Fate with a badge and a gun.

Do you hear that?
The wheels of the Karma Bus are spinning down the macadam, with fate in tow. 

What letter would that be?

This one of course.

It seems as if that ticking clock, is finally on a count down of seconds, minutes, and hours.  Rest assured that foot tapping is out of pure nerves and not egotistical logic.  The quick profit made from flipping resale horses will soon cease to exist.   It will simply mean that Moore will have to rely on the "son he never had" to hustle that much harder for him.  Expand the line of credit that is given to a long time hoarder, perhaps?  Maybe tap into that hauling business that seems to be a very lucrative outlet for a group of individuals, after all we know the Amish don't drive themselves to the backside.  I am sure the bill of sales for one dollar will continue to lead to happy pay days in the sale ring for the Manure Menagerie and friends.  

The sales of sick, lame, over priced horses won't stop, after all there are those that seem to be following step for step in the Shit Shacks path.  It's only a matter of time until that clock starts ticking for them, or has it already started?

The ties that bind never come loose, they simply get knotted like a hangman's noose.

Lie with dogs, you are bound to get fleas.

Seems to be some disgruntled individuals in broker land.
(thanks for the screen shots my friend.)

what's this we have here?  It wasn't very long ago, there was a association between the two.  I mean weren't you just at Bruce's lot not too long ago?  (remember there was no mark up.cough. cough. bullshit.)

Well, I don't see any blood.  Dirty  trailer, which is nothing new, it's Moore's trailer.  Has anyone really looked at his pit he calls his holding facility.  Oh wait, that's a large word, one of which he would never use.  His barn.  That's better, small words work, not the big ones.  Just want to make sure that everyone can clearly read what is being typed.  Fancy five dollar words.  

Yes, we can say hypocrite.  We can also say swindler, malingerer, and pharisee.  

Remember that saying, pot meet kettle, kettle meet pot.

It's interesting, because wasn't it Sunscrew that gave her the start in the business?  Of course the Shit Shack is the organization that made the blue print on how to be horse dealer in rescue clothing.  We can see that the birds are still roosting together.

Listen ladies, put whatever spin you want on things, community effort, rescue, saving slaughter bound horses, brokers, and whatever colorful play on words to get those dollars.  At the end of the day you are nothing more than a common flagitious dealer.  You are no better, than the scalpers, the traders, the buyers, and the suckers they bid up,  the low level dealers hustling their stock, at the end of the day the almighty dollar is what drives all parties involved.  

It truly is all about the horses.

Well, the dealing part anyway.

Stay Sharp, Bitches.

Showing off is the fool's idea of glory.

The hustle that pays off.  

"NOT" For Profit - A Lucrative Loophole for Equine Rescue Programs?

While The Ethic of Equine Rescue gang is signing their John Hancock on some documents.  I really felt as if this needed some elaboration.  Possibly to the tune of "pulling" on the heart strings of donors.  

Not to worry hopefully this will "yank" the rug out from under some individuals.

John Q. Public in most cases does not understand the difference between a Not For Profit and a 501c3.  As stated in the above blog, the definitions are clear between the two coveted titles.  To sum it up in laymen's terms, one is no tax write off, and one is a write off.  To most donors the difference is no real matter, unless donating a certain amount of sums that could assist in the dreaded month of April.  

What about when you see a on going trend?  

It seems that certain trends, well stay current.  Like pulling pregnant mares from auctions, no pun intended.  After all who doesn't love foals?  

"You pick your road and keep going".

On more than one occasion the travesties at New Holland have made blogs buzz, news but not note worthy to most.  And have left more than a handful of Animal and Equine Welfare activist baffled by the lack of enforcement from not one, but two separate agencies. 

In a recent article Dr. James Holt the attending veterinarian at New Holland Sales Barn, and moonlights as the  independent veterinarian that signs off on hundreds of horses death warrants for Brian Moore the notorious East Coast Kill Buyer seems to be looking for nails at low tide.

James Holt Undaunted by Threats.

The abate horse puckey that spews from this articles is immense.  

I am glad to know that Holt has his own standards that sound fantastically spoken, but reek that of week old garbage.

The truth is, I could sit here for hours on end, and rebuttal about every statement Jim made.  However, that would turn into a novel. 

 The "fit for sale" guide lines were revised, and surprise, surprise,  Dr.Holt was one of the individuals who assisted in creating a clearer image of these said guide lines.  Dr.Holt's memory must be slipping, or is it selective?

There have been numerous cases of "fake" coggins, half heaped health certificates, not to mention the number of horses that were not fit for sale being allowed to walk or hobble down the aisle way of New Holland Sales Stables.

Mondays will continue to come, and horses will continue to be unfit for sale, and Dr.Holt will continue to collect those dollars.  "Rescues" will continue to ensure there is a market for these unfit horses for sale.  In true typical fashion of the hustlers and scum, laughing the whole way to the bank.

Before I choose not to let sleeping dogs lie.  I am overly thrilled to know that LAPS is there on a weekly basis, collecting unfit horses, they must of started checking that voice mail box more then twice a day.  Bravo.

As Dr.Jim Holt so wisely stated "You pick your road and keep going."

He is right, after all Karma is two way road.

Beep. Beep.