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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)

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

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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.
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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.

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

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

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(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.

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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.

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

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(pre-flush)

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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-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.

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-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.

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

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-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.

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

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(Bonsall- Rizzo and Tortuga)

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(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

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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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Y’all didn’t really think we were done with the skeleton parade after that last post, did you?  We’re right back at it with yet another few skinny minnies doing time in the Pauma Valley concentration camp for horses run by Manson and her merry band of feckless twats.  Maybe these ones aren’t quite as bad as others, but we all have to start somewhere, right?  They are also clearly dropping the lbs and, unlike their captor, they are doing so without the benefit of photo edits and  flattering angles.  I’ll also lay a few screen shots on you I forgot to add in with the last post because I’m disorganized like that.  It’s a thing.  Anyhow, with all that being said, let’s get down to it short and not so sweet style…

The bay horse on the left is Brooklyn.  (the other is Hotshot who has since been liberated from Manson’s clutches).  Most people don’t know much about  Brooklyn as she was one that Manson manifested in the waning days of HiCaliber.  She is supposed to be a TB that is around 5 years old who Manson claimed for herself as a project.  Some of you may remember her as the poor horse that was trying to drink out of the trough that Manson was wallowing in for that live video a few months back when she gloated about how awesome her life was and how she felt she shouldn’t have to work 9 to 5 if she doesn’t want to along with other sound bites from the grifter handbook.  It was probably the last time Brooklyn saw a full trough and likely it hasn’t been cleaned out since. I don’t even want to think about the kind of scum that Manson’s cootch cooties caused to grow like a vaginal kombucha scoby.  We can also see from the screen shot that even last year Wrinkles felt the horse was dropping weight at one point.  It must have been bad for her to notice it in her opiate induced fog.

Here is Brooklyn now or at least within the last month or so.  Clearly she’s lost a lot of condition and is showing the scuffs and scars of a horse that has to compete for limited food resources.  Her feet don’t appear to have seen a farrier for a good long while and the dullness of her coat suggests she probably has a gut full of sand and/or a heavy parasite load.  I can see why an ACO might say she’s not bad enough for an intervention yet just seeing her on the surface, but when paired with how she looked last year and the fact that this is a young horse, this is cause for concern.

Do y’all remember Dawson?  You can run her through the search bar on this blog and lots will come up, but for those of you that can’t be arsed, she has been kicking around since 2017.  That’s when Manson spied her in one of Romney Faye’s live feeds from Satan’s kill pen in Louisiana and just had to have her.  Of course she allowed the donor dollars to pay for her shipping and all her initial vet work before she allowed her adoption papers to be approved even after she claimed that youtuber Shane Dawson had paid for her purchase.  The bottom line is the horse was never up for public adoption but always on the HiCaliber feed bill.  I’m not sure if Manson personally has ever ridden her but I do recall Amanduh riding her on a live feed where the horse looked more than a little aced up.  She’s probably been standing around doing a whole lotta nothing since that time as she’s always been too much horse for Manson.
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Here is Dawson from January.  She looks far worse now than when she came out of the kill pen and shipped half way across the country in a heat wave back in 2017.

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Now we come to the part where we get our petty on, or at least Manson does.  You would think that she would be filled with gratitude and indebtedness to the few remaining people who continue to support her financially and otherwise, but that’s not the case.  She continues to talk shit on each of them behind their back.  `Kim’ is Kim S who, to this day, defends Manson at all costs.  I’m guessing she doesn’t realize Manson barely tolerates her.  Oh, but that’s not all…

It would seem that even Wrinkles doesn’t escape without a few knives in her back.  There’s a few interesting things with these screen shots.  First, we have Wrinkles in some sort of trouble with the IRS and clearly owing money, yet this is who Manson hand picked to be in charge of the HiCaliber finances.  That could be for a number of reasons but I have to think it’s probably easier to skim the funds when the treasurer is clueless and irresponsible.  Then you have Manson ok with horses being without feed as some weird power play.  Really, after seeing this, is it any wonder people are turning mole with increasing regularity?  Remember folks, if they talk shit about others with you, they’ll do the same behind your back.

