Recently, America's news media breathlessly celebrated the one year anniversary of the death of Barbaro, Preakness-crippled equine. It brought back horrid memories, not of the undeniably sad leg breakage, but of the childish coverage of Barbaro's cruelly-lengthened life. The best line may have been from the Philadelphia Inquirer the day after his life was mercifully ended: "Barbaro fought like a champion until the very end.”
Really? How, precisely, did they know that? Unless I'm mistaken, Barbaro possessed no opposable thumbs nor the ability to speak any particular dialect, in which case he would have certainly expelled a bullet into his own head or asked his "caretakers" to do the same.
The public deserves blame as well, bizarrely showering the gates of Rancho Barbaro with plastic flowers and school-sanctioned letters from children, never to be sniffed or read.
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That Timmy O'toole was the real hero.
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