05/23/2026
Imagine a world where the numbers are honest—where wild horses and b***os are counted by what the land can truly sustain, not by pressure, profit, or policy written far from the range—and where water and forage are protected as shared lifelines, not drained away.
Imagine no more hidden systems. No more back doors. No more quiet routes that lead from public lands to slaughter.
Imagine public lands managed for the public good—not drained for private gain while the wild is left with less and less.
We imagine this because we have seen the opposite.
And still, we keep building something better—through record, through witness, through challenge, through refusal.
Because change does not begin with permission. It begins with persistence.
And one day, the shift will come—not perfect, but real—where the numbers make sense, the water remains, the herds endure—
because of the steps we take now, together, while it still matters.
Just a poem for all of you feeling the "noise" this long holiday weekend. You are not alone. https://wp.me/p1sfxY-KQF
