Ahhhh, the nobility of the races.
What a crock of shit. When I was a kid, long before I became a hippie-pinko-commie-vegan, the first thing I ever decided on my own was that I didn’t like horse racing. It seemed obvious to me that it was a cruel form of animal slavery and the only beings getting any joy out of it were in the stands and on the saddles. Why is horse racing still a respected “sport?” It doesn’t seem that much more civil than dog fighting.
Surely, the gambling infrastructure that supports it has something to do with it.
Yet the glorification of horse racing continues. Who else is so sick of movies about the struggles and triumphs of people who own overbred equines?
You’ve all seen this trailer for Secretariat several times by now. It pisses me off more every time.
Going around in circles with a shorty on your back is one thing. The real cruelty comes after the horses are too old to race. The Humane Society of The United States says:
“Each year, tens of thousands of American horses—riding horses, carriage horses, race horses, wild horses, and children’s ponies—are inhumanely transported and slaughtered, their meat shipped to places like France, Italy, and Japan for human consumption.”
Now watch this PETA investigative report. (I know, I know, everybody H8s on PETA, but this report is legit.)
I’m aware that we need to pick our battles, especially on the Animal Rights tip. But Hollywood doesn’t keep releasing movie after movie about slaughterhouse owners who overcome adversity to rise to the top of their profession with a combination of a can-do spirit and good ol’ fashion perseverance. Nor would they. Because no one would buy that shit. But they do keep releasing dreck like Secretariat, and everybody laps it up.