Last Mole Standing

I can’t even describe how happy and honored I am to have this post for you today.  I wasn’t sure it was ever going to happen.  As most people know, none of what has come about for The Manson Family would have been possible without the dedication of our moles.  I’ve given some nicknames to some of them only to distinguish that there were separate moles involved at various points in the journey.  There was Stealth Mole, Rogue Mole, Accidental Mole, and Unwitting Moles (they still don’t know they were MY moles).  I’ll talk a bit about them and how it came to be in a post next week.  Today though,  we get to hear from the OG mole.  This amazing person went above and beyond and flew well under the radar almost from the very beginning.  (No Manson, the person you accused on live feed the other day was never a mole for me).  She is a true advocate and horsewoman.  I can never thank her enough for trusting me and putting it on the line to get us so much of what we needed to `make the case’.  If any good came out of this mess for me personally, it was that I got to `meet’ people like OG Mole and call them friends.  They are all that is good in the horse industry.  They are why I never lost my faith in the true horse community and will always seek to defend and protect it from the likes of Manson.  I can go on and on about OG mole, but she also happens to be a much better writer than me.  Who better to tell this story than the OG herself?  Without further ado, gather round for the last HiCaliber guest post.  In her own words…



I followed HiCaliber Horse Rescue since at least 2015/2016. I had donated goods and cash – not a big donor, but a supporter. Around Spring 2017 a few things didn’t add up and then I stumbled upon the Shedrow Confessions blog. It had the unmistakable ring of truth so I followed along. Not long after, there was a lot of concern for Firetyme, one of the Louisiana horses. He was very thin and HiCaliber was refusing to show photos or give updates. In July, I emailed Shedrow and asked if it would help for me to go to the ranch and try to snap a pic. She said yes, please. And so my life as a spy began.


I filled out the volunteer form and attended orientation. While our group toured the ranch, Michelle drove by in her BMW and barely waved at us. Why not roll down the window to thank us for coming? We were allowed to take photos and wander all over, which surprised me. I saw Firetyme, with his scraped up skin, his jutting ribs and bones, and took photos through the stall bars. The ranch was huge and the house and cottages were storybook adorable. During our tour, there were about a dozen horses in a herd with an empty water tub; they started drinking as soon as we filled it. I saw too much manure and way too many horses. The slimy green water leading away from Bubble’s Lair and across the driveway caused one new volunteer to slip and fall. Little did I know this was a good day. That night, as a new volunteer, I was given access to the Facebook groups Biz Desk, where they discuss the operation of the ranch, and Shenanigans, for fun and everything else.
I debated what to do with my pic of Firetyme. Shedrow had doubts about my choice, but I shared it as a visitor post on the HiCaliber Horse Rescue Facebook page. I wrote that I finally visited the ranch and everyone was very nice and this was a horse getting extra care in the barn. The shit hit the fan. My post was deleted and I was kicked out of the private groups but I played innocent. I even responded angrily to a “hater” who messaged me that I was a hero for posting the pic. For all I knew it was a trap anyway. Trust no one! I apologized profusely to April, the very nice woman who’d done the orientation, claiming I had no clue I’d done something wrong. That photo got a lot of traction and I hope changed some minds. My fake sincerity worked and I was added back in the groups. The original poop page even deleted a pissy post about me. Very soon after, they posted carefully posed and probably edited photos of Firetyme showing him looking better and claiming my photo had just been taken at a bad angle. Yeah, 100% no. He was very skinny. They just hated being called out on it.



Amazed that this wasn’t a one-off adventure, I scheduled volunteer time. I mucked the barn, I filled waters; so many low and filthy waters, it was disheartening. During one of my first visits, I saw Becky tack up Dragon for a ride. When she returned, Dr. Spini was ready to do radiographs of him. Upon seeing the images, Michelle said, “There’s a reason these horses end up at auction”. Clearly, something bad. They never updated on Dragon although they had a vet diagnosis of what was wrong with him. Another horse, a sweet grey named Blueberry, was sedated at the tie rail. The vet had explored a wound on the horse’s shoulder, it was open and fairly bloody. Becky asked the vet if she could cover it with a sleazy, which she did. She put it over the horse’s nylon webbed halter. Over a week later – possibly two weeks – I went to the ranch again. Blueberry was in a stall with green water, still wearing the dirty sleazy over the halter. I peeked under it and saw a mound of proud flesh. The photo I took was published on the Shedrow blog. Sure enough, the horse got vet care to remove the proud flesh. It healed and the horse was ultimately adopted.
Yes, I took screen shots, I told Shedrow which horses were in which pens, the horses that were injured, new arrivals, etc. I relayed photos, videos, conversations, whatever might be useful to expose the lies. Of course I betrayed their trust. Sorry not sorry. They betrayed the trust of countless horses on that property and anyone who ever supported them.