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Well kiddies, I think we’ll call it good for today.  I understand the frustration with AC not acting quickly on this, but now is the time to stay the course.  Spread the word, keep speaking out and reporting.  Be relentless. Give them the dates and clearly state what the issues are (lack of feed, no water and horses deteriorating).  Maybe some horses aren’t critically thin yet, but they are clearly heading that direction.  Manson may have gotten a little surge in funding to prove the haters wrong but even her remaining circle is showing serious cracks and fault lines as she continues to be mostly absent from the property and refusing to do one thing to prove the haters wrong.  Things will get worse for these animals until somebody forces Manson’s hand. Manson has clearly stated she isn’t into it anymore, so now is not the time to let up.  More to come…

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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.

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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…

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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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.

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.

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.

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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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As promised, I am finally getting a chance to deal with some other things that have been kicking around on the back burner for a while.  If you’re here for HiCaliber fuckery, this isn’t the post for you.  If you’re here for drama, this probably won’t be the post for you either.  You see, once upon a time, this blog was about no one thing and certainly not even a little bit about HiCaliber.  What it was about was a lot about slaughter and other issues in equine welfare that I felt like posting about at any given time.  Those were the good old days and aside from the odd troll here and there, things were relatively peaceful and slower paced back then.  I do realize that you can’t put a genie back in the bottle, but after almost 2 years of pretty much all HiCaliber, all the time and all the drama and histrionics that entails, it’s time to focus elsewhere for now.  Believe it or not there is a great big horse community beyond Southern California and not every horse in trouble is easily found at an auction or with a `notorious’ flipper.  Sometimes the threat comes from within and sometimes they walk among us.  So, with that in mind, let’s talk about an issue that is troubling to many advocates right now.  Let’s talk about The Right Horse Initiative.

 

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I wanna say it was about a year or so ago that I first heard of The Right Horse Initiative.  Even from the get go, I looked at it with a very jaundiced eye.  You know the old saying about if something sounds too good to be true?  It would seem to apply here.

The Right Horse Initiative has the primary goal of increasing the number of horses adopted annually nationwide and a secondary goal of providing more resources in communities to horse owners….will focus on training transition horses for placement in equine-assisted therapy, beginner horsemanship programs or other placement opportunities. The goal of this project is to create an infrastructure in which transition horses receive the care and training required for them to prime candidates for non-traditional adoption or placement opportunities in therapy and/or beginner riding programs.

Sounds pretty awesome, right?  Increasing adoptions and community resources is something we should all be able to get on board with.  Well, get ready for red flag #1 of many.  RHI is piloting a program that sees rescues which they now refer to as `adoption groups’, bringing their `horses in transition’ to regional training hubs.  They claim they will make these horses `better trained and more desirable’ which will allow them to be cycled through quicker.  The exact verbiage they use is “this increases movement in all the adoption centers and decreases their length of stay while increasing their ability to take on additional horses in transition.”  Movement. Interesting phrasing.  It’s almost like they are talking about product rather than sentient beings.  Still, if this was the only issue, it would be down to semantics.  Sadly, it’s not the only issue.

 

For those readers that have been with me since BHC (Before HiCaliber), you might remember the shit show that was United Horsemen under Sue Wallis and Dave Duquette.  Their main mission was to make horse meat happen in America under the guise of giving a shit about the welfare of animals.  One of the ways they tried to ram this down the throats of the horse community was the Equine Rescue & Rejuvenation Program.  I talked about it all the way back in 2012 on this post. Basically, what they were telling people they wanted to do was have a central hub where people surrendered horses.  There, they would be assessed for health, soundness and trainability and then horses they deemed suitable would enter their program.  The rest would go straight to a proposed slaughter plant on the very same property.  Make no mistake, the mission for Dave and Suey was to get slaughter up and running and the whole rescue facet of this program was basically the bread of the shit sandwich they were serving.

