Jeff Lowe is fishing around to see if we will pay 600k to make him go away, but he won’t give up his breeding license.  Rumor has it that Joe Schreibvogel has been evicted from the zoo by Jeff, so he’s in no position to bargain.  We are still applying pressure on his mother for the fraudulent transfer of the zoo out of the bankruptcy court’s grasp (and ours).  Howie is about ready to go for this, and I am not resisting.  There are better ways we could spend 250k a year than chasing those two.

 

Joe came in dead last in his bid for Oklahoma governor and he’s been saying he plans to move to Belize and tend bar.  Funny, since he claims to be so intolerant of drinkers.  Maybe he figures it would be a good cover for drug dealing.  At any rate, I think he’s figured out that making money pimping out tiger cubs isn’t so much fun now that people are starting to question it.

 

I spent yesterday immersed in mixed reality videos about creators who are trying to bring this into the mainstream.  I’d love to be investing in that and signed up with Magic Leap as a creator so that I could pitch them the idea of all the 360 footage of big cats they can use for free, if they will make replacing zoos a priority project.  They said the thought never crossed their minds before but they are intrigued.

 

Old House of Many Rooms Dream

 

I’ve had a recurring dream, for as far back as I can remember.  I’m walking through an abandoned house.  It’s 70’s in styling and pretty much vacant.  There are many levels and what seems to be dozens of rooms.  There is always a hidden room, and I always find it, but there’s never anything shocking in its discovery.  I had the dream again last night, but this time the house looked like it had been sitting vacant for decades.  Trees and vines were growing in through the windows.  Near the edges of the rooms the floors had buckled from the rain damage.

 

I finally found the hidden room and ventured to the window across the decaying floor.  It was a high room and I could see down into the yard through the branches.  A young, cotton haired child (me?) stood in the yard of a tiny, decrepit trailer, looking up toward me.  I wondered if that child ever came over here to investigate the house.

 

Hi, I’m Carole Baskin and I’ve been writing my story since I was able to write, but when the media goes to share it, they only choose the parts that fit their idea of what will generate views.  These are my views and opinions. If I'm going to share my story, it should be the whole story.  The titles are the dates things happened. If you have any interest in who I really am please start at the beginning of this playlist: http://savethecats.org/

 

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Music (if any) from Epidemic Sound (http://www.epidemicsound.com) This video is for entertainment purposes only and is my opinion.  Closing graphic with permission from https://youtu.be/F_AtgWMfwrk