URGENT ANIMAL RIGHTS – TEXAS

I’ve been up all night, calling in every favor and editors and lawyers aren’t always real responsive when it comes to animal rights, activism or reform or rocking boats in general.

I am a native Texan. And a lot of what is said about “us” is true. The bad stuff. The stereotypes. The beef-killing-eating cowboy Cadillac driving monsters like Rick Bartlett and his wife Tina Bartlett. Yes, they are real people and they live in Bastrop County, Texas. The man is/was some sort of self-professed Christian “preacher.”

So come after me, whatever, I’ve got nothing you can take and I do not scare easily. To my friends and faithful followers, I am begging you, my often far too kind readers, to please, read this, re-blog it, do whatever you can to splash it all over the place. I’m getting doors slammed right and left, being left on hold already, re-directed to voice mails. It’s going to be a long haul on this one.

So here’s the whole terrible story, in short form. Details are sketchy for me, as this is my first knowledge of this story. And it should be a BIG story. A HUGE NATIONAL Story to expose once and for all the corruption in small-town Texas governments like Bastrop County, the cover-ups, the good old boy games, and this monster called preacher of God. That’s the real rub. It mixes up animal abuse, torture, purposeful and willful mal intent, to a neighbor’s pet cat over a period of days before finally throwing it off a 50 foot plus bridge over the Colorado River. I cannot begin to tell you of what this so-called man did to this poor cat. I cannot even think of it, it bends me into places I cannot bear. Yes, it was just a cat. But it goes deeper than that even. Sure I want Animal Activists, real ones, that mean business, people who support Anonymous because there HAS to be REFORM, people like Animal Liberation Front that sometimes are controversial in nature as are all those who stand up to repression, corruption, cruelty and injustice, whether against man or beast, great or small.

On Facebook, you can read about Moody the Cat on the page of Audie Voorhies. I have quite a bit of information on this story also, that I am going to try to get here on the blog as well. I think the nation, our America, might like to see first-hand what it’s like to live in a backwards, totally non-progressive state, except for Austin, where in a county such as Bastrop County, the depravity knows no bounds really, truth be told. It’s hell out there all over. I know that. But I won’t be found wandering the country roads alone anymore, dogs or not. Nope, not anymore. It’s just not that kind of world anymore. That’s all gone. And I don’t run too fast anymore – lol.

Back to business. For over a year and don’t hold me to exacts, as I am not quoting anybody, I am not a journalist and my journalist friends are “unable” to cover anything out of their immediate “area.” Anyway, I know the real reason for that. Politics. Money. Pull. Clout. Who’s the top dog and who ain’t. All the papers are affiliated around here in one way or other, owned by the same corporation. Until you get to the Austin rags, and we will just have to see about that. I am working on calling them this afternoon. Third round assault. I am asking here for help in an URGENT way!!! Whoever you are, wherever you are, if you can write, or reblog, or share on another social site, or have friends you can email, or if you are one of those special people with intellect and connections that knows a good story when they see one, this is it Baby!!! This one should be told, in whatever sensational form it may take, that doesn’t matter. Just having it exposed on whatever level will be enough, I think.

This man, this “preacher” has never had anything happen more than his church asked him to step down, move out, leave… Well, this guy just goes next door, rents another building, and starts a NEW CHRISTIAN CHURCH! I’m so serious I could just gag. And this man has friends. He is what we call down here one of “the good ole boys” – it’s like a sort of cowboy club of macho beef-eating rednecks that are made mostly of the residue of toxic chemicals fed to the animals they breed for slaughter, and the anger that fuels their hearts must surely come from the terror and the pain they caused these poor animals while they were being slaughtered. Welcome to Texas, folks. It’s that bad. Sorry, neighbors, but wake up and smell the dysfunction, and that’s putting it as nicely as I possibly can at this point.

Until there is attention focused squarely on the problem, awareness brought to light, only then will something change. I do a lot of networking now for animal rescues, primarily for horses, equine of any sort and for dogs. Unwanted animals. If I wasn’t mostly sane, I would be a crazy cat lady, and that could still happen… hehe But right now, I will do whatever it is I can do. Where is ABC, NBC, how do you get a hold of these people, their staff, I keep hitting dead-ends, slammed doors and re-directs to voice mail boxes… And I’m still in my own neck of the woods, I haven’t even tried to go national yet. This is my first attempt. I am not a computer whiz kid. I am 59 years old on a new Dell Windows 8 which I love, but I’m clumsy at best, so anything that I actually do right is a miracle. I know there are whiz kids out there that can run rings around me with this sort of thing. I’m going to them to.. Gotta long list.