“To rehabilitate horses from an unwanted and at-risk status to a healthy and functional status. We will identify horses with potential, teach them skills, and then offer them to the public. Horses that can be trained, or re-trained for new purposes, will be sold. Horses that demonstrate suitability for purposes such as non-profit therapeutic riding or youth programs will be made available to those groups at little or no cost.”

Am I the only one not finding the  United Horsemen’s failed ERRP and RHI mission statements eerily similar?  To be fair, RHI is not openly advocating for slaughter.  What they are offering is `end of life services’ and on the surface that’s not a bad thing.  I am not now, nor have I ever been anti necessary euthanasia.  I think the problem with proposed programs like this is that people get euth happy and, RHI seems to place their emphasis on a horse’s ability to be ridden. Most rescues don’t have a huge issue placing good riding horses.  That hasn’t classically been the problem area in rescue. From the rescues I have spoken to and dealt with, it’s the pasture puffs and senior horses that are harder to place and I don’t really see RHI addressing this beyond euthanasia.

 

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Another red flag, I have with RHI is the money getting thrown around.  They are funded by Watershed Animal Fund which is a division of the Arnall Family Foundation.  There seems to be no shortage of cash and they have some rather generous grants available for adoption innovations.  For 2019, there are two 25k grants and another for up to 50k.  I don’t know about you, but that kinda money tends to buy some loyalty.  Who wouldn’t put the RHI logo on their social media if it meant that kind of cash?  This is where it gets a bit gray and scary for me.  On the surface, it’s completely awesome for a rescue to get a grant of that size, but at what ultimate cost?  As far as I can tell, if you get the grant, they kinda own you for at least the next 18 months.

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A quick glance at RHI’s listed partners is a major cause for concern.  A few of the orgs listed such as NRHA, Equus Film Festival have direct ties to Protect The Harvest which, as most of you know, is one of the major lobby groups working on bringing back slaughter.  PTH is also where Duquette landed after Suey fell off her perch.  Like RHI, they also like to throw a lot of money around.  Equine Sciences at Colorado State is another partner and they lean to the pro slaughter side of things as well.  Of the five vets listed on RHI’s advisory council, at least three of them are said to be pro-slaughter, Dr. Tom Lenz being notoriously so.  Noticing a pattern here?

 

 

 

In the interest of full disclosure, RHI categorically denies any ties to Protect the Harvest.  That could be true, but as we have come to find out, PTH’s tentacles reach far and wide and their logo shows up at all sorts of industry events that you wouldn’t expect them to *cough*EquusFilmFesitval*cough*  What I find most interesting about this little threat message is that they do not take a firm anti slaughter stance.  They don’t really take any stance at all, but rather indicate that they’ll get in bed with anybody to push their agenda.  That’s how I’m reading the highlighted portion anyhow.  BTW, this wasn’t sent to me and it’s been posted in many places so let’s not be suing another innocent person in the next attempt to unmask me.  That’s getting kinda old.

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This is just scraping the surface of my concerns with RHI.  There already is a group of advocates that have laid out many of the issues on social media.  You can check them out on this Facebook page.   They go into far more detail than I have here and will happily answer any questions people may have.  I realize that all of this might seem like much ado about nothing or, at the very least, not much, but if I have learned one thing in the past couple of years it is to ask questions if things don’t feel quite right.  The response to those questions usually tell you if it’s worth a closer look.  I am deeply concerned that The Right Horse Initiative is buying support and, at best, not addressing the issues that will go a long way to improving the conditions for all horses.  By not taking an anti-slaughter stance and partnering with pro slaughter orgs and individuals, I worry about what is to come should they gain a strong foothold in the rescue community.  There as many ways to `rescue’ as there are rescues, but a common thread should be that the horse comes first and the focus should never be on quantity over quality.  Packaging it all up with feel good terms like `horses in transition’ is just lip service.  If you want to improve conditions for all horses then get behind the legislation that will CHANGE things for them once and for all.  Lean on your lawmakers to enforce existing laws and lobby for ones that have more teeth.  We need to focus on the cause rather than putting bandaids on symptoms and, as true advocates, we should always be working our way out of a `job’.  What I see with RHI is a lot of people making rescue a business and that may just be the road to ruin.

