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When I dusted off this blog  and decided to write about HiCaliber back in 2017, it was just me needing to offload what was on my chest.  No moles, no help.  Just me.  It seems somehow appropriate that I close the HiCaliber chapter of this blog the same way.  Just me.  I’ve seen a lot of speculation, talk, and general noise about who did what, what I thought, what my motives were and who I was for months.  Most of it was just that.  Noise.  This is the story straight from the source of how it all went down as far as my involvement and process.   Forgive me if this gets a bit long, I still have a lot to get off my chest.

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May 2017.  That’s when I dusted off this blog after a 3 1/2 year hiatus.  Little did I know, I was grabbing a tiger by the tail with that post.  There wasn’t really a mission or master plan, but it also wasn’t out of nowhere.  HiCaliber had been a rescue I’d loosely followed over the years.  I’d even given them a shout out once upon a time and featured Manson’s videos on the Starlight Sanctuary train wreck way back then.  (Manson wasn’t the one that sent them to me.  I’ve never had contact with her as far as I know).  Yes, I kinda thought Manson was rough around the edges and a little bit of a gunsel but without looking too deeply at her, I figured she was doing more good than harm and maybe that actually was the case way back when.  Then, HiCaliber started popping up on my newsfeed more and more.  I’m guessing this was due to their algorithm bumps and her paying to boost her posts, but I can’t be sure.  I’m not that tech savvy and anything computer related I still attribute to magic and try not to apply reason to it.  At any rate, the more they came across my newsfeed, the more squinty eyed I became.  Aside from the weekly cry seshes, what struck me was the constant state of crisis.  It just didn’t ring right for me and my spidey senses started tingling.

 

Then Snuggles happened… Nothing about the Snuggles situation rang true and it really started to stink to high heaven when they went into damage control mode spinning this tale on how that yes, they did trade this horse to a kill buyer, but always planned to get him back.  Yeah, because that’s a thing rescues do.  I could have even suspended disbelief and gone on with my life but close on the heels of Snuggles came the whole Slaughter 11 debacle.  Y’all remember the last minute fundraising effort and dramatic save culminating with the `collapsed’ and strategically placed horses on the ground heaving from what appeared to be heat exhaustion.  I always meant to write that whole mess up as a throwback post after I resurrected this blog, but those wacky horse killers at HiCaliber kept shitting their collective pants and I never got around to it.  What I did get around to was documenting everything and sorting out exactly how it all happened and adding it to the file of fraud.  Suffice to say it was a set up from jump street and the fact that it coincided with Romney Faye’s relationship with Dumbass Darrell is not a coincidence.

 

After these incidents, I got my dig on and found out who `Voldy’ was and started tracking things.  Initially, there wasn’t a lot out there on Facebook other than a defunct screen shot group.  I think it might still be in existence but never updated.  Apart from that, the only thing I could find was a few mutterings in advocate groups and the advocacy groups I mostly lurked at are anti-slaughter groups.  I’m not and never have been very active on Facebook or any social media as far as being an active participant.  I can’t even remember my twitter account password and haven’t updated my status in nearly 2 years.  However, I questioned and bitched about HiCaliber just enough to join forces with some other advocates.  Real ones, not armchair ones.

 

Despite what has been said, or you may have heard, I did not get `inspired’ to dust off this blog.  I got extremely pissed off and needed to vent.  It took me about 3 days to even figure out what my password to this account was.  (I actually forget what it is again, so please stop trying to hack it as it’s a pain in my ass to go through a gazillion random post-it notes stuck all over my house).  Remember that Snuggles and the Slaughter11 stuff went down in the summer/fall of 2016.  My first post back was in May of 2017 and the reason I was pissed off is a bunch of us had been gathering information, compiling information and NOTHING was happening with it.  If anything, it felt like The Manson Family was gaining momentum and the body count was becoming alarming.  When they pulled off the OTTB20 shit show,  I was triggered.  I’m a racetracker born and bred.  (yes, Maggot we know each other and that’s why I laugh at you) so you fuck with OTTBs and lie about them,  I’m not going to let it go.  Throw Satan and Doughboy into that mix and I am going to the mat with it.  Simple as that.

