Friday, February 09, 2007

If it weren't for my horse, I wouldn't have spent that year in college

I found this article to be pretty amusing, and it does bring up a good point. We do pick and choose what we kill and eat based on nothing but shallow nonsense, and that's one of the many things that makes us stupid. And barbaric, blah blah blah, but meat is good.

And although I'm about a week behind the curve, I should reference this Onion article at least for posterity's sake since it pretty well sums up how I feel about that bullshit. Look, it's sad enough if you get more than a little bummed out over a celebrity dying or something, but if you're getting involved in candlelight vigils for a fucking horse, you should be killed and turned into glue. Yes, in case you missed it, I distinctly remember actually reading about at least one candlelight vigil after he first got injured. It simply makes no sense to me to get all bent out of shape over someone who you never knew and had no direct impact on your life.

And let's face it, they were probably just trying to keep that thing alive for stud fees and whatnot anyway. The only amusement I can take away from the Barbaro nonsense is that if this line of reasoning is correct, it means it was at least one person's job to, uh, handle that business for the last eight months.