Sunday, November 5, 2006

Is Best Friends Animal Society A Cult?

Thank Dog for RESEARCH and the internet! If there could be a cult for that, I would join up! I've been getting emails for days about Best Friends Animal Society - the last bastion of a stalwart rescue group that actually does do good work down in the United States in taking in animals and offering them shelter and saving animals, and trying to make a difference in the world - in making the world a kinder and gentler place.

But I've been getting emails about how they are actually a cult that goes back 30 years that has connections to Charles Manson, and they're really an evil organization and blah blah blah. It all has to do with the fact that they "dared" to hold a "Dangerous dogs Summit" a couple weeks ago and didn't invite any of the "leading" BSL experts to speak - and now those "experts" have decided that the people who did speak at the conference are trying to kill every bull dog in North America.

If you'd like proof of that you need look no further than the mouthpiece of the current right wing BSL movement - - and Barb's post "MSN - Exterminating a breed through Kindness" - that post pretty much says everything that's been floating through the Yahoo groups the last couple weeks - the slander of BFAS and Tammy Grimes - without actually saying anything about the right wing BSL movement wants themselves.

What do the people behind, NAIA, ADOA, the DLCC, Dog Holocaust, Workingpitbull want that's any different than Best Friends?

It was my impression that they also wanted legislation to curb bad breeders, (hint - the acronyn for DLCC is Dog LEGISLATION Council of Canada), LEGISLATION to lower spay and neuter costs, licensing costs, to put the onus of good ownership back on the owner. Can someone please tell me how this is any different than what Best Friends is trying to accomplish?

The only thing that is different is that it's going to be going into BEST FRIENDS bank account rather than the bank accounts of the other groups. Period. That's why everybody is angry.

The point was also raised about why the summit was held in Denver - why give money to Denver when they killed 2,000 pit bulls last year? Duh - maybe it's BECAUSE they killed 2,000 pit bulls last year? What better place to hold a summit on dangerous dogs? To raise awareness about the fact? To point out the stupidity that the city you're holding the summit in killed 2,000 of the dogs you're trying to save? Seems like a no-brainer to me...

Okay - back to the Manson thing - this is such a beautiful thing. American's love doing this - there's all kinds of websites popping up about how Best Friends is a cult and how they have so much proof about it. You can go to this website: and read all about it. But if you do a little digging (like I did) - you'll find out that on the Best Friends website - they talk about it themselves. It doesn't seem to be indexed anywhere - but they have a history of the organization at

This series of pages is interesting - because who are you going to believe? The sensationalists (the arses) or the horses mouth? Me - I'm going to believe the horses mouth. Specifically - there's a section at where they say:

And one day in 1969, one of those "Aliens Stole My Lunch" tabloid rags had a story in it that the infamous murderer Charles Manson had had something to do with The Process. (Apparently he liked animals, too.) We took no notice at the time. But a couple of years later, a book was published in the United States that drew on those same rumors. And an attorney friend told us that we simply had to file a lawsuit. So we did. The author of the book promptly fled, rather than even show up to the deposition hearing, leaving the extremely embarrassed publisher to settle as quickly as possible. Existing copies of the book were withdrawn, offending sections were to be removed from any future printings, and a public apology issued. But the whole affair left a nasty taste in our mouths. And to this day, the story and other rumors float around on the Internet.

So there you have it. Go read the story of Best Friends Animal Society before they became a sanctuary - but go read the version provided by the horse's mouth - not the asse's arse. You'll get a much more accurate version. It won't be quite as sensational - but you'll probably be more satisfied at the end. I know I was.

As for the Dangerous Dog Summit and whether Best Friends Animal Society and Tammy Grimes are going to set back the BSL movement - that's bullshit too. That's the thing about dog people - a lot of us are absolutely crazy - the pro-BSL people are all laughing up their ass-holes right now because of all the in-fighting that's going on - they know that when we're fighting with each other we can't fight THEM. In which case it's THEM who wins either way. In which case I say - SHAME ON YOU anti BSL people who are attacking Best Friends and Tammy Grimes.

