come back after hearing that. She was done.

 

It was increasingly difficult for me to keep returning without the support of another person who saw through all the bullshit. They were my second pair of eyes to make sure the horses weight was kept up, previcox was actually given out, waters were cleaned and filled etc.

 

I had planned to continue going weekly to monitor the animals conditions until school started. I had taken a few weeks off from going out to get ready for the semester and just decompress with more time spent with my own horse. Until I went out with a girlfriend one night and ran into the ranch resident. It was made aware to me that at that point the horses had missed more than that one meal we knew about. I was told verbatim “it’s more like 5”. I was in tears on my way home and immediately messaged my ranch friend the next day. Something had to be done.
Michelle still texted me quite a bit to figure out how to navigate school as the horses were put on the back burner after she was allowed to attend college classes. School (ie free money) took precedence over everything.

(Enrollment and FA take literally MINUTES to complete 🙄; Michelle conning someone into grooming her horses for her)

-Her lying is so bad that she’s “in class” on a day there are no classes and before the semester even began..oh boy.
And apparently no one else cared the cows were supposed to get a bale a day but were rationed about 4-6 flakes a day. Kim Said also told another that she often feeds breakfast and dinner within an hour of each other because she can’t be bothered to stay all day. How about just pick one meal to feed and have someone else do the other? I can’t even believe she owns a horse.
Anyway, I had enough. Your heart can only be broken so many times and I could no longer stand the thought of the animals with empty bellies except for the sand they ingested. The low, filthy waters, lack of vet care and just care in general.
I was going to feed on one of my last days out there after taking a bit of a break. I pulled up to an open property gate and one of Christina Pagans horses was out and nose to nose with some mares in the front herd. I let everyone in the group chat know as most were oblivious to securing gates and even how to catch a loose horse (like, don’t even know how to halter a horse, and that is not a joke). Upon putting the horse back in the arena, I noticed a plethora of snot pouring from his nose, and now those mares, in a herd of around 12, would most likely get sick also. Along with the others in the arena. Cool.
I doubt Christina was notified that her horse was sick but if you’re dumb enough to board your horse with Michelle, then you shouldn’t assume she’d update you on your animal- like a legit facility would do.

 

But that wasn’t the worst of it. As I went around and said hello to all the animals, I was horrified. There were so many skinny horses and Solar and Spartans stall was absolutely flooded due to the leaking hose that no one swapped out. Now I had been taking care of a bulb abscess on Solar’s back right. I ended up having to put a boot on him as no one would allow him a dry arena to stay. I tried moving him, but he was always moved back to the stall that flooded on and off. A wound on the inside right of Chrome was unwrapped, exposing skin that was sloughing off, oozing open wounds with hot to the touch flesh. Hello infection. The last time I had changed the wrap, I had started dating them, to be sure it was changed.  Michelle was there with her new victim, oops…. boyfriend. As I’m crouched down cleaning Chromes leg I hear an obnoxiously pleasant voice say “hi……HI…”, I looked up to see Michelle. I said hi and basically focused on Chrome, she came over and jokingly said “I was wondering who the blonde way”. “The same blonde that’s been taking care of the horses for the past 3 years…” was my answer. She laughed and then introduced me to her ATM, whoops…. BOYFRIEND. Then she continues to tell me she wanted to talk about a wrap change schedule (I was internally confused and also laughing as she was clearly putting on a show), I guess I muttered something and she informed me how she had just changed Chrome’s wrap a few days prior. Let me try this again; she’s telling me she changed Chrome’s wrap, the same wrap I was removing that had the last day I was out’s date written on it, a few days prior. There are no words. This is the level of pure idiocy I was dealing with. I even sent her photos of said wrap with the date on it right after it was last wrapped. The woman makes my brain hurt. Once she was gone I would go get an extra bucket of grain to give to Chrome, thankfully Ingrid must have picked up a bag of senior. I did not want him leaving with an injury and underweight, but I could only do so much.
On December 3rd I told them I wouldn’t be committing to any days out there anymore. I attempted to get Adrianne to learn how to halter and lead a horse, in case of an emergency. She was 100% not interested. Maybe because I wasn’t Michelle? Who knows? But I couldn’t watch the horses continue to lose weight, grain not be provided for the older ones and wounds that were ignored by everyone except me.

I was still in constant contact with my friend who had left; I vented all my frustrations to her. I was then approached by an outside party. Word was getting around about the lack of care and the condition of the horses. Michelle had also been lying to my friend and I about actually following up on rehoming certain horses. She would reach out to people she had absolutely ripped apart online and I wasn’t surprised that they didn’t respond to her messages. No one wanted anything to do with her, that’s why Chrome went to Ohio- no one wanted to be stuck in the contracts that AM had bought from HC. She had even been in talks with a place for the cows to go- but in December she just stopped following up with the livestock sanctuary that said they’d take them.

 

I was given the number to call to report everything I had seen. Looking at those horses, I knew I had to do it. My report was taken around the 2nd week of January. I was asked if I still had access to the property and I said yes. I was asked if I could return and get updated photos and video documentation. I was picking up previcox and knew Michelle wouldn’t turn down a hand-out, so I said I’d drop some off.  Adrianne was on the property and left after my first 5 minutes there. I spent a good hour or so walking through the herds and photographing everything. I was always one to take photos, so I knew I had documentation by the week and month showcasing the deteriorating condition of the animals.

 

I had a feeling that after my friend and I were no longer there to speak up about the care that things would go to hell and I was right. Horses that would freely roam the property while we played music and cleaned– looked AWFUL; they’d rushed to the fencing to knicker at me. Specifically, Tortuga.

 

The donkey purchased for Michelle’s son, Ajay. Like Barry, I spent more time with Toots than the boy he was bought for. He would call for me and push all animals away as I entered the herds. I loved his dog-like personality and affectionate nature. So sad to see another animal given to a child that would neglect and ignore it.

-I always made the time to snuggle him. It wasn’t his fault he was bought to languish in a herd of neglected horses.

(Bonsall- Rizzo and Tortuga)

(Bonsall- Rizzo, Solar, Shasta, Tortuga)

Always my little shadow.