 

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Happy New Year!!!  I know, I know, I said my thank you s, I said my goodbyes, I thought I was pretty much done.  What can I say?  I should have known better.  Actually, I still am pretty much done but, as I did promise, I will continue to drop updates as they come available if only to have a complete documentation of this little journey all in one place.  There actually isn’t a lot of `post’ to go with what I have today.  I have no intention of wading into the current drama surrounding the property.  My concern remains with the animals and while I mourn the ones that died at the hand of Manson, there are a number still left under her control.  That is where my focus will remain as the only ones we can save are the ones still living.  In the interest of that, I have some updates on where the majority of them are.  I guess I neglected to mention on that last post that my little birdie mole is still deep inside.  My bad…

I think most people are aware that Manson did return to pick up the majority of the tack and equipment.  As you can see they are all being well cared for.  I’m expecting them to show up on sale sites or at auction at some point, but for now they are heaped out in the open at the new place likely being chewed up by vermin.  Nice.

As you can see, the Manson vehicles are all present along with at least one Gator (both are said to be there).  Not a lot of hay around, but from what I can see in alphamare, the money is still trickling in for now.  I did kinda laugh that the old steel trailer is there after Manson trying to sell it for way too much money some months ago.  That was only after she had cows and other small animals living in it at the height of the hoarding days.

Most of the known hoard of Manson are at this property.  No, I’m not going to announce where it is right now and don’t email me about it.  Wrinkles’s horses Kennedy, and Howard are clearly visible as well as at least two of Manson’s cremellos.  The two cows and Corky are also said to be at this place.  She also has a donkey and a few chickens there.  The total horse head count is between 20 and 24.  Nice to see that some of the donated blankets are being used on Manson’s personal horses.

I’m going to keep this short and not so sweet.  Rest assured that the condition of her hoard is being monitored.  I’m not going to bother getting into what dwelling she is currently infesting as that is really no concern of ours.  What she is doing and subjecting animals to is a concern, so as long as she continues to hoard animals, there will be boots on the ground.  It’s also important to note that she has been very clear in her alpha mare village group that these are personal horse and donations to feed them are not tax-deductible even though HiCaliber’s 501c3 is still active for now.  There is a whole bunch going on behind the scenes and hopefully a few things will shake loose sooner, rather than later.  We’re a whole bunch further down the path than we were a year ago and my hope is that a year from now, this is over.  Hell, I hope a six months from now that’s the case but you know what they say about the Hotel California…you can check out any time you like, but you can never leave.  I am totally feeling that right about now.

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Finally, I have a moment to sit down and write a proper post.  I know it’s been a minute since that happened, but there’s a good reason.  As I’ve said a few times before, I’ve got a few posts sitting around in various states of doneness and even an order in my mind that I want them to drop barring any sort of pants shitting on HiCaliber’s part as has been the case the past few weeks.  The thing is, that as we are winding down the HiCaliber situation, there have been some loose ends to tie up and these things take time.  It’s not the actual writing that is the issue, it’s all the work that happens before and I think readers will get a clearer picture of that today.  It’s time to pull up a chair, top up your beverages and settle in.  We’ve been a bit busy behind the scenes.