 

I figured I would just post a bit about the OTTB20 sitch and then put this blog back in mothballs.  I was actually shocked at the response those posts got and completely unprepared for what was to follow.  Needless to say things snowballed.  The OTTB20 became 40 and more. Pretty much everything about that mess forward is documented on this blog.  I don’t need to go over it all again.  That’s not what this post is about.  What happened behind the scenes was a literal outpouring of information almost as if I’d opened a floodgate.  All of a sudden, it became safe for people to speak out against HiCaliber without fear of reprisal from the mob mentality of the village.  I have always allowed people to post in the comments without registering here and I never turn on their IPs to look at unless I have to block them.  I tried to keep things as safe as possible to speak out and it worked.  Did I ban a few?  You bet your ever lovin ass I did and I’m proud of it.  (I see you, Stacy Kendall.  Get some diaper creme for that butthurt).  I have never cared if you’re a villager who wanted to come over here and state your side of things.  A few of them have.  Agreeing with me is not required either.  The only thing I ever insisted on is to be respectful in presenting your ideas.  Come over here with your guns blazing and I’ll take away your bullets.  During the whole course of the HiCaliber era, I think only about 4 of you got banned.  It’s an exclusive club.

 

Back in those very early days I was winging it.  I had no moles or even considered getting them.  Lord knows The Manson family was arrogant and sloppy enough to give all the ammo I needed back then.  I had one person that was working with me and for sure helped loads with memes, clips and ears out in all the groups.  I also joined forces with Stealth Mole very early in the game although not in a mole capacity.  One thing I want to make clear is that I never once reached out to anybody to be my mole.  I let them come to me and I’m so grateful they did.  OG Mole was the first and was very quickly followed by others. Some stayed with me longer than others.  OG rode it to the end with me along with a few others we’ll get to.  I will forever be grateful to the longtime insiders that took a chance and trusted me.  Some had tidbits of info while others stuck it out and risked a bunch.  I felt bad every time I saw people accused and vilified for being moles that weren’t.  (Leah, I’m so sorry you keep taking hits.  As far as I know, we never communicated) Other moles were hiding in plain sight and stayed that way.  I tried to make it comfortable for people to come forward and I always, always checked if what they were giving me could be posted.  Sometimes I couldn’t post what they shared and that was fine too.  There is a lot of information and `receipts’ that exchanged hands that have never seen the light of day and won’t until the AG does whatever it is he’s going to do with all of it.  Some people who came forward had been dedicated villagers that had actively hated me and my blog.  I’m in absolute awe at their dedication to the animals that they could set that aside and reach out.  Thank you.  You all made a huge difference and more than once I felt completely humbled by your advocacy and trust.  My hope is that when the dust all settles, I can meet with some of you and thank you in person.  You have my undying respect.

 

While we’re on the subject of moles, I’ve seen a lot of blather from the village idiots about how could they stand by and watch these atrocities being committed and say and do nothing.   Of course these are also the same brainiacs that have suggested that the condition that property was left in was `normal’ and one of them even suggested that HiCaliber had increased the property value.  (I’m not even kidding about that one.  I have the screen shot).  Clearly these people have no concept on how cases are made.  Do they think an undercover cop makes a bust the first time he sees the law broken? Nobody goes down for what they might do.  Sometimes you have to hand people the rope and sit back.   You have to bite your tongue and look at the greater good and it sucks.  It’s heart wrenching and it’s horrible and every single mole and ex HiCaliber person that spoke out deserves respect.  I can only imagine what witnessing some of those things first hand must have been like.

 

I would be remiss if I didn’t mention Dixie.  She was another one that reached out to me very early on offering her help to  in doing more than just getting information out there, but actually doing something with that information.  Dixie is a really well-known and respected advocate and she gets things done.  This was not her first rodeo exposing a fraudulent rescue.  She was the one that took care of the reams of evidence and organized it.  She’s the one that knew exactly how to package and present it and she got the result.  Did other people unrelated to the blog report stuff?  I’m sure they did.  I hope they did.  I’m strictly talking about the information that came across my desk and that was handed to us.  It was no small task, but despite a whole bunch personally going on for her, Dixie put the animals first and I firmly believe the CVMB and AG cases wouldn’t be as far along without her.  I miss having Dixie here to bounce stuff off of every day, but she’s here in spirit and she’s still working for the horses as she can.