Best Friends and Tammy Grimes are seeking solutions to the problem - the people who are attacking them are simply seeking to keep their place in a political movement that doesn't need any more sides drawn. It only needs a LOT more allies if this fight is going to be won. My rottweiller Daisy NEEDS all of you working TOGETHER.


  1. Anonymous12:58 AM

    If Best Friends is, as you claim "the last bastion of a stalwart rescue group", then rescue is doomed. The "digging" you did barely even scratched the surface. If you had done the research that I did, you would know that the UK courts sided with Ed Sanders and his publisher regarding the Manson allegations. And the story gets even more bizarre from there in part 2.
    I've never been right wing, or for that matter left wing a day in my life. This is about uncovering the truth, even if it's not pretty or it makes you squirm, Joan. I don't get paid a dime for the priviledge of allowing people to make an informed decision, and I'll bet the other groups you've attempted to maligned are donating their time without receiving financial compensation as well. It's never been about money. And since I'm not interested in setting myself up for a liable suit. I can provide a reference for every single thing I wrote, some of them going back to the seventies or late sixties. Some of them from the Process Churches own writings. So enjoy this - STRAIGHT FROM THE HORSES MOUTH:

    SATAN ON WAR, by Robert DeGrimston

    MAN, you have come to the bitter end of your degradation. Drain the drags and leave not a stain in the glass.
    For WAR is upon you, around you and within you. You are submerged in WAR so totally now there is no escape. Like a cancer it has taken hold on you, crept stealthily among you and become entrenched. No force on earth can remove it. And no force in heaven will. For We, the Gods, give man what man demands, not what he pretends to want. And man who puts on airs and cries for peace and light and love, and claims that his one desire is to live in harmony with those around him, man who clothes himself soberly with proper decency and goes about his business saying: "I am civilized. I am respectable. I am a rational being in control of all my emotions", he is no more than an ignorant fool, a hypocrite, a self-deluded imbecile. For all he really wants is death, slaughter, bloodshed, rape, pillage, and the violent hysterical screeching lunacy of WAR. That is his true desire and nothing less will truly satisfy him.
    Man, see yourself! Know the true desires of your soul. Feel the love of horror, the lust for blood, the ecstasy of watching death stride out upon the earth and take his toll.
    When is your mind at peace? Only when your body is at WAR.
    When are you truly satisfied? Only when blood is on your hands, hatred in your heart and the light of battle gleaming in your eye.
    Deceive yourself not! Death is sheer delight to you. Torture is supreme fascination. Can you drag your eyes from the vision of a body stretched upon the rack, broken on the wheel, or squeezed to lifelessness by the slow agony of the hangman's rope? No, you can only gaze transfixed, every grain of your attention focused on the sight. And can you look away from the writhing monster of a battlefield, close your ears to the shrieks and groans of wounded men, close your eyes to the blood and the mangled flesh? No, you are entranced, enchanted, gleeful at the lurid picture of violent death and slaughter.
    For this is your destiny, this your only satisfaction. You are born to die and die you must, and death for you must be utterly cataclysmic. Your very soul demands it.
    WAR is your natural bent, your blood brother. You know him, understand him and love him, as nothing else in all creation. With him life becomes worthwhile because it becomes death. WAR is your fulfillment. In WAR you are strong, courageous, vital, dynamic. In WAR you are the soul of action and the source of boundless energy. In WAR the rules are destruction, and with destruction you are your true self. Creation is alien to your nature, but destruction, devastation, violent mutilation of the flesh and the laying waste of all the land; these are concepts you can understand, these are actions to which you can give yourself with body, mind and soul, and revel in the joys of their fulfillment. They are your meat and drink, as essential to you as the air you breathe. WAR is your life blood, you have proved it so.