The first time I met Michelle she was sitting in a golf cart and seemed out of it. She talked slowly, struggling to come up with a word (I’ve talked with her other times when she was fine). I mentioned that I was good at grooming horses and cleaning tack, I owned a horse & showed, etc. She said she could get anyone to clean tack, what she really needed was riders. She told me to contact Amanda and join the riding team. I messaged Amanda, in case Michelle checked, but said I was uncomfortable riding horses that I knew nothing about while they’re only in a rope halter. I’m too old to be a crash test dummy. My own trainer was appalled at the prospect and basically forbade it.
Amanda never responded. She was generally unfriendly and gave off a know-it-all vibe. I witnessed one of her lessons, a novice rider in the round pen on one of their lesson horses, I think it was Strategist. The rider was not balanced, the horse was in a rope halter, and Amanda tells her to canter. She cues a bit too much and the OTTB starts a vigorous canter, the rider squeezes her legs to hold on, and the canter gets bigger. She falls rather hard into the gate, hitting her head, thankfully wearing a helmet. I could see the bruises in photos posted later that week on Shenanigans. I would never allow Amanda to teach my kids or touch my horses. I’ve seen her ride. I’ve seen her pulling a horse behind the golf cart for exercise and when it balked, she got off and smacked it with the lead rope several times. It wasn’t the action as much as the underlying meanness, her lack of control that bothered me.



The sheer number of horses was astounding and it was impossible to care for that many. Few, aside from their super broke favorites, received enough interaction and exercise. They got hay. They mostly had water, though there were many instances of empty waters or slimy waters. One day as I scrubbed a huge water trough I saw Michelle making her “medical” rounds. I asked if I should leave the low, filthy waters so that they could be scrubbed before refilling or just top off. I was at the end of my 2 hr shift and had to get to work. Michelle replied, “That is a pet peeve of mine with the volunteers. They fill up the waters without cleaning the tubs. I always say, if I wouldn’t drink it, the horses won’t drink it. Don’t worry, I go around at night and check all the waters and clean the ones that need it.” I damn near laughed out loud. First, because that was obviously not true. Second, the comment about water being clean enough for a person to drink was the exact comment that Forgotten Horses rescue had recently posted on their Facebook page. I also got to witness the amusing weight tape around the belly measurement. I was warned that Michelle does not like to be corrected so I said nothing.



By my 3rd or 4th visit I was feeling sassy. Shedrow suggested I leave a note, a calling card, at the ranch, just to poke the bear. My daughter and I cut out letters from several magazines and catalogs to spell “I Am Shedrow”, ransom note style. We used latex gloves throughout the process so there were no fingerprints for Ingrid to run through Homeland Security, lol. I took a photo of the note, which Shedrow published. We brought the note to the ranch, still handling it with gloves, and ended up putting it with boxes of latex gloves on a shelf (next to the fridge with questionable packages inside). When I checked later, it was gone so I know they found it. By the way, do you know who isn’t Shedrow? Jennifer Marek or Teresa Cook.



The excessive manure created a horrendous fly problem. So. Many. Flies. The horses were never at rest. The mountains of manure were overwhelming and by the end trailed around large sections of the stall areas. Early on, I had mucked the barn and at least one stall clearly hadn’t been done in days. Absolutely filthy, layers of manure, soaked shavings with a powerful stench of ammonia. This was Firetyme’s stall. I posted in the private group about my concern for stall conditions and another mole screen shot it before an admin deleted it. I think they tried harder to keep up the stalls after that. One of the other moles felt sorry for me because she thought I was just a nice volunteer doing my best to help. The lack of repairs on the ranch was appalling. During the Pasture Puff adoption event, a horse tied to the arena fence pulled back so hard he tore down a big chunk of fencing. They rigged up a metal panel with baling twine. Everything seemed to be held together with baling twine. Once the ranch manager, Jesus, left it rapidly went to hell.



