So I am watching this movie Let him go and in one scene Diane Lane (why’s she so hot all the times even when she’s old?) telling story about some dead horse she rode and what she whispered in its ear when it was dying etc—All with with some misty music in the background and I thought fuck this shit—why do we humans get to be so self-righteous and so fucking self-amusing when whole life of a horse we get to jail it, train it to be our obedient slave, ride it day in day out like a master, amused and giddy—and when it dies, shed a tear or two reminiscing good times we had assuming horse felt the same way for the sake of our own feeling-good.
I always found horse riding to be kinda abhorring and atrocious. No animal likes someone else riding its back. The only exception is your kid on your back—but just for five minutes tops.
I understand the the historic value and utility horses provided when we didn’t have machines but in this day and age raising horses to be ridden for recreation or in many countries for transportation is not justifiable. We can do better.
I always found horse riding to be kinda abhorring and atrocious. No animal likes someone else riding its back. The only exception is your kid on your back—but just for five minutes tops.
I understand the the historic value and utility horses provided when we didn’t have machines but in this day and age raising horses to be ridden for recreation or in many countries for transportation is not justifiable. We can do better.