    So rise, Man, and be joyful! For WAR you shall have in abundance. Pretend no more to seek after sterile peace that holds no pleasure for your active soul. Revel in the multiple delights of WAR. Feel the bloodlust rising in your veins, the mounting, tense anticipation of the moment before battle is joined. Feel the firm grip on the sword hilt, the cold hardness of the steady gun butt. Smell the blood and the cordite. Hear the battle cries mingled with the screams of those that die. And see the surging of the armies joined in mortal combat, and the smoke, the all-enveloping smoke that swirls and billows, and then hangs suspended, blotting out the sun. And know where man's fulfillment lies. Know that life is worthless unless it is lived in the very teeth of death, that peace is nothing except as a fleeting moment in the midst of WAR, that love is empty, save as a transitory oasis in a world of violent hatred, that to create is only meaningful in order to destroy.
    I, SATAN, stand for WAR. I glory in WAR. I glory in the magnificence of man in battle, man struggling with life and death, man giving vent to his wrath.
    I scorn the weak-will victims of WAR, the hordes of helpless citizens, who cry for mercy as they are driven from their homes and from their lands. They are the fodder for the monstrous WAR machines, the fuel that the great engines of death devour in their relentless march over the face of the earth. They deserve no better than their lot, for they have no strength or courage of their own, no will to rise and fight, no fire within their souls to drive them into battle. They were born to a futile death, a miserable death, a worthless feeble destiny of nothing. They were born to be trampled upon, to be cut down by the mighty sword of the conqueror. And such is their fate, significant only as it is part of the game of WAR.
    So Man, waste no more time with crawling on your belly in the dust. Stand up and cast aside the trappings of a civilized facade. Throw off the cloak of meaningless respectability. Strip yourself bare to the roots of your bestial nature. Let the animal loose in you. Become as you are: the Beast, naked and proud, teeth bared and eyes aflame, your feet firm planted on the ground, your face towards the enemy. Release the Fiend that lies dormant within you, for he is strong and ruthless, and his power is far beyond the bounds of human frailty.
    Come forth in your savage might, rampant with the lust of battle, tense and quivering with the urge to strike, to smash, to split asunder all that seek to detain you. And cast your eye upon the land before you. Choose what road of slaughter and violation you will follow. Then stride out upon the land and amongst the people. Rape with the crushing force of your virility, kill with the devastating precision of your sword arm, maim with the ruthless ingenuity of your pitiless cruelty, destroy with the overwhelming fury of your bestial strength, lay waste with the all-encompassing majesty of your power.
    And stand supreme upon the earth, lord of all creation by the right of conquest. And burn what offends your eye, eradicate what spoils your pleasure, take all unto yourself and punish most cruelly and without mercy all who seek to stay your hand. For the world can be yours, and the blood of men can be yours to spill as you please. And you can have your pleasure of the world through violence and the wielding of the sword. And your lust can stride upon the face of the land, taking whatever it desires and discarding the empty husks when you've sucked them dry.
    WAR and violence are your heritage, and now is the time to stake your claim upon them, to unmask the lurking shadows of your fiendish soul, expose them, hold them like banners before you, and shout your battle cry before the world.
    SATAN'S army is ready in the field and slaughter is the order of the day. For I, SATAN, am master of the world, and My law is death. Who follows Me must ultimately conquer all. For I am the master of WAR, the lord of all conquest, and the ruler of all violent conflict.
    Hear My voice, for the time is short. The ultimate phase of WAR is about to begin. Be there in the forefront of the line of battle. Be not a worthless pawn, a feather blown by the wind. Be not still. Ask not for peace and rest for these can be no more. And stillness is already of the past. Seek not to be left alone, to escape the burning slaughter of the holocaust, to hide from the final wrath of the vengeful Gods. But rise and march to the center of the raging chaos. Defy the cataclysm! Don your gleaming armor and stride with the engines of death. And watch the gradual spreading of the slow disease. See the lingering death of the latest phase of WAR. And revel in the agonies of man brought low, man deprived, man humiliated, man trampled into the ground, and utterly degraded to the point of dismal decay and a futile death. And gorge yourself on the horrors of irretrievable loss; the miserable fate of the victims that still remain, the helpless bewilderment of their despair, the pitiful cries of their useless supplication and the wailing anguish of their bereavement. And grind your heel into the face of their stupidity.