Moody the cat was just a family pet, a cat like you might see anywhere, with any family. He was a ginger tabby, American shorthair, round face, short pointed ears, stripes, and little brown spots on his nose. Believe it or not, each type/color of cat has a very specific personality. And Ginger Tabby Cats like Moody, and I’ve only ever seen males, they are the most gentle, kind, affectionate, tails up always, knows no enemy kind of happy loveable cat you could ever see. Ask any cat person and they will tell you the same thing. Like calicos are almost always female and they always have major attitude, for example. But a cat like Moody, he was a baby, a family loved him like he was family, not just a pet, and one sad day, as cats are prone to do, he innocently walked into the neighbor’s back yard, whereby the owner/preacher snatches him up, puts him in some sort of cage, and life would never be the same for poor little Moody. His family was right next door and they couldn’t find him for days. They had no idea he was maybe even feet away, locked inside a cage, without food or water for days, while this person proceeded to torture him without mercy. There’s all the vet reports, all the evidence, but since I just found out about it, I don’t really have time to trace down every single fact and verify it, all I can do is try to get word out that this man has walked away from this crime for over a year, the court system here has delayed adjudication over and over, and now, at last there is the pre-trial on May 9, and trial on May 13th. Bastrop County Courthouse, Second Floor, Judge Eschew’s Courtroom, Bastrop, Texas, just east of Austin down 71 about 40 miles. South of me in Elgin only 16 miles.

Why is this such a big deal??? Cause you’ve got animal abuse, government corruption, good old boy redneck mentality, Christian hypocrisy, deceit of the worst sort rampant in some churches, these “preachers” get rich and live high on the hog, doing what they do. Precious scared little people will grasp at any possible answer, even if it is fake, bogus and even evil to the core. There are so many drugged up, doped up, dumbed down commuter drones from this county I speak of, that most of them won’t care, or even give it a second thought. Hell, they can’t afford to go to the dentist, or to pay for gasoline anymore, or keep up the maintenance on their poorly made fake McMansions. Who cares about some bogus preacher who mutilated an innocent family pet for days and the law enforcement officers didn’t stop it. He actually took the poor thing to the Sheriff’s Facility, the “new” Jail, and asked what to do with it after he had tortured it, starved it nearly to death, still locked in his cage. Evidently he was then directed to the local kill shelter, which would sound reasonable, as at least the poor thing would have gotten some help at that point. But no… This devil, this monster beyond imagination, just drove in the opposite direction to the big old bridge that crosses the Colorado right there in downtown Bastrop, and he opened Moody’s cage right there up on that bridge, and then he shook and rattled it so hard that poor mutilated and bloody Moody made a final leap for freedom and ended up falling straight down 50 feet to the river below.

Moody’s been dead now for over a year I think. Remember the trial is next week. There are a handful of women who are working on the “Justice for Moody” case, but they have all asked for me to omit their names. I think the whole world and all Americans might really be interested to know about Moody’s story, and about what has been done about it. I think more people should find out about the upcoming trial. More people should show up. Just come and be there. Let the world and the Nation see that not all Texans are stupid, or rude, and that when such a terrible thing is hidden from the public, brushed aside, and local papers and editors are told to leave it alone, a few ornery old hippie girls and animal lovers refuse to sit still for that kind of cowardly and disgustingly sick complacency. We’re not all drug addicts, driven by poverty to crime. Some of us are quite clean, actually, very alert and very aware, and ready to lend a hand in any way possible to bring a Very Bright Spotlight right down into this Judge’s courtroom, with the latest news being that the standing Judge who has handled the case up to now has suddenly been excused right before trial. So I’m wondering why it’s been so hushed up, why the wheels that turn took so long to the point where they were literally forced to set a trial, just to get it over with… evidently.

