Unfortunately, I’m having troubles emailing pictures from my new tablet (piece of crap just like old tablet, as it happens) to my netbook, but Jeff posted one. The race horse farmers are here protesting the end of the Slots at Racetracks Initiative. I counted about 20 to 30. Not that many, and remember: when they get too old to race these horses become glue or are sold to French restaurants, where they are made delicious.
Tomorrow I might wander over to Edwards Gardens where the anti-wind people are protesting (I think). I want to see how many bodies they bring out,
Meow! Prime Minister Stephen and Patron of the War Animals Laureen Harper with their Military Intelligence advisor “Trinity.” Below: the GRU and CSIS lapel pins. Note the similarity of design. Coincidence? I think not! A Royal Canadian animal hat: Here be Dragoons. And below that: Modern elephant-mounted light artillery … so don’t give me that Hannibal lecture! (OK, that’s enough … – ed.)
Doggone it! Readers concerned about the fondness of Prime Minister Stephen Harper and his government for the dogs of war – any old war at all, even if it involved burning down the White House
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The Barrie Examiner has a real weeper about the fate of the Ontario horse-racing industry if the McGuinty Gov. eliminates the slots-at-tracks agreement. It ends with:
“It is a grim situation. If these horses aren’t making the owners money, they’ll have to sell them,” he [Essa Township horseman Stephen Byron] said. “What are we going to do with these horses? It could snowball and in the worst-case scenario, they could go to slaughter.”
If they go to slaughter, Mr. Byron, I’ll be happy to eat ‘em. One of my favorite youthful memories is of chowing down on horse
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Decides its different when the job losses strike close to home.
Meanwhile, jobs at the horserace track are the only ones Joe Warmington has ever wanted to save. When Rob Ford moved to cut T.O. cops, he was not half so aggrieved.
My own opinion? Horsemeat is awesome! That’s what you get when you get steak in France, where I first had it. Its like beefsteak but without an ounce of fat on it. And the French serve it so rare that if you aren’t hungry you can sill pretty much race ‘em.
Meanwhile, Hudak was going to take