 

I would leave with a heavy heart and a sick feeling in my stomach. I would send everything to the assigned officer. I would return once more and document Braveheart, Christina’s horses, Change (former private buyer auction horse), Rizzo and again Solar. I would go visit my mom and just start crying the second I saw her. It was too much. Everything that has been posted was first given to who we entrust with taking action against neglectful people like Michelle. But my friends and I would wait weeks and hear nothing had been done. Notice after notice would be posted at the property, but of course these would be ignored (just like the letter from the AG I saw on the seat of Michelle’s truck), ultimately giving Michelle more time to pressure Adrianne and others to chip in more money for feed.
Michelle would contact me after the Shasta post. She was convinced it was an old photo and would send me one “from today”. She must think I’m stupid because Shasta looked like she had been curried, but still just as thin. Imagine telling the person who took the photo, who knows the photo is not even 30 days old, that it MUST be an old photo and then make up some BS reason as to why she’s skinny. The only reason was carelessness and neglect. That’s it.
I would be asked a few times who I thought the “mole” was and it was truly difficult to pretend to speculate. I’m a terrible liar and cringed every time I got a text or call from Michelle. Ever have a one-sided conversation with a sociopath? Boy, it was painful to say the least. I just needed to keep my access to the horses secure in case it was necessary to document more.
After more time had passed and clearly no action was being taken, I needed to make sure this just didn’t go away. If the officers with Animal Control refused to do their jobs, then I needed to make sure that Michelle knew she wouldn’t be able to hide what she was doing and that the people assisting her blindly aren’t innocent either.
I then caught wind that Kim Said was telling people I was the mole. This was prior to any photos being posted that I knew directly pointed to me. I didn’t care and was relieved to have a real “out” of future conversations or interactions with anyone there but the things that were posted were things I had said privately to Michelle. The same person who talked badly about Kim since she first volunteered at HC. So I took it and ran with it. We all know that if someone talks badly about others with you, that they are surely talking badly about you with others. This couldn’t be truer with Michelle.
But seeing as how she felt the need to talk to someone, she knew I detested, about me…. I’ll offer up the story of the bedroom window drug deal 😊
This was within the first 3ish months of living at the ranch. Michelle, Robyn, Myself, Britt and another, were in Michelle’s BMW coming back from I think the Spaghetti Factory. We come off the 78/Washington and Michelle stops at an ATM, she says something about the Wells Fargo- HC card and gets out and retrieves money. Her and Robyn are blathering on while we drive in the neighborhood right by the car dealerships on the edge of Escondido, around Garrick Way. We end up in front of a residential house and Michelle gets out. The other person in the back seat and I were exchanging confused glances as Britt was verbally assaulting Robyn. I look to my left and see Michelle knocking on a window and an old man opening up. She says something, hands him cash and he momentarily disappears and reappears a few minutes later. When she gets back in the car, Robyn must have smelled pills and starts to whine in a very juvenile and disgusting tone, “you didn’t tell me you were stopping at the candy man’s!”, Michelle reminds her that she didn’t have any money and she wasn’t going to front for her pills anymore. We drove home, quiet in the backseat- we had just unbeknownst to us, been taken on a drug run.

Love, Skeletor aka Sarah

Now that everybody’s head has exploded, I’ll take the mic back for just a minute.  First off, I want to offer my sincere gratitude and respect to our guest poster.  It’s no secret that I’ve been harsh in the past.  Vile even.  That makes it all the more humbling when somebody like that decides to be the bigger person and reach out for the common good.  We don’t all have to agree on every single point, but those of us that are truly in it for the animals, will always have our common ground and goals.  We ultimately want the same things.  We want these animals liberated and cared for as they deserve.  If the pics and videos of BarryBoi didn’t break your heart, you don’t have one.  The fact that Manson can’t lay down her sword and get over herself enough to end this suffering tells me all I need to know about her.  She’s a monster.

I’m sure many of you are sitting home with many worries of your own right now.  I hope you all stay healthy and secure and we can move forward into a new normal once this is over.  A better normal where maybe we appreciate the small things and learn to appreciate enough rather than constantly seeking more.  In the meantime, let’s make some use of this idle time and keep the pressure on these agencies to do their damn jobs.  They are essential services so they’re still working.  These animals need help.  Let’s not let another innocent soul suffer like Barryboi did and let’s not let his sad ending be in vain.  Once again, Thank You, Sarah.  You are a warrior and I appreciate your leap of faith and tenacity.

PS. This post wasn’t necessarily a last shot and by no means all there is as to the fuckery that is Manson.  Screenshots abound.  The longer those animals are held hostages, the more will trickle out.  I. WILL. NOT. STOP.  #releasethehostages

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From Bad To Worse

Where do I even start today?  You know you’re hitting nerves when one of the staunch village idiots escape the butterfly net and comes over here to teach us all a master class in grammar and idiocy.  They seemed to have missed the memo that I don’t have a single fuck to give about their opinion, but I do enjoy a good tantrum. Today’s post covers a few things as well as  featuring another former HiCaliber inmate.  This one is even worse than the past few we’ve covered and we’re going to keep doing this until all these animals are safe. I don’t care how many idiots come over here and freak out.  I don’t care about all the behind the screens machinations and scrambling to cover tracks.  Fuck that.  #releasethehostages.  Anyhow, I’m pissed about this situation so let’s get at it…Y’all know the drill by now…

I’m going to start out by setting the tone for what is to come.  Mostly it’s to illustrate what a liar mcliar pants Manson really is.  This is a rent app she filled out when she was looking to jump ship at the old place. I mean, where do you even start with this work of fiction?  Shelley Cochran? Service dog?  No mention of HiCaliber at all and claiming to make 25 to 40k a month. Well, that part may have been close to accurate for HiCaliber but she was claiming she was working for alphamare.  Oh and Romney Faye as a CEO for 10 years?  Her illustrious career as grifter in chief barely lasted 2.  Then you have her claiming to never be evicted or have a recent bankruptcy.  Lies on both counts.  Remember, her inability to rent a place was all somehow the haters fault.  No wonder `Shelley Cochran’ didn’t get the place she was trying to rent.  Beazley to the rescue!

So this is Wrinkles being a complete and total tool and apparently stealing her mother’s meds.  Charming.

Not sure who these drugs belonged to but Manson apparently diagnoses herself with lupus and prescribes her own meds for real and imagined issues.  Whatever…

Here is Manson talking shit on Kim Said.  Kim is still an insider or at least plays the part of one.  She’s probably woefully unaware that Manson talks shit on everybody behind their back.  EVERYBODY.  Kim might want to think about that before she goes ham in defending her much more.  This is the kinda thing that brings people over here to the light.  Just sayin…

I’m just going to park these here for posterity.  They clearly show ongoing feeding issues and Beazley’s involvement.  It’s going to segue us into the meat of this post quite nicely.  The part I teased a bit of in the last post…

Today we’re going to talk about Rizzo.  We’ve mentioned him a few times on the blog and you can just run his name in the search bar here and it will all come up. He had the misfortune of being acquired by HiCaliber all the way back in 2017 when he was only 2 years old.  Manson rode him around and, after finding out he was broke and papered, helped herself to him for $1 under the pretense of protecting him from being snapped up by somebody that would ride him too young.  Keep in mind that Manson herself was reaching maximum density at the time.  It’s the same old story that a horse that put up with her sealed his own fate and even more so because Rizzo is decently bred and was really good looking.  The bottom line is that he was never available to the public and, from what I’m told, people have tried to purchase him from Manson and she’s always held out for more money.  Rizzo is now 5 years old and not quite the same horse.