So I’m going to my list of Austin Media next, and let’s see where that gets us. Thank you for reading this, as I am not on my game at all presently, for several good reasons, but it will not stop me from pouring another strong cup of coffee, and trying again. National attention folks. That is the Mission. Come on down to Texas before it turns into Summer Hell on Earth. Do it for a little pet cat named Moody who did not deserve to be tortured to death. Oh yeah… the end of his story.

Here’s where I’m a bit sketchy, but this is what I believe I read that happened after Moody went flying over that huge bridge. I don’t know what time of day this happened, or if anyone actually witnessed the preacher man commit his final act of hate, anger and abuse. But somehow, little Moody lived through the impact of the fall, although the examining vet said he ultimately died from excessive blunt force trauma to his lungs, most likely from the fall. I just can’t bear to repeat the rest of the report on Moody’s body. I just can’t.

Somehow, Moody, the ginger tigger cat managed to drag his beaten and tortured little body out of the river where he had fallen, up onto the beautiful concrete River Walk, so pretty there under the bridge in Bastrop. The trees are so beautiful there. Some person or people saw him, and gathered him up and took him straight to the vet’s office. But there was nothing they could do for him by then. I just hope the doctor was able to stop his suffering quickly. For someone such as myself, this sort of thing twists my guts into a knot and my heart can hardly keep a straight beat. Just now my co-worker on this case called and told me that as soon as the Vet got Moody in the office, they called the family that lost him and they were somehow able to drive to the other side of town where the vet’s office is, in time to say goodbye to poor Moody.

So this story of Moody is very close to my heart. Hanny, you are a great writer, Clotilda, you are brilliant beyond compare. Melody, you fight for donkeys and education of people for the benefit of equine every moment of every day of your life… Re-post this for me honey, up in Oregon. Diana in Washington State, re-post this please. Alicia in Rhode Island, please share or post wherever you think it will get some attention. And Gina, Jonathan, and so many other people I love to read, I know it’s just a cat. But it’s really a lot more than that at stake.

I’m asking anyone who will jump on board, to tell anyone, tame or radical activist, legal expert or regular person with connections, anybody that cares about justice and the prevention of cruelty to animals, to make some noise. Make some calls. Rattle some cages… just please do it. You guys know what to do. And I will keep trying to get more info posted here on my blogs, so use it. Give it. Provide details. This could make such a difference in the lives of animals all over America, if they see a real out-pouring of angry people hungry for justice in a forgotten place that gets away with murder. Literally.

As much as I am sure there are good Christian people, true to their faith and their God, I also personally call it the “political church” and I will not participate, no matter how much I might miss seeing some of the people, the kids and the old ones… I won’t go back. It’s a money game and that’s not how I worship my Creator. But I’m just using the Christian angle to bring attention to the real story, the real issues here. It doesn’t matter what sort of man did this, it only matters that he did. And a perfectly innocent family will never be the same again, ever.

Thank you for reading this. Thank you if you also research it. Thank you if you help me get all the articles, pics, etc. embedded into these pages… Thank you if you are somebody of character and influence and you decide to pick up the phone and make some calls. Please Mr. Eideard, you can take this to a level I cannot… please give this some of your time, I beg you. Thank you if you are a media person and somehow you manage to see this and you decide that yeah, it’s a good story. Get down to this little po-dunk town this week, be here for the trial. I already know a lot of seriously strong-bodied and very upset gentlemen that fight for the rights of animals every day of their lives, and they are coming. I sincerely hope that hell rains down on Mr. Rick Bartlett, of Bastrop, Texas, like nothing he ever imagined, as he sits up there so complacent and self-satisfied with himself, like some rich bogus holy man. And I hope Tina Bartlett, his wife, never has another decent night’s sleep in her pathetic useless life. I can be a real beotch and this is one of those times. I’ve just begun to fight for right in this case. I hope you will join and help me. Anyone that needs a place to crash during the trial is more than welcome to stay at my home, Tristan, Hannah, Michell, all you guys and more, please come down and help me help remember Moody. That he did not die without the world knowing his story, and now we await the outcome, finally. When this monster who calls himself a preacher, who has access to little children, for God’s sake, this man should be brought to his knees and much much worse. And from what I am getting on this end, the adjudicators and the media has been told to shut-up. Gagged. So I’m off to start calling Austin Media now. Let’s see if the city I brag about all the time really is worthy of my high-esteem and respect. I am counting on all of you, ALL of you. Jump in here and help me shine some light down on a very ugly situation and get ready to see a very emotional and highly volatile courtroom situation unfold. Or not. Maybe the new substitute (?) Judge will deliver the “fine” and that will be that. But if you read the articles and see the pictures, you will be just like me. You will not rest until you’ve done what you can. In a world of wars, and strife, hunger, disease, drones, bombings, shootings and untold horrors of our society, one might wonder what’s all the big deal over the death of one cat. I don’t know. Maybe you can tell me. Maybe the issues at hand are really a lot bigger than that, and Moody was only God’s way to expose it all. God Bless You Moody, the orange tabby cat. May you sit on soft pillows again with little children to dress you in funny hats and bundle you in pink blankets, and may you remember your last sight of the beautiful river trees, and nothing more of it, ever. May you sleep quietly and in pure bliss and joy in the laps of the Angels, who I pray will give me the strength and the wisdom to keep going, to do what I know needs to be done. See you at the Courthouse. Or call me anytime. Cissy in Tejas… but maybe not for much longer… Washington state and Colorado are looking a lot more like where I want to load up and start heading down the highway towards. But first I have a little business to finish concerning some seriously messed up gentlemen that are about to find out what one poor older white woman can do. Thank you and God bless all the creatures, great and small.