    Burn the chaff of humanity! For such is its desire and its desert. And dance the dance of a dervish around the leaping flames.
    Again I say; Release the Fiend within you!
    Release the Fiend! Release the Fiend!
    And the Fiend shall conquer, and the chaff be burned.
    The Fiend shall slake his monstrous lust upon the helpless body of the wasted earth. And the chaff shall be consumed.
    The Fiend shall wield a mighty cutlass, and the land shall be lifeless in his wake. And the chaff shall blow as smoke in the wind of his passing.
    The Fiend shall devastate the earth, and his mighty roar shall rock the heavens so that the very stars shall feel his presence. And the chaff shall vanish and be forgotten.
    I, SATAN, shall stalk with the Fiend. We shall stalk the earth together, lending strength to the flashing saber and unerring accuracy to the speeding missile. We shall be on every battleground and every scene of devastation. And our might shall be on the side of the mighty; strength for strength, power for power. And to him who possesses, more shall be given. On him who destroys with power, a greater power for destruction shall be bestowed. And for him who massacres with strength, more victims for his ruthless slaughter shall be provided. But he that has nothing, and wilts before the rising tide of WAR, from him shall be taken even the little that he has. For such is his desire and his desert. And even what strength he has to plead for mercy shall be denied him, and his tongue shall disobey him at the final moment, and he shall be cut down.
    And the mother that pleads weakly for her child shall see it slain before her. And the woman that pleads palely for her miserable virtue shall be struck down and raped. And he that fearfully pleads for his life shall be cut to pieces.
    The final march of doom has begun. The earth is prepared for the ultimate devastation. The mighty engines of WAR are all aligned and brought together for the End. The scene is set.
    The Lord LUCIFER has sown the seeds of WAR, and now weeps to see them take root and flourish in the fertile ground of man's destructive nature. The Lord JEHOVAH decrees the End and the violence of End. He prophesies the harvest of monumental slaughter. And I, the Lord SATAN, with My army of the damned, have come to reap that harvest, and to feed My furnace with the souls of the fearful.
    For in the great cataclysm of the latter days shall the world be split, and man shall be divided. And those who are weak in spirit and mind, those who cringe and cry out to be spared, those who adopt the air of the victim, the sick demeanor of the lost and helpless, those who crawl and crumble, tremble with abject terror and complain that others but themselves controlled their destiny, those who bewail their sad predicament and disclaim all responsibility for their fate, they are the dross of the universe, the useless futile miserable dross, that stands for nothing, lives for nothing, aims for nothing and shall ultimately receive nothing. For they shall be swept away in the whirlwind of the great disaster, they shall be scattered like dust upon the ground, and then caught up in a mighty vortex and sucked into the depths of Hell.
    And the strong and the mighty and the ruthless, creatures of the Fiend that follow him, they shall stand at the core of the raging chaos, spreading death around them and embracing it themselves like a long lost brother. And those that die in the glory of battle, those that kill before they die, those that meet death as an equal and not as a pale grey supplicant, those that stay proud and strong, and die as they have lived, those that revel in the sheer delights of death instead of fleeing helpless before its inexorable avalanche, they are My people, the men of SATAN, born of the underworld and reared in the dark chasms of the Pit. And these shall be My army at the End; rank upon rank of black-hearted angels from the depths of Hell.
    And when the great holocaust of man's destruction sweeps over the face of the earth, destroying all before it, then shall My army appear, streaming up from the bowels of the world and following in the wake of the all-consuming fire.
    And the land shall be black. No tree shall stand green and elegant rising from the ground. Here and there a blackened stump will mark the passing of a forest. And all shall be charred and scorched, and nothing remains, save a monstrous festering wound that can never heal. And the earth shall open, and Hell shall be freed from within.
    And fire shall spring forth and cover the land, and behind the fire the army of SATAN shall spread through the blackened world to occupy it. And all the hideous creatures of the Pit shall be given the freedom of the earth, and I, SATAN, shall rule the world in might and majesty as is My right. And Mine who fought and died or fought and did not die, Mine who took pleasure in the final cataclysm, who stood in the midst of the chaos and reveled in the might of WAR, Mine shall not be forgotten. For they shall have earned their heritage.
