November 14, 2017

Hello my poor darling lovelies.  It is I, your very sad and tired Queen of all I survey, resident sarcasm expert, law professor, doctor of doctoring, honorary DVM, pretend Judge, hater of DCFS and CAS (that one is the Canadian version) anti-animal cruelty proponent, horse whisperer, and dog lactation consultant and purveyor of the run on sentence,  here today, sadly to talk to you about your gun problem.  Yes, I said your gun problem, because even if you want to stick your head in the sand and drag out your right bear arms and whatever other fuckery you have, you all have a gun problem.  Or maybe it’s a violence problem.


The news that there has been another mass shooting in the good old gun toting US of A is getting so profoundly regular that it is to the point where people in Canada are now saying “and?”  The conspiracy theorists are saying it is an attempt by Trump to get the heat off of what is going on in the Government right now to which I say, and you can quote me “fuck you, you sick motherfuckers.” Even Donald Trump, whom I despise as both the president and as a human being (term human being used very loosely here) would not orchestrate the killing of children doing nothing more sinister than going to school.  That is just asshole bullshit and it needs to be shutdown before people start to believe it.  I have a suggestion.  Get out of gramma’s basement for an hour, take a walk, buy some more tinfoil, maybe see a therapist, get a puppy, whatever, but saying things like that on a platform that is capable of reaching the entire world is irresponsible, incendiary and cruel.  Say whatever you want about the President, I do, but do not accuse him of having children killed to get the heat off of himself.

461 people have been killed just in mass shootings in your country so far this year.  That is just the dead ones.  Wounded, scared for life etc have not been counted because yay for them, they get to live with the memory of that for the rest of their lives.  They get to play woulda, coulda, shoulda, for the remainder of their days however many they individually get to have.  It’s a real fun game.  Why did I beg my parent to take me to a concert that they didn’t even want to go to, why did I send my baby to school today, I had a day off we could have just hung out for the day, why did I choose today to take my child to the mall when they didn’t even want to go.  What was I thinking?  What was I thinking?  What in the fuck was I thinking?

So, we have five confirmed dead, one of them the shooter, at least two confirmed injured children, injured adults and the cherry on top of this shit Sundae is the now deceased piece of shit had had several calls placed to the police about his increasingly erratic behaviour and the amount of bullets that he had been firing off for target practice.  According to one source who wished to remain anonymous, “there should have been some sort of vetting process by law enforcement once one complaint was filed never mind several, as to whether or not this individual should have weapons.”  Geez, ya think?

Several people outside of the school said they heard at least a hundred rounds go off.  That was not just one person saying that, that was multiple people saying at least a hundred rounds, and well over a hundred rounds, and if I had to guess I’d say way over a hundred rounds.  So I’m going to go out on a limb and say that there were probably over a hundred rounds discharged.  A woman outside of the school said she saw a boy shot first in the foot and then the chest.

The shooting started out as a domestic violence incident and then fuckface went full Rambo and lost his shit.  He shot a woman and child in a vehicle and then made his way to the school.  He shot through the school windows and it is still unclear whether or not he actually entered the building.

It gets better.  There are at least 5 different crime scenes for the police to wade through.  A thing that would not have been necessary if they had just checked on this cocksuckers viability as a gun owner before hand.  Oh wait.  They are trying to make it EASIER for the mentally unbalanced to obtain guns now right?  Must be another of those brilliant ideas that we peons are all too stupid to understand, but which makes perfect sense to the people trying to push it through.

I have said it before, I will say it again, probably a hundred million times but I am still going to say it.  The only people in the world that require automatic weapons are military and police.  Other than that, automatic weapons should not be available to anyone at anytime for any reason and you can stuff your right to bear arms right up your ass.  Bear all the arms you want.  Handguns?  Go nuts.  Shotguns? Fill ur boots.  Rifles?  Pick your rifle and go sustenance hunt.  Automatic weapon?  WHAT THE FUCK FOR?  Unless you are fully expecting to be attacked by a herd of Bull African Elephants, then NO.  Just no.

