A horse Tale.

Brothers and Sisters of the fight,

This post is to keep your spirits up. This post is to strengthen your resolve.

Let me remind you of a passage in Matthew, that we have so fondly referred to as the beatitudes.

"Blessed are they which are persecuted for righteousness' sake: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.  Blessed are ye, when men shall revile you, and persecute you, and shall say all manner of evil against you falsely, for my sake. Rejoice, and be exceeding glad: for great is your reward in heaven: for so persecuted they the prophets which were before you."
Matthew 5:10-12

You will have those who mock your cause. Mock your faith. Mock your Lord. We must remain intent on seeing our promise through to the end.  One day we will live in a world where you will ask, "who gave that horse a horse abortion"
to which they will reply, "what is a 'horse abortion?'" and you will say, "oh that's right. Nobody. We abolished those."

Let me Regale you with a story. Eight years ago My wife Mary and I found out that her favorite horse, Bradlyn Breeze, was pregnant. This was wonderful news  as we had payed 12,000 dollars for a champion stallion to come breed with her, and we had saved that money to pay off the medical bills from Mary's chemotherapy after her cancer fight between 1994-96, and it would have been awful had the meeting been a failure. Well we were putting all of our eggs in one basket here, or rather all of our money into all of Bradlyn Breeze's eggs. We were counting on a champion racer. One day Dr. Elizabeth Herbert (whose book can be found here http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?index=books&linkCode=qs&keywords=0595368484 ) came out to check the status of the pregnancy. She sat still as the sun on a cool down. She looked calmly into our eyes and a single tear fell from her face. "I'm afraid the foal will be born mentally handicapped." Mary fell to her knees and sobbed. I calmly walked out of the living room and into the bedroom, for I was a man, and I would not dare lose my composure in front of women. I pounded on the bed and cried out for help from the lord. Shortly after I rejoined the women in the living room. Dr. Herbert sat us down and said, "I can do horse abortions. I have given many horse's abortions, as it is completely legal, and as an atheist I have no regard for life."  I said we would have to consult with Bradlyn, but Dr. Herbert went into a rage, screaming and shouting about how the horse would never lead a normal life and the mother would bear the burden on her back. My wife stood up and said calmly, yet in an absolutely terrifying tone, "Bradlyn Breeze has held the weight on this family on her back for ten years, and I'll be damned if I didn't have absolutely no doubt she could bear some more. Get out of my house." After I reprimanded her for cursing and sent her to repent, we decided we would see this through.  A month later a beautiful but very stupid foal was born, and it turns out, aside from always running into fences and trying to eat thorns, a retarded horse has no real differences from a regular one. She is still very fast and responds to common reigns. Brothers, we must fight for foals such as these, because when they are inside the womb we cannot see the love and peace in their eyes, the joy of their first steps, and the horse they will become. We cannot hear their cries of "I am horse too!" We must make those cries for them.

E.P.