    And the world shall belong to Me, for it will be Mine by conquest. SATAN in man shall have triumphed at the End, and the earth shall be My footstool. And those who have walked with Me shall rule with Me. And those who have fought by My side shall sit by My side in majesty.
    Go forth! Prepare for the day of reckoning!
    And he that shall meet the day steeped in the blood of his enemies shall be raised up and magnified in strength and power. He that shall be found in the very midst of battle, reeking of death, lip curled in ultimate defiance, shall be reborn to rule immortal in the world of SATAN. But he that is seen to run and hide, he that is heard to cry out for mercy, he that collapses in helpless despair, all shall be doomed to endless torment for their weakness.
    And the earth shall be utterly destroyed and the sky polluted, and darkness shall cover the land. Corpses shall litter the ground, and cities, laid waste, shall smolder lifelessly. No creature of the natural order shall be left to witness the devastation. But monsters of the Pit shall stalk the land. And My people shall be rulers of this world of death.
    And from this scorched and blackened citadel, the eyes of My people shall look outwards to the universe. And when the time shall come, I, SATAN, shall again gather My army together, and with the power vested in My shattered world, I shall set forth in conquest of the stars.
    And I shall spread terror through the universe. And My people shall go before Me, and WAR shall spring up in every comer of the vast incalculable multitude of worlds that stretches beyond time itself.
    And as I shall rule the world, and My people with Me, so shall I rule the universe, and My might and My power shall know no bounds. And the stars shall be Mine and the planets also. By the incontrovertible right of superior strength shall the whole universe come under My jurisdiction.
    And I, SATAN, shall destroy the universe. For My destruction shall reach out like a cancer from the Earth and spread its taint of slaughter and decay amongst the stars, till all is destroyed, all matter dead and mutilated to unchangeable lifelessness. Then shall I be free and all My people, when all matter is destroyed, all physical existence crushed to a formless pulp.
    Then shall we roam eternity unshackled by the burden of material creation. For when we cease to lie beneath the world of men, submerged in a morass of putrid flesh, when we have plumbed its depths, wallowed in its screeching senses, ripped it apart and thereby burst from its crippling clutches, then shall we transcend its boundaries and rise to the utmost heights of spiritual fulfillment.
    For I, SATAN, embody both lowest and highest. I am the God of both ultimate destruction and ultimate creation. Mine are the hideous black demons of the Pit, and Mine also are the white angelic hordes that transcend Heaven itself. I am the epitome of both death and life. I am the body in the depths of dark depravity, and I am the soul in the heights of sublime spiritual ecstasy. The legions of the damned are of Me, as is the great company of archangels. And when the bonds of matter hold Me no more, then shall I and My people, My army, My legions, all My followers, rise from the depths of the blackness of the Pit and transcend the stars.
    I am the body and the soul of man. Whilst the Fiend of the body is enslaved by the fearful mind, the soul is imprisoned. Only when the Fiend is released can the soul be free.
    So I, SATAN, am come to release the Fiend, to let him loose upon the earth for the latter days, so that the world shall end with nothing less than the ultimate destruction of total WAAR. And those who accept the End and play their part together with the Fiend in bringing about the End, those who stand proud and fearless in the midst of the End and wield with Me the sword of ultimate destruction, they shall rule with Me when humanity is dead, and after seek freedom with Me in the conquest of the universe. But those who seek to stay My hand, to chain the Fiend, to cripple the engines of death and prevent the inevitable End, they shall be doomed to failure; dismal, futile, worthless failure. For the End must be, and none shall prevent or postpone it.
    So rise and prepare for the final battle. Stand proud in the monstrous presence of violent death, and sound the trumpets of WAR.
    Invoke the cataclysm!
    And on the signal, when the heavens burst and a burning, blinding, raging, all-enveloping fury sweeps the earth:
    Release the Fiend!
    And stride with SATAN'S army to the End.

