Remember when you first saw stories about the clubbings of baby seals? Remember that nasty business? Well, now I’m reading — though it seems to have been popular for a while — that people are eating horses as dinner.
Horsies? Like Mr. Ed? You can’t you eat Mr. Ed.
Allow me to paint you a picture of the travesty in question. Let’s say Mr. Ed’s family decides they don’t love him anymore. Either he’s gotten too expensive to take care of, times are tough, and let’s face it, Ed was kind of an arrogant asshole for a while there. So, his family decides to auction him at market to be sold as meat, so he can be shipped thousands of miles until he is outside the U.S. borders where he can be inhumanely slaughtered and sautéed into waffles, pasta or crepes.
When I first read about Mr. Ed unceremoniously being turned into a Horsie Dynamite Roll, I wondered what third world nation could possibly be behind this. But to my surprise, it turns out these horse auctions take place right here in the U.S. In Indiana, to be precise. That’s Ford Country. Leave it to the heartland to give us the most disturbing news yet.