 

I bet you’re wondering about the auction team and the birth of stealth mole.  The core team at auction was Stealth Mole, Hollywood Mole and Crash Mole.  Sometimes they were joined by moles who will not be named and Rogue Mole.  Every single one of them did their part, but I gotta bow down to the big three here.  They knocked it out of the park each and every time and it wasn’t fun at all.  There is so much footage and pics that may not make titillating blog fodder but they most certainly made the case.  Auction days were extremely stressful between people sweating it out in the backs of vehicles and others risking confrontations with the Manson Family.  All of us trying to coordinate over messenger and via text and trying really hard to get that money shot as the Manson family scattered to the wind in an effort to hide their dealings.  They had Manson call them `cuntfaces’ right in front of everybody at auction among other things.  One of those times was because one of them dared to bid on a horse they wanted to help out.  Apparently it interfered with the HiCaliber grift or something.  The auction moles did most of their work out of their own pocket and for no glory other than they were trying to help animals and do the right thing.  They didn’t just go in one or two times but many, many times.  The big three will forever be in my circle of trust.  If I had to pinpoint the one thing that `broke’ HiCaliber it was what the auction team got done.  They completely took HiCaliber out of the game at Ontario and by doing so, they severed off their major source of fundraising.  They also keep going back randomly to document the conditions for the unfortunate souls that are being run through there.

 

While we’re on the subject of the circle of trust I feel I need to have my say about some other things that are playing out social media.  The whole Jennifer Marek as a sacrificial lamb drama.  The fact is that Jen is not associated with this blog and hasn’t been for the better part of a year.  I’ve never met Jen and she doesn’t know me. We’ve discussed her lawsuit only as far as to say that it’s a slam dunk for her because she is not me and never even moderated this blog or holds any responsibility here.  Why should anybody give in to the likes of Maggot filing a frivolous suit because she wants to the honor of unmasking the blogger?  It’s not going to change the truth of what I wrote and the last time I checked there is no law against telling the truth and having opinions.  If finding out an anonymous source’s identity was that easy, don’t you think we’d all know who leaked that stuff about the White House by now?  The fact is that I have been supportive of Jen in this situation and supporters of this blog have contributed to her legal fund to the tune of around $2000 as well as in other ways.  Nobody has hung her out to dry.  We just don’t all hang our dirty laundry out for public commentary.  What is grist for the rumor and gossip mill is no concern of mine, but know that I can ALWAYS back my shit up.  I just don’t play those cards unless I have to.  Maggot doesn’t just get to pick a random target and get her own way.  That’s not how it works and I have every confidence that Jen will not only win that lawsuit but likely will win a countersuit for harassment should she go that route because she isn’t me and never has been.  It really is that simple  The other suit really doesn’t have anything to do with this blog so I can’t really comment on that.  I guess if I was Jen, I might have done things a bit differently as far as poking the bear, but that’s her stuff, not mine.  I will be supportive of her seeing this through as I always have been and she knows it, so miss us with your drama and speculation while shit gets handled.

 

I also want to talk about the Horror Page.  I don’t think it’s any secret I haven’t always been a fan of the antics on Facebook.  I bet it would surprise y’all to know that I’ve worked with them a number of times.  While I don’t like drama and all that goes with it, I know their aim was true and we ultimately wanted the same outcomes.  There just happens to be more than one way to skin a cat and leaving it in a freezer ain’t one of them.  (see what I did there?) Rogue Mole helped us out immensely on a few occasions and I am grateful.  My gratitude extends to other members of that group who I know stepped up in ways they never will talk about and are still doing so.  My hope is that they handle all the details the next time a SoCal rescue shits its pants and needs intervention so I can sit out! I’m not going anywhere but I will be returning to more hit and run posts and advocacy.  I’m going to leave the years long projects to others for now and the gals over at Horror are more than capable of taking that on should they choose to.

 

From my perspective, nobody was speaking out about this shit show back when I wrote that first blog.  I don’t know why that is or what changed, but the tide did turn and no one person did that.  Many voices did that. I always tried to keep drama off this blog even though yes, I did slip sometimes.  You can only take so much provocation without striking back.  I had a lot of people emailing me and wanting things.  Some wanted info, some wanted to share info.  I quickly learned to keep my circle really small and I did that intentionally.  In the interest of credibility, I refused to work with certain people who claimed to have the goods or would get them.  Some of those people that couldn’t get what they wanted from me ran straight to the dark side and bitched.  Some are still bitching because I didn’t do things how they thought I should.  None of them can ever say I didn’t keep their confidence.  I always did that no matter how done I got with some parties.

 

I’ve been accused of hating the media.  Not true at all.  Almost from the beginning I’ve had offers from a few news outlets to talk and it’s just not my thing.  Everything I’m willing to share is here on this blog.  There is a big difference between a blogger and a reporter.  A reporter’s job to report things that have already happened and try to remain unbiased.  As a blogger, I’m not bound by those shackles.  My `job’ was to make things happen and the team I worked with did that.  Without them the reporters would have had nothing to report.  Reporters didn’t file the case with the AG, Dixie and others did that.  They didn’t file with the CVMB, again, that was Dixie and various other people.  Reporters cover stories that bring them ratings and what brings ratings?  You all bring the ratings. We, all of us on the `hater’ side of things, made this story worth covering and continue to do so.  Now it’s time to let the media take this out to the mainstream public beyond the horse community.  The more viral it becomes, the flashier this case gets for the AG to slam dunk.

