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Barbaro Owner: Oh, my poor... pocketbook!

So everyone's talking about the horse. He's a beautiful horse. I feel bad for him. The vet who operated on him swears up and down that it's not about the money, for Barbaro's owners; if he were a gelding, they'd still be doing everything possible to save his life, because they love their horse.

Right.

All I have to say abou that is to point you to owner Gretchen Jackson's own quotes:

"I know I've cried my eyes out," Jackson said yesterday from her 190-acre Lael Farm in West Grove, Pa., less than 10 miles from the George D. Widener Hospital for Large Animals at the University of Pennsylvania's New Bolton Center, where Barbaro had a daring four-hour surgery Sunday in an attempt to save his life. "It's not as exhausting as it is depressing. It's really sad. It's so hard to get a horse that talented. It's amazing, and then he goes and does what other horses do -- they do themselves in."

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Damn that horse, going and breaking his leg and ruining her chance at having a Triple Crown winner to breed for millions of dollars love and cherish!

"When one becomes a racehorse owner, one of the things is to not fall in love with the animal because it is so painful when something like this happens," Gretchen Jackson said.

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But, yeah. They loooooooovvvve the horse.

Comments

Such is the farce of thoroughbred racing: Men treating animals like Formula-One cars for entertainment, leveraging an entire sport on the backs of fragile, inbred creatures.

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