RACISM IN MOCK

[IMaDick]

Of course she was involved in that.
And now she lives my former life with my husband and they now bought a house half mile from my farm and have horses.

you should feel fortunate, she is living with a man she can never trust.

I already know that.

Karma is a bitch and I know for a fact he's getting his and he's going to die a long lingering painful death.

The kicker is that this bitch didn't even like horses. I'm betting they're his.

Dick, screw you. The horses cannot be replaced. Each one was an individual life and each one had it's own personality. You may see them as chattel but they were my "friends". I bonded with each one of them and not one deserved to be sold to slaughter because he's a cocksucker.

I have had animals my entire life, I have had many die of old age and other causes.

I know the feeling that is involved.

each and every one has been replaced by another rescue including my horses.

but hey screw me, I know, I know.

You value the life of humans over animals and I guess that's something I've never been able to grasp. I'm all for the food chain, but I don't think anyone can dictate who's life is more worthy or capable of having a soul. I don't think a pet can simply be replaced anymore than a human loved one.

When some proud son of man returns to earth,
Unknown to glory, but upheld by birth,
The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp of woe
And storied urns record who rest below:
When all is done, upon the tomb is seen,
Not what he was, but what he should have been:
But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend,
The first to welcome, foremost to defend,
Whose honest heart is still his master's own,
Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone,
Unhonour'd falls, unnoticed all his worth--
Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth:
While Man, vain insect! hopes to be forgiven,
And claims himself a sole exclusive Heaven.
Oh Man! thou feeble tenant of an hour,
Debased by slavery, or corrupt by power,
Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust,
Degraded mass of animated dust!
Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat,
Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy words deceit!
By nature vile, ennobled but by name,
Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame.
Ye! who perchance behold this simple urn,
Pass on--it honours none you wish to mourn:
To mark a Friend's remains these stones arise;
I never knew but one,--and here he lies. [i]

don't equate replaced with no feeling of loss and missed companionship.

only a fool would do that.