Here is Rizzo last year at Rancho del Grifto.  If you recall, Rizzo was one of the horses that was horrifically injured that Manson attempted to grift for money for at the old place. He had a big hole in his chest.  He has long since healed up from that and while not fat, was in decent weight at one point last year.

A lot to unpack with these screen shots.  You have Manson clearly aware that Rizzo is not well and unable to get a vet.  Because nothing is EVERY her fault, she neglects to mention the fact that she owes a fuckton of money to her last vet coupled with the fact she’s repeatedly thrown her vets under the bus when she got busted playing 30% vet herself.  So, rather than pay those bills, Manson reverts to her default setting of lying and scamming.  Fake names, attempts to sign the horse over to somebody else to take the heat and then just saying `fuck it’ and randomly dispensing leftover meds she had hoarded from the HiCaliber days.  I don’t know of any vets that will just randomly do blood work for you without having laid eyes on an animal, but I do know Manson still has her precious blood machine she spent so much HiCaliber funds on.  Anyhow, the take away was that as recently as January Rizzo was very sick  and without a firm diagnosis.  I guess this is the part where I should probably just SHOW you what has become of poor Rizzo.

Here is Rizzo within the last month.  He’s only 5 years old and failing fast. This beautiful young horse that had multiple offers from good homes is now a skeleton stashed on the back of Manson’s property.  Oh and for those remaining idiots that think we photo shop and alter these pics?  How about a little live action?

Video taken at the same time. This horse is in trouble and NOT under a vet’s care.  I dunno about the rest of you but his body score looks to be much lower than a 3 to me.  I feel like a broken record, but how do you lift a fork to your mouth knowing this is going on right outside your window?  Before she pulled her page down, we saw Manson with her shrimp salads, fake nails and other creature comforts all while this was going on right outside.  I can’t even comprehend that much and then to know that she prevented these animals from having proper homes because of her greed and pettiness just adds a whole other level of assholedom to this situation.

It’s all well and good to read all this stuff and be outraged.  What normal person wouldn’t be?  However, my motive for all this is action.  That’s where the rest of you come in.  It is time for a bunch of wheels to start squeaking loudly.  I know many of you have been. Keep up the good work.  For the rest of you, pop on over to HiCaliber Horror Facebook and they have helpfully done up some graphics showing the before and afters of these animals.  They also have some threads and discussion on how and who to report to.  That’s in the comments here as well.  Make it clear that these horses are in a rapid decline. All of these horses have been in Manson’s possession for years and all look far worse than the day they were `rescued’.  As infuriating as this all is, try to keep emotion or personal feelings out of it beyond a concern for the welfare of these animals.  We know Manson is an evil twat.  That’s neither here nor there as far as these agencies are concerned.  Karma can deal with her in due course, but these animals are running out of time.  Her inner circle has literally collapsed and continues to do so as she stabs them in the back and leaves them holding the bag.  They are emotionally and financially drained.  She has no idea who and how many of them are now talking.  The cheese stands alone.  I think it’s time to cut cheese, don’t you?  More to come…

 

 

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Bona Fide Shit Show

Remember a few months back when Manson was crowing about how happy she was that she was surrounded by loyal friends and how glad she was to have come through the fire or whatever?  Basically stating that the ones left standing were her tribe and most trusted minions?  Well, Happy Friday everybody!  It’s the best Friday ever because we’re going to be spilling a whole lotta tea today.  This comes courtesy of some concerned parties from Manson’s own inner circle.  Which parties, you ask?  That remains to be seen, but I guarantee Manson is going to point fingers in the wrong direction which works out awesome because the more hands that feed her (and her horses) she bites, the more tea that gets spilled.  The mole (or moles) may even be incriminated in this post, because there is no better cover than flaming yourself right?  Sometimes the `dumb one’ isn’t all that dumb. Sometimes the `dumb one’ doesn’t appreciate the disrespect, but we’ll leave that for Manson to figure out.  For now, get out your popcorn and pull up a seat because the tea is piping hot and overflowing today.

I need to point out a few things with this first round of screen shots.  Obviously, it’s a conversation between Beazley and one of the other minions regarding some hungry horses.  This is from back in September. Braveheart is specifically mentioned and we’ve all seen what his condition is by now.  Beazley, clearly drunk on koolaid, half assedly (that’s a word now) defends Manson and openly admits that she’s selling off assets.  That needs to get sent directly to the AG files btw.  The more the merrier with this stuff always.  I also feel the need to say that the people talking in these screen shots aren’t necessarily the ones that sent them to me in most cases. In some cases, it might be the people being talked about.  Just sayin.

Just in case Manson tries to shift the blame, this is her clearly telling her people to cut back the hay.  As far as I’m concerned she can stick her calculations up her ass because if a horse is dropping weight and showing ribs, you need to feed it more.  WTAF.

Some more talk about skimping feed from their private bat cave. `Christina’ is Christina Pagan and she boards her horses with Manson. Some of my auction moles will remember her for being the festering twat with the GSD that attended a few times.  She was also the custodian of Betty the pitbull when she got run over and killed.  Those of you keeping track of code violations might want to forward this on to them as Manson is boarding horses and doesn’t have the right permits for that.

I’m going to break this next part down for everybody.  Here we have one of the main foot soldiers/benefactors telling Whacky Jackie (y’all know her I’m sure) not to worry and that the horses are all well fed and cared for.  Because Whacky Jackie is a village idiot, this would have been all she needed to hear.  Well….

Behind closed doors, Dunckel sings a different song.  I can’t say as I blame her.  She’s been funding much of the feed on that property and is understandably burned out.  It must be quite frustrating to give until it literally hurts and it’s never enough and the person you are `helping’ contributes nothing.  It also must suck to be known as the `dumb’ Ingrid, but we know Manson makes a habit of biting the hands that feed her and that’s kinda what brings us all here today….

More proof that `Dumb’ Ingrid knew and was concerned with the lack of feed and water despite what she is saying on public pages.  It’s almost like she’s in an abusive relationship with Manson as she pleads for forgiveness and mercy for pointing out that animals are suffering. Is Dunckel the new Wrinkles?

I’m guessing it’s JonASSthan they are talking about here considering he has his horses there and is also getting sick of being Manson’s bitch boy.  Apparently it’s all our fault that Manson doesn’t like working with horses any more and not the fact she can’t exploit them for $$$.  Well, there is a real simple solution to all of this.  RELEASE THE HOSTAGES!

I think this is a pretty good place to leap off for today.  There is much, much more to come but `we’ felt it best to break this down in digestible pieces. Rest assured that the moles have done their part in reporting things to the proper entities and that’s beyond awesome.  That is first hand, boots on the ground, eye witness testimony.  What we need is for other voices to come together and report this. Take the screen shots and make your complaints.  They are clear as day with Manson telling them to cut back on feed and being aware it was not enough.  Clear as day Beazley admitting Manson was selling off HiCaliber assets.  Be factual and connect all the dots so these non-horse people at the various agencies don’t have to think or work too hard.  Meanwhile stay tuned, we have as series of guest posts coming up that are going to bring us all full circle.  One mole, two mole, three mole four?  You never know how many people are willing to step out of the shadows when Manson routinely shits in her own nest.  Stay tuned!

