Guest Post: For The Love of Barry Boi

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

(I never got a response…)

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

(pre-flush)

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

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

 

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

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

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

-Michelle’s dinner vs Horses dinner

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

(Bonsall- Rizzo and Tortuga)

(Bonsall- Rizzo, Solar, Shasta, Tortuga)

Always my little shadow.

 

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

Love, Skeletor aka Sarah

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

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

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

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Two More For The Show

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.

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.

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.

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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Had Enough Yet?

Guess what?  Just when you think you’ve seen it all or things are as bad as they can be,  it’s `hold my beer’ and we sink to new depths.   The further we get into it, the more I feel that beer probably isn’t strong enough to deal with this and my boots aren’t even the ones on the ground, under the bed or in the shadows.  My heart hurts from all this, but we’re going to keep it going until Manson finally gets the point and comes correct.  Perhaps today’s post will move a few more people into the light tip the balance.  So, let’s get down to it.  We have some more befores, afters and WTFs to share today.  All these horses are inmates at Rancho del Grifto, but not all are owned by Manson.  I guess we’ve got a birds of a feather situation to go along with the little birds that are chirping a lot lately.  Ready?

 

 

I thought maybe I’d ease us all into today’s post with a softball.  This is Chrome while he was still an inmate at Rancho del Grifto.  We already know he made it out alive, if a little thin.  Some of the village idiots claimed he lost his weight in transport, but as you can see from these photos, that clearly wasn’t the case.  At one point he had open wounds with bandages that went unchanged despite Manson claiming she was changing them.  I guess while we’re on the subject of untreated wounds…

Various and sundry other injuries at the ranch that went untreated by Manson.  I guess this is what happens when they are bored and hungry and Manson is working her latest trick.

These are from last spring.  Yet another round of strangles galloped through Manson’s herd just as it seems to every spring.  It’s worth noting especially if she does come to her senses and release these hostages.  Quarantine will be essential for anything coming off this ranch.

Christina Pagan boards her horses at Rancho del Grifto.  Some of you may recall her for being the bully bitch at auction sometimes.  More specifically,  she was the private buyer liaison who would trudge around with her German Shepherd and try to intimidate people that dared to show up at auction without their permission.  She’s also the person who adopted Betty the pitbull and lost her with that little incident ending up with Betty being road pizza.  RIP Betty.   Christina’s horses are in the same pen as Braveheart and much like their owner, a few of them are bullies.  I can only imagine how much worse that situation is when they are all fighting over half rations.  The lighter colored palomino is Christina’s horse, Lego (the other palomino is Braveheart).  He is also losing weight.  He wasn’t lame when he arrived at the ranch, but he is now.  Really lame.  I think its important for people to know that even if we get every last Manson horse off that place, there are still a few `privately owned’ horses being subjected to the exact same conditions.

This is the part of the post where things get really rough.  This is Solar, or at least it was back in December and before.  Maybe many people don’t know much about Solar because he was never really high profile or available for adoption.  It’s actually a minor miracle he never ended up with a bullet in his head, but for whatever reason he was a sanctuary horse at HiCaliber and, if I had to guess, probably the longest inmate all because Manson’s son likes him.  That’s the official reason anyhow.

Solar has had some ongoing abscess issue for a while from what I understand but at some point since December things started to go downhill with him fast.  Depending on the day, Manson would say its because he was no longer with Shasta or he had cancer.  If I had to guess, I’d say he was likely hungry as it was around about that time his grain became more miss than hit.  The last known condition of Solar will break your heart.

Coming as no surprise to anybody, Solar’s condition has rapidly deteriorated.  Manson can try to pawn it off on cancer or the vapors but the fact is he’s suffering from a lack of proper food and when he does get fed, he’s picking his nutrients out of a swamp.  Helluva a way to treat your son’s favorite horse.

Does anybody remember Spartan?  I did a post about him last year when he was the subject of one of Manson’s `training videos’.  She tried to pass him off as a new HiCaliber horse which wasn’t the case.  You can refresh your memories about that here, with video and intake sheets included. He is said to have some pretty severe abuse issues and takes a quiet and patient hand to handle him, so clearly not ever a horse that Manson should have been around.  I believe he had recently returned from foster at the time and he looked good.  The above pic is from around the same time.  You know what’s coming though, right? You saw a little peak of him up above in Solar’s pics.

Here is Spartan within the last month. Yet another former HiCaliber horse slowly starving to death.  At this point I don’t even know what else there is to say.  This has to end.

I think that’s probably enough for this post.  Sure, I could get a bit offtrack and talk about late night drug runs to Escondido involving a drive up bedroom window, but maybe we’ll do that kinda thing in a later post.  I know Manson and her remaining minions read here.  I know they’re freaking out (thanks little bird).  Yet, Manson is still trying to have some control over the situation.  It’s not going to work this time.  Until every last horse is out of her clutches, and the cows and pig too if they’re even still alive (I haven’t asked yet), I will be relentless. I can’t sleep at night because of this shit.  The suffering of these animals haunt me.  When I am tired I’m even more bitchy than normal and I think anybody that knows me will tell you that being a bitch is a default setting for me.  There are many offers of homes for these animals.  The only thing preventing them from the soft landing they all deserve is Manson.  There will be no money handed over to her or negotiating beyond what time can we get them picked up.  Until she gets through her big fat head, we’re going to keep on spilling tea and there is at least one guest post that’s coming up if Manson doesn’t come correct on this matter.  Want a little teaser about it? I don’t even know if I can handle what’s coming.

 

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From Bad To Worse

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

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