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which_chick) wrote2007-08-23 12:03 am
which_chick) wrote2007-08-23 12:03 am
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Here follows the verbatim post of an outraged breeder of fugly "sporthorses" who was offended by being featured on fugly horse of the day. My commentary is the parenthetical italics.
This is in response to the viscious (You do not have to be smart to be able to spell vicious. Therefore, you should be able to manage it.) blog. Its (It's.) one thing to take my pics from my web-site and then take everything out of context, making your following of blood thirsty criminals, threating (Surely you mean threatening?) me with violence and death...ha..ha.. very funny bitch. (When you set stuff up with "It's one thing to blah blah blah..." then you need to finish up with "... but it's a whole different kettle of lobsters to yadda yadda yadda".)
(I've added paragraphs to make things more legible.)
The first pic you posted on the fuglyhorse of R HOTSHOT MISS MAY, a red preferred AWS filly is now two years old, dumb ass. (Buh? So it's out of date? We didn't make it out of date -- it's your website. What is your point, here?) Anyone can see that was not the week old orphan foal whose dam died after tearing her femoral artery, and I doubt very much that you even know what that means so why don't you do this, talk to your vet. (I must ask if this is supposed to be one sentence. Not only does it drag its byzantine length along, it lacks focus. While I freely admit that complex sentences can contain more things, they require advanced grammar skills that you are not currently displaying. Also, as an FYI: Femoral arteries aren't really such super-sekret TOP SCIENCE that normal people need to ask vets about them. Anyone who has taken a basic first aid course knows about femoral arteries.) You will soon find out that a tear like that is a death sentence and not because the foal is to ("Too" is what you want, here. It's the adverb one.) big, RETARD, nor does it have to do with age.
The bay colt pictured on my web-sit (Shall I bring to your attention the benefits that accrue when you proofread your work? Eliminating the obvious errors will make you look smarter. I shouldn't have to add that you strike me as a someone who could use a little help on that front.) to the left is my mare HOTSHOTS APRIL LUV, AQHA 2437506 last foal. (I believe you are missing an apostrophe, though given the bloody garbled text, I don't know where I'd have put it. Helpful hint: If you're having trouble punctuating your sorry prose, perhaps a rewrite is in order.) Gears was arround (Most people spell it with just one "r".) 75 lbs and the filly before him was 100 lbs. (You're depending on us to care enough to make the leap that "the bay colt" is "Gears". It's best not to assume so much when writing to a hostile audience.) Too bad you had to make me out to be some kind of a horse serial killer, how unfair of you, but I have to stop and think of the source. (Again you are overloading the axles of your sentences. Ma'am, please remove your hands from the keyboard. You are not able to write with complexity. Please stop trying.) Some fat old bag sitting behind a computer with nothing better to do in her misserable life than to take out all her anger and frustration on people that aren't doing a thing to hurt anyone. (Just because you put a capital letter at the front end and a period at the back end DOES NOT make it a sentence.)
Why do you take things so personal? (Personally. You need an adverb, there.) Do you think you can change the horse world? (Wouldn't it be pretty to think so?) How marose (Again with the not-a-word words. The internet has a variety of free dictionary tools.) are you. (Normally intelligent people put question marks after questions, don't they?) It's really none of your business what I do, but it becomes the Mariposa County Sheriff's business when you threaten someones (apostrophe) life. (Mmm-hmm. "Some woman on the internet is threatening me by saying that my horses are ugly and worthless. Please stop attending to real crime and go find this Fugly Horse Blog Writer Person!!" Yeah, that's going to happen.) The other pic that you pinched off my site was a Breeders Trust Palomino Filly, a yearling, A Touch of Blue Moon APHA #891881. (You keep putting in the names and registration numbers like you think we give a shit. We don't.) Yes, please let me know about the feed lot you can buy a horse like her for $150 and I will be there! (The sale at Thurmont, MD is pretty good for cheap horses of low quality. Have you ever been to an auction?) What a brood of idiots, not to understand what a breeding stock paint is? NO WHITE MARKINGS! (Er, no, fuckwit. A breeding stock paint consists of a paint-bred horse who MAY HAVE normal solid-colored-horse markings like a blaze, socks, or stockings but who DOES NOT HAVE any qualifying white spots. According to the rules, to be a "regular" registered paint, your horse has to have AT LEAST ONE BODY SPOT that exceeds the APHA 2" qualifying ring size and which has white, unpigmented skin underneath it. Anyone who is confused about this can check out APHA's Guide to providing documentation of the minimal-white paint.)
