'that vegan teacher'
I'm an equestrian, my sisters are equestrians, my father, my grandfather, and my great grandfather were mounted police. My mother took part in the cattle/horse drive for ten years in our town, and my grandma was the first woman in her town to start mounted shooting, and she married a man who was in the equine science field.
I've been around horses all my life and I know all their individual kinks and personalities.
I know most horses in and out.
But I am also a vegan.
I have been for many years now... eight years out of my almost twenty three year old life.
I care if you eat meat, but I'm not going to press veganism on you like some people do with religion. That's proselytism. And it's wrong. Just like pressing veganism is wrong.
I can cook with meat, I can be in the same room as meat, and If I happen to smell the typical 'turkey or beef' aroma, I won't double over and gag my intestines out and then use 'oh I'm a vegan' as fucking excuse.
A few weeks ago, a friend of mine sent me this video of an older woman calling herself 'that vegan teacher'
she watches a video of a man riding his horse down a road, and she promptly states that riding horses is abusive.
That it's exploitation.
That it's not vegan.
She also said that when horses get injured, they get murdered... uhm, my bank account disagrees. Balor's never been injured while I'M riding him.. the only time he was ever injured was when he was in the pasture and he slipped and chipped his knee bone doing stupid horse shit.
and then she actually had the fucking AUDACITY to say that horses won't run in straight lines on their own, and that they don't actually want to be ridden, but they just can't tell us that.
I call bullshit.
You know why?
Because if my goddamn horse didn't want to be ridden, he could kick the living shit out of me. He's a massive, 1,300 lb, 6 year old Thoroughbred x Irish Draft.
16 HH.
His thighs are the size of my fucking torso.
His hooves, are the size of a fucking dinner plate.
Those damn things could crush my skull.
If he didn't want to be ridden, he could tell me.
Not with words, not with violence, but with body language.
Because we have a deep, soul binding bond that no one else can have. If any of you have ever studied biology, you'd recognize the word mutualism. Balor and I have a mutualistic bond. And if he didn't want to be ridden, he'd tell me.
And I'd understand...
And I wouldn't get on him.
Simple as fucking that.
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Edit: Also, this fucking bitch (that vegan teacher), made her damn dog go vegan and the poor thing's nose is now discoloured.
have we found a hypocrite? I think so.