Do you know why people in your country are basically allowed to purchase whatever weapons they want whenever they want?  Because the NRA owns congress.  Can I prove that?  Nope, but I am working on it.  You all know it’s true thought right?  They have way too much sway with congress for anyone with a functioning frontal lobe to be comfortable.  Now those that are certifiably mentally unstable should be allowed to own weapons that kill people.  Well, all weapons kill people.  You can kill someone with a tin can lid if you are dedicated enough to the cause I suppose.  A pen.  Yup you can kill someone with a pen.  Potato?  Absolutely if you have a bit of ingenuity.  There is not much that cannot be used as a weapon and most of them can kill people.  The difference is that, there is a lot lower probability of mass casualties with a tin can lid or a lead pipe or even a fucking revolver.  An automatic weapon can kill people until you either get bored, get shot, the gun jams or you straight up just run out of ammo.  You don’t even have to be a good shot.  Just hold the trigger and wave the thing back and forth.  You are going to injure and kill a lot of people.  If you happen to be dedicated to what you are about to do you can kill everything in your path.

Now, I am not an anti gun zealot.  I am a get rid of stupid laws zealot and your gun laws are straight up insane.  They left retarded and went straight to potato when the mentally ill got dragged into those that should be allowed to have guns.

Tell me, without dragging out the 2nd amendment, what would be wrong with all applicants  undergoing a screening process, which includes a safety course, criminal history and background checks, provision of personal references, and a mandatory waiting period.We are taking automatic weapons right off of the table.  What is the big deal about that.

In 2012 there were a total of 8813 homicides by gun in the United States.  In the same year there were 172 gun related homicides in Canada.  Those are real, verifiable numbers.  Your country makes up roughly 4.4 percent of the global population but you own 42 percent of the guns in the world.  THE WORLD.

From January 1 2017 to today there have been a total of 10007 murders by gun.  That number does not include accidental shootings or things of that nature.  So are you guys trying to have gun violence added as an Olympic event or something?  Or are you on a secret mission of population control at 50 or 60 at a time?  You all know about birth control right?  It is a lot less messy.

Okay, all morbid joking aside, for those of you that are sane, please start doing something, anything.  Write to your congressmen/women, go to rallies…or maybe don’t that would be a good place to get shot, but do something.  The amount of fuckery involved in the gun lobby is like nothing I have ever seen and that isn’t even taking Ted Nugent into account.  You all should have him removed to an island somewhere by the way, just sayin.

And just for you of the guns don’t kill people, people kill people.  PEOPLE WITH GUNS KILL PEOPLE.  FUCK IT ISN’T THAT HARD.


RBMD peacing the fuck out



Honey Made A Friend

November 11, 2017


hello my lovelies.  Your Queen of all I survey is at a bit a crossroads at the no kill shelter.  I still very much want too and have the inclination too write about the ridiculousness of the justice system, there is just nothing peeking my interest at the moment and yet I still feel compelled to write.  So, since really the only thing I do is be depressed or go to horse therapy, I’m going to write about that for a bit.  I hope you don’t find it boring and also that maybe for some of you that don’t really know horses you learn some stuff.

I am still dealing with the loss of Charlie.  That sucks if you are a person, to lose an animal that had come so far back to this side of the land of  maybe things will turn out okay.  It sucks way worse if the dead horse was another horses only friend

Charlie had a best horse friend.  Her name is honey. Honey is another horse that the owner of the farm took pity on and just decided to buy so she wouldn’t be meat.  He bought a spectacular Shining Spark Stallion that day and was getting ready to leave when Honey came up on the chopping block.  Meat horses do not go for large amounts of money.  Usually it works out to about 10 cents a pound.  Honey was a wreck, just like Charlie, only for different reasons.  Honey had caught strangles and whoever had owned her had gone to all the trouble and expense of saving her which is no joke and costs thousands which made me not understand why on earth she would end up at a meat auction in the middle of the United States.  Strangles untreated will kill a horse as fast as can be and it is a horrible death.  It is just exactly what it sounds like.  Whoever owned her had gone as far as to have a tracheotomy performed in order to save her life.  Neither the owner, nor myself understood what had happened between then and the auction.  My best guess is that she was stolen.  That apparently is a huge problem due to the market for horsemeat in other countries.

So, he bought the shining spark Stallion and was ecstatic about his purchase,  He cost a lot, like more than 20000 dollars, and he had gotten a deal at that amount of money.  he was just standing up when Honey came in.  She was skinny to the point where it was hard for her to stand on her own and she was frightened at all the noise and a ring full of people she didn’t know and the owner swears he could tell she had just completely given up.  She had gone form somewhere and someone that loved her to this and it broke his heart a little.  This man has a huge heart and I wish more people were like him about animals.  It speaks volumes about a person how they treat animals.  After spending over 20000 on his stallion he ended up buying Honey for 74.50  He told the barn manager that they could use her for a brood mare or something.

