Tag: Horse Slaughter

The Princess, a Duke and a plan that goes “Doink”

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away there lived an evil Princess whose name was Sue. The evil Princess had it in her mind that all Unicorns were bad and that she and her followers should kill all of them. No one knew where this idea had come from, but Princess Sue was very persistent when it came to her hatred of the magical Unicorns. She also thought that they tasted good, not for her of course, but for the poor, needy and rather dopey people that kept her in her esteemed office. So she came up with the plan that if she could get all the poor and needy people to kill all of the Unicorns then she would clear the way for a great big BBQ where all of the ignorant people could eat the meat that was once the Unicorns.

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Wyoming Rep. “Slaughterhouse” Sue Wallis is Challenged for her Bloodied House Seat

Have you ever heard the phrase “what goes around comes around” or “someday all that bad karma is coming back to haunt you”? Well I am willing to bet that Wyoming’s bloody queen of horse slaughter, Sue Wallis, is beginning to believe in such statements as her state house seat is being challenged well in advance of the required pre-election announcement date.

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Horse Whispers

I’ve been gone for several weeks, on the road, doing human things and attempting to meet the demands of others’ needs. In traveling about we are surrounded and assailed by all that is human; the machines, the noise, the people and the unnatural mechanical noise that gnaws at the brain just underneath your consciousness.

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Selling the “Unwanted Horse”

One cannot imagine used cars being marketed as “unwanted cars” or existing homes being offered as “unwanted homes”. But amazingly the Unwanted Horse Coalition (UHC) has managed to define horses offered for sale and unlucky enough to be purchased for slaughter as “unwanted horses”.

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Horse Meat Super Bowl Pizza Sickens Fans

HOUSTON – (SFTHH) How often do we take the time to peer under the stones and rocks that our horses kick up as we ride down the trail of the Internet Forest? Not too often as we are usually on a mission with a destination in mind. But the other day, I made the mistake of dismounting, kneeling and looked down at a squirming, slimy life form that I should have ridden past. That little bug-eyed monster was one Ira Scott, the pride of Indiana and the alleged “inventor” of Road Kill Pizza.

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