 

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This isn’t the first time I’ve seen a village idiot wonder about the poor horses on Tuesdays.  I shouldn’t really blame her when the only voice on the subject she hears belongs to Manson, critical thinking wouldn’t really enter into the picture.  The rest of us have heard the many accounts from various insiders and former crew members of how Tuesdays were all carefully choreographed and orchestrated to bring in maximum funds.  Tuesdays were the days that Hicaliber made the bulk of their money and we’ve all heard about Manson putting the word out that she wanted the skinny and mangled to get those sympathy donations and to create a sense of exigency.  We knew this all along, but how to prove it when you had the HiCaliber mafia cockblocking any attempts to assess the situation at Ontario Livestock Auction? Obviously there were several moles there off and on advocating for the horses and documenting the gross exploitation that went on week after week as the money rained down.  But still, HiCaliber strutted around like they owned the place as they plied the auction employees with donuts and God knows what else in an attempt reign supreme.  Then, just like that,  it was over and after allowing the dust to settle, it was time to go back in and see what really was going on at Ontario.  As a result, the advocates have gone in a number of times to get a clear and real picture of what auction is like without HiCaliber.  Different advocates have gone at different times.  Some days they just did a quick sweep through and others they got right in there.  What we found  pretty much confirmed what we’ve been saying all along.  Things at Ontario Livestock Auction aren’t quite how they used to be.

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Nacho’s truck and trailer at Ontario November/18

In November, when we decided to look a little closer than a cursory drive through and one of the first things we noticed is that the main players were all there.  Misner, Salvador, Nacho and various other bottom feeders were all in their regular spots although they did show up later than they did back in the HiCaliber days when they had to play musical trailers for the live feeds . The auction staff also didn’t give a singular shit whether people walked back into the chutes to see what was what. No hand jobs or donuts required or requested.  In fact, they had their own donuts without the help of HiCaliber.  Go figure!

 

On this particular day in late November, much like in the past weeks since HiCaliber stopped going, there were only two horses.  As you can see they were in good weight and shape and even their feet were ok.  (Don’t worry, Wrinkles, nobody had shoes on.) They sold for something like $150 and $125 with both going to Misner.  I can’t really say where they ended up from there.  Basically, this has been the norm since the Tuesday Griftathons ended.

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Also on this day our advocates watched the cows and calves run through.  They actually went through before the horses.  What struck them was the rough handling they all got. One little calf went down on the way into the ring and was kicked and forced to its feet even though it was clearly sick.  There was also another, shown in the above video, all knuckled over and hardly able to walk in its own.  Business at usual in the underbelly of auctions

What trip to Ontario would be complete without a swing by Misner’s shit hole?  Even though Manson has hinted around that Misner has resumed shipping horses to `Mexico’, the fact is that he never stopped, but that’s another story for another day.  What we saw at his house is what we’ve always seen.  Goats out front, horses in decent shape and lots of them.  Misner never liked having those skinny and broken horses in view on his lot and would hold them in the trailer or out back until HiCaliber showed up to collect them. That is no longer the case.

 

We wanted to hit up random weeks for our closer looka just in case one week was a fluke.  The best way to get an overview is a sampling over time.  So far, after several drive through checks and a closer look, the numbers had been steady.  Never more than a couple of horses, if any,  and mostly always in decent shape.  This past week things were different.  At first we thought it was because Bubba Misner had decided to grace Ontario with his malignant presence, but that was only part of it.  We’ll get to that in a bit though.  For now we’ll talk about the horses.  Two were already in the back, a wet pony with a wobbly hind end was being led around and a bay mare was still in a trailer.  As usual, Nacho was there but he was mainly interested in goats.  Salvador did not make an appearance but his son was there instead.

 

We weren’t sure who brought the little pony, but he was clearly having some hind end problems and had trouble walking.  The bay mare was the one from the trailer.  Apparently, she was being sold due to unpaid board and said to be about 5 years old and broke, but hadn’t been handled for awhile.  Other than her feet being a bit long, she was in good shape and quite pretty.  She sold to Misner for $250 while the pony went to bidder 927 for $225.

 

This guy was fairly antsy back in the chutes.  It was mainly a lot of fussing which isn’t that abnormal for a horse in a strange and chaotic environment.  As a result nobody got his lip flipped.  Of course, back in the HiCaliber days we’d have been told how terrified he was, how sexy he was and how he just melted into them and wanted to exhale.  Or maybe he was destined for match racing or for ritual sacrifice.  Whatever loosens the purse strings.  At any rate, he went for $325 to bidder 341 without HiCaliber’s intervention.