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Next Up On The Slab

Here we go again…I mentioned last post that Shasta was a tip of the iceberg situation and I’m sure you’ve all seen that Mucho Chrome made it out finally and the condition he arrived in Iowa in.  Trust me, that wasn’t due to his journey east either, but I feel like I’m preaching to the choir here.  Well, the choir and the cheap seats because, you know, `Hi Manson and Adeline Dimond oops Becky Turner, I mean Angrid’.  I could even see how maybe one horse got sick or had some issue causing loss of condition, but that’s not the case at Rancho del Grifto we’re going feature our third hostage today.  I’m thinking this one is gonna hit a lot of you right in the feels.

That’s right…today’s hostage is Braveheart.  These are his before pics.  Pics of him hauling Manson’s ass around  at the old place and pics of his condition at Rancho del Grifto when they originally moved in, before the alphamare page came down and before Manson ran out of HiCaliber assets to pawn for feed.  If you recall, Braveheart was yet another `rescue’ that Manson helped herself to under the pretense of making sure they were properly placed or somesuch bullshit.  The rest of us know that the only reason that Manson helps herself to a horse is if they will put up with her gunsel ass and/or she thinks she can make some $$$ flipping them.  Of course that never really works out for her since she downgrades any animal she touches, but the delusion is strong and guess who pays the price for that?  In this case that would be Braveheart.

Here is Braveheart’s current condition.  These are recent as in 2020 recent.  Still not convinced?  Need to see a little more?

How about these?  This is a HUNGRY horse likely with a gut full of sand and worms as well.  There is no reason for this.

I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m pissed.  Beyond pissed actually.  These horses all had people wanting to adopt them.  People that would have given them their happily ever after.  I’m sure there are still people that would step up and help these animals, but here we are over a year after the end of HiCaliber and the fuckery continues.  Enough.  Manson clearly is too dick drunk to give a shit.  How do you walk right by these animals that are clearly starving on your way to your eyelash appointment or to stuff your face full of burritos?  How do you put even one meal in front of yourself knowing they are not eating sometimes and never enough when they are fed?  The very fact that there are still moles should tell you how bad things are for the hostages at Rancho del Grifto.  So, here’s how it’s going to go down until she finally gets the point and releases the hostages: we’re going to keep exposing the situation she is creating until she either releases every last one of the hostages or AC steps up and does their job.  What can all of you do to help?  Light up those phone lines and be relentless until it is over.  ENOUGH.

PS.  JE, stop trying to make Ontario Auction happen because I sure as shit am not done with you either.

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Tsk, Tsk, Here We Go Again

Mic check, one two, one two…Anybody still out there?  It’s been a nice little break of sorts or at least it has been for me.  Thanks to all you for keeping things going and I apologize for not putting something up sooner if only to give a fresh comment section to banter in.  What can I say?  I’ve been busy not being a blogger and it’s been glorious.  Actually, that’s not entirely true as conversations behind the scenes are ongoing, but at this point in our journey strategy comes into play. So, without that being said, I have a little update of sorts.  Think of it as a teaser of what is to come.
Coming as no surprise to anybody, the water situation continues to be dire at the most current crash pad for Manson.  I guess it’s hard to keep them topped up when you’re never there and are working your new trick who happens to have zero interest in horses.  It doesn’t help that your few remaining volunteers are getting burned out adn can’t be there 24/7 either.

This is Shasta and these pics were taken right after Manson’s eviction from the Valley Center ranch. This was at her stop over place until Beazley lost her ever lovin mind and bought the current one.  To refresh memories, Shasta was a HiCaliber horse.  She was briefly adopted out before being returned.  If memory serves she was too much horse for the person or something, but subsequent videos showed she was a little lame as well.  However that all shook out, the poor mare made the mistake of not dumping Manson’s ass when she rode her which basically sealed her fate.  She was one of those unfortunate ones that Manson helped herself to under the pretense of making sure they landed softly or whatever line of BS she was spewing at any given time. I do know it was not because nobody wanted her.  There was interest in Shasta but like Chrome, Rizzo, Braveheart and others, she was never really available for being adopted once Manson laid claim to her.

This is what Shasta looks like now.  She’s not an old horse or anything like that.  She’s HUNGRY.  This is what happens when you place otherwise healthy animals on severe feed restrictions as you try to stretch the tiny amount of feed you manage to scrounge or get your very burned out remaining volunteers to pay for.  I guess being so scuffed up and skinny is just part and package of fighting for your groceries.

I’m sure people are wondering how this little update came to be.  I don’t have a bunch to say about it at the present time other that Manson has no idea where the leaks are or how many there are.  Let’s just say that you can only abuse your inner circle (such that it is) so much and even people that maybe aren’t all that interested in horses notice ribs showing and maybe those same people have a conscience.  Maybe those people are closer to Manson than even she realizes.  Wouldn’t be the first time somebody that shared a pillow with her had enough and did the right thing.  The only side I’ve ever been on is the side of the animals she holds hostage for whatever reason and I welcome anybody to this side because I’m like that.  I’m just like that….More to come…

PS.  RFB, begging for a plane ticket to Dallas was low even for you.  Knock that shit off or you’ll be on blast soon too, just because I’m feeling salty.

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Doubled Down

We’re going to keep this even shorter and sweet today.  I ain’t got time for this shit but in the interest of keeping y’all in the loop here’s some updates straight from the Grifter’s lie hole.

 

 

Where to even start with this shit?  First of all, nobody that Manson would like her village idiots to think hacked her if she was even hacked at all.  Just didn’t happen because who could be bothered?  This is a pattern with Manson which she often uses to make people give her money.  It’s all the haters doing and poor Manson is the victim.  What is probably the case is that Manson was tinkering with something she shouldn’t and lost control of her own page.  Or should I say Manson and Romney Faye were because don’t think RFB isn’t still deeply involved here.  Next, let’s look at the whopper she’s telling about the FBI and DA.  Seriously GTFO with that.  Big talk from a big liar.  Even if there was a shred of truth I think all of us are intimately familiar with how slow the wheels of justice turn.  As if we are to believe that these very busy agencies will drop everything because a small time hustler under investigation with multiple agencies for fraud and other crimes, would get immediate action because she lost control of her nickel and dime Facebook page she has hijacked from a defunct non-profit.  Bitch, please.

 

Don’t worry Angrid, I got you!  Oops, I mean `Becky’.

