Two quick things (one of which has two parts to it)...
But, I don't want to distract from the previous post, so this one is in the EP.
So.
I wake up about a half hour/forfty-five minutes ago (as I start typing).
(Stayed up til 6am, as usual, and on "psycho-sex-stalker" duty.)
So fuckin' mad, in fact, that I was talking/yelling back at "it", about it, to it... whatever. (Oh, and by the way, I am currently the only human in this house, so it's not like it's a live human being that's pissin' me off. It's "situations". Still, I'm goin' off like Sam Kinison on speed, here... ) Anyway... Y'all know of my race to the bank every two weeks.
I make sure I'm there well before 3pm, so the stupid fuckin' money is available on Saturday. Well, guess what? That's no longer enough. NOW, I hafta ask the stupid cow-sized cunt-teller-bitch what fuckin' day she's on. What.
The.
FUCK? This is MY fuckin' job? They have ONE (useless, obviously) teller available and I have to ask her what day she's on? Well, fuckin' LOVELY. Upshot of this whole insane pile of bullshit is, THEY FUCKED UP, the branch manager I trust, Brian, has left the bank, as have alllllll the girls I knew, and I'm now stuck with Ms. "These people's names are not on your account. They should be. You need to fix this. Blah, blah, fuckin' BLAH..." at me the whole time she's depositing the stupid checks. So, all weekend, I keep checking my account and nothing.... no money, no known reason why, no nuttin'.
All weekend.
And, it was SUPPOSED to be there on Saturday. I did MY part.
I even have the goddamned receipt that SAYS I was there at 2:37pm, well long enough before 3pm for it to work correctly.
AND, when I got there Friday, they have one fuckin' teller available and she's NOT SUPPOSED TO BE ON THE NEXT DAY YET, according to Ms. Pain-in-my-ass. She says they're allowed to "flip" early, if there's more than one teller available. Well, great.
EXCEPT... there was only one teller available and she fucked me all up being on the wrong goddamned day. So, Ms. Pain-in-my-ass explained it to me, apologized, and said to come on in and they'll GIVE ME the $750 that SHOULD BE THERE in cash and waive any fees that might come up from it.
("It" being her giving me my own fuckin' money that shoulda already been available had they not fucked up even though it hasn't technically "cleared' yet. I'm not impressed. It's the very LEAST they could do.) So, that was gut-punch number 1... money still hasn't cleared. In the course of the conversation with Ms. PIMA (pain in my ass), she discloses that BRIAN has gone back to college in Oklahoma. Thanks, Bri, you DICK, for abandoning me here with this WOMAN.
Hope you flunk out.
Asshole. That's gut-punch number 2.
(And, yeah, I checked it out and the next closest branch is about 15/20 miles away, in Hanover.)
(But, I WILL switch, if I have to.) Then, as I'm coming down the stairs, prior to alla this shit, before my first cuppa coffee even, I hear the TV in the kitchen.
Some clueless bobble-headed newcaster was saying they've killed Barbaro. Barbaro... the horse who shattered his hind leg in the Preakness last May. The official pack of lies/explanation for this is that he was having "complications" and would've been in pain "forever" and thus, they "euthanized" him. BULLSHIT. Wanna know the truth? The TRUTH is they dared not kill him when he first broke his leg.
Too many people were paying attention.
Too many people would have "reacted badly", had they outright killed this horse, after all the pre-race build up he was given. So, they had no real choice.
If there was any chance, no matter how slim, they HAD to try, lest they be seen for what they really are... business-people with a lost cause on their hands, to whom the horse himself meant nothing more than income. So, they "try"
No skin off their teeth, after all.
The fuckin' INSURANCE COMPANY was footin' the bills.
Not them. Now, what has happened is this: The horse is as fine as he has been since the surgery.
He was NEVER goning to make money for them in any way. He wasn't gonna be able to ever be raced... or ridden, even.
No WAY was he gonna be able to be used for breeding.
His repaired bones would have NEVER been able to sustain the weight/pressure of him being on his hind legs to cover a mare and AI is NOT allowed in racing AT ALL. It MUST be a live cover for the resulting foal to be registered with the racing association and allowed to race. So, they have this horse that the whole COUNTRY is watching... at first. A horse who is, as far as MONEY goes, useless and always will be.
BUT... since it wasn't their money paying for his "recovery", they went along with the "let's rebuild him. We have the technology" six-million dollar man shit. UNTIL... the insurance company says to them... "Um. 'Scuse us and all, but... this is horseshit, pardon the pun. We've dumped SO MUCH MONEY into this horse already and, ya know... he's never gonna be good for a THING, so... we ain't payin' for this crap anymore.
Y'all have about "x" number of dollars left to work with from us and it's barely even his purchase price. You'll never MAKE money from this horse.
But, you can take what's left on his policy and do whatcha want with it.
If YOU want to start footing these bills, have at it. He's your horse, after all, but... we're out." The owners then said to themselves and each other: "Oh shit. We can't possibly be bothered to feed this sumbitch the rest of forever for NOTHING. This is a BUSINESS. Animals themselves don't matter. All that matters is MONEY. And, hell, it's been 8 months. Nobody is watching as closely anymore. We can float whatever bullshit "he's in pain" reason we care to and very few will doubt us and to hell with the few who DO know better. Let's kill him now and quit wasting our money and time. Hey, Barbaro?" BANG!, right in the fuckin' head. Because, God knows, a horse can't POSSIBLY just be left to live out his days, grazing in a pasture somewhere.
Especially not one so young, who'd probably live another 20 years.
Can't have that.
Oh, God, NO. Rich race horse people can't afford that. I mean, WE CAN, but not them... One of our current horses in 26 YEARS OLD. Action isn't all he used to be.
Not anymore.
And, we ain't made of money.
But, our horses, all our animals, mean more to us (well, ME, anyway) than to just kill them when they aren't money-makers anymore. Those lying, greedy, money-loving, more-money-than-God-havin' FUCKS could CERTAINLY have let Barbaro live.
They could have afforded it, easily. But... nope. For them, it's not about turning around and supporting a horse like he's supported their asses.
Oh, noooo. For them, you lose your ability to make the money to pay for your feed and fund their rich lifestyle, you die.
End of story. So, don't be sucked in by the "official" bullshit. This horse is dead SOLELY because the insurance company wasn't willing to keep paying for him anymore and the owners never gave a fuck beyond his money-making potential from day one. Did you know they'll kill foals or yearlings that don't IMMEDIATLY show potential? Yep, they sure do. Let a baby be born, no matter who it's parents are, and if that poor thing has ONE SINGLE health issue, they kill it right then, rather than hafta spend the money to get the horse past it.
And, that's because (same with cows), if it has health issues as a baby, it's thought to automatically impact their future "productivity".
Health issues as a baby makes them expendable.
As does an insurance company telling owners "You're on your own", obviously. So yeah, Barbaro's dead.
But, don't believe the bullshit behind "why". MONEY is "why". R.I.P., Barbaro.
Christ knows you deserve it. And, owners? Rot in HELL. God knows YOU deserve THAT. And now... I'm going to the stupid bank.
God HELP ME.
(And, anybody else who evens thinks of looking at me wrong, after the "morning" I've had already...)
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