Still from a YouTube vid exposing unspeakable sickosity at New Jersey Bravo Packing company. Disturbing in the extreme.
Spinster aunts are multi-faceted — which is fortunate, because otherwise our Down With Patriarchy! ways would render us friendless and alone — and one of those facets is that we have been horse-crazy since birth. Horse people are just as nutty as dog show people (Best In Show is no exaggeration), only with bigger vet bills. The ones who aren’t nutty are crooks. Only a small percentage of horse people have anything like what you might call a grip.
For years I’ve been a devoted fan of Fugly Horse of the Day. This excellent blog is authored by Fugly, one of the few with a grip. Sparing the reader the goopy glitter-butterfly sentimentality that seems to infest so many horse blogs, Fugly advocates for the species, rescues OTTBs (off-the-track Thoroughbreds), comments sensibly and humorously on the horse business, makes fun of the nuts, and exposes the crooks. Her blog is insanely popular, so an army of Fuglies nationwide can be mobilized at a moment’s notice to spy on crazy trainers, call bullshit on ignorant breeders, locate stolen horses, and rescue abandoned animals from kill-buyers at auctions. Some of her liveliest writing is on those crapulent sickos who merge “crook” and “nutty” into “sociopath.”
Behold Fugly’s declaration of war on the Bravo Meat Packing slaughterhouse in New Jersey. The slaughterhouse produces illegal horse meat for owners of exotic animals (lions, tigers, and bears, I guess) and exists with the protection of corrupt government. The horses who end up there are starved and brutalized by sociopath abusers before being turned into lunch for somebody’s pet ocelot. I am happy to report that the head sociopath recently died, hopefully in agony, but the slaughterhouse is still going full tilt.
“[Rescued mare] Buttercup was living at Bravo for close to a year and was a part of Monty’s “lean meat” experiment. To procure lean meat, a horse must start out fat and healthy and then be starved for months to a point of lean muscle tissue. Buttercup was not only starved at the Bravo kill lot, but medically neglected as well. She had gashes on her right front leg and severe cellulitis on her left back leg that were left untreated by Monty and Joe Merola for months. Consequently, Buttercup will have chronic cellulitis for the rest of her life in her left back leg. Luckily, she is still rid-able and the vet would like her to be ridden to keep the swelling down.”
This joint needs to be shut down, so I’m joining the Fuglitariat in getting the word out. I’m not sure how much crossover there is between the horse world and patriarchy blamers, but animal suffering is animal suffering, and I’m officially declaring horse abuse as a Savage Death Island blame-motif. If you live in Jersey and give a crap about shit, call up your state lege and tell’em to quit subsidizing this horrorshow.
Horse slaughter for human consumption is illegal in the U.S. This means that unwanted horses — often failed or lame racehorses or show horses, 100,000 of’em a year — are sent to American auctions, bought by kill buyers for $50 or $100, and shipped — under abhorrent conditions in double-decker pig trucks — to Mexico for slaughter.