Monday, January 29, 2007

Barbaro: A nation mournes a horse.


Farewell, sweet prince.


This is breaking news, Barbaro the horse is DEAD. Oh the humanity. Oh the horsemanity.


After suffering a massive headwound from a nearby camper during the 2006 pr34kne55 match, Barbaro couldn't even remember his own name. His owner would have to use kibble to entice him from his hospital stall at the center for diseased ungulates in West Virginia (WVCDU). Ungulate means "hooved mammal."

Barbaro touched all our lives by being the first horse to win the Kentucky Derby since last year. 33 years old, he was one of the youngest horses to do so. A single mother of five was able to get out of debt by betting on Barbaro in the event, the payoff being $70,000. Barbaro was the dark horse candidate, but that's just an expression.


I think we will all miss him (her?) as we struggle through our pointless lives. Barbaro was a beacon of hope in a land ruled by war, terror and death. Now he (she?) is a beacon of death in a land ruled by incompitence.

Thanks a fucking lot, modern science.



Barbaro the horse is laid to rest in a cryochamber for future resurrection.
He is the future's last hope.


2 comments:

SATSUXBALLZ said...

People care about animals. A lot. Horses often gain humanlike status with names and titles, sometimes outranking thier human counterparts. Personally, I care about this as much as I do a presidential death, showing the gravity of our husbandry with animals.
Oh and thanks for fabricating the hell outta this. Now I can't delineate between your fantasies and what actually happened.

Frankenstein said...

whatever mr. lizard, moth and mouse enslaver