Tragedy and Hope for Change

Today I found a young man, that goes way beyond what is required, and he does it with such sensitivity and understanding, I believe he has changed my life, today.

He has a first name I have never heard before.  Eldad.  He handles crisis and danger like the total calm professional that he is.  I’ve seen a lot of things in my life, some that will haunt me deeply till the day I die.  But today I saw even more than I bargained for.

Of course, Eldad is the hero in this story.  He rescues innocent, unwanted, abandoned, abused, neglected pets, from the streets of a savage city to places hours of driving away.  Whenever he gets the call, he comes.

But beyond Eldad, today I witnessed the rescue of a battered and abused pit bull dog, almost beyond recognition for all his wounds and injuries, most obvious and savage, the ones to his precious face.  In all my days on this Earth, I will never forget his eyes.  They were so big, and shiny, so compelling, and so so scared.  Even as the vet caressed him tenderly, as he sat on her table, your heart cried out for him, at least mine did.  His face was so sad, a huge part of his nose was missing, his mouth was swollen and destroyed, he had lacerations and broken bones.  But he only whimpered and cried out once, as they examined him, trying their best to know what to do.

This was a big heavy dog.  They said he had been fighting for his life during a session that must have lasted for hours.  Clearly he lost.  He was thrown away like yesterday’s garbage.  But he was still alive, still holding on, still an innocent and helpless animal.

I’m not a real intuitive, and I’m certainly no psychic.  I left that business up to my predecessors.  But I believe that some people are so lost themselves, they can’t be helped.  I’ve read that when we pass, our spirit takes a journey, of reflection, and then we possibly await another chance. A chance to try again, to improve things, to get it right.  But some people tell us that there are dark spirits right here on Earth, people that will not transcend into spirit.  They have reached such a dark and indescribable place, that there is no coming back for them.  The very thought of this sickens me and puts a big knot in my chest.  It is why I don’t open any doors that can’t be shut.  I have no time, nor any need of such battles.

My time is now, in real time, here on this amazing and beautiful planet.  I too have fallen victim to the prejudice and misunderstanding that prevails whenever you mention pit bulls.

I made a terrible mistake I will always regret.  I rescued a 5 week old puppy from a busy country road in the rain on a Christmas Eve night.  He was almost incoherent, and stayed that way for almost an entire week.  I don’t know how he ended up there.  I know he was starving, covered in fleas, too young to see well.  He was exhausted from this traumatic beginning.  Of course, I had pets at home already.

The mistake wasn’t that I rescued Henri, it was that I didn’t know what it would take to raise him properly.  You see, Henri turned out to be some unknown mix of a pit bull.  He required intense socialization and training I was just not qualified nor able to give him.  Love him, oh yes.  I totally bonded with Henri in every way.  But it didn’t stop him one day when he was two years old, from escaping through an accidently open gate, and he bit my neighbor lady on her calf as she was getting her mail.  Henri bit her hard.  It was a severe wound.  I was at her side in a moment, and my roommate recovered Henri before any more damage could occur.