 

 

Like the good little village idiots they are, a few of them have offered to scrape up some feed for Manson’s hoard.  At this point I’m seriously concerned.  There has long been talk that Manson is only buying a few bales at a time and often is getting others *cough*IG*cough* to do it for her.  Her page hasn’t even been disabled or whatever it was for more than a week and already she is in this much trouble?  Clearly the VIs are almost tapped out as the best they can come up with is scraping up some leftovers and cow hay.  With this in mind and because these animals are truly innocent, I will put this right out in public that Manson, it’s time to release the hostages.  If you truly are unable to feed them, then contact the blog and I will guarantee you we will get every last horse out and safe.  Lord knows the haters have baled enough already, I’m sure we can come together one last time for the good of the horses.  Release the hostages, Manson.

As always, I strongly encourage anybody that is having some red flags with these screen shots, to report them.  The more the merrier,  Again Manson talks about her business and finances being filtered through the former HiCal page.  Exactly what `business’ does she even have besides lying and begging for money? She talks about her mortgage being due.  That’s a lie or at least the insinuation is a lie. There probably is A mortgage payment due but the property is still in Beazley’s name so unless they are playing funny with the bank it’s Beazley’s ass that is about to get hung out to dry.  That’s about normal for anybody that deals with Manson though.  Lastly, the pic she used clearly shows how edited and shopped the last few images were because she’s looking puffy again.  NTTAWWT, but you know….LIAR!  BTW Manson, you’re welcome.  Always happy to keep everybody in the loop even if you aren’t.  TTFN!

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The Wheels On The Bus…

FINALLY, I’ve gotten around to getting together the next installment of `Straight From The Grifter’s Mouth’.  I apologize for the long wait but, in my own defense, I’m hella busy these days and I had kinda planned on this blog being in mothballs by now,  pending the outcomes of the various open investigations against Manson and HiCaliber.  Yes, they are still open and active.  However, I have am both blessed and cursed with more than my fair share of tenacity so I feel compelled to see this through and keeping the flames of outrage stoked.  The only problem with that is there are literally hours and hours of audio to sift through and I’m sure y’all remember how freakin annoying Manson’s voice is.  As you may have guessed, the theme of this round of audio clips is Manson and her ass barnacles throwing people under the bus.  Mostly.  I have a few extras today as well just because I’m random like that.  That being said, it’s that time again.  Pull up, buckle up and pour yourself something cold.

 

Death of Umbra from Barn Brat on Vimeo.

This audio was from a leadership meeting shortly after Umbra’s death.  They hadn’t even made their official post about it yet.  ​Who could forget that live feed where they sat around laughing and eating pizza while Eclipse screamed in the background from the barn and not a single mention that Umbra had just passed?  I’m surprised Manson’s pants didn’t spontaneously combust with the whoppers she was telling her team at this meeting.  Poisoned?  Really?  How about you took an orphaned foal and had her `nursing’ off a mare that never was pregnant?  Just for starters.  Then add the fact she was deformed, post surgical and exposed to God knows what as far as disease on that property.  BTW, still waiting for the necropsy report or do you get one when you just chop her up in the stall with Talbot in plain sight of the mare?  I’m re-pissed about this entire situation now.

Adagio from Barn Brat on Vimeo.

I guess before we back up that bus, we’ll just stay on the horrible death theme for a bit.  They are discussing Adagio in this clip.  She thankfully spent her last days with a capable foster, but it seems her death wasn’t all that peaceful.  Of course it wasn’t Manson’s fault because she was too hopped up on opiates to deal so Sugar Daddy Richie and that fucking monster, Taylor went out to execute her.  As we have come to expect from her, Manson shifts the blame any other direction than herself.  No Manson, it’s not the foster’s fault because  she was only a foster.  It was YOUR call to send Richie that day and nobody else’s.  Yet again a horse suffers and pays the price for your laziness.

Kill The Next Batch from Barn Brat on Vimeo.

As we’ve always heard,  Amanduh takes her turn shooting horses in the face too.  They talk about as casually as if it’s washing the dishes although rather chilling that they refer to the next `batch’.  Gotta get that multiple body discount for the body removal!  Actually, we’ll expand on the multiple deaths in another post.

Lots of interest in Howard from Barn Brat on Vimeo.

Remember Howard?  He came in with a hole in his sinus and needed a rather expensive surgery to fix it. Just another example of the inner circle cherry picking the best horses.  They talk about How much interest there was in him, so tell me how that translated into him ending up with Wrinkles for $1?  At least she took him with her when she jumped off the sinking ship that is Manson’s life.  The pics are recent of Howard and Kennedy in their new digs up north.  Hope whoever Wrinkles is currently leeching off has enough cash to feed her animals.  Kennedy is looking a bit thin.

Manson Blames Romney for the Louisiana Situation from Barn Brat on Vimeo.

Time to back that bus up and the first one under will be none other than Romney Faye Baker!  That’s right, while Manson was accusing the haters of making fun of a grieving mother, she was busy throwing her good friend under the bus and laying the whole Louisiana shit show at her feet.  To Manson’s way of thinking, that was when all hell broke loose as far as haters becoming vocal.  Even though I’d been digging and keeping track for quite some time before, the first actual blog post about them was during this time and I wasn’t the only voice speaking out.  It makes me super excited for when this all finally hits court because Manson is going to shift the blame any direction she can and we know that Romney Faye is yappy as shit too.  It will be glorious.  I can just taste the popcorn already!

Kelsey’s turn under the bus from Barn Brat on Vimeo.

Do you notice how Manson qualifies saying shitty things about people by saying they are still friends but she’s separating her friendship from business or something?  No Manson, you’re talking shit about your friends and laying blame at their feet when they are not around to defend themselves.  She also talked a lot of shit on Kim Roeh, including claiming she practically raised her son.  I’m going to leave the obvious snark about that statement up to your imagination.  Too easy.

The Mean Girls of HiCaliber from Barn Brat on Vimeo.

Manson isn’t the only mean girl of the crew.  Here we have Amanduh and Skeletor joining in on the cuntiness by complaining about how somebody breathes.  The person in question being a volunteer that came and did chores while they all sat on their asses and lived rent free.  How dare she!  I mean maybe she was drunk, but I’m sure it wasn’t like she was rolling around on the pool deck licking salsa off the ground or anything. You also hear Manson chiming in the background about her `Chiclets’ and, I have to say this is a minor dig on appearance compared to some of the other things they said about other people on this audio.  Things I won’t release because I feel they could harm the people involved, but let’s just say Manson engages in her share of body shaming as well.

I swear this post was already half done when Manson posted this ridiculousness the other day.  It’s almost like i was prescient with the clips I was working on. Paying it forward?  Biggest cheerleader?  Oh hell no!  A more accurate statement would be that she’s the `friend’ who will eventually turn against you and use every secret you confided in her as a weapon.  That is when she’s not talking shit behind your back.  As she shifts her focus to all things penis, let’s not forget what brought us all together.  While she posts her dick pic du jour,  people don’t seem to notice yet another horse or yet another dog she’s manifested on a very small property.  I have no intention on launching  a save the penis campaign but I damn sure am not going to sit on my hands while she attempts to grift her way back into exploiting horses again.  We all know the routine.  Draw in the followers by posting a trending topic or something smutty, lubricate them with juvenile humor or oversharing and then hit them with the big ask.  It’s the end of the month and rent is due.  While Manson figures out her next grift,  I’ll work on our next round…Stay salty, my friends!

