Since he wont, I will

Most of you who know him know that my brother-in-law, Matt, is a political junkie. I think if it were up to him, he'd be running for office somewhere. I would probably be writing the speeches he would be giving to elementary schools, that is all I would trust myself with. Anyway, he made an incredible observation a day or two ago, and he has yet to blog about it, so I will.

I site him here, here, and here.

Last week, as many of you horse racing fans are aware, was the Kentucky Derby. I must confess that I missed it because I was scooping dog poop in my backyard. Anyway, a few days previous to the event, Sen. Hillary Clinton made a statement about putting her money on the only filly (female horse) in the race, a horse called Eight Belles, to win place and show. In fact, she said, and I quote, "I hope that everybody will go to the derby on Saturday and place just a little money on the filly for me. I won’t be able to be there this year -- my daughter is going to be there and so she has strict instructions to bet on Eight Belles."

In her neat-o way of "working hard for America so you don't have to", she compared herself to that filly, racing against the colts, for the big prize.

I need to state here, with an emphasis on seriousness, my comments are in no way intended to make light of a tragedy with a horse. Reader discretion is advised. I respect and love horses and all animals, except those that repeatedly bite my children or my wife or me. I do not need a call from PETA, I am just stating some interesting observations between real life and the land of make-believe we call the political system.

Now, tragically, Eight Belles didn't win the race. She came in second. Even moreso tragic (pause) (pause) (pause), she broke both her ankles on the post-race trot and had to be "put down" right on the track. Now, this is not the kind of put down you make to your high school buddy about his dancing abilities. This is veterinarian "put down".

It would mean a lot to me personally if this were where the story ended. But I find that the second lap of this race is a little more than peculiar. You see, the winner of the race was a colt (male horse) whose name was Big Brown.

For your consideration.