 

This little mini mule was brought there by Bubba.  There is some thought that he might have run through Mike’s recently but we’re not 100% sure on that.  He was very afraid and very cute.  He sold for $170 but appeared to be a buy back.  I guess we’ll see if he shows back up at Mike’s this weekend.

 

The last horse there was a HiCaliber kinda horse.  A very thin Andalusian stud with a fairly clear freeze brand on him.  After a bit of digging, the brand appears to belong to Luis Gonzalez although we are unsure who brought this horse to auction.  This kind of horse hasn’t been the norm lately at Ontario.  He sold for $260 to number 929

 

I apologize that these pics are upsetting.  It needs to be mentioned that the one thing that absolutely has not changed at Ontario is the conditions for other livestock.  This mama pig had just given birth and one of the piglets didn’t make it.  She was just laying there with her placenta hanging out as the other piglets were kinda scrambling around with one even getting out of the pen.  Nobody moved the dead one as flies started collecting.  Pigs there are kicked, hit with paddles and generally rough handled.  Worse than the horses that HiCaliber basically laundered there, Ontario Livestock Auction has long been notorious for its abuse of animals.  These are sights that Romney Faye, Manson and their auction team turned blind eyes to each and every single week, even going so far as to obstruct AC and the DA’s investigations into what was going on there this past spring.

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Remember how I said that this past week wasn’t quite like the others we had observed?  Yeah, about that….Turns out this past week was a HiCaliber week kinda.  Early in the day we found out that Manson was on her way to auction.  She was driving a Suburban that was loaded up with goats she had allegedly `picked up’ and brought to Ontario to trade for pellets.  Of course her bitch boy, Bubba, had tipped her off that certain advocates were in attendance so she got all paranoid and was basically skulking around the parking lot and doing her business via text.  Lucky for us the person she was texting knows her all too well and plays on `Team Hater’.  It turns out there was a very sick cow that went through the ring.  Even the auctioneer mentioned the cow probably was going to die.  Manson got wind of this and wanted the cow so she was furiously texting her connection to get it for her.  I am really amused that she wanted to be so stealth in acquiring it.  BTW, no clue who the blonde at Misner’s was.  Bubba’s woman is blonde.  Maybe it was her?

 

We don’t know if Manson got her cow or not.  Nobody took her picture or even attempted to despite what Manson wants to believe.  She was acting really paranoid and, at this point, she’s probably quite close to the edge. We’re there for the animals and to observe.  For sure nobody was there for a confrontation.  I just thought these conversation snippets, including the `drugged up’ bit were somewhat amusing and certainly not the first time we’ve heard such things about Manson.

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So, what does all this mean?  I can draw a few conclusions here.  It certainly confirms that yes, HiCaliber was running horses through Ontario to manipulate their donors.  Some of those horses were owner surrenders and others were brokered.  The numbers were what they were at Ontario solely because of HiCaliber.  For the record, none of these horses we talked about on this post went for slaughter prices.  To be profitable in shipping out of state for slaughter, they’d have to go for under $100 and not one of them did.  The problem is those mangled souls they exploited and paraded around for donations each week are no longer a commodity even though they still exist. Because HiCaliber covered for their abusers, it’s back to square one to fight for these horses.  There is no poor family trying to put feed on the table and there is no old rancher that just lost his ranch or whatever other story the concocted.  There never was and we always knew that.  We’re also not done at Ontario, because advocacy is never done.  The pictures of the pigs and calf, along with others not posted, will be forwarded on to the appropriate parties and agencies.  As far as boots on the ground at Ontario, Manson would do well to remember that it’s a really small world and not every advocate is obvious or has a preference for blue water bottles nor is every friendly person a friend. Long after she is run out of the SoCal horse and rescue community, the work will go on until places like Ontario no longer exist and this time, nobody will be covering up for the abusers.

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