(Above are photos taken of "Eight Belles" at the Kentucky Derby, May 4th, 2008......before the race, regal and magical...moments before crossing the finish-line, seconds before her death...and of her jockey carrying his saddle back to the stables after she was put-down.
Such a gruesome, sad, senseless, tragic, and needless turn-of-events.)
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I would just like to state...FOR THE RECORD!...AGAIN!...How disgusted and sickened I am by the whole horse-racing thing! How many horses have to die...REALLY!!!???
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"Eight Belles", the fragile, beautiful mare who was hoped to be one of the first fillies to ever win the Kentucky Derby, tragically was euthanized after collapsing immediately following the race yesterday at "Churchill Downs".
Only three fillies have ever won the Derby, since the race's inception 130 years ago...and "Eight Belles" came close...she finished an exhilarating second.
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The exhausted animal suffered what has been termed as a "freak accident", when suddenly BOTH of her front ankles simply SNAPPED! WTF???
"FREAK ACCIDENT"???
"SNAPPED"???
WHHAAAAATTTTTT???!!!
Horses simply DO NOT have their front freaking ankles just SNAP in-two on them! Oh, yeah...unless, of course, they are genetically constructed like blocks of deoxyribonucleic-LEGOS!...Bred for size and speed, not accounting for the fact that their massive bodies are propelled at such death-defying speeds on what are theoretical popsicle-sticks!
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The Kentucky Derby, along with all other horse racing, is SICKENING! These poor horses are genetically engineered, doped and bred to run...at terrifying speeds...in the dirt/mud, within a huge pack of other thousands-of-pounds horses, bashing into each other the entire way, around an enormous oval, from a cold start to a dead-stop...ON LITTLE TOOTH-PICK-like legs!!!
While the rich old men smoke their cigars and drink their Kentucky bourbons, their old bat wives, as well as the trophy wives, preen about in their ridiculous hats while sipping their Mint Juleps. (The wives are only "old bats" if the men married "daddy's money"...while the wives are "trophy wives" when they are on their second go-'round. Equally as sickening.)
The gambling addicts are betting-up-a-storm from here-to-there-to-Vegas-and-back, and the poser Hollywood stars make their presence known.
And for what??
For "the most exciting two minutes in sports"??? Who the hell said that??? Bastards. All of 'em.
"Oh, these horses are BRED to run! They LOVE it!", say the disgusting breeders, owners, and trainers.
Yes, a "sport", where the best "athlete" of the bunch is the smallest, most Dwarf-like creature, with the Mickey Mouse voice, who probably could not even run a 50-yard sprint if their life depended upon it, much less the length of the track which their "rides" are expected to careen around. Not much of an athlete in my eyes...the ability to "stay on"???...the ability to wield a whip??? What a load of crap.
And then, the horses themselves? Oh, yeah...they can either become "dog food" later, after the ripe old age of...what is it now...THREE??? That is, if they manage to live that long, without being put-down from injury. ORRR...they can be stuffed and mounted like the great "Secretariat"...*SHUDDER*
ORRR...they can have their sperm harvested and cryogenically frozen, to be sold off at a later date to the highest bidder, to be used in a magically-hopeful, Create-A-Triple-Crown-Winner-Molotov-cocktail-omelette...and THEN they are killed-off!
WTF???
So, how many of these magical creatures are going to have to die, huh???
I guess as long as there are those sadistic, self-gratifying assholes willing to shell-out the big bucks on this shameful enterprise...
as long as those preening bitches with the ridiculous hats keep languishing on daddy's and hubby's money...
as long as the fat old, bald men with their toxic cigars, obnoxious pinky rings, and noxious personalities keep thinking they are "somebody"... with their teeny-tiny, minuscule male-anatomy, and plastiky trophy wives...
as long as the general viewing public tunes in to the "most DISGUSTING two minutes in sports", to squander-away all of their tax-return money, as well as Junior's college-fund...
as long as TV moguls can make a few million bucks, and advertisers can drop a wad-O-dough on 20-second spots...
as long as every idiot from every lice-infected trailer park, to every closet-coke-head in every mansion WATCHES this damn gruesome spectacle, and panders to the enterprises which profit from it, then IT IS NEVER GOING TO END!