 

I mentioned this blog has been around since 2012.  It’s true.  Just go back through the archives because there is a lot of really good information on it.  It always had a loyal following even on hiatus, but it exploded with the HiCaliber stuff.  In the last 1 1/2 years there has been nearly 3 million hits on this blog.  In the early days of the HiCaliber saga I toyed with the idea of monetizing it and the plan was to give at least 50% of whatever it brought in to different rescue each month.  I even had one person tell me that I absolutely should and not feel bad about pocketing it because I earned it.  I quickly abandoned that idea because I never wanted anybody to think I did this for any personal gain.  I left a lot of money on the table by not doing so, but I’m ok with that.  It was the right thing to do.  I knew that no matter what I did, the defenders of HiCaliber, the cockblockers and turd flingers, would turn it into something ugly and gross.  It seems that I’m right since Pasterfuck was still yipping about me monetizing it not so long ago because he sees ads on the page when visits one of his 89 times a day to take screen shots for his binder.  (BTW, I think that binder qualifies me as a published author, so thanks PF please send the royalties to MOP and TGC). The ads belong to WordPress and the money goes to them as far as I know.

 

Another thing I’ve seen bitched about is why none of us haters ever stepped up and helped any horses.  Boy howdy! If they only knew!  I personally networked horses into the double digits and I know other haters that did too.  I’m guessing more horses went to haters in this past six months than anywhere else.  Trust me, the haters stepped up in spades for the HiCaliber horses and it wasn’t easy task, but you know it was done for the right reasons because you don’t see a single one of them being fund raised for or gloated about.  They are being loved and cared for just as they always deserved.  Don’t bother emailing me about them because I’ll never tell.  In fact I’ve already forgotten.

 

Why the anonymity?  Because this blog has never been about me.  You all see the complete and absolute fuckery that goes on back and forth over on Facebook and all that does is detract from the issues and take the focus away from what is important.  The animals.  As I’ve said, who I am won’t change the truth of what I wrote about.  I don’t have any skeletons rattling around in my closet and I don’t much care what people I don’t even respect think about me.  My anonymity has allowed me access to information I otherwise wouldn’t have and my anonymity allowed others to feel safe in coming forward to me, hence the `confessional’ suggestion of this blog name.  If people don’t agree with how I did things or my choices, they can start a blog, take on more than two years of investigative work and present and do it the way they think it should be done  Fill your boots.  My delivery or `style’ may not be for everybody, but that’s the luxury of being a blogger.  I get to be authentically me and do it how I feel it should be done.  In this case it worked.  Love me or hate me, I got shit done and I did it for the animals.  I don’t care about glory or pats on the back.  That’s never been my style.  I just don’t appreciate when others take credit that isn’t their due.

 

I want to close this off by bringing it back to what this has all been about.  The animals.  The exploitation, the suffering, neglect and outright torture some of them endured will forever haunt me.  If there is any take away from all of this it is to speak up and speak out before things get so far out of control.  There were whispers about HiCaliber for years before the final curtain and hundreds of animals were executed in that time.  Some months ago, I posted a pic of this very spot where there were some tarps, manure and way too much blood for the death to have been painless.  It seems only fitting that we placed a small symbol of our love in that same spot to let them know they will never be forgotten and their deaths were not in vain.  Thank you to the Markstein/Fox family for allowing us to do so and thank you to Stealth for making it happen.  This was from all of us on the shedrow team including readers and supporters.  I’m not done with my advocacy and I’m not going anywhere, but for now I’m closing the chapter on  HiCaliber because we accomplished what we set out to do.  #IAMSHEDROW #SAYTHEIRNAMES

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Happy Monday, or whatever day this ends up posting.  Probably Tuesday which isn’t such a happy day for the horses that find themselves being purchased by the High Caliberites at auction and drug back to the feedlot.  I’m not sure about the rest of you, but I start to get this sense of impending doom on Tuesdays.  I actually feel happy when a horse manages to get bought up by somebody else, even a flipper.  So, even though we have a few other things than auction to cover today, I thought that might be the best place to kick things off as we take another little peek at the Biz Desk board and the inner workings of HiCaliber.