My neighbor will never forgive me.  All I ever wanted was a nice neighbor that I could have coffee with, a friend, and to be a good neighbor back.  But now that this has happened, and it’s been almost three years since, she has done everything in her power to run me off my land and my home.  She’s called every Health Dept. in the county out here, and she’s sued me in court.

Yes, I had the dog, and I take full responsibility for what happened.  I live this nightmare everyday, and this woman makes it clear, every single solitary day, how much she despises me.  She hurts my heart, perhaps more than I think I deserve, but the real hurt lies in my final unchangeable mistake.

I let the County Animal lady come out the next morning and take my Henri.  That whole night I couldn’t sleep and I couldn’t face Henri.  I couldn’t even look at him.  He came inside and went to sleep on his ottoman, just like always, and my roommate told me that Henri wouldn’t eat, and wouldn’t move from that ottoman.  When the County woman came at the crack of dawn that next morning, he carried Henri out to the truck and placed him in the cage, and she took him away.  I couldn’t move, I couldn’t look, I think I was in emotional shock.  And I’m usually a pretty tough cookie.

People and animals can get along just fine, but pets and their owners don’t always make that indelible connection, that undeniable bond that just happens sometimes.  But when it does, you definitely know it.  I understood Henri, insofar as we loved him at home.  What made him attack the neighbor was my lack of understanding, my laziness, my complacencey.  I was in complete denial about Henri and what he was capable of.  Perhaps I deserve all the grief now.

Henri was killed at the shelter.  Before he could live out his beautiful life, they took it from him.  This poor guy never stood a chance.  Even with the best of  my love, care and attention, his fate must have been sealed.

Today I read where this rapper guy named Chris Brown has put up multiple pit bull puppies on a website for sale, and as much as ABC and the world tries to stop him, there will be people that will no doubt purchase these innocent creatures to fight, as they were so obviously bred for.  His website is almost like a taunt to the world, that he can do this and get away with it.  Like I said, I’m no spiritual intuitive, but this guy is one of the dark ones, the type I try so hard to avoid in my life.

So what did I do, I put this crime all over my facebook, I emailed him and really gave him the business.  I told him he should be in prison for a long long time, that dog fighting is a Crime!  And I’m not scared one bit and I’m not sorry.  I would go to battle in an instant with this person, and any other that would exploit innocent little animals, for personal profit only.  Maybe in his “culture,” if you could even call it that, this sort of activity is accepted.  Maybe he thinks he’s really cool.  It makes me madder than hell, it makes me cry real tears, and I commit to help people like Eldad out on the West Coast, and his Hope for Paws Organization, with every extra tiny cent I can scrape up after all mine are taken care of.

I don’t know who’s right here.  People against pit bull dogs, people who think they should be banned in every state, or people like Tia Maria Torres, who has devoted her life to giving second chances, for this unfortunate breed of dog, and for grown men who make terrible mistakes, and end up in prison.  I know for sure that breeding these dogs for whatever reason has to stop.  We need to take care of the ones dying a slow death in the shelters, only to greet death head-on in a needle.

I’ll end this story with a couple of pictures, so you can see what I saw, and a final framed mental image of my memory of this precious innocent dog, the one I keep near and dear to my heart whenever I think of Henri and the amazing bright spirit that he was.

One day I looked out in the driveway to see where he was and what he was doing, and there he was, with a little ball in his mouth, throwing it high into the air, dancing around and prancing through the air, playing alone, being happy beyond reason, with bright shiny smiling eyes, mouth wide open, his tongue to the side, the most innocent creature I have ever known.  Henri died for my failings, and I guess for an accident bound to happen eventually.  Maybe you can tell me.

I don’t know why we humans fail at so many things, we cause so much pain and suffering, all over this world.  But I for one, will pick myself up, hold up my head again, and walk bravely down my driveway while the neighbor does her worst, and I will fight to understand the problems, I will write however it comes out, because truth and naked emotion may be the only way we learn, the only way we can change.

I dedicate this post to the poor pit bull in the video that had his face so badly chewed up that no amount of vet skills could save him, and to my Henri.   I only pray he can forgive me, my mistake.