Category: The Force of the Horse

Wyoming’s “Slaughterhouse” Sue Wallis Condones Slaughtered Horse Desecration

It’s all over the internet about the petite, 21-year-old Oregon woman, Jasha Lottin, killing her own 32-year-old horse, stripping off her clothes, climbing “inside” the dead horse’s body, asking her boyfriend to take pictures of her, eating the flesh of her horse and then posting the bloody pictures on the web and wondering why people are flipping out?!?!? DUUUHHHHH!!!

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Animal Abuser – Therapy or Jail?

As part of my less formal education I attended a course from HSUS called “First Strike – The Violence Connection.” While the material presented was shocking, the conclusion fits like a glove onto every scenario of animal abuse and neglect that I’ve witnessed. The bottom line is that when you see a person who is guilty of animal abuse, you are also looking at a person who has no problem beating the hell out of another human. Animal abuse is a proven predictor of violent behavior.

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Paroled Wild Mustang Murderer Taking Act to Wyoming

Last Wednesday, Jason Meduna, convicted of 145 counts of felony animal cruelty carrying a sentence of 5-10 years in January of 2010 was covertly granted parole by the state of Nebraska while they negotiated with Wyoming to allow the felon to reside in their state upon his release. The official parole board statement referred to Meduna’s parole as “pending” while they attempted to rid themselves of the controversial wild horse and burro murderer at their very first opportunity and to add injury to insult, they are going to attempt to dump their trash just across their state line so that the smell does not carry back to their precious board room. Sorry boys and girls, he ain’t gonna be all that far away.

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Blazer, the Little Horse that Could!

As funny as this may sound one of the most significant influences in my life was not a person, a book or even a song; it was my horse Blazer.
I was given Blazer as a birthday gift when I was 10 years old and from that day on my life was never the same. I spent all my time with Blazer. He taught me commitment, responsibility, and how to love something unconditionally and for him he expected nothing in return but maybe a treat every now and then.Through Blazer, I grew as a person. I trained him from the ground up and made him into something that no one else ever thought he could be. Blazer was 14.2 hands, which is about 4’6 in feet.

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Backwoods Bumpkin Recommends Wild Horses for Fish Food

“A friend on FaceBook tipped me off to this little gem, below. Being a blogger and writer I am acutely aware of the fact that everyone is entitled to their own opinion but this ole back-woods cuss about takes the cake when it comes to cruelty, ignorance and a single minded buy-in to the BLM’s BS. You have to visit the “Opinion” website and drop off a comment or two as the author’s article has been up for over 24 hours with nary a comment to be seen. This will surely get your chaps hiked up but remember, Sunday is just around the corner and we have a special story to share that will wash out your minds and charge up your spirit so hang in there.

In the “mean” time…” ~ R.T.

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Horse Whispers

It’s Sunday, and I could not leave you fellow advocates and friends of the horses with the ugly images of the likes of Jason Meduna, Sue Wallis, Dave Duquette and the BLM dancing in your minds; that in it’s own right is a cruel and unnecessary act. So for today, I give you a story that appears in our Book in an effort to wash your minds and souls free of the dirt, blood and corruption while replenishing and refreshing your spirit. You may take it at it’s face value, but for those of you who have plunged into the depths of the equine spirit, you know of what I write. Keep the faith and may the Force of the Horse® be with you, my friends. ~ R.T.

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Evidence of a Wild Mustang Murderer

Today we share with you the anniversary perspective from the woman who suffered long before any of us were aware of Meduna and who continues to suffer, today, from witnessing the evil that walked on two legs and killed wild horses as a hobby and pastime. Her name is Vicki Freiberger and this is her story, in her words and through her eyes.

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Alleged Horse Trainer BBQs Horses for Clients

Sadly, if you have been unfortunate enough to be around the issue of predatory horse slaughter, for any length of time, you have had no choice but to run into the name of bloody, pro-slaughter extremest Dave Duquette the witless sidekick of equine terrorist Wyoming State Rep. “Slaughterhouse” Sue Wallis. With Wallis leading the way down a path of blind lies, self-serving statements and threats against the horses of the United States Dave “Doink” Duquette has been right behind her picking up on scraps and never coming forth with an original thought, the veritable “lap dog” of all that is sick and perverse with American society today. Allegedly a horse trainer, Doink would brag and extol upon the pleasures of brutally killing and eating the very companion animals that he is said to earn his income through breeding and training. If you ever wanted a nasty email, sprinkled with expletives and uneducated rants, simply write to ole Doink and your wish would be granted but then…he disappeared.

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NY Times Climbs into Bed with BLM, AGAIN

If you want to get the straight poop on what’s happening to the last of our native wild equines on the public lands of the Western United States, don’t open up the New York Times. The Times have been hacking at the Wild Horses over the past several weeks, from featuring a flowery and nonfactual article on the BLM’s new Wild Horse and Burro program manager, Joan Guilfoyle, who didn’t have the energy or kahonies to answer questions from a roomful of scientists and equine professionals the following week, to today’s article on how rough and tough it is for the BLM to manage all of those overpopulating and overgrazing silly wild horses on public lands. Kiss my backside and bark at the moon, the city boys got it all assbackwards again.

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Where are the Men in Horsemen?

There has been a nagging thought, just outside of my reach, that’s been chewing on me for the past decade or so. Something that never comes up and bites me in the butt but rather circles about and lightly taps me on the shoulder now and then in an effort to confuse and distract me at the most inopportune times.

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