It never ceases to amaze the Grumpy Vegan the sanctimonious bilge peddled on such occasions as the mercy killing of Barbaro. <\/p>\n
The New York Times<\/em><\/a> excelled itself with “Why We Mourn Barbaro” by Jeff Newman, who’s claim to fame is that he’s the co-author of A Disorderly Compendium of Golf<\/em>. <\/p>\n Some gems:<\/p>\n He didn’t trash-talk, taunt or hang on the rim. Down the stretch of the Kentucky Derby, he didn’t turn and point at Bluegrass Cat, and he didn’t somersault over the finish line. After crossing the line, he didn’t pull out a Sharpie and autograph his saddle for his business manager.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n He was never involved in an altercation with a belligerent fan outside a club at 4 in the morning. He was never arrested for drunken driving. He did not own an unregistered handgun.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n What does it all mean when such a great newspaper as the NYT<\/em> publishes such tosh? Why do such tragedies as Barbaro’s get sentimentalized into this twaddle? <\/p>\n The romanticizing of animal cruelty helps to deny its reality.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" It never ceases to amaze the Grumpy Vegan the sanctimonious bilge peddled on such occasions as the mercy killing of Barbaro. The New York Times excelled itself with “Why We Mourn Barbaro” by Jeff Newman, who’s claim to fame is … Continue reading