Guest Column by Lisa LeBlanc ~ HfH Advisory Council Lead Research Specialist It has become glaringly apparent, particularly to the interested public over the past year, that the Bureau of Land Management (BLM), under the auspices of the Department of Interior (DOI), keeps and considers no one’s council but […]
He was young, so young that life had no fear or pain. His life revolved around the warmth that he felt from his mother, her milk and the sun. All the warmth made him feel happy, it made him glow, it made him feel loved.
In Nevada, in just a few weeks’ time, we citizens have to choose between two Senatorial candidates – incumbent Senator Harry Reid or his challenger, Sharron Angle. Now if you are a wild horse advocate that is a rotten choice! Why you may ask?
On September 7th, 2009 my wife, Terry, pressed he lips against my right ear and whispered “We have to do something” as her tears ran down the right side of my face and “Cloud the Stallion of the Rockies” reluctantly lead his family into to the trap that the BLM had waiting for him.
Our recent flurry of rational, planned and effective legal assaults, along with others, upon the Bureau of Land Management’s (BLM) defunct Wild Horse & Burro policy has caused the agency in question to activate one of their most covert and unethical instruments in their arsenal of offensive and unscrupulous weapons used to cover up the truth and facts. This instrument of deception is aimed right at the heart of the wild horse advocacy movement and is, allegedly, considered by a few to be one of us. This is a clear example of just how low this agency will stoop in an effort to perpetuate its agenda and speaks volumes on the absence of integrity relevant to the individual involved.
We had been waiting for quite some time. The BLM guards told us that the helicopter was bringing in another family band of Pryor Mt. wild horses but the clock continued to click. High up atop the observation bluff we equine advocates sat down and crouched behind a feeble jute fence, as ordered, in an alleged effort to “hide” ourselves from any approaching wild horses that would be some 200 yards away.
After the whirlwind events of the past several days we are going to step back for a moment and publish a series of articles that reflect upon the sequence of recent events that has brought us to where we are today. It’s a story of love, trust, faith and vision. Today we start with installment one:
The Inception
Yesterday we dropped a simple “tongue-in cheek” OpEd on our readers in an effort to bring in a little fresh air and to lighten the load, a bit, for those who work so hard to do the right thing for the horses. Lord knows we need it with all of the dark injustices that whirl around us and make us truly wonder at the direction our country is headed. But when I opened up the window and let the fresh air fill my lungs there was the slightest hint of rotten apples that lingered in my nose. I stepped back for a moment, looked around and verbalized:
“Who farted upwind?”
This is Leslie Peeples. She is a woman. See her nice picture with her and her nice horses. Leslie likes horses. Leslie has been around horses almost all of her life. Leslie says that is somewhere around 40 years give or take a few minutes. Leslie is scary. Big bad men are afraid of Leslie. Leslie was polite to big bad men but they were very afraid. Big bad men tried to run over Leslie with a big bad truck. Big bad men tried to chop her up with a helicopter. Big bad men were rude and mean to Leslie. Big bad men have body parts that are not too big. The brain is one of these body parts. Leslie is much smarter than big bad men.
Overall, and this is huge, the bulk of all men are insecure…full stop. That’s why we speak loud, push things around, believe that size matters, play with balls and call it a sport, start wars and subjugate women and animals. Ya can’t deny that boys.
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