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As most of you know, Romney Faye Baker has taken a sort of leave of absence but continues to go to auction.  This post is a month old, but it’s pretty much how they approach every Tuesday.  I love the admonishment about not having enough comments and then helpful tips on how to comment appropriately.  Boy, are some of the village idiots ever going rogue because I’ve seen them post things other than `lol’, `poor babies’, and `oh my’.  They are pretty good at the emoji-gasms and I fully suspect they’ll graduate to gifs any day now.  We may be a ways off from effective meme usage though.  BTW, if you read this post you don’t have to do anything because I haven’t a freakin clue what algorithms are and why I should care anyhow.

 

 

It seems like Romney Faye isn’t the only one that rallies the troops in Biz Desk.  Angrid was getting all kinds of grief about HiCaliber on one of her Fireball Friday event postings and decided to send up the bat signal in the Biz Desk group.  Again, village idiots are summoned to do their part on Facebook for HiCaliber.  It certainly explains some of the other village idiots dogpiles I’ve seen on random pages.  Then we have Angrid explaining that people just need to come to the Fireball event, be loud and act like they are having a good time so people will think it’s a success.  Is this kinda like when a new nightclub hires people to stand in the waiting line to create a buzz?  I hear the ticket sales aren’t going so well, even though they are offering Eggo waffles and grilled cheese sandwiches for your $100 ticket.   All that and a chance to buy a date with some village idiots that you could probably date for free off of tinder, grindr or even Ashley Madison.  I’m shocked the tickets weren’t sold out immediately.

 

 

It seems that Manson getting off her ass and filling water tubs was a one-off kinda thing.  It also seems that the horses at HiCaliber are STILL going without water on a regular basis.  Combine lack of water available and the ever-changing hay supply they’re looking down the barrel of some major colics if they’re not careful.  Maybe that’s the plan so Manson can shove her hand up some more asses like she seems to enjoy doing.  You gotta wonder how thirsty those horses had to be for them all to dive in the tub like that as soon as it was filled.  There is NO excuse for this ever.  If there isn’t enough volunteers showing up, then the residents of that place need to get off their asses and fill those tubs before they do one other thing.  This is straight up neglect and cruelty.

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So, this happened.  It seems Manson is not happy she was denied the endorphin rush of shooting Rogue, Moose, Chi, and a few others in the face recently.  All horses that were on the euth lists where people stepped up at the last minute to get them to safety.  I guess I’m somewhat confused, because more than once, she has told the haters to step up and adopt if we didn’t like what they were doing, so when people do just that, she responds by making her euth lists secret so there will be no hope of pulling horses before the bullets fly now.  Then there are other horses like Firetyme that continue to stand in shit filled stalls without even getting out for a walk more than once a week if that, and when legitimate rescues offer places for him, they are denied because Manson has decided they are `dicks’ aka they won’t cosign on her hoarding habit.  Damned if we do and damned if we don’t.  Meanwhile if they do agree to begin the adoption process with you, they pretty much want everything including copies of your driver’s license and film of your home in order to consider.  Things that aren’t exactly `normal’ to ask for that might suggest they are running some other type of background check that isn’t on the up and up.  The transparency is getting stronger only in that they are getting easier and easier to see right through.

 

 

Speaking of the euth lists, these exchanges happened with Dr. Moss in the past week or so.  Manson has always maintained that the vets approve all euthanasias they do and even suggested that she takes turns with Dr. Spini performing them.  You know Spini, her COLLEAGUE.  It turns out that’s just another basket of lies out of her lie hole.  At least according to Dr. Moss, who must have recovered from his Stockholm Syndrome and been deprogrammed enough to start acting like a vet and speaking some truth again.  As shown in the screen shot, Rene once again lies for the team and says that the vets sign off on all euths.  Not so and now Manson is going to try even harder to hide them.  I wonder if this means she’s going to get a new colored tarp and perhaps a new killing spot once Laurie’s 5th wheel is moved out.  Maybe drop them in the vineyard?  Throw some landscape bark on the bodies and stick a few flowers in there?  Oh wait, that’s already been done to disguise the shit piles…

 

 

Remember Rogue?  She was one of the Louisiana OTTBs that wasn’t actually a Thoroughbred.  Young and unhandled, Manson took a disliking to her and toyed with shooting her in the face.  Not because she was sick or crippled or even `behavioral’,  she was just unhandled and in Manson’s world that’s a death sentence.  As mentioned before, Rogue was bailed off the $1 menu and while it may be a questionable home, she is not immediately in danger of getting shot in the face.  As shown in the pics of her leaving they couldn’t be bothered to knock the manure from her shit filled pen off her and she hadn’t really gained any weight and condition in her 2 months at HiCaliber.  Hopefully, there are better days ahead for this little girl.  She’s basically a blank slate and could end up being any kind of horse.

