A timely follow-up to yesterday’s post on the different types of racing people…
At first blush, this seems a good story, and indeed the end – a horse being saved from slaughter – is. But then there’s the rest of the story, a classic example of that delusion (cognitive dissonance perhaps?) I wrote about. While Mr. Miller presents himself as some sort of hero – virtue signaling at its worst, by the way – he is in fact anything but. Seemingly lost (by him) amid his great “self-sacrifice,” are all the hallmarks of what make this industry so vile:
“This dude always raced his heart out for me never missing checks. … This dude is the reason I could afford my first new truck.” (all emphases are mine)
Worse: “I leased him for awhile; had him claimed [bought].”
And worst of all: “Unfortunately I made the decision to retire him from racing due to an injury. Last I heard he was doing great as a barrel race horse.”
So, Mr. Miller, you exploited this poor animal for all he was worth, then you dumped him, directly or indirectly, into another abusive industry (“retired from racing” he was not). And you dumped him injured. And now you want us to laud you for saving him from slaughter? ‘Twould be risible if not for the deadly gravity of it all.