Observations from the Weird Side

Well, it’s been a week since the Kentucky Derby and Eight Belles was murdered in the middle of the track by the powers that be.  Did he say murdered? Y’all ask. YES  ...  I DID!  Let me state for the record right here, right friggin’ now, I am a champion of animal rights and if ya got a problem with that  ...  sorry!  ...  and then again  ...  I’m NOT SORRY!  You SHOULD BE!

“Why do you say she was murdered?” You inquire  ...   “Because she came in second … ” I growl back at you.

Now, let me tackle THAT aspect of the Debacle in Louisville, then I’ll get on to ANOTHER one  ...  Remember Barbaro, he was treated for months on end for an injury that could have potentially caused his death at human hands, but did they kill him? NOOOOOOOO! So, they take a winner and do everything possible to save him and it works, and I sure DO NOT have a problem with that, but the filly Eight Belles came in SECOND, breaks down and is immediately whacked  ...  pretty cold blooded if you ask me.

Now, before you lurch off to the kitchen to swill down another shot of Jeremiah B. Frogg’s rotgut liquor, listen up! WE, that’s us, the so called SOCIETY are judged by how we treat our critters and our elderly and ya know what? as a friggin’ whole, we are lower than the bottom rung of the proverbial ladder  ...  the mindset is to eliminate so called losers and the mindset is to warehouse our elderly.

I’ve been around a helluva lotta years and the more I see of people, the more I want to stay closer and closer to the farm, at least here, I can think deeper and enjoy the less than chaotic life that others seem to thrive on in the hives known as cities.

If ya don’t believe the words that I have written about coming in second, just go out behind the dog tracks in Fla and Arizona after hours and count the greyhound carcasses in the damn dumpsters. Another thing, while I’m on this particular rant, and this does go hand in hand ... Mom or Dad or your old weird aunt Bertha contracts Alzheimers and whaddaya do? ... ya stick her in the jolly old warehouse that is disguised as a ‘Care Facility’ ... uhuh ... yeahhhhh, that’s the ticket ... hide him or her away because : A.You don’t have the time to care for him/her. B. You’re ashamed to have him/her seen by ‘normal’ people.  C. You this, You that, You the other thing .