I volunteered to groom several horses for a Pasture Puff adoption event, hopefully facilitating their escape from the ranch. I brushed, detangled, sprayed glitter on them, and added a couple cute braids to manes. While brushing the first horse I heard a voice I recognized from the videos. It’s Romney in shorts, cowboy boots, and more makeup than I own, slowly heading my way, chatting loudly with everyone as she went. She melodramatically cried out, “There’s a piece of hay in this water bucket! Oh my God, call Animal Control!” As if HiCaliber is being unfairly singled out for filthy water for their horses. Hilarious, Romney. She introduced herself to me then proceeded to pick at the horse’s snarled mane with her fingernails. I commented “you’re dressed smart for such a hot day” and she replied “that’s what I’m here for” or “that’s what my job is” or something similar, as if I’d told her she was sexy.
Just then, a horse tied to a rail spooked and pulled back, which spooked Romney pretty good. Easy, girl. Another time I told a group of volunteers that I had to leave an event because my mom had fractured her neck recently and I needed to check on her. Romney’s response was “Wow, dramatic much?” I know it was meant to be funny, a broken neck is dramatic, but it was just off kilter. Romney gave me the heebie jeebies.



At least 6 months into this venture I was aware of one other mole at the ranch. HiCaliber was now using the “seen by” feature on their private group posts and keeping a list of who saw private info that made its way onto the blog. Ingrid conducted purges and truly earned the moniker Angrid. I devised a way for us moles to clear each other. One of us would stay off Biz Desk & Shenanigans until some tidbit was posted that could be shared on the blog. Once it was public, we knew HiCaliber would immediately check the list of people who saw the private post. The mole who stayed away from the private groups would not have seen the post so they would be in the clear. We waited a day to be sure. Then, the other mole had their turn to get cleared. By necessity we had to learn each other’s identity and trust each other. I’m sure there were those who suspected I was a mole and maybe at some point they didn’t care. They did stop posting medical info, adoptions, and stall assignments. After awhile I assumed there was an insider Facebook group where they discussed anything important or controversial.



I did a night shift babysitting Magnum and that one just tore up my heart. The poor foal was desperate to nurse and the stupid bucket of formula was an insult to his needs. Another volunteer told me she witnessed him sucking his own penis. The guinea hens made constant noise, pooping in water buckets and feed, being nuisances. Across from Magnum were the “sushi foals” and they looked horrible and sickly with huge bellies and rough dull coats. During the time I volunteered I saw plenty of wounds, ratty manes, and dirty coats. But the hardest thing to see was the neediness of horses that used to have owners. I’ll never forget spending at least 45 minutes brushing Sahara in her stall. I tried to stop so I could groom another horse and she nudged her way in between us, insisting I brush her some more. A total love. If I could’ve gotten out one horse, it would’ve been her. A few months later I found out they shot her. I don’t know why. I cried over her.



February 2018
One day I showed up while Michelle was doing a live video by the barn, overlooking the property. I parked in the lot next to Michelle’s house. My car was beside the slope leading down to a dirt drive. Something down there caught my eye. It took a moment to process what I saw. It was a black tarp and a blue tarp with pools of blood, a thick trail of blood, and a pile of manure on top of the blood. I managed to snap a few photos. I was shocked and sick to my stomach but I went up to the barn anyway. There were lots of volunteers there. There was one woman who was clearly upset; I found out later she was especially shaken about the death of JacksonMax. I can’t remember what was going on that day, but there were way more people than usual. A kid was trying a pony out in the arena. The next day they were going to host a girl scout troop. And I’m wondering what would their parents think if they saw the tarps and the blood?



I tried to “support” HiCaliber and not let my friends, real horse people, think I actually supported them. On the day I found the bloody tarps, if you watch Michelle’s video you can see my car driving up the driveway. On one of their last videos, you can see me bathing Legacy while the dog licks his belly. I avoided the parties because of the videos they made. I didn’t comment on public threads, but did engage in conversation on the private threads, including some surreal ones where we railed against the mole. I locked down my Facebook page. I ignored Ingrid’s friend request.