You must be the piedpiper of fools. (Actually, most fugly readers write better than you do and I bet more than half of them know that Pied Piper is two words.) One thing I did learn from your bloggers is that what you call them is that a few of your faithfulls e-mailed me, one even interested in that filly, they all said the same thing in their e-mails..."you need to go to this site and see what they are saying about you, its criminal". (A more-correct sentence would read as follows: One thing I did learn from your bloggers, if that's what you call them, was that a few of your faithfuls emailed me, one even interested in that filly, and they all said the same thing in their emails, "You need to go to this site and see what they are saying about you -- It's criminal!") If this is what you wanted them to do, bravo! You are so very clever...LOL . (I'm glad to see you using internet abbreviations like LOL because it makes you look so very, very literate.)
I am glad that I understand now what a blog is, a blob of shit talking people that sit on their asses. (You never heard of blogs before this? What the hell do you do online that you somehow missed blogs?) Next time they might want to do a little homework before they begin their spewing of venom and vomiting out whatever malady ("Malady" doesn't seem like quite the right word. Bile, perhaps, would be more suited.) they can find. I figured out that you have no idea what a warm-blood is. So I will clue you in, the AWS is USEF,ADS,WBFSH,USEA,USDF, and USETF affiliated. (This doesn't clue anything. It's alphabet soup. Anyone with that assemblage of letters in hand would still not be able to tell a warmblood from a Suffolk Punch draft cro... oh. Quite so, yes.) So put that in your blog and smoke it smart ass. (You need a comma between "it" and "smart ass".) AWS doesn't just give a set of papers to you, twit. I know, why don't you take your nag to the AWS evaluation and see for yourself, you might learn something about your horse, if you have one, and you might be enlightened that you don't actually and factually know everything there is to know about horses. (The preceding sentence is as fine a sentence as your "warmbloods" are warmbloods.)
But from what I can see you are almost intelligent enough to do more harm than good. (I'm not very interested in your assessment of the relative intelligence of others. Fugly, at the very least, has mastered to/too/two and navigates the arcane waters of their/they're/there with ease.) Good, being the operative word here. Somehow I have learned something through this experience with you and your lemmings. (I know I'm amazed. Everyone, she's LEARNED something. Isn't that special?)
First, I called the Sheriff, (If he did more than laugh after he hung up the phone with you, I'll be amazed.) then I changed my web-site so there wouldn't be any confusion as to who was who (Have you met my friend Google?), and then I realized I should thank you for your blog although some of them are very fucking dumb, especially about the dog..since when did horse people loose their sence (I'm sure you mean sense.) of humor. Second, if people couldn't look up horses on APHA, AQHA, ARAB and AWS #'s on their own, there is a good chance they don't know a pastern from a canon bone anyway, or for that matter where Mariposa is. There is absolutely no smog, no humidity, because we are at 3,000 foot elevation and only have 17,000 residents in a place the size of Rhode Island. Yet another example of some moron thinking they know about Mariposa. I will give her the hick, redneck part though...
If you are so annoyed by horse inperfections (And, of course, this is "imperfections", right?) why don't you go to Genentech and splice your head and ass onto a horse, then it will be the perfect horse. (Recent successful cloning work with horses is being done by (a) Cryozootech, the company that brought you clones of Pieraz, ET, and Quidam de Revel and by (b) ViaGen, the company that brought us clones of barrel racer Gills Bay Boy (better known as "Scamper") and of Royal Blue Boon and Tap O Lena, two cutting horse mares of distinction and by (c) Texas A&M, the place that brought you five copies of Smart Little Lena and did the lab work for some of the ones Cryozootech is claiming as "theirs". Of those three companies, Cryozootech and ViaGen are doing commission work.)
