One thing you should know about me and this website is that I rarely rant here. Of course, I have opinions on the numerous issues plaguing our country, but with that said, I’ve just never felt the need to verbalize them. At least not here.
Sometimes, though, I’ve just got to let it out because if I don’t . . . well, you can probably imagine what happens in my mind.
I’ve noticed a trend circulating around society. Although, it’s been an ongoing issue for many, many years, it really began to gain ground when NFL star Michael Vick was arrested for fighting, abusing, and killing dogs.
So what is this trend? It is the outrage over the needless death of an animal.
I remember about a year ago one afternoon Facebook all of a sudden became a buzz with news of a dentist who flew to Africa and shot Cecil the Lion. Outrage in this country exploded with shouts from people that the dentist should face charges or even should die. People protested at this man’s house. They stood in front of his home, yelling “murderer” and “terrorist” from megaphones. They protested his business, they slandered him all over the internet, and they threatened him and his family.
And then another story came out.
A month or so ago Americans jumped on another animal death story when a four-year-old boy fell into the gorilla exhibit at the Cincinnati Zoo. After several agonizing minutes, zoo officials came to the conclusion that the only thing they could do was shoot the animal to save the boys life. Again, this sparked outrage and just as the dentist, the boys parents faced slander, protests, and internet attacks. People shouted they should not only be charged with child neglect, but for murder, too.
Then another story came out.
Not but a month later, another animal attack and more outrage surrounded a Nebraska family who lost their 2-year-old when he was attacked and killed by an alligator at a Disney resort. As a result of the attack, officials hunted and killed five alligators in the lagoon, sparking the animal rights people to once again pounce on the parents, screaming for charges to be filed so the alligators could have some justice.
And if it couldn’t get worse, it did.
A week after that another new story broke about a jaguar in Brazil who, after being photographed with the Olympic torch, accidently escaped from her leash and was shot because she tried to attack one of the handlers. Yet again, my Facebook newsfeed was swarmed with outrage over the death of this beautiful cat. Post after post, people condemned the Brazilian government and anyone who took the side of the safety of the handler. “Another wild animal needlessly dies because of the stupidity of humans” was the most popular comment.
~*~ For the record, I’m not trying to say that animal rights activists are wrong. I’m not saying that these animals should have died or that I’m against the outrage that has sparked over their deaths. I love animals, all animals, and I am utterly saddened at the death of them all. I’m only trying to convey the point that people in this country have outrage when an animal is put to death for no reason. Well . . . when it’s the right kind of animal, that is . . . ~*~
Over the course of a few years, I’ve gotten involved with several of the wild horse activists around the country. Countless times, I’ve read article after article about the abuse, needless death, and the ILLEGAL sale of thousands of our wild horses to slaughter houses.
And what do Americans say about this? What do these millions of people demanding for justice for the innocent animals mentioned in the stories above, the ones who don’t have a voice and deserve to live on this earth, have to say about this?
Zip. Zero. Zilch.
Not once have I seen any of the articles about a wild horse dying from neglect, a botched, needless surgery, or one of the BLM roundups splattered across my Facebook newsfeed as I’ve seen for the above mentioned animals. Not once have I seen thousands and thousands of comments about the horror of it. Not once have I seen people demanding justice or for the killers to die a horrible death, too.
I guess wild horses aren’t the right kind of animal or something, because no one in this country aside from wild horse lovers even seem to care.
Kill a lion, gorilla, alligator, or jaguar and they will come at you with a pitchfork demanding for your death. But sell thousands of horses to slaughter houses or kill them with neglect on taxpayer property and not a single word.
Where is the outrage, people? Where are the pitchforks? Where are the screaming people demanding for justice? Where are the protestors? Why aren’t they standing out in front of the offices of the BLM demanding for change? Where are the millions of people who are disgusted with the senseless and needless death of an innocent animal?
