A Mandatory Boring Entry

No time to post today, so I present recycled crap with the enticing euphemism: Classic!




In keeping with the spirit of Blogging, this entry will serve as the irratating, disappointing 'this is my pet interest even though it's totally off-topic for the usual content of my blog'-type entry that your favorite blog posts when you want them to talk about the same great stuff they always talk about.

Like how is one little post that takes you like three seconds to scan and ignore still manage to make you so ticked off? I want that three seconds of my life back! I know I usually love your blog and think its great, and its free, and I never have put anything in the tip jar, but you betrayed me. Democrats, middle east, something, please.
But your new plasma TV -- I DON'T CARE!
Your mountain bike -- I DON'T CARE!
How you voted in the Dartmouth Trustee election -- I DON'T CARE!

ENTERTAIN ME FOR FREE, DAMMIT! I'M REALLY TICKED OFF!

So fair warning-- I'm about to waste the three seconds it will take you to figure out you don't want to read this, so don't post any comments about how ticked off YOU are, okay?

So here it is:

From the Heartland Horseshoeing School:

The horse is a noble beast that has no say in what happens to it. Tied by a lead rope, the horse has come under the nippers of many an unskilled horseshoer. This is not acceptable to the horse, to the horses' owner, or the farrier. The horse-owning public is quickly becoming aware that there is a difference between right and wrong. There are no gray areas where this is concerned.

As Americans, we may disagree on many things: on America's place in the world, on the dangers of islamofascism, on the place of the government in our lives. But has a more lyric tribute to the farrier's art ever been made? I think not.