Sometimes, I think we may be able to act like adults on the internet.
Then I randomly get diagnosed as a liberal hysterical person with gutter-level mentalhealth on facebook (I mean correct in itself).
I can't believe we, as humans, diagnoses random people based on a facebook comments. And the worst part;
I was told this while defending a literal 8 year old girl from ADULT ASSHOLE HUMANS.
The issue was that a video was put out by a shetland pony owner that they were in the process of breaking a colt.
The girl was put on the back of this pony and the assaults thrown AT THIS CHILD were absolutely horrible.
Was it an optimal way of breaking in a horse? No. But when is it ever? Breaking any horse is gonna be one hell of a process and it's not gonna be pretty all the way. Add to that you got a pony with the mind of a chihuahua, and said pony ACTUALLY got the strenght the dog THINK they harness?
They are not called Shitlands for nothing. There are only so many trainers within the right distance (this is assuming a 3yo colt is okay with spending long distances in a trailer), who's got the time, weight, height, finances, facilities and health (and a shit ton of patience) to do this. I can take a wild guess there is maximum 2 of these in Sweden.
A lot of the times breaking these demons you put on a lawndart (aka your least favorite child) and once the horse has learned the basics you can put on more favored kids.
But to call a child; Useless, dumb, fat, stupid etc etc for LITERALLY SITTING ON A PONY...
Also the fact that when I voiced that those comments were fucked up I got 9 laugh reacts and told I was a hysterical, suicidal liberal who has not sought enough help for my mental health.
I was called mentally ill for defending a child.
We are so fucked as a humanity.
I did actually do some snooping and TURNS OUT we are in the same horsegroup on fb and I found a couple videos of her riding.
This absolute disaster of a bitter bitch has absolutely no business commenting on a child riding while looking like that on a horse with the movements of a fucking armchair.
I made a promise to myself as a child, I would NEVER be the reason a child goes home crying from the barn.
If I can make sure atleast one child feels the barn is their safespace, I have given more than I recieved as a child.
But I will fistfight every single fucking old bitter hag I meet on the way until then.
Pic of our own Sausage-filling Resident Douchebag Prince.
Prince kicked a mare four times his size 10 times before she lost her nerves and kicked back. Twice.
First time she kicked a mark of her shoe into the doorframe.
Second time she missed the shitland and barged her whole damn leg straight thru the wall.
Ripping the wall with her when she tried to get away. Cut her leg open in 5 different places.
Typical Shitland. Who's gonna take responsibility for my actions?