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Somewhere In The Middle

You know the old saying about there being two sides to every story with the truth lying somewhere in the middle?  That’s probably important to keep in mind when reading today’s post.  Some readers are going to be pissed off at me for it and I really don’t care.  I’ve mulled this over for quite awhile.  I’ve done a lot of digging.  I’ve had it sitting around marinating for months and keep coming back to it.  While HiCaliber is the common denominator in this situation, it only minimally involves them beyond the old birds of a feather deal, but there are a few familiar `birds’ in this flock besides HiCaliber. If you’re looking for snark, this probably isn’t the post for you.  If you’re tacking up for another long campaign, I really hope this isn’t it either.  I just felt the need to document a few things that have bothered me (and others) for quite some time.  In light of the recent shit show out of Kaufman regarding the 25 yearlings from Bartons this is timely and now the whole CERF situation, it is indicative of an elephant in the room with Thoroughbred aftercare.  I’ll get to that in a bit though. For now, put on your thinking caps and follow along.  This is gonna get weird.

Rented Cop had a rather undistinguished racing career, never recovering his purchase price or even winning out his conditions .  Still, he toiled away at various SoCal tracks between 2009 to 2012.  While he started off in Maiden Special Weight company racing at tracks like Hollywood Park and Del Mar, he wound up his career racing for a $2000 tag at Los Alamitos.  Looking at his form, it is clear he likely had some issues as there are large gaps between some of his races with one of those spanning 15 months, not even racing at all in 2010 before being brought back by the same connections.  All this is easily looked up by anybody.  What happened to Rented Cop since his last start on January 29, 2012 is where things get a bit complicated.  It’s obvious he broke down to some degree that day as he was vanned off.  The next time he is traceable was the above post which was made on April 2, 2012.

 

Rented Cop, soon renamed `Pepsi’ ended up at Premier Equine Rehab within days of being rescued.  There was mention of a fractured sesamoid in one post and he appeared in remarkably good condition for a horse that allegedly came from a feed lot situation. Obviously a cute horse, he generated a fair amount of interest according to Jenny Earhart aka Premier Equine Rehab and was adopted out within a month.  I should probably note that PER was not a 501c3 at the time but did take in OTTBs for rehab/rehoming.  In a perfect world, this should have been Pepsi’s happily ever after and the most anybody should have heard of him from there on out should have been cheery updates, if that.  I wish that was the case.

 

Even though Pepsi’s adoption was announced all the way back in May of 2012, he was pictured still at Jenny’s ranch and listed as `in rehab’ September.  I do not know if his original adoption went through or if he was returned due to soundness issues.  It would be easy enough to give the benefit of doubt if this was all there was on Pepsi.  Sadly, the plot thickens.

By October of that same year, Pepsi was announced as being adopted again.  I guess the fact that he was adopted as a trail horse means whatever landed him in rehab earlier was no longer an issue or at least patched over.

In January 2014, Pepsi was still alive and well, even if not quite in the same shape as he was upon intake.  Again, it’s easy to give the benefit of the doubt as horses fresh off the track are usually in peak physical condition as far as coat, weight and fitness.  Even injured horses like Pepsi are still going to look good fresh off the track and they will look much different when they fall out of fitness.  I am not entirely sure where he was when this pic was taken or if he was still with his adopters.  Sadly, the next time Pepsi showed up on the radar, there would be no benefit of the doubt as to his condition.

The next time Pepsi shows up on the radar he is emaciated and part of the Fallen herd. For those of you that haven’t been following the HiCaliber shitshow for years, the Fallen `rescue’ happened in February of 2015 and was a large scale rescue of mostly OTTBS out of Nevada.  It was also the beginning of the end for HiCaliber as it seemed to be the turning point of where greed took over.  However, that’s another issue for another day…or not.  From what I am told, he was only at HiCaliber long enough for Jenny Earhart to pick him back up and HiCaliber merely transported him or her.  So, a bit of a number fudge for them to count him as one of their rescues, but that shouldn’t surprise anybody.

Barely a few months later, Pepsi is adopted out once again.  Surely, this would be the one that stuck and gave this horse a soft landing.  Nope…

 

 

Yet again, Pepsi shows up in trouble.  In December 2016 Pepsi showed up at Mike’s Auction.  Auction Horses listed him as an `Appendix type’.  Thankfully, he was spotted by another rescue and Ms Earhart arranged to have him bought back…AGAIN.

Once Pepsi was back in her possession, Jenny did a bit of damage control and assured her followers he was finally safe.  However there are a few red flags in this little post not the least of which is that she slid in there that he had actually run through auction prior to showing up at Mike’s.  Rather than enforce her contract, she elected to let him go for $800 to an alleged good home with no contract. Wow. The other problem with her post was the whole broken ankle excuse and saying he had been gone out of her possession since 2012.  The above screen shots show that is clearly not the case.  That horse bounced back and forth between adoptive homes several times according to her own posts.  I’m not sure if this post was intentionally vague, but it almost shifts some of the blame to HiCaliber as `the other rescue that seized’ the Fallen horses.  She neglects to mention she picked the horse up from them the very same day and it was she, not HiCaliber that adopted him out.  For once, and only this once, they actually don’t have any blame in this situation.  (we’ll return to their habitual fuckery on the next post). Let’s also not forget that back in 2012, when Jenny now says she turned Pepsi over to Fallen, her earlier posts had said he had been adopted out as a trail horse. So where is Pepsi now?  Sadly his ending was not a happy one.

Pepsi’s next stop was a sanctuary/rehab place in Mount Shasta.  The above communication is from their founder (No, the email was not to me) and tells us that Pepsi was put to sleep and the condition he was actually in.  Hardly surprising given the number of homes this horse cycled through after falling through the cracks on a regular basis.  I get that mistakes happen and that some adoptions don’t work out, but how many times does one horse have to hit a bad home from the same rescue? I wish I could say this is an isolated issue with Premier Equine Rehab but that does not seem to be the case.

Remember how I mentioned that at any given time I have several posts rattling around my draft folder in various states of doneness?  This is one of those posts.  I have literally been following up on this stuff for years as the odd disturbing things hits my radar.  The above screen shots were the first thing about Premier Equine Rehab and Jenny Earhart that lifted my eyebrow.  Michael Gipson is  a POS kill buyer.  For whatever reason, he went all in on the fact that Jenny sent horses to him in the past and he made them disappear.  I don’t know if that is true or not.  One one hand, Jenny denies this, but on the other hand Gipson insists it’s true.  Neither one of them are well blessed with integrity so it’s  tough to say.  I’m merely laying this out for other people to make up their own minds on it. Maybe something more current will help them with that?