 

 

 

 

It appears we have dueling riding instruction going on for the village idiots.  Wow!  How does a person even decide between disciplines?  Do you want to violate a football or look your own horse in the eye while still on his back?  So many choices!!!  Of course it’s old news and never really took off, but still fun to imagine the possibilities and hilarity if not for the poor horses being subjected to all this `horsemanship’.  Good times…

 

 

Remember Heather Ratlips Ratliff?  She’s the village idiot that thought it would be funny to buy the Shedrow Confessions domain and then got busted complimenting herself in this post. It seems that the whole HiCaliber brain trust cosigned this little mission with Manson, Angrid and Rene totally being down for the fuckery.  Angrid may or may not have submitted some articles.  I don’t know because I don’t have time to look at that stuff beyond my initial glance.  I’m glad they’re amusing themselves and I’m glad I’m under their skin so deep.  I’m not really all that concerned about them `wiping me off the map’ or stealing any thunder.  We’re just under half a million hits in only a little over 2 months.  I think we’re doing ok with getting the truth out there.  It’s just a real shame that some of this energy the village idiots have can’t be used to …I don’t know…clean a stall or fill some water tubs or something.  You know, actually look after their horses?  The surest way to shut me up is to stop fucking up.  It really is that simple, but I know they don’t read over here or care what I write.  They don’t care so much…

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I think that about takes care of things for now.  It’s certainly not the bottom of my inbox, but for today it’s a good leave off point.  I’m sure the Hicalibrites are all nestled snug in their beds or hanging upside down so they can comment the shit out of their algorithm posts and spread the fuckery far and wide as Romney Faye goops on the mascara to cry for the cameras.  I keep hoping one of these weeks the horses will win and somebody else will get them.  Literally, almost anybody else.  Few places could be as bad right now.  I also know how frustrating that this seems to go on and on.  I’ve always said it’s a marathon and not a sprint.  I know everybody wants to pull out the ace or put the last piece of the puzzle into the place.  That’s human nature.  Believe me, I wish I could just do a massive inbox dump on this page and say `there, sort it all out yourselves’ and not have to think about this stuff all the time, but that’s not how things get done.  Threatening people is also not how things get done.  Telling Manson or any of them what you’re about to do or that you’re going to get them just sets everybody back.  It’s not about Manson beyond pointing and laughing at her.  It’s about those animals that are standing in the sun with no shade, shit for hay and not even the relief of water.  It’s about every single horse that gets led to the killing field too sore to walk or perfectly fine and healthy, but the last thing they see is Manson’s face and feeling her shitty vibe.  At least that’s what it’s about for me.  I’ll keep trying to share stuff as I can and making sure there is a factual accounting of things as they unfold, but I gotta admit,  I want to slap some of you on Facebook.  Simmer down.  As for now, we have at least three horses are on very thin ice over at HiCaliber.  Mention them if you can.  Aviana, RJ, Tallie and Firetyme are all in trouble.  Manson will not let Firetyme go and now maybe the other three are doomed.  Let’s just pray that the last face they see isn’t hers or Bang Bang Becky’s.  Let’s not let them get erased like so many others.  Keep saying those names.  Poor babies, oh my…

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Well, here we are with another auction extravaganza in the books.  Today was typical in some ways, funny in others.  We’ll get to that right away.  First, however, we have a village idiot that wants to be famous.  I’ve mostly left the village idiots out of things aside from mentioning them as a group.  I thought that was the kind thing to do.  Apparently not.  It seems that at least one of them wants to be famous, so I thought I’d start out by obliging her.  I’m feeling generous today.
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Everybody say `hello’ to Heather.  Since Heather doesn’t know where I live in order to come jump up and down and throw her skirt over her head to get my attention, she decided to buy the shedrowconfession.com domain and start up her very own spoof site.  She also opened a Facebook page under this blog’s name so she could try to snag some of my traffic or something.  Unfortunately, Heather isn’t as smart as she thinks she is and it took all of 45 seconds to find out who owned the domain and look her up.  She’s quite the little HiCaliber foot soldier.  It also didn’t take long to find Heather complimenting herself on her own mad writing skillz.  I almost felt sad for her, but then I remembered that I’m a bit of a bitch and gave my head a shake.
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Even though I usually black them out,  I figured I’d leave the other village idiot names on the screen caps since they seem to be gagging for attention too.  These didn’t come from the HiCaliber page.  Because they don’t spend enough time following HiCaliber, some village idiots have started a little group for `Friends Who Love HiCaliber’ so they can sit around flicking their beans and discussing how much they love HiCaliber as well as compiling `hater lists’ and calling for every single person that likes certain rescues to be banned.  As soon as Heather got called out for her fuckery  on own page, she tried to act like it was no big deal that she got busted.  That was strange since she went on a flurry of locking down her internet by deleting her Etsy, her wedding registry page (whatever DID happen to Royce btw?) and anything else she could think of other than her Midway Wholesale Imports LLC which appears to be a one man show, or woman in this case.

