The female sex has always been exploited for breeding in both four legged animals and two legged ones. Wealthy individuals want to produce prize winning livestock and scintillating reproductions of themselves; and they cannot do it alone. Mounting a mare with a prize stallion, or mounting their trophy wife themselves, they want superior progeny via sex. Human beings have a disgraceful track record when it comes to breeding animals. They have crossed horses with donkeys to create mules and many other interspecies couplings to produce a wide variety of hybrid animals.
The Sexual Exploitation of Mares for Breeding
The whole Doctor Frankenstein thing has been going on with animals since ancient times. As a race we throw our arms up in horror when anything like this is suggested or contemplated with humans, but don’t blink an eye when it comes to any other species of mammal or animal. Have you ever seen a ‘zonkey’? And I don’t refer to the overconsumption of alcohol. How about a hybrid ass? What about a wholphin? And it is not made by McDonalds. There are sheep-goats and beefalos, ligers and tigons, and don’t forget your killer bees (yes another man-made travesty).
The sexual exploitation of mares for breeding is all about money, of course. You will not find a young filly meeting another horse, becoming friends and, then, falling in love and having a couple of kiddies. No, only arranged couplings for them. Daddy organises it and daddy pays for it. There is precious little romance for mares in the equine realm; when it is controlled by Daddy Fast Bucks and all his friends. Breed me a fast horse and nothing else matters. Mills and Boon don’t enter into it, unless they share their names with a jockey and trainer.
Horse racing is regarded as the sport of kings, which is immediately patriarchal and sexist. So, the wanton penetration of female horses for purposes of commercial gain should come as no surprise. Men are all bastards; and men in the horseracing game are greater bastards than most. Power hungry, greedy guts, egomaniacal, rich bastards in top hats strutting about with the smell of horseshit in the air epitomise what horseracing is all about. Free bets hover about them like flies at the arsehole of the recently deceased. They have less integrity than a wet fart and more gall than a South American pope. When will the governments of the world ban this arcane and evil pastime? When will horses run free without little men and women on their backs in ugly silks, who beat them savagely with sticks? A pox on your sport Your Highness and may a Corgi bite the hands that feeds it.