Horse racing is disgusting. There is nothing magical or majestic about it. Horses die...no one cares. Horses are doped...no one cares. Horses are abused...no one cares. Horses go lame...no one cares. Horses are killed...no one cares.
And do not even get me STARTED on dog-fighting, cock-fighting, Greyhound racing...and on, and on, and on.
For all of the wonders availed to us in this country, this is just a few prime examples of the sickness and corruptness of the deranged individuals who happen to have the money to enable these events, as well as the complete and total morons who pander to them.
I abhor animal abuse of all types, and this is definitely abuse.
It is an entirely different matter when people choose to get their questionable brains beat-out in boxing matches/ultimate-fighting-crap...whatever...the difference is: THEY HAVE THAT CHOICE.
Here, the animals HAVE NO CHOICE!!!
While the rich old men smoke their cigars and drink their Kentucky bourbons, their old bat wives, as well as the trophy wives, preen about in their ridiculous hats while sipping their Mint Juleps. (The wives are only "old bats" if the men married "daddy's money"...while the wives are "trophy wives" when they are on their second go-'round. Equally as sickening.)
The gambling addicts are betting-up-a-storm from here-to-there-to-Vegas-and-back, and the poser Hollywood stars make their presence known.
And for what??
For "the most exciting two minutes in sports"??? Who the hell said that??? Bastards. All of 'em.
"Oh, these horses are BRED to run! They LOVE it!", say the disgusting breeders, owners, and trainers.
Yes, a "sport", where the best "athlete" of the bunch is the smallest, most Dwarf-like creature, with the Mickey Mouse voice, who probably could not even run a 50-yard sprint if their life depended upon it, much less the length of the track which their "rides" are expected to careen around. Not much of an athlete in my eyes...the ability to "stay on"???...the ability to wield a whip??? What a load of crap.
And then, the horses themselves? Oh, yeah...they can either become "dog food" later, after the ripe old age of...what is it now...THREE??? That is, if they manage to live that long, without being put-down from injury. ORRR...they can be stuffed and mounted like the great "Secretariat"...*SHUDDER*
ORRR...they can have their sperm harvested and cryogenically frozen, to be sold off at a later date to the highest bidder, to be used in a magically-hopeful, Create-A-Triple-Crown-Winner-Molotov-cocktail-omelette...and THEN they are killed-off!
WTF???
So, how many of these magical creatures are going to have to die, huh???
I guess as long as there are those sadistic, self-gratifying assholes willing to shell-out the big bucks on this shameful enterprise...
as long as those preening bitches with the ridiculous hats keep languishing on daddy's and hubby's money...
as long as the fat old, bald men with their toxic cigars, obnoxious pinky rings, and noxious personalities keep thinking they are "somebody"... with their teeny-tiny, minuscule male-anatomy, and plastiky trophy wives...
as long as the general viewing public tunes in to the "most DISGUSTING two minutes in sports", to squander-away all of their tax-return money, as well as Junior's college-fund...
as long as TV moguls can make a few million bucks, and advertisers can drop a wad-O-dough on 20-second spots...
as long as every idiot from every lice-infected trailer park, to every closet-coke-head in every mansion WATCHES this damn gruesome spectacle, and panders to the enterprises which profit from it, then IT IS NEVER GOING TO END!
Horse racing is disgusting. There is nothing magical or majestic about it. Horses die...no one cares. Horses are doped...no one cares. Horses are abused...no one cares. Horses go lame...no one cares. Horses are killed...no one cares.
And do not even get me STARTED on dog-fighting, cock-fighting, Greyhound racing...and on, and on, and on.
For all of the wonders availed to us in this country, this is just a few prime examples of the sickness and corruptness of the deranged individuals who happen to have the money to enable these events, as well as the complete and total morons who pander to them.
I abhor animal abuse of all types, and this is definitely abuse.
It is an entirely different matter when people choose to get their questionable brains beat-out in boxing matches/ultimate-fighting-crap...whatever...the difference is: THEY HAVE THAT CHOICE.
Here, the animals HAVE NO CHOICE!!!
AMERICA SHOULD BE ASHAMED.
I certainly am.
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