May 5, 2012

Foffdaughter: Festive

The Thoroughbred stallion Dynaformer died several days ago, and I was touched to see that he got listed in the local obituaries.  Then I read the guestbook comments.  I only got through about 31 of the 58 comments, because every single one of them....  Well, George Carlin said it best (in reference to airline announcements): "The next sentence is full of things that piss me off."  All of the comments were some version of:

"Thank you for blessing us with Barbaro."
Okay.
Let's start with "immediate seating area".

Barbaro developed a fan base because the people responsible for him did not humanely put him down in a timely fashion.  People somehow thought that this horse was a valiant, noble, brave creature who was facing down death because there were still things he had to do on this Earth.  I'm going to go with the answer 'yeah, not so much.'  It was a human decision to use every available resource to keep Barbaro alive, and it was not powered by a deep bond of love and loyalty.  Sure he was a bit broken down, but he was still a colt, and the possibility of collecting off of his stud fee was just too tantalizing to ignore.  It was not an epic poem of a hero desperate to continue life.  It was his right hind breaking in 20 places, it was laminitis and it was a 3 year old colt dying over 9 months.

Blessing you fuckers with Barbaro indeed.   Oh- just a note here- when Barbaro brought sunshine into the lives of asshats everywhere- there wasn't actually any blessings or angelic involvement.  It is okay; it was just a little mix-up.  See, what happened was La Ville Rouge (Barbaro's mommy) was forcibly restrained while Dynaformer (Barbaro's daddy) mounted, penetrated, and violated her against her will, at which point he ejaculated inside of her and that is where Barbaro came from!  Blessing.... Spermatozoa and seminal fluids.... Same thing.

(click on the picture below for proof) Dynaformer was the sire of 1185 foals registered with the Jockey Club.  I am sure that he was just trying to bring little Blessing into the world for you.

May 1, 2012

Foffdaughter: Nothing

 Attending the Rolex Kentucky 3 Day Event is an annual highlight for me, as I am sure it is for numerous other two-leggers.  Aside from the overwhelming excitement of seeing horses (ohmigawash!), what possible reason could justify attending each year?  There are situations that I willingly expose myself to by attending Rolex, despite the fact that every non-Rolex day of the year, I ensure those same situations will never make it to my radar screen.
 Do I enjoy the inevitable sunburn which represents the value of foresight?  No.
Could it be the jolting shuffle of the morbidly obese woman plucking denim shorts out of her depths while chewing an entire hot dog, and struggling to get the straw into her gaping maw so that she can guzzle Coca-Cola?  (It's a jumbo-mega-massive diet Coke though!)  Hilarious and disgusting, but nope.  
Is it Nigel, the imported British announcer, reminding the spectators that they are responsible for making sure that: "your children are on leashes and your dogs are well behaved"?  Well, a little bit, yeah. 
 Rolex is a great place to take pictures.  Lots of pictures.  So many pictures that they are still not done being edited by the next Rolex!  ALL the pictures!
I have 121 pictures from Rolex 2012.  
I took 837 pictures.  Technology ate 716 of them.