One especially funny incident was when a volunteer contacted a local magazine to propose an article about how to judge a “good” horse rescue. My daughter is the editor of that magazine. She told me that the subject quickly turned into a pro-HiCaliber volunteer profile request and the woman said she’d write the article for free. In the private groups, this woman asked other volunteers to pretend they lived in the magazine’s zip code so they could be in the article. Yeah, there was never going to be an article.

At the start I told my boss what I was doing, just in case it went sideways and they got nasty calls about me. He backed me up completely. I knew several people, including co-workers, who had previous ties to HiCaliber and were disgusted with them. Former fosters, volunteers, donors, etc. I let some of them in on the secret, usually to get more info. Laurie McGee is a friend and accomplished rider and trainer; she helped rehab my injured horse at the same time she was fostering HiCaliber Juliette, which she wrote about in her blog. It was at Lindsey Crouse’s barn, small world. When Laurie’s blog was published I thought I would have to come clean because our friendship is no secret. But nope, I kept on.



There were some truly good volunteers at HiCaliber. Head and shoulders above everyone I met was April Zimmerman. She is genuinely delightful. To this day I have no idea why she was involved with someone like Michelle. She is the only one I felt bad deceiving. April is smart, funny, and genuine and any organization would be lucky to have her.

After a full year of mole duty I wondered if there was an end in sight. Shedrow assured me things were still in the works and there were many things she didn’t divulge on the blog so that they could play out. I respected her ability to manage the information she gathered. Not everything needed to be published. Every time I went to HiCaliber I left thinking this is it, this is the last time I’m coming here. And then I’d steel myself to do it again eventually.



November 2018.
I showed up at the ranch unannounced, which was easy to explain because Biz Desk and the schedule were long gone. I was mildly disconcerted to find Michelle, Sarah, and several others sitting around eating Rubio’s. They were making fun of people who wondered where the “stallion from the fires” had come from. I offered to groom a horse for the upcoming adoption day and Michelle said it was cancelled due to lack of interest. I said I could still groom or water or muck. The ladies said everything had been done but I could groom if I wanted. I opted to bathe Legacy. There was a helicopter flying over and they joked it was code enforcement. Michelle then said maybe it was actually Teresa Cook; I asked if she was with code enforcement (now that’s funny stuff!) Michelle said it was a woman who followed her around town and followed her & her kids to school and she had to file a restraining order or something. Huh, that’s not how I hear the story told. Michelle was so chatty and said she was happy to finally be outside at the ranch again instead of indoors doing administrative work. She said I was welcome to come out to the ranch anytime and that “it’s so much better here now that all the fuckheads are gone”. Oops, you missed one! Michelle told whoever brought the Rubio’s that they should reimburse themselves, so there was at least some cash available. The volunteer graciously said no, she couldn’t do that.



December 2018
The last visit was depressing. A few volunteers were there. I checked waters; several were low, most were dirty. Pens were filthy and muddy after the rain. There were drier pens available but they didn’t move anyone to them. The pig’s pen was so gross. The absolute ruination of the property seemed to stand out even more now that there were so few horses. Tanner and a cow were in the arena. Tanner looked off in the right hind and was pacing frantically at one end for an hour. Surprisingly, the barn looked good with fresh shavings. I saw Braveheart in there, Barry Boi, and a horse named Liri, which was possibly the stallion “from the fires”. Hard to tell with fly mask & blanket on, behind stall bars, with its hooves in shavings. I counted 40 horses. This would include however many Michelle claims as her own. The worst part of this visit was the horses did not seem engaged anymore, they were less interested in interacting with me. Depressed is a word I would use. They needed out of there badly. Shedrow told me the eviction notice and lawsuit was coming, which gave me hope this would be over soon.