I am told that PER operates out of three, possibly 4 locations.  The above pictures were taken at her Norco location in March.  This is in line with what I have been told from more than one source about the level of care the less than high profile `saves’ get up until they vanish.  What generally happens is that pictures are taken when the horses are fresh off the track and looking great and that’s it.  Many of them disappear.  I’m sure some are placed in adoptive homes or flipped or whatever. PER doesn’t really do a lot of updates on horses after intake.  I’ve already posted about PER offering up a rescue horse as a broodmare all the way back in September of last year.  I said then that there were some things bothering me about them and it seems to just keep piling up.

Does anybody remember this old buckskin stud that Manson manifested last June?  He appeared to come from Salvador’s place or one of the usual suppliers anyhow.  The village idiots dutifully handed over their lunch money for him (there was another fundraiser showing close to $500 for him) even though he promptly went to Premier Equine Rehab.  Naturally they asked for money for him as well which is totally normal for a rescue to do.  The only problem is where is that horse now?  He’s dead and he was dead very shortly after arriving at PER.  Was he one of the trailer corpses?  I have no way of knowing, but apparently that’s a thing with PER.

I’m sure most of you have seen the horrible publicity racing has been getting lately.  Actually racing always gets more than its fair share of bad publicity and it’s not always deserved.  Right now, aside from the breakdowns at Santa Anita, there is a a lot of propaganda going with the slaughter issue at racetracks.  If you were to believe the mainstream media, horses are walking straight off the track to slaughter and that’s rarely, if ever the case.  Thoroughbreds actually make up a very small percentage of horses shipping to slaughter and the ones that show up in kill pens have often been off the track for years.  The problem is that they are easily identifiable due to their tattoos.  Because they are a higher profile breed and stir up a lot of emotion in people they can often make it rain as far as funding when you do pluck one from a kill buyer.  What many people fail to realize is that the race industry takes an anti slaughter stance and many tracks have anti slaughter policies in place.  Such is the case in southern California.  All Magna Entertainment owned tracks have adopted an anti slaughter policy that states: ” any trainer or owner stabling at an MEC facility who directly or indirectly participates in the transport of a horse from a MEC facility to either a slaughterhouse or an auction house engaged in selling horses for slaughter will be prohibited from having stalls at any MEC facility.”  You can read article about it at this link.  This is all well and good as far as  being able to say that the industry is taking an anti-slaughter stance, but it’s all just for show in some ways.  The people that are ethical and would never send a horse to slaughter or a flipper don’t need those policies to do the right thing.  They do the right thing because they care.  The ones that don’t care find a way around it and this has created racetrack rescuers/ horse launderers.

I’m not saying that every person or organization that takes in OTTBs or even specializes in them are shady.  They aren’t.  There are a lot of really good organizations that deal with aftercare for OTTBs.  Then there are the ones that are the middlemen.  The ones that exist to launder OTTBs.  They take in a lot of OTTBs and aren’t as discriminate where they go.  If they can rehome them, great, if not…well, there are ways to make them disappear and they are the layer between the racing connections and the `bad home’.  That way if the horses do turn up in a kill pen or on a truck that flipped over, they don’t trace back to the track connections.  The `rescue’ takes the blame and creates a plausible explanation for how that happens and makes sure the next lot they send, direct ships.  Trust me, this happens and nobody wants to admit it or talk about it.  How I’m told this happens is these horses are `retired’ with supportive funds.  I’m told that this may or may not be the case with PER.  I don’t know myself with 100% certainty.  I do know that where there is smoke there is usually fire, or at least a spark smoldering, and for some reason I get inboxed about this rescue with increasing regularity.  I am by no means saying burn them at the stake, but I am saying to ask questions.  People should be able to ask respectful questions to any rescue and if 2 + 2 isn’t giving you 4 then ask more.  The HiCaliber mess was years of inconsistencies and red flags for so many people and got so far out of control.  We’re still putting out those fires and will be for the foreseeable future.   I know that you can usually judge people by the company they keep and this seems to apply to PER.  No, I’m not talking about Maggot because she’s nobody, but I am talking about the track connections, the trainer that signed Jenny’s license and the smoke around him.  I’m talking about the HiCaliber connection which would be a whole other post just for that.  She takes in a lot of horses all the time.  She just participated in that large rescue of CERF horses.  Where is the follow up on every horse?  Where is Kenny from HiCaliber and so many others?  Why is PER listed with Guidestar in Colorado instead of California? All I’m saying is ask questions and make up your own minds.  There is a bigger story here that has little to nothing to do with PER, but this is a start.  Somewhere in the middle of all this lies the truth.

 

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Gunsels R Us

I was truly fine with sitting back and watching Manson attempt to reinvent herself as a self help guru.  I was even fine with her laying claims to being a writer and plagiarizing other people’s work.  All good in my hood.  Then, being the vile hosebeast that she is, she had to go ahead and post up a `training’ live video complete with lies about who the horse is.  This caused my tinfoil beanie to blow off my head and now you all, my dear readers and hateful lurkers, are the beneficiary of me venting my spleen rather than finishing the posts I’ve been threatening to forever.

So as most of you know, we were treated to a training live from Manson today.  I can only attribute it to her feeling emboldened by her new spate of followers that are mostly on her page for the vag talk.  To make sure her viewership was boosted, she let her inner sanctum know in advance.  You know, to get those wheels of grift extra lubricated and bump those algorithms just like in the days of yore.  Flipping in and out of her uber annoying false accent that she employs when she’s really lying hard (it’s one of her tells), Manson hefted her ever expanding bulk onto a soapbox and did a completely unsatisfactory impression of somebody that knows anything about horses.  I’ve said it a million and a half times, but she has no feel or instinct.  Zero.  Nada.  Niente.  We’ll get to the training method in a bit.  First let’s talk about the subject and recipient of her ham fisted attempts at training.

 

That’s right folks.  Re-meet HiCaliber Spartan.  Keep in mind the screen shot from today was from selfie mode on a camera so the markings are reversed and she’s not actually leading from the wrong side. Spartan has been under Manson’s control since December 2017 when she picked him up in the parking lot at Ontario.  He was considerably less wild and abused’ acting back then although I wouldn’t put it past her to have him drugged up on that day. ​ So when she goes on about how fearful he is and how he’s so abused, just know that he was under her stewardship since December of 2017 and what you saw today is a product of her `unfucking a rescue’ horse which she claims is her area of expertise.  That’s also why Manson didn’t want to tell his name today because it’s all right there for people to look up for themselves other than the intake sheet.  That’s mole shit and I have a whole bunch more where that came from.  Chirp chirp and all that.

