Meanwhile, the numbers of gay farmers or even gay guys living in such rural farm precincts must be exceedingly small, (what? a dozen or two gay farmers?) and meanwhile, gays live in Atlanta, New Orleans, New York, San Francisco and other major metro-cities — with nary enough stallions to go around for dating, never mind nuptials — and we’d no doubt leave the mares alone, for we’re gay, why go with a lady-horse?

But, what fetid imaginations these horse-love folks have, for it’s generally hetero married men found with the female sheep. Indeed, the thing is so rare, so weird, that I can recall no compilation of stories or cases, and somehow I don’t think that the FBI even tracks the numbers of such ‘crimes’ — for it’s just virtually non-existent — and yet, here these folks are simply besides themselves in worry over man-horse marriages, which would almost certainly be man-lady horse, given the stats we have on the thing. Bizarre.

“The only way to make your enemy your friend is to defeat them or kill them.”

How can a follower of Christ have so much hate and nonense in his heart?

On a lighter note, Mr. Ed and I are registered at Bed Bath & Beyond.