    Copyright Church of the Final Judgment, 1966.

    1. That must have fallen under "blah blah blah."

  2. As Joan said...go make a difference and stop bothering those who are. Let your light shine, Jade, there must be one in there somewhere you can turn on. When your light is shining you have no time or inclination to torture others ...Tammy

  3. Love, Sex, Fear, Death by Timothy Wyllie, an original member of the Process Church of the Final Judgement wrote a book about his time in the PC.
    MaryAnn MacLean met Robert Moore when they were training to be auditors for Scientology. He'd been training to be an architect before that, and she had been a prostitute. They were booted from Scientology, stole an e-meter, Robert got divorced and married Maryann who decided DeGrimston was a better last name for them.
    First,they practiced psychoanalysis with their stolen e-meter, on Timothy and then on others.
    England laughed them and their doomsday prophecies out of town, plus wanted them to do business legally, so they left with their Alsations. After flitting around for a while, they wound up in America. Americans were more gullible and susceptible to their proselytizing, and in Louisiana, especially so. That's where the founders of Best Friends first incorporated (to avoid paying taxes) as The Process Church of the Final Judgement (or Judgment). They (Maryann and Robert) sent missionaries throughout the USA and their chapters in CA and NYC grew. They developed a chapter in Canada, as well.(presently, as BF, they have nationwide "network partners.")
    After the Manson debacle, Satanism was really frowned upon. People were less open minded. Tarot cards were one thing but murdering pregnant women was not an acceptable activity to most people.
    Manson and the Process may or may not have known each other, but the shared the same philosophies and preached similar dogma. They traveled the same circles. Originally, when Manson was arrested, he claimed to be one and the same, metaphorically, as Robert DeGrimston (aka Satan, in his circle of friends.) After a visit from a Process member (or two, one likely Christopher Fripp) Manson spoke no more about the Process.
    Maryann idolized Hitler and despised children. She was by all accounts neither warm nor loving although she had a thing for Alsations aka German Shepherds (as did Hitler, who also had a pit bull.)
    Best Friends Animal Sanctuary was started because begging for animals, they found, was more lucrative than begging for the occult, especially after all of that bad press. Bonus: they still didn't have to pay taxes.
    The DeGrimston's prophesy "on war" didn't come true so it appears that Best Friends is forcing the issue into self fulfillment with their "Pit Bull Initiative."
    A person in America is now killed every ten days by a pit bull dog and BFAS is directly, wilfully responsible for that by incessantly promoting pit bulls as family pets. They could have pushed any dog into popularity, but they chose a fight breed to "change public perception" of. They chose the one dog known for killing children and mauling people, and they didnt stop after the Vick dog scene which was not as successful as claimed. It was actually disastrous, but you can speak to former employees about that.
    Pit bulls killed other dogs at the BF sanctuary and they do it on our streets daily. You can watch them do it all day long on YouTube via caught on surveillance video or bystander witnesses recording with their phones.
    Wilful lying and operating in bad faith, they have gotten rich. If they orchestrated rebranding the pit bull for the love of money or if they did it for the ensuing chaos, bloodshed, and grief that it was sure to cause, it's evil either way.

  4. They lost the book lawsuit in England and you can still possibly get an original copy.

  5. Tammy, was "blah blah blah" supposed to cover all of the child neglect and abuse, the mistreatment of followers, the orchestrated orgies to produce their "army?"
    According to one cult survivor of Process, Texas Chapter, the kids had to goosestep around, were constantly punished for little or no reason, and their pet cat was named "Waffen." That's "weapon" in German. If you knew anything about this cult, and you meant to gloss over it in "blah blah blah," you are complicit.