I dare you to post this, unedited. (If you wrote reasonably well, there would be some sting in this. However, since you are laughably unlettered and illiterate, we honestly couldn't make up material this good.)
This is in response to the viscious (You do not have to be smart to be able to spell vicious. Therefore, you should be able to manage it.) blog. Its (It's.) one thing to take my pics from my web-site and then take everything out of context, making your following of blood thirsty criminals, threating (Surely you mean threatening?) me with violence and death...ha..ha.. very funny bitch. (When you set stuff up with "It's one thing to blah blah blah..." then you need to finish up with "... but it's a whole different kettle of lobsters to yadda yadda yadda".)
(I've added paragraphs to make things more legible.)
The first pic you posted on the fuglyhorse of R HOTSHOT MISS MAY, a red preferred AWS filly is now two years old, dumb ass. (Buh? So it's out of date? We didn't make it out of date -- it's your website. What is your point, here?) Anyone can see that was not the week old orphan foal whose dam died after tearing her femoral artery, and I doubt very much that you even know what that means so why don't you do this, talk to your vet. (I must ask if this is supposed to be one sentence. Not only does it drag its byzantine length along, it lacks focus. While I freely admit that complex sentences can contain more things, they require advanced grammar skills that you are not currently displaying. Also, as an FYI: Femoral arteries aren't really such super-sekret TOP SCIENCE that normal people need to ask vets about them. Anyone who has taken a basic first aid course knows about femoral arteries.) You will soon find out that a tear like that is a death sentence and not because the foal is to ("Too" is what you want, here. It's the adverb one.) big, RETARD, nor does it have to do with age.
The bay colt pictured on my web-sit (Shall I bring to your attention the benefits that accrue when you proofread your work? Eliminating the obvious errors will make you look smarter. I shouldn't have to add that you strike me as a someone who could use a little help on that front.) to the left is my mare HOTSHOTS APRIL LUV, AQHA 2437506 last foal. (I believe you are missing an apostrophe, though given the bloody garbled text, I don't know where I'd have put it. Helpful hint: If you're having trouble punctuating your sorry prose, perhaps a rewrite is in order.) Gears was arround (Most people spell it with just one "r".) 75 lbs and the filly before him was 100 lbs. (You're depending on us to care enough to make the leap that "the bay colt" is "Gears". It's best not to assume so much when writing to a hostile audience.) Too bad you had to make me out to be some kind of a horse serial killer, how unfair of you, but I have to stop and think of the source. (Again you are overloading the axles of your sentences. Ma'am, please remove your hands from the keyboard. You are not able to write with complexity. Please stop trying.) Some fat old bag sitting behind a computer with nothing better to do in her misserable life than to take out all her anger and frustration on people that aren't doing a thing to hurt anyone. (Just because you put a capital letter at the front end and a period at the back end DOES NOT make it a sentence.)
Why do you take things so personal? (Personally. You need an adverb, there.) Do you think you can change the horse world? (Wouldn't it be pretty to think so?) How marose (Again with the not-a-word words. The internet has a variety of free dictionary tools.) are you. (Normally intelligent people put question marks after questions, don't they?) It's really none of your business what I do, but it becomes the Mariposa County Sheriff's business when you threaten someones (apostrophe) life. (Mmm-hmm. "Some woman on the internet is threatening me by saying that my horses are ugly and worthless. Please stop attending to real crime and go find this Fugly Horse Blog Writer Person!!" Yeah, that's going to happen.) The other pic that you pinched off my site was a Breeders Trust Palomino Filly, a yearling, A Touch of Blue Moon APHA #891881. (You keep putting in the names and registration numbers like you think we give a shit. We don't.) Yes, please let me know about the feed lot you can buy a horse like her for $150 and I will be there! (The sale at Thurmont, MD is pretty good for cheap horses of low quality. Have you ever been to an auction?) What a brood of idiots, not to understand what a breeding stock paint is? NO WHITE MARKINGS! (Er, no, fuckwit. A breeding stock paint consists of a paint-bred horse who MAY HAVE normal solid-colored-horse markings like a blaze, socks, or stockings but who DOES NOT HAVE any qualifying white spots. According to the rules, to be a "regular" registered paint, your horse has to have AT LEAST ONE BODY SPOT that exceeds the APHA 2" qualifying ring size and which has white, unpigmented skin underneath it. Anyone who is confused about this can check out APHA's Guide to providing documentation of the minimal-white paint.)