These government and political officials are KILLING horses every day and what are we, as Americans, doing about this? Nothing. Nope, we’d rather hunt down a dentist for shooting a lion in another country. We’d rather jail parents for the rest of their lives for the murder of a gorilla or an alligator. We’d rather boycott travel to Brazil for the death of a jaguar or an NFL team because they’ve signed a dog killer as their quarterback.
But for horses? Eh, it’s just a horse. No big deal. They don’t matter.
I suppose given the hypocritical society these days, I shouldn’t be surprised. People like to jump on bandwagons for one thing, but turn a blind eye on another. Even if the other is, at the core, the same issue.
Society in it’s whole is a walking contradiction.
Why should we care about them?
Who cares that before the invention of the automobile, horses helped make this country what it is? Who cares that they have carried us on their backs across the country since the beginning of this great nation so we could make better lives for ourselves? Who cares that they pulled the heavy wagons and carried our supplies? Who cares that they helped plow fields before machines were invented, helping us provide food for ourselves and our neighbors. Who cares that they fought a long side us in wars that they didn’t understand, dying on the battlefields alongside Americans? Or that they’ve, at times, helped the economy by running around a racetrack, making people millions. Who cares that they provide friendship for children all over the world, and even help handicapped kids who can’t relate to anything else in life but the gentle giants who they spend time with?
Yeah, I guess you’re right. They are worthless and pointless.
Can you read the sarcasm?
Each year at the Reno Rodeo, they host a competition to horse trainers in the Reno area called the Mustang Makeover. Each trainer receives a wild horse and is given 100 days to train their horse. Then, at the rodeo, they would showcase what they’ve accomplished and would auction off the horses to new homes.
I was lucky enough to know the wife of one of the trainers this year, and I watched through Facebook the story over the 100 days on taming Judd. I saw through pictures and read through posts the bond that they were forming with this wild mustang. This horse went from running on the Nevada range, to a highly trained animal that they loved with all their hearts. He’s now owned by a woman who not only has an amazing horse, but has a friend for life.
What if Judd hadn’t been picked for this competition? What if he, or any of the other horses chosen, would have been sold to a kill buyer and sent off to slaughter?
Or what if my own Mustang, Abby, had been taken away? Yes, that’s right, I owned a mustang. She was my first show pony. I loved her so much. She was kind and gentle, and one of the best horses I’ve ever owned. She taught me how to ride and she was amazing.
I just don’t understand people anymore.
Why does a lion, a gorilla, a jaguar, and a bunch of alligators deserve our outrage, but the one animal who has molded this country to what it is, a symbol in this nation almost as honorable as the bald eagle, just gets brushed under the rug, ignored and forgotten?
WHERE IS THE OUTRAGE, PEOPLE?????
So many times I’ve seen that the reason for their demise is because of overpopulation.
However, in one article I read, out of the 82% of livestock on the Nevada range, only 17% are horses. The rest are cattle and sheep that ranchers are grazing for pennies on the dollar.
In another article I read, reported that there is currently 32,000 wild horses roaming across 10 western states. 32,000. On 32 million acres. That’s only 1 horse per 1000 acres! Even if the 50,000 in holding pens were released, each horse would still get 390 acres all to themselves.
But of course, main stream media leads us to believe that there are so many we are going to get overrun, and of course, since they aren’t lions, jaguars, alligators, or gorillas we just don’t care.
I don’t have the answers as to what the BLM should do about these amazing animals; however, I do know that treating the horses the way they are, subjecting them to stressful and unnecessary reproductive surgeries that will cause the complete destruction of a herds social hierarchy, or allowing them to be illegally hauled off to another country to die is not the answer.
And it saddens me to the core that no one in this country even cares to stand up for them! They are a piece of history in this country, and we are letting them die. How can you care about a lion, a jaguar, a gorilla, and a bunch of alligators, and not care about this?
Unfortunately, I know that this issue goes deeper than just wild ponies. Between wars with ranchers, collecting grazing fees, and stealing public property so the government can lease out the land to foreign countries like they own it, it’s easier to send the wild horses to their death and cast them aside for the all-mighty dollar.
Because that’s the kind of country we’ve become.
Throwing humanity out the window to make a buck.
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