 

Now, go back and look at the video I just posted and ask yourself if that was a shaking and terrified horse.  Somewhere between that day in December 2017 and November 2018 the entire back story on this horse changed and he became part of one of Manson’s little creative writing for dollars exercises.  Today she told her audience he had put somebody in the hospital getting his feet done.  That’s about when I sprained my eyeballs from rolling them so hard.

Now that we’ve established who the unlucky recipient of Manson’s gunselness was today, let’s talk about what a fucking idiot she truly is when it comes to horses.  It’s easy to talk to a group of internet folks who really have no clue about horses and horsemanship, but this was beyond bad.  The only good part of any of this is that Manson did not attempt to ride him because she is rapidly approaching maximum density and I get that body shaming is a no- no but really, she should not be riding any horse that isn’t a draft horse right now based on her size.  She shouldn’t even be riding a draft based on her lack of skill.  She did address her expanding girth saying she was being kind to herself and all in her feelings or something but apparently she ate every last feeling and everybody else’s too.  Whatever. She can eat herself onto my 600 lb Life for all I care, but just leave the poor horses out of it.

 

If Spartan wasn’t a sentient being, the `training’ session would have actually been funny.  Manson is such a poseur.  She pontificated that she isn’t like other trainers and she knows what works for her horses.  Because of this, she thinks it wise to approach an agitated and cornered horse from behind.  It’s a testament to this horse’s kindness that he didn’t kick her fool head off.  The reason real horsemen use round pens is so those horses don’t feel cornered and they always can see an out.  Cornering one like she did today is why some horses will come at you hard.  She also has him dragging a shank with a nylon halter for whatever reason.  Amazing he didn’t hurt himself; pity he didn’t hurt her. How she expected to accomplish anything when he was clearly only worried about getting with his friends in the bigger paddock, is beyond me.  I will say it again and again, but Manson has no feel or ability to read a horse.  She laces her spiels with a few buzz words and flaps her arms around a bunch, but anybody that has been on a horse more than once can see right through the whole shit show.

As I write this, Manson is drunk on live feed with her trusty sidekick Wrinkles. They seem drunk and salty anyhow and are talking about Romney Faye banging Dumbass Darrell, bitching about Tara aka Satan and telling the village how they can support their sorry asses.  As I have said many times before, she can do whatever the fuck she wants as long as she’s leaving horses alone.  Apparently it’s time to roll up my newspaper and smack her nose for the umpteenth time after what I saw today.  I will do it as many times as it takes, but I gotta admit I’m busy AF lately with adulting and life.  Still, I feel there is quite a bit to talk about and cover, so me and one of my `collaborators’ are thinking of coming to you live.  Don’t get moist, nobody would recognize me even if I did go full face frontal, but that’s not going to happen. You’re probably going to look at my boots or something. What will happen is we’ll let you know once we have the logistics worked out and give you a when and where and you can ask all the questions you want within reason.  I can promise you that I will not discuss my vagina, there will be no flatulence or burping and my personal life isn’t fodder for hits.  We do want to talk to you about where we’re at with the HiCaliber stuff and also set some truths straight on the slaughter issue.  I am a reluctant participant in this, but my latent lazy tendencies cause me to think this might kill a lot of birds with one stone.  Of course I’m not talking about MY little birds.  No worries there.  I’m talking about things that are easier explained `in person’ than just written about.  I may also change my mind, but I will keep y’all posted.  If anything, it will be bean flick fodder for the fecal matter people even though they’ll have to admit I’m not JM.  Perhaps I’ll have a plate of crow ready for them. Served ice cold, of course! Watch this space…

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Same Cons, Different Days

Before y’all get excited, outraged or triggered because of a new post, just calm down. This isn’t a real posty post per se. I do have a few in various states of doneness that require me to be motivated enough to finish them.  My current sitch is a distinct lack of motivation along with several irons in the fire, but they will eventually see the light of day here if only for documentation purposes. In the meantime, I figured we were all sick of looking at our favorite attorney at the top of this page so I’d give you a new placeholder to comment under. Also, because we know the village idiots all lurk here, maybe they’d like to know what their hero is really up to while crying how broke she is and getting them to hand over their lunch money to feed her ever expanding hoard. 

Yup, it seems that the novelty of working with the animals has worn off for Manson and 3 to 4 whole stalls are just too much for her to handle as is the reality of taking care of the property and, apparently, taking her own trash to the dumpster. She can’t buy her kid a birthday present without begging but she is offering to pay for people do her chores.

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So, while Manson is dropping none too subtle hints for the village idiots to buy hay for her hoard and whining that she has to use gift cards for her kid’s birthday presents, she’s still putting the oxygen mask on herself first and looking for a massage. For most of us with injuries and chronic pain, we manage it through physio therapy which is not always fun. (I swear my physio guy moonlights as a dom.) For Manson, trumped up injuries mean massage therapy and free Botox and lip fillers.

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Meanwhile, Manson is still trying to pass her auction mutt off a a service dog. She has never really stated what exactly the dog is trained to actually do and, by all accounts, the dog is ill mannered and unruly when in public. Yes, Manson throws around some buzz words and terminology, but we’ve already been through where this dog came from and where Manson got the vest for her. In fact, you can refresh your memory on all that in this old post.

Even though Manson gave away her other GSD and her Pittie Betty, she has taken in a new dog as of late.  She was `fluid’ about whether or not he was going to become part of her hoard, but he was there for at least a week.  Perhaps the fact that he’s intact and her `service dog’ was recently in heat explains why he turned up on her doorstep.  Countdown to some surprise puppies and/or grifting for some deballing funds. Funny how she wants to preach responsible pet ownership as she doesn’t bother gelding horses, neutering her poor pig or spaying her own dogs.  We won’t even mention the rats she is now breeding and allowing to free range around her house. 

 

I get that many of you are wavering between frustration and despair that karma will ever catch up with the Manson family.  It’s not fun watching her continue to beg for money, lie, and make repeated pleas for the village to fund her blood lust.  What everybody needs to remember is that she has been cleared of nothing.  The investigation with the AG is still open and active and that’s not the only agency up her ass.  Manson knows this, I know this and many other people do too.  The very fact that it is taking this long is indicative of the scope of this investigation. They don’t throw that many resources of time and man power for frivolous complaints.  Let her con her remaining village idiots out of their lunch money.  Let her breed all the rats she wants as she destroys yet another property.  None of that is my concern and it should’t be yours either.  However, her attempts to exploit are our concern and that’s where she’s going to have big problems. While she whines to the village idiots that she still gets all these calls about horses needing help every week, remember that all the other rescues are still open for business and if she gave a shit, she would put those horses first and refer them on.  Instead lets them linger wherever they are in hopes they will become broken enough so that the village will throw some money at her. That is if they even exist at all. The attempted exploitation of more animals will not be tolerated.  Know that people are paying attention.  As for me, I’m going to try really hard to clear a few things off my desk in the coming weeks.  It’s not all HiCaliber stuff, but I think you’ll find it worth the read.  Keep the faith, people and watch this space!

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