You must be the piedpiper of fools. (Actually, most fugly readers write better than you do and I bet more than half of them know that Pied Piper is two words.) One thing I did learn from your bloggers is that what you call them is that a few of your faithfulls e-mailed me, one even interested in that filly, they all said the same thing in their e-mails..."you need to go to this site and see what they are saying about you, its criminal". (A more-correct sentence would read as follows: One thing I did learn from your bloggers, if that's what you call them, was that a few of your faithfuls emailed me, one even interested in that filly, and they all said the same thing in their emails, "You need to go to this site and see what they are saying about you -- It's criminal!") If this is what you wanted them to do, bravo! You are so very clever...LOL . (I'm glad to see you using internet abbreviations like LOL because it makes you look so very, very literate.)
I am glad that I understand now what a blog is, a blob of shit talking people that sit on their asses. (You never heard of blogs before this? What the hell do you do online that you somehow missed blogs?) Next time they might want to do a little homework before they begin their spewing of venom and vomiting out whatever malady ("Malady" doesn't seem like quite the right word. Bile, perhaps, would be more suited.) they can find. I figured out that you have no idea what a warm-blood is. So I will clue you in, the AWS is USEF,ADS,WBFSH,USEA,USDF, and USETF affiliated. (This doesn't clue anything. It's alphabet soup. Anyone with that assemblage of letters in hand would still not be able to tell a warmblood from a Suffolk Punch draft cro... oh. Quite so, yes.) So put that in your blog and smoke it smart ass. (You need a comma between "it" and "smart ass".) AWS doesn't just give a set of papers to you, twit. I know, why don't you take your nag to the AWS evaluation and see for yourself, you might learn something about your horse, if you have one, and you might be enlightened that you don't actually and factually know everything there is to know about horses. (The preceding sentence is as fine a sentence as your "warmbloods" are warmbloods.)
But from what I can see you are almost intelligent enough to do more harm than good. (I'm not very interested in your assessment of the relative intelligence of others. Fugly, at the very least, has mastered to/too/two and navigates the arcane waters of their/they're/there with ease.) Good, being the operative word here. Somehow I have learned something through this experience with you and your lemmings. (I know I'm amazed. Everyone, she's LEARNED something. Isn't that special?)
First, I called the Sheriff, (If he did more than laugh after he hung up the phone with you, I'll be amazed.) then I changed my web-site so there wouldn't be any confusion as to who was who (Have you met my friend Google?), and then I realized I should thank you for your blog although some of them are very fucking dumb, especially about the dog..since when did horse people loose their sence (I'm sure you mean sense.) of humor. Second, if people couldn't look up horses on APHA, AQHA, ARAB and AWS #'s on their own, there is a good chance they don't know a pastern from a canon bone anyway, or for that matter where Mariposa is. There is absolutely no smog, no humidity, because we are at 3,000 foot elevation and only have 17,000 residents in a place the size of Rhode Island. Yet another example of some moron thinking they know about Mariposa. I will give her the hick, redneck part though...
If you are so annoyed by horse inperfections (And, of course, this is "imperfections", right?) why don't you go to Genentech and splice your head and ass onto a horse, then it will be the perfect horse. (Recent successful cloning work with horses is being done by (a) Cryozootech, the company that brought you clones of Pieraz, ET, and Quidam de Revel and by (b) ViaGen, the company that brought us clones of barrel racer Gills Bay Boy (better known as "Scamper") and of Royal Blue Boon and Tap O Lena, two cutting horse mares of distinction and by (c) Texas A&M, the place that brought you five copies of Smart Little Lena and did the lab work for some of the ones Cryozootech is claiming as "theirs". Of those three companies, Cryozootech and ViaGen are doing commission work.)
I dare you to post this, unedited. (If you wrote reasonably well, there would be some sting in this. However, since you are laughably unlettered and illiterate, we honestly couldn't make up material this good.)