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Amy Patterson – “My Thoughts”

Posted on Tuesday, July 2, 2013 at 1:27 pm

Party Line


Let me say this: Since when did we lose our right to privacy? Since when did everything everybody does become everyone else’s business? Apparently I missed that memo.

By that, no, I’m not referring to simple small-town gossip and chatter. I’m not referring to the government playing “big brother.” What I mean is the recent transition of my business to your business, and their business to our business.

Without getting on an even higher soapbox than the one I’m already on, allow me to mention that it really is none of my bee’s (again, a hip synonym for “business”… I’m so cool.) What the rapper Snoop Dogg chooses to do in his down time. What is said behind the closed doors of Paula Deen’s home should make no difference to me.

Yes, I’m still on the Paula thing (believe it or not). It is none of anyone’s business what she said to her husband behind closed doors.

We can all agree that if we could be fired for mistakes we’ve made in the past, none of us would have jobs. I understand that lawsuits can dig up every skeleton in your closet, but if being closed-minded or saying something you regret is a crime, we’re going to need to change some things.

Between Twitter and Facebook and TMZ and every other “media” and “networking” site, their life has become your life. Teenage girls have set their watches by Taylor Swift’s make-ups and break-ups. Quick “Waterboy” reference for you: Twitter is “the devil” (say that in Bobby Bouchet’s mom’s voice). TMZ is close behind.

“I heart my schnauzer”


I was browsing my Facebook newsfeed yesterday, sorting between posts and shares dedicated to “save Paula” messages, and something caught my eye. A girl I know through rodeos had shared a “news story” from the TMZ sports site.

*Quick note: for those of you that don’t know, TMZ is a media outlet dedicated to the lives of the rich and famous, essentially a gossip column on steroids.

The story she had shared was covering the death of a bucking horse at New Jersey’s Cowtown rodeo. Fortunately for the TMZ writers and SHARK/PETA fans, the event was televised, in high-quality. Upon further investigation of the video, SHARK officials observed what they think is a hot shot sticking through the slats of the bucking chute as the horse enters the arena. Oh, joy.

The horse and cowboy complete an eight-second trip as though nothing was wrong. The cowboy falls off and the horse continues bucking and kicking until the flank is removed by the pick-up men. Dale, as the horse was called, trots in a few small circles and then falls to his side.

If you watch the video, it appears as though the horse has a seizure. Immediately, the rodeo staff in the arena are at Dale’s side holding his head down (a common practice when a horse is injured so as to not cause any more harm until he can be examined) and petting his forehead and neck.

Long story short, Dale dies. He was examined by the DVM on site who declares, after an autopsy, that the horse had passed due to an aneurysm of an aorta. Makes sense to me.

I have not studied veterinary medicine short of a few animal science classes in high school and college, so I will not pretend that I have any more knowledge as to not take the diagnosis at face value. SHARK, however, must staff a handful of DVMs, because they refused this explanation, stating the horse was electrocuted by the hot shot at the beginning of his trip.

Ok, that’s good enough for me. If anyone reading this has ever been shocked by a hotshot, electric fence, or anything else, they can attest that any effects of that shock are immediate. You do not get struck by lightning and then fall minutes later. Also, since when is the voltage of a hand-held hot shot enough to “electrocute” to the point of death? Sorry, animal activists, it doesn’t happen.

I will not hide what the rodeo industry is. By that same notion, I will also not lie about it. If you read nothing else, read this: We do not abuse our animals. Point blank; it’s as simple as that.

I give my horses carrots! Go ahead, make fun, but I think it’s sweet… And then scary, because they don’t realize when all the treats are gone and then proceed to chase you around the barn lot. When Tim weighs just under two bucks and has feet the size of manhole covers, it gets a little sketchy.

Browse the PETA or SHARK websites, and you will see countless “victories” the animal-rights groups have over  the rodeo industry. Wrong. We’re still here, and we’re going strong, and will be for a long time, if I have anything to do with it.

So, Steve Hindi–Get your facts straight, open your mind, give me 10 minutes of your time, and we’ll see what we can get done.