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In othe words…`I can’t get any attention on my own so I thought I’d ride the coat tails of the very blog I claim to hate’.

 

 

As you can see Heather is shitting her pants.  Don’t worry darling, I wouldn’t cross the street to spit on you, although I do know your home address now.  The problem is, you steal the name of my blog, you get my attention and that’s not always fun when you’re a fuckwitted shitgibbon.  I have more pictures than I posted too but since Heather is a heavy filter enthusiast with her profile pics it would probably be jarring for her to see her actual visage up here on the site.  I’ll save those for another time. These things happen when you do stupid shit and leave your ass hanging out.  Despite her little flurry of deletions there is those little green triangles on Google that will show cached pages and if that doesn’t work there is the wayback machine.  I’m flattered that I’ve got the village idiots so stirred up that they are now paying money they could send to HiCaliber to try to redirect traffic from this site.  The very best thing about it all was I didn’t have to lift a finger or spend any time getting this information.  Before I had my first cup of coffee today, it was all sitting in my inbox so it took no time at all to fill in the blanks.   I also found out that since this blog has been well established for a number of years and falls into the high traffic category, what Heather is doing is called domain squatting in bad faith and she could get in big trouble for that.  People knocking on the door and serving papers kinda trouble.  It wouldn’t cost a dime to put those wheels in motion either.  Silly rabbit…

 

So, moving right along, let’s get down recapping the auction shenanigans.  As most of you are aware, HiCaliber has been in heavy damage control mode for at least a week.  In preparation for auction today, they cleansed the FB page by posting stale updates on horses and featuring other horses that were either at foster or had only recently returned to the ranch.  I guess that’s the only way they could dig up healthy looking animals to show.  It was pretty much a shit show from the word go today.  Because Cheech is doing another Louisiana run, we were treated to Bang Bang Becky driving the trailer and sharing her vast knowledge of horses.  She took us on a visual tour of the bay that happened to have dapples and attempted to paint a picture that he was abused because he had recently pulled mane, some hair rubbed off his face, which Romney Faye Baker immediately referred to as deep gashes, and then surmised that he had spur marks which must have meant people with really long legs have been riding him because they were under his belly.  You could almost hear the dramatic soundtrack playing in the background as she said  `Pulled mane and a bridle path!’ She also informed us he had `a lot of wind puffs’ which makes him really special because a horse usually only has two hind legs, so to have a lot of wind puffs would be unique.   A couple, yes.  A lot, wow! The horse was in good shape.  He certainly didn’t need to be saved over the `skinny’ older TB, but they prioritized him over all the others and purchased him in the ring.  If you notice, the above posts indicates that Misner `got’ the gray mare.  Actually he is the one that brought her there in the first place.  Not sure if it’s the same horse, because Romney Faye had a fantastical story to tell about them getting her near Oregon, but he bought a gray Arabian mare at Mike’s for $125 a week ago.  Today the village idiots paid $1000 for her between her purchase price and the piggy bank fund responsible rescue.  I know what I’m writing doesn’t really jibe with the post from HiCaliber, but it will.

Ok, from what I could gather, they started out their freedom walk feed owning the bay and the gray, but I think only the gray was bought off Misner along with one of the chestnut TBs that they bought later.  Maybe both were.  I’m still not sure why they felt those two were needing to be `saved’ other than Romney Faye likely thought they were sexy.  She did kinda spazz out over the dapples thinking she had discovered a brand new color of horse.  She also speculated that two of the OTTBs had probably been together a long time because both of them had tattoos that started with the letter `Y’.  What I found the most funny, but not funny, was her going on and on about how skinny two of the horses were.  Given the condition of Sully, Firetyme, Saban, and Engineer that all happened on their watch, she never gets to point a finger at anybody else for having a skinny horse.  They also looked better than most of the horses they have in pens on the ranch and were mainly sucked up in the flanks and probably needed a good drink of water.  These people never think to give them water for some reason.  Romney Faye also diagnosed a white spot on a belly as spur scars and she and Bang Bang Becky decided a parrot mouth was buck teeth.  At some point, Bang Bang Becky slunk off somewhere leaving us with Romney Faye Baker’s loud mouth and constant flipping the phone around to pose selfie style, with a sad face beside various horses.  Finally, when the funds were just not coming in she pulled out the grief card and played it.  As a result, three private buyers stepped up to buy the bay (which they had already bought and raised funds for), the other chestnut and the little half Arab looking guy.  Romney Faye made a big show of offering to return the money they had raised for the bay along with sounding like she was reading from a script when talking about after care and quarantine.  I kinda tuned out.  Between having to hear about her `baby’ and her loud mouth in general and the need to never shut up, I had to turn the sound down for awhile.  I know I’ve mentioned it before but there is only so many times I can sit through listening to her call these horses by their new names like they should respond and baby talking them when it’s kinda clear most of them don’t like her at all, especially the ones she calls `mamas’.

