Over breeding is supplying horses to be butchered for rich Europeans to eat. This group will expose the ones over-breeding and selling their horses to killer buyers and slaughter house owned feedlots. Breeders and Race horse owners that are allowing their horses go to auctions with no regard to their fate .Please join us to inform, horse loving people who these horse killers are. Besides the domesticated horses mentioned above we have our free roaming, they are in jeopardy of becoming illiminated because of the cattle industry wants their land.
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The following is a word for word quote from horse killer Manny Phelps:

I provide a service. People are revolted when I tell them I process horses for a living, but without me there would be thousands of starving horses living on our streets. On that girlie website of yours you wrote how I exploit horses. Wrong. I exploit alcohol. I exploit Burger King. But with horses I provide a service. I mop up. I clean up the mess left by morons who just have to breed their mare. A few years later no one wants the baby anymore, so I come in to mop up. How come you never write about those morons who just have to breed their mare? Every spring I send dozens of mares and new foals to the meat plant. And every spring there are idiots breeding more babies. All of your "do right for horses cause they built America" is crap. The only way to do right for horses is to stop breeding them.

STATEMENT FROM A HORSE SLAUGHTER WORKER

"A lot of people own little farms they don't live on," he said, "just places where they hold horses
and feed them. Pet horses, riding horses in good condition, some of them young. These guys
would bring them in at night. We didn't have no night shift then. The boss needed more meat to
ship to Belgium. We'd stay over after the USDA doc left, or go back in the middle of the night. The
boss would have the accountant put an extra bonus on our checks, twenty dollars for each horse.
We'd kill anything from thirty to forty horses at night."
"What about USDA inspections?"
"They weren't inspected."
"And the inspector wouldn't notice the extra horses in the morning?" I asked.
"Everything is moving so fast," he replied. "He'd never know."
"How many times did you do this?"
"Quite a few. Maybe ten times."
"How'd they handle the horses that couldn't walk?" I asked.
"If he's down on the truck, down in the manure, and he don't want to move," he said, "or if the
horse is injured or sick or pregnant, or maybe he's done a split and can't get up- you try to pull him
up by the tail. Or stick a two- by- four under him, try to pick him up. Or hit him with the shocker.
There are times we took a boning knife and stuck them in the rectum till they bleed to make them
get up."
"If the horse is kicking, how do you know it's not just a muscle reaction?"
"See, that was my department. I did it so long," he replied. "He'd cry out. Cry and kick. And he'd be
choking from the blood, still blowing out air, and I'd start skinning the head."
"How long do they usually have to bleed out?" I asked.
"The sticker and the header is the same person," he said. "You move so fast you don't have time
to wait till a horse bleeds out. You skin him as he bleeds. Sometimes horses' heads are still down
in the blood, sucking up the same blood from some other horse. 'Cause a horse is so long, his
nose is down in the blood, blowing bubbles, and he suffocates." "See," he continued, "a job like
that, is a job of cruelty. You don't have no conscience. All you think about is you making your
money, you doing your job."