DECEMBER 12, 2018
And now the end, at least for the debacle at that ranch. It is a huge relief, no more pretending to support this farce of a rescue. I feel like there should be a party somewhere. No Fireball allowed, champagne for me, merci. Thank you to the friends who kept my secret and my family who listened to me vent and supported what I was doing. Huge thanks to Shedrow for initiating the beginning of the end for HiCaliber, protecting my identity on multiple occasions, and everyone who did so much more than me. My last thank you is to my beautiful horse, Einstein. He let me cry in his mane and hug him too tight and kept me busy and sane through all the drama. Three months ago I had to humanely euthanize him due to severe neck arthritis and ataxia. He was only 13. I will miss him forever. I hope that everyone who followed this rollercoaster for nearly two years will keep paying attention to horses that need help and support the rescues and sanctuaries that do things right. #IAmShedrow



Today was National Day of The Horse.  It seems somehow fitting that this day was the day that The Manson Family finally got sent packing.  It was live tweeted on inewsource’s Twitter page and there were several advocates there as well.  In short, there have been and will continue to be pics, footage and talk about this being dropped for days.  Thankfully, we had somebody there too that could get some things more specific to what has been discussed on this blog over the past 20 months or so and answer a few questions we’ve all had.  This post is obviously going to be pic and clip heavy.  Make sure you click on the videos on this post as they add quite a bit of context to everything.  If you have any questions about any of the pics or footage in particular, please just ask and don’t speculate.  There really isn’t much commentary needed as the pics will speak for themselves.  I gotta warn people that some stuff towards the end of this post is going to be really upsetting.  Maybe read on an empty stomach.  Are you ready?  Let’s do this for one of the last times…

Initially, advocates and the owners had to wait outside the property while HiCaliber moved the horses out.  The majority of horses being moved appeared to be the personally owned ones.  This clip seems to be of a very lame Barry Boi being unloaded from a stock trailer only to be lead up and tied to a tree on the neighbor’s property.

Next we have Manson leading horses out, one of which appeared to be Foreskin.  As you can see Manson wasn’t in a great mood and was more concerned with yelling at people.

More horses.  Hard to tell exactly who some are with their masks on but this one could be Chrome.

Shasta may or may not have joined Manson’s personal hoard.  She’s still there even though she’s listed as adopted on their website.

Wrinkles’ horse Kennedy being brought out by a volunteer

Some of the volunteers got a bit aggressive with some of the people there with the family.  In this video, the volunteer kicks the gate into inewsource reporter Megan Wood.  There was really no excuse for this.


I’m not 100% sure which gray horse this is (he is gray under all that mud) but I’m guessing it’s Solar.  Yet another horse that hasn’t ever really been available for adoption

Yup, Tanner the horse was brought next door to be tied to a tree as well.  I’m kinda wondering how she’s going to grift for his castration for the third or fourth time now that they are claiming to be closed.  Romney Faye was present today, but was not seen anywhere near any of the horses.  She left with a crate of cats or something.

Above are pictures of various of Manson’s personal horses being brought next door.  yes, that is Amanduh tying one of them up.  Manson appeared to be leading Foreskin and the cremello with the pulled mane is likely Dawson.  Kinda strange one of Manson’s personal horses would have been groomed at all recently but maybe she’s trying to sell her or something.  Who knows? I’m sure now that there is no more HiCaliber (or so she says), she won’t feel the need to donate their adoption fees back to the rescue like she claimed she would.



When the time was finally up, Manson and her crew were escorted off the property by the sheriff.  A normal person would be embarrassed but she was defiant until the bitter end. What she didn’t manage to bring with her was Bubbles, Bernie, Corky, two chickens and all the guinea fowl.  Strangely, none of these animals seemed to be missing Manson like she claimed they would.  In fact, it was business as usual as they continued to wallow in their filth.  Manson claims she is going back in for the pig and cows, but that remains to be seen. I feel like they are much better off already.  Corky is having a hard time moving around apparently so having him stuffed in a trailer for God knows how long wouldn’t be in his best interest although putting an animal first isn’t exactly a HiCaliber thing.

With Manson finally gone for good, we were finally allowed our first unfettered look at the utter destruction of this once beautiful property.  The level of filth cannot be adequately described.  Remember that Manson claimed that a `big cat’ injured her two horses and that the fences were all fine. I believe it was Amberloser that claimed she walked `every inch of that property’ and didn’t see an issue.  Ok then…

The amount of debris and trash left behind was off the charts.  What I noticed was how much donated tack and equipment is just left lying around, obviously never having been taken care of or maintained.



