Words from a champion to our cause

[lildunhorse]

I found this in my inbox yesterday in a digest from the Yahoo group devoted to shutting down Cavel. It just struck me at that moment and I recognized the power in these words when my pulse started to race and the anger took over. I have Jules permission to share.

From: Jules StJohn <[e-mail]>
Reply-To: [e-mail]
To: [e-mail]
Subject: Re: NEWS ALERT, Re: [CLOSECAVELSLAUGHTERHOUSE] Kaufman declares Dallas Crown a nuisance.
Date: Tue, 29 Nov 2005 21:29:30 -0800 (PST)


I agree, John. "Let er Buck."

Bring on the Big Guns.

We got it. Let's just push the envelope, lock it in, seal their fate.

I still see the cattle trucks come in, sneaking down Highway 38
late at nite...I heard the scaredest little whinney come from it,
the day before Thanksgiving. Oh, it made me cry!

I didn't feel thankful, let me tell you.

I wish I was crazy and had an arsenal of machine guns and some tanks,
cuz that little whinny for help would have been answered...
I'd have high-jacked those babies.

It makes me so sick, that none of us really have any true idea,
just how many of those horses are NOT meant to be on that truck ---
stolen pets; pets that were 'given away to good home', with their owners
trusting they were going to green pastures, not hell and torture
and a long ride with scary strangers, on a cold rainy or snowy night.

It's so weird, you know: two cattle trucks came in, that night, from off of
39, east on 38, a tandem fleet, probably from the Iowa feedlot: and it was raining and trying to snow,
the rain was slushy and wet and thick, slashing down in chunks of soupy snow
and cutting ice, raining ice, like needles tearing at everything
and as the trucks came by, and I was out with my dog, and
she was sniffing the ice-snow wet sugar-powder ground,
trying to do her business, and I could smell them: I could smell their fear, and their horse-sweat, packed into those
steel double-decker trucks. and I cussed at those f****** as they trucked my
horses on by.

I cuss a lot now. I mutter obscenities
like a mad woman blathering to herself, quite a bit now, actually:
I will be so relieved when the Gates of Cavel Hell are closed forever.

Make fliers. Post and pass em around. That's all.
People get so freaked out, when they find out the Truth,
and they are mad, John...they are as mad as we are about it.

I am f****** p*ssed. Those g**damned motherf****** [deleted] Belgium
b********.

All pretense of lady-like behaviour is out the window. I am mad as hell at their
little sniggering con-artist b***sh*t game, making fools out of all of us, and they're
laughing all the way to their fat greasy Belgium Bank on our
horses' blood and our American tears.

But no more. We'll have the Last Laugh on Belgium's free bash...
--- the Horse Laugh.

Write your Book. For the horses' sake. and until it is published:

Pass out Fliers.

Have a good nite,

J.

John Holland <[e-mail]> wrote:
One more nail in their coffin dear friends! Remember they are still facing 503, the amendment, and
the appeal by the state of Texas on the ruling in their favor about the Texas law. I am a WWII history
buff and I always see parallels.

The Germans sent out their pocket battleship Bismarck and it engaged and quickly sunk the Hood,
pride of the British fleet. A pathetically obsolete British bi-wing Swordfish sea plane managed to
damage the rudder of the Bismarck a few days later, allowing the British fleet to surround it as it
sailed in circles. The British did not cease fire until the mast of the Bismarck was under water!
I think we need to do the same.

John

[funnyfarm]

Jules is truly a master at being able to put emotion into words. I sat here sobbing as I read this.