 

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Becky was right!

The best part of today was being treated to a master class of how not to load a horse courtesy of Bang Bang Becky.  I’ve never really been an Arab person myself, but I half wanted to phone in and buy this mare today.  Not only is she kinda nice looking, she appears to be smart.  She no how, no way, wanted any part of going back to HiCaliber to waste away in a small pen.  She never really got down and dirty, although they gave her every reason to, but she categorically refused to get on that trailer for an hour and a half.  She initially put her front feet up in the trailer but when nobody rewarded her by releasing some pressure, she basically said `fuck that’ and backed out and stayed out.  She didn’t want to move forward with all the mixed signals she was getting and I didn’t really blame her.  I’m not sure why twirling the shank in her face is supposed to encourage foward movement or why lunging her and getting her even more worked up was supposed to help.  The body position for lunging, if that even was what they were trying to do, was bizarre.  They contemplated attempting to back her onto the trailer and then, they parked one of the PB horses directly behind her so she couldn’t fly backwards.  I’d have been so pissed had that have been my horse.  Finally, as a last resort, they decided to use the chutes to run her into the trailer.  It seemed to me that the twirling shank began to make contact and it really is a testament to that mare’s intelligence. that she didn’t climb that half gate and really hurt herself.  They gave her every reason to.  Between Romney Faye’s incessant yapping, Bang Bang Becky’s clear frustration and we’re not really sure WTF Robyn was doing other than getting in the way, I’d have tried to escape the fate they had in store for sure.  Poor mare.  She fought the good fight.

 

So that was basically it for auction today other than yet another little cry sesh in the car with Romney Faye Baker.  Some of the village idiots have sent her some more baubles to hang around her neck and fondle, so that meant we needed to have some tears and be reminded that she is grieving.  She was antsy to get out of there today.  I’m not sure if that is because it’s been rumored that her fiance, Dumbass Darrell, has a bit of a habit of falling into the nearest vagina when he’s not being closely supervised or what. They crowed about`sweeping’ the auction and getting all the horses but, in reality, only two have the misfortune of going back to the feed lot.  The others were private purchases and I’m not sure why they consider that so awesome considering those are impulse buys and often quick flips.  They even have a donkey that was a private buy a few weeks ago already listed for sale.  Maybe they’re taking a cut from purchase prices or something.  We certainly never see an auction slip and the other thing that disturbs me is that that are paying cash for these horses  There is always a run for the bank after loading and that’s just weird.  Any other organization would have a check and write one for purchase.  I’ve heard of them jacking prices so there’s a little for the pocket and maybe this is how they are doing it.  $25 here, $50 there, who’s going to notice?  Not very transparent by any stretch of the imagination.  I just find myself feeling really sad for those horses that end up getting drug back to that feed lot.

 

I’m going to keep this on the shorter side today.  I have more of our milk carton horses, aka the missing, to feature, but the past few entries have been pretty heavy with that sort of thing.  My hope is that we can eventually get as many as possible remembered and acknowledged.  I find it especially disturbing that a rescue wipes their existence off the website and pages like they never existed. The very same rescue that raked in nearly $100k by telling their donors they wanted to tell the stories of OTTBs that turned out to be almost every breed but.  I’ve been encouraged to see so many people speaking out and gathering strength in numbers.  It’s amusing to be called haters when the reason for this blog and its following is for the love of horses.  Much of what Romney Faye Baker said today was in direct response to this blog and, rightly or wrongly, I’m taking total credit for Michelle not abusing the public live feeds with her personal issues lately.  I probably jinxed that by mentioning it though.  The point being is we are making a difference.  The big difference that everybody is wanting will take time, but it’s worth pursuing.  With that being said, I will sign off for now.  Keep fighting the good fight!

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