Even Manson’s beloved drug den  med room was left in a complete shambles.  Again, it’s sure nice to so many of the supplies she continually begged for, right up until the bitter end, just lying around and wasted.  I didn’t ask if the autoclave or SAA machine were left behind, but I’m guessing not.  There didn’t seem to be any drugs left behind either.  Shocking.

This next part is what I need to warn people about.  While I have posted about the severed legs in the freezer before, what they found today was a bit more disturbing than that.  Don’t get me wrong, the severed leg was still there, but that was the least of the issues and, of course, there was food and Fireball stuffed in there with the medical waste.


That’s right folks, Manson had a dead bobcat in the freezer.  I posted some months ago about her inquiring about somebody skinning a roadkill bobcat and she claimed it was for a friend.  Unless that `friend’ was Wrinkles, Manson was referring to one of her personalities.  I’m not even sure if this is legal but hopefully the family will contact Fish and Wild Life so this animal can be disposed of properly.  Aren’t you glad you never had a meal at HiCaliber?

So here is the house.  Manson went to great lengths on live telling us all this was because she only had 36 hours to get out.  Hmm.  Even if that was so, she was sitting in her car eating Chik Fil A doing live feeds for part of it.  We’re also supposed to forget that she hadn’t paid her rent since last June.  I’m guessing she would have had to guess she gonna get the boot if she didn’t fix that up  At any rate, this is way more than 36 hours worth of filth and cat shit in that littler box.  Remember how she’s had her followers posting pics and making fun of other people and rescues for the conditions of their place and none of them had dead fucking animals stuffed in the freezer with their food. Just saying…


This is probably enough to digest for one day.  There will be several other pics and videos coming out (if they haven’t already) from news sources and other advocates.  I will get back with y’all in a couple of days.  I have the guest post to end all guest posts sitting in the queue, so watch this space.

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



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


Nacho’s truck and trailer at Ontario November/18

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


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


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

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


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


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


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


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


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


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



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


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


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

I’ve been a little busy these past few weeks and yes, I still have a few posts marinating.  I expect to get one to you by the weekendish.  However, as promised, I said I’d get pertinent updates up immediately and today is one of those times.  Not much more I can add to this and will let the documents speak for themselves.  As ever, thank you to my contributors for keeping me organized and up to date.  Me love you long time 😉 Here are the recent court filings from HiCaliber’s landlord.  I can’t wait to hear how `haters’ are responsible for damaging the property.  Enjoy!



Trick or Treat!

I know, I know.  I keep saying I’m working on the next post.  I still am and, in fact, there are actually 2 posts in various stages in the queue aka when I get around to finishing them.  It’s not that they are overly long or maybe even all that interesting but they are there and they will eventually be here.  Some things just take a bit longer to marinate when you have the luxury of them not being `out there’ yet.  For now though, I have another more time sensitive update which will be short and sweet.  I’m kinda digging the short and sweet updates.  They could almost be habit-forming if I wasn’t so burned out on this shit show.


I have posted this screenshot back on the post, Tick Tock. That was back in mid September when there was still the slightest chance that Manson would actually honor her eviction notice and get gone.  It is clearly stated that they were expected to be down to 39 or fewer horses by October 10th which might be why Manson was refusing to allow the compliance officers on the property to do their most recently scheduled check.  That  brings us to today’s update.  As per Manson’s demands, the compliance officer obtained a warrant and posted a notice on their fence last Monday.  It was giving them 24 hours notice that county would be coming in with the Sheriff to do their head counts.  This received no response so, on Halloween, the warrant was served by the sheriff and the check was done. The sheriff remained with Manson during the check and she was `not happy’, which is a direct quote.  The number of horses was in excess of 40 which puts them out of compliance.  No surprise there given their latest hay ask and the math attached to that.  However, the loophole is that the `official’ number of horses excludes personally owned horses.  We know that Manson claims ownership of at least a dozen horses all the time and up to 16 or more some of the time depending on circumstances.  Wrinkles currently owns 2 and Cammy has adopted one as well.  However, HiCaliber has so far not provided any documents proving who owns which horses and the county is prepared to issue a citation should they not do this.  They have also copied their attorney, Mr. Fancy Socks, in on the demand letter.  Should they not respond, things will continue to move fairly quickly.  It appears that unlike the IRS, San Diego county means it when they issue a deadline.  The only problem with all this is that, if you look on the top of the compliance schedule, the property owner is the one that is going to end up getting the fines as the permit goes to the property.  I’ll give you three guesses as to how many fucks Manson gives about the property owner getting a citation or fine.


