Wednesday, May 21, 2008

I'm going to have to agree...RUN, Forrest, RUN!

I stole the subject line from the Manure Pile Message was just too perfect not to repeat!

I almost feel like I have to apologize to the whole of the PNW before I begin this post. After all, our area seems to be unfairly linked with a lot of the greatest creepiness on earth. I mean, Ted Bundy. That weirdo they wrote the "Son" book about. The Green River Killer. We seem to have more than our share of complete and total freaks, but I have to mention this one. I just have to.

(And for those of you who are easily squicked out, I'm warning you now, stick the happy butterflies & sunshine land of the Colin post today. You may not want to read the rest of this.)

Anyway, our Freak Du Jour Doug Spink got outed years ago for his lesser known equestrian activities. He also got busted for drug dealing and sent up the river for that. Of course, he's still in the damn horse business, as we don't seem to ever be able to tar, feather and run out of town the people we ought to. He has a fancy web site on which he spews forth snippets of idiocy like this:

"Oh, and one more thing: we don't practice routine castration here at Exitpoint, not with our dogs or horses or humans either. While it opens me personally up to the tired, old charge that I'm "just a guy with a hang-up about balls," that's not important. What is important is respecting the physical integrity of our friends - genital mutilation reflects a deeply troubled attitude towards our fellow beings. Friends don't cut friends. There's a world of justifications offered for the practice of routine castration, but none of them holds up under objective scrutiny. The facts are clear: it's unnecessary, physically harmful, and a deeply flawed approach to cross-species interaction. Enough said."

Well of course you want to keep them intact, you're the freak who's f'ing them!

Another gem:

"To that end, we don't wall off sexual energy in our stallions as something dangerous or inappropriate, but rather channel that energy towards positive, safe, appropriate paths. There's a proper time and place for it, and we work towards those sorts of skills rather than fighting un-winnable fights against deeply-rooted instincts."

I will resist the Beavis and Buttheadesque comments that spring to mind about this comment and his farm name. Yeah, I know. I should have passed out the brain bleach before I began this post!

This situation has infuriated good horse owners for many, many years. All I can say at this juncture is, I hope Capone got rescued, I hope he's been dyed to look like a Appyfriesianwalkaloosa by now, and I hope you never find him again, you degenerate freak.
(Yeah, I know. Probably going to be the biggest blog traffic day ever and I had to go there, didn't I? But hey, you guys know I'm never one to shy away from a good fight where the welfare of horses is concerned!)