Guest columnist
Call me an un-American pinko commie, but I vomit when I think about the Houston rodeo.
I know, here I go again about the animals. They are just animals anyway, right, put here for human control and consumption, right?
And if they shove enough flesh and "got milk" commercials down your throat, you can probably convince yourselves that the animals actually like it.
What exactly is the rodeo?
Well, the livestock show was summed up in my column last year. The point is to grow "good looking" animals and sell them to some rich white guy so that he can have some hired minority laborer of his slice it up. And he and his family can shove it into their fat, drooling, white faces.
Maybe I'm being a little too color-centric. Maybe in the '90s people of color can partake in the animal oppression as well.
The amount of money that this event generates for scholarships and retarded people is astounding. And when Hitler's henchmen melted down gold glasses and ripped out gold fillings from the concentration-camp victims they murdered, they made a profit, too.
It's blood money in my opinion, but they are just animals anyway ...
And what of the actual rodeo events besides the slave auction?
Good little boys and girls can try their "talent" at the intellect-challenging calf scramble. The aim there is to rope a screaming, terrified calf (sometimes snapping it's neck in the process) and then tie its legs together in record time. Now that takes mental aptitude.
What about bronco and bull riding? Why do they buck? Is it because of their wild natures?
No. They have leather straps cinched around their midsections (read: the groin area), and an irritating ointment is rubbed under them, thus forcing the animals to try and kick off the pain.
The whole point of the rodeo is to use animals for entertainment and money. What right does anyone have to use another animal for their own selfish purposes? Would you put your golden retriever in the calf scramble?
But the word "livestock" indicates that it's a different kind of animal. It means expendable.
Well, I see humans as expendable. If anyone holds the idea that animals are not for our entertainment or ingestion, then join me in saying something about it at the rodeo protest on Friday the 20th and throughout the barbecue-laden season. It starts at 4 p.m. at the Kirby entrance to the Dome.
If only the lot of you "status quo" lemmings would find the edge of the cliff ...
Frog is still an angry vegan, and, if you don't like it, be a lemming.