So, that is the current state of affairs at the feed lot as we enter the eighth month of their long and drawn out goodbye.  It would seem Manson is in quite a pickle.  In order to get code compliance off her ass, she needs to claim ownership of all but 3 horses.  If she does that, she’s going to be in even more hot water for fundraising for her own personal hoard.  I have to think this super private adoption event she’s planning on hosting next week plays into all this.  It also appears from her latest ramblings that she’s going to try to make a comeback of sorts since none of her other grifts have worked out as well as of late.  Clearly she is mistaking silence for complacency in some quarters and that is a huge mistake.  Rest assured that boots remain on the ground and everything is still open.  And that’s all I have to say about that…..for now.

I apologize for the radio silence lately.  I’m sure there are a few conspiracy theories floating around as to why but it’s really no more complicated than a) I’m busy AF this time of year b) Not much to report that is newsworthy or relevant c) I procrastinate…a lot!  Also, I actually have been working on a few other things, but they keep getting pushed to the back burners as my attention is required elsewhere. We’ll deal with all that on another day.  For today, I’ve got a minor update which seems best to document in a post rather than lose it in the comments.  It’s short and sweet so no need to settle in.  Save that for the next one when I get around to putting it up.


One of the things that has been mentioned in prior posts it the whole permit issue and their lack of compliance that has been going on for over a year.  While the village idiots have conveniently forgotten about the 20k that was raised to cover the permit that never happened, Code Enforcement has not forgotten and has been diligent in making sure that HiCaliber is sticking to their compliance schedule.  Sadly, as with all things Manson, that hasn’t gone according to plan.  The Code Enforcement Officer did show up at the ranch for an unannounced visit some time in September.  I am told that `didn’t go well’ as they met Manson for the very first time and she kinda freaked out on them and would not allow them to count heads or do a walk through.  Wrinkles has always been the point of contact and was supposed to schedule the October compliance but has yet to do that either.  At some point, the word out of HiCaliber was that nobody was getting on that ranch without a warrant. The owner of the property has confirmed that he is in the process of evicting them and did give Code permission to inspect and do a walk through, but they are going to go by the book and obtain a warrant if HiCaliber continue to ignore requests for a compliance inspection.  This information comes from an actual conversation with Claudia as well as the above screen shot.


Another week, another $1500 fundraiser.  It’s funny how that’s the amount they ALWAYS seem to need even though they now only have 22 horses listed as available on their website  Of course, that number is fluid. Dottie and Kori are recent adoption returns and Dom and Suzy Q are either personal projects or HiCaliber horses depending on the day and situation. Still, if you do the math given their claims of how many bales a day they are feeding and how long their hay supply lasts, they are feeding a lot more than 20 horses.  Double that and you might be close to what the actual head count is.  Conspicuously absent from the website and radar is Telissa.  While Kori and Dottie were immediately added to the website upon their return, there has been no mention of Telissa since Manson prevented her from going to a permanent sanctuary.  Whether this is a case of Manson not being everybody’s bitch or Telissa being given sanctuary under the tarp so they could get that double body removal discount when Paxton died, is anybody’s guess.


I told y’all this would be short and sweet.  I don’t really feel a need to rehash a bunch of things that everybody knows about and other things need to marinate a bit before dropping.  Rest assured things are being followed up on and monitored and I will share them as I am able.   I suspect this is going to drag on for a while yet to come because aside from the regular $1500 asks, the Facebook fundraisers keep rolling in, checks keep being sent and various `assets’ are being sold off/traded.   I’m sure the released Paypal funds have been burned through long ago.  What hasn’t seemed to have happened is their 2017 financials being filed with the appropriate agencies.  You’d think with such a drastically reduced number of horses and hardly any live videos these days, there would be ample time to clean up the paperwork.  You’d also think it would leave time for Manson to get a real job, but I have long since learned that applying logic or conventional morality to this situation is an exercise in futility.  Tick tock…