So after a vet check to make sure she had nothing communicable they got their paperwork to get her across the border and brought her to the farm.  She was quite a site that mare.  Nothing but skin hanging off of bone.  I’d got Charlie tamed down by then and she was with the other pregnant horses so he brought me this one and asked if I’d see if there was anything I could do for her.  There was lots I could do for Honey.  All she needed was a lot of food and the love I give to all the horses on the farm.  She was a palomino mare (on of those yellow colored ones with the white mane and tale).  She was shy, mostly because she had no idea what in the name of fuck had just happened, but honey didn’t have a mean bone in her body.  About the only thing on earth she wanted was to be loved like somebody used to love her and I was happy to do that for her.  I slowly got her weight up, starting with grass hay because second cut which is very high in protein would have made her sick and very little grain for the same reason.  I increased it slowly over time and she started to take weight.  She was sad though and that was a much harder fix.  I put her in with the brood mares once she was at a decent weight and they all rejected her.  They picked on her, they kicked at her, they drove her off the food and basically made her live miserable.  Horses have a definitive pecking order and Honey had victim written all over her and they all took advantage of it.  She refused to fight back.  Not once she kick back, or try and bite or even pin her ears in anger.  She just took it. I talked to the farm owner about it and asked if he thought it would be okay if I put her with Charlie.  He had his doubts, but I didn’t.  I knew Charlie well by then and she knew what it was like to be tormented.

Charlie and Honey bonded instantly.  It was immediate and it was strong.  Then I put Charlie and Honey back in with the rest of the brood mares and boy things changed fast.  The first mare that went after Honey was thoroughly trounced by Charlie just to let the who herd know that the days of picking on Honey were over.  She would stand over Honey and make sure she got her fill of hay and grain even before she’d take it herself.  The herd now accepted Honey because they did not have another option.  Charlie wasn’t playing around when it came to Honey.  If a horse messed with her they were in big trouble.  When Charlie got sick, I had to bring Honey up too, because they would not leave each other.  Honey had a complete and total meltdown when I tried to lead Charlie away.  I brought her because I thought it would help Charlie and because I was afraid that Honey would try and go through the fence to get to her friend.

And then Charlie died.  Honey changed in that moment.  Every ounce of joy she had managed to regain left her the second Charlie did.  And she has been despondent ever since.  She has been in the main barn since Charlie because she foundered and also because we knew the herd would turn on her now that Charlie was gone.

I had another idea.  My farm owner didn’t like it, but was willing to try for Honey and because so far I was batting a thousand with the idea’s.  I suggested we put her with my mare Scout.  Now Scout is not a fan of other horses.  She is the most unherdlike herd animal I have ever seen.  She likes her solitude.  Unless you are a cow in which case you are tolerable and she will be your friend.  I knew Scout wouldn’t hurt her, my worst worry was that she would totally ignore her.  Seems my horse Scout has as big a heart as Charlie did.

Scout spent a little bit convincing Honey she wasn’t going to hurt her, and once that was established, she proceeded to begin to stroke Honey on the back the way horses do to comfort each other.  It is like a light bite, not to hurt it actually makes the horse on the receiving end feel accepted and comforted.  By the end of the day Scout and Honey were best friends, a thing I would have never believed had I not seen it with my own eyes.  My horse just does not like horses. Period.  She just seemed to know that Honey needed somebody, anybody to be her friend while she mourned Charlie.  Scout made it so that she did not have to grieve alone.  She led Honey around the paddock, slowly because Honey is still foundered and her feet hurt her quite badly.  She led her around and showed her where the best graze was, she introduced her to her cow friends who truthfully could not possibly have cared less about the new horse.  She showed her where the water was, and she kept up a pretty constant horse conversation which Honey responded too.

Then night came and we had a problem.  Scout is completely barn sour.  She completely loathes being inside the barn.  She kicks at the walls and screams her anger at everyone and does other stupid things like refuse to eat until you put her back outside and Honey was still not well enough to stay outside all night.  If there were coyotes or anything Honey would be unable to run away or defend herself.  So we decided that Scout would stay out with her cows and Honey would come in for the night.  And Honey ATE.  Like she hadn’t seen food in months she ate.  She nickered, she didn’t pace and most importantly, she didn’t look sad.  He head was not down so low her muzzle was dragging the shavings.  She called out to Scout periodically  and Scout heard her and called back just to let her know she was there every time.  Honey had her first decent night since Charlie passed away.  So, we are going to move Scout up with the brood mares along with Honey once she is well enough to be up there and hopefully that should solve that because while Scout is no more mean than Charlie was, and Charlie was not a mean horse,  I have a feeling she will not take any shit on behalf of Honey.


RBMD peacing the fuck out.

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