09/09/2025
I’ve tried to not be ruined by what man has begun to routinely do to the horse. I’ve tried to not be stricken with rage and grief and pure hatred for what many have made of rescue. Once the greatest refuge and short stop on cruelty and heartlessness for all animals, now so much of it is a scam, enriching vile performance artists and in turn enriching the kill buyers and auction houses that are the greatest purveyors of equine suffering and desperation. If they truly cared, would they not get between the owners and the auction houses? Would they not take those millions of dollars and go to the Amish or any other horrificly immoral group or individual pumping tragically, neglected, and overused horses into auction houses, and just buy them directly instead of lining the pockets of evil absolute? Instead, they’ve made a business deal with the devil himself, and they are all much richer as a result. Netting sometimes over $100,000 in donations per horse, and most of the time, not even being able to tell those donors where that animal went in the end. Plenty of those same horses have been found at those same auction lots being circulated back into the system after they were used to cheat people out of money, exploiting, the few remaining shreds of empathy and compassion left for horses, while good rescues doing hard work sit forgotten. So that I did not collapse into insanity and hopelessness, I have stepped away and will quietly work whatever cases I can. I will speak out against the ignorance, foolishness, and corruption that rescue has become. I will call out donors for their misplaced empathy, gullible nature, and thoughtless support of something far worse than anything that came before their dollar was misplaced. That’s the best I can do, and still remain whole. Maybe someday, the truth, integrity, logic and reality will become valuable to others again.
This haunting photograph from 1899 shows Friedrich Nietzsche in a mental asylum, nearly a decade after the collapse that silenced one of philosophy’s most provocative voices. Once a giant of thought, he spent his final years consumed by frailty, unable to continue shaping the ideas that had stirred generations. The image captures not triumph, but the fragility that overtook brilliance.
The unraveling began on January 3, 1889, in Turin, Italy. As the story goes, Nietzsche saw a carriage driver mercilessly whipping a horse. Stricken with emotion, he rushed forward, embraced the animal, and kissed it with tears in his eyes. Moments later, he fell into collapse, a turning point from which he would never return.
The tale of Nietzsche and the horse endures as one of history’s most haunting symbols: a philosopher who wrote of will and strength undone by a sudden flood of compassion. It lingers as a reminder that even the most unyielding minds are bound by human tenderness, and that his tragic fall closed the life of one of philosophy’s most enduring figures.
