Parker’s moment of unintended humor:

“I didn’t get my pony either.”

Stud him out, then glue him up.

People liked Barbaro cause he could win them money. He’s still around cause he’s “name brand” now, and can earn his owner a lot more money.

Actually SG, he dead.

I think I saw this episode on M.A.S.H. once — Hot Lips got all hysterical because some dog died when really it was just the emotional transference of her feelings about the war. Weird, huh?

Jane Fonda

^ not a stud

At first glance, I read “polopony” as something that’d be pronounced along the lines of “polyphony” or “monopoly.” That was confusing.

What is this she writes about “our fixation with Barbaro?” Whatcha mean “we” white girl?

Truly, I had no clue who/what the hell “Barbaro” is/was until I clicked through and read the article. He was a horse huh?

This is the cutie-pie that thought we should nuke Fallujah after some Iraqi’s paraded and hung the burned bodies of 3 mercernaries on a bridge. Tit-for-tat, you know.

I agree with jpj. Expensive horse trained to run fast for gambling puposes, broke. So what?

My brother won a couple hundred bucks on Barbaro’s Derby win, but I bet on Lawyer Ron. He came in, like, 10th place or something.

polopony. yuck, isn’t that where the tv tube goes up your…uh…anyway, and looks for lumps? Why is she writing about gross stuff…

“Fonda, who has never met a war she could get behind”

As personal indictments go I’m not sure whether to laugh or cry at this one.

Oh, jebus, it hurts. “Fonda, who has never met a war she could get behind, showed up on the National Mall to protest the “mean-spirited, vengeful” Bush administration.”

Come on, Fonda. What the hell is your problem with wars, anyway?

Having said that: Barbaro was from around here, and there was some sadness when he died. He was a horse, horsies are cute, and he appeared to be coming back from an injury that usually requires euthanization. Only now he’s dead. If you can’t get at least a little bummed about that, you have no business being a bleeding heart liberal, you gutless commies who hate ponies and horsies and probably kittens.

Oh how embarrassing. I went over to Wuzzadem yesterday when you linked to it and made a couple comments. He responded last night to one of them, in truly idiotic fashion – and then banned me so I can’t respond again. I’ve never even been there before. Gad, what a wuss.

For some reason I just conjured an image of Kathleen in nothing jodhpurs and a riding helmet, beating herself with a riding crop.

Also, dear SadlyNoicans, the School of Written Expression at the Buckley School of Public Speaking and Persuasion in Camden, South Carolina offers its courses via correspondence.

Won’t someone else — please, anyone! — enroll?

For some reason I just conjured an image of Kathleen in nothing jodhpurs and a riding helmet, beating herself with a riding crop.

Oh, the whip-handity!

I have seen a lot of ignorant comments regarding Barbaro. Thoroughbreds do not artificially inseminate the stud and mare must copulate. The best stud receives a half a million, Storm Cat and breeds to about 120 mares. Storm Cat is getting old for a stud, a younger stud say Giant’s Causeway gets $300,000 and breeds to over 200 mares.Barbaro would have started at stud probably $100,000 and would breed to at least 150 mares. You do the math.

I have seen a lot of ignorant comments regarding Barbaro.

I have seen a lot of ignorant comments about, oh, let’s say milkshakes.

Ah..er…I’d never heard of her employer, the Buckley School of Public Speaking and Persuasion. But the founders method is the epitome of wingnut goodlyness.

He’s right though. Decent people kill 3000 people and typically those bunch of jackasses in the media just can’t let it go.

“A country driven mad by partisanship”

Amen, sister. Have you seen these nutjobs who can’t even comment on a fucking horse without dragging John Kerry and Jane Fonda into the discussion? Madness.

I have to agree with the crazy lady who wrote the editorial because I have no doubt that Barbaro, even while he was being operated on and dying, would have been a far greater leader of this country than George W. Bush Jr.

I suggest looking HERE for a sober, reflective look at the great legacy Barbaro has left behind.

Agreed El Cid,

If only the great Emperor W. had appointed Barbaro to the Senate!

It would sure beat the hell out of Lieberman. And would prove far more authentic, what with Barbaro being a real horse’s ass to the psuedo horse’s ass that is Joementum.

Does this mean it’s too late to appoint Barbaro to the Senate?

Curse you Col. Klink @23.15.

For all of you not into self flagellation, she kept the best line for last.

“For a while, we were all in the race with a champion, and, for a while, we were champions, too.”

teh l4m3 said,
February 1, 2007 at 22:07

For some reason I just conjured an image of Kathleen in nothing jodhpurs and a riding helmet, beating herself with a riding crop.

And then, the naked Bush twins lead the horse in …

If people really loved these racehorses so much, would they really train them to run around a track carrying ugly midgets with whips until their spindly horsie legs broke, just so money could be won?

Hey Thom:

Thom said,
February 1, 2007 at 22:03

Oh how embarrassing. I went over to Wuzzadem yesterday when you linked to it and made a couple comments. He responded last night to one of them, in truly idiotic fashion – and then banned me so I can’t respond again. I’ve never even been there before. Gad, what a wuss.

Same thing happened to me! I posted the response I had on the Wuzz thread below. What a douchebag.

And, naturally, I appreciated your comments.

And then, the naked Bush twins lead the horse in …

You can lead a horticulture, but you can’t make her think!

There are many wingnuts who can annoy, but for some reason Parker really crawls up my ass. While I feel for an animal that must be destroyed (I was raised rural and it brings it home), the idea that Barbaro was some sort of national symbol is just poppycock. He won one, that’s one big race. He might have won more, but he broke down. A stallion with a gimpy back leg can’t mount a mare. People who both loved him and stood to profit from him labored to save his life. They couldn’t. That’s sad, but final. Then KP has to try her hand at modern mythmaking.

For a while, we were all in the race with a champion, and, for a while, we were champions, too.�

Huh? What the fuck? What does that mean?

Does that mean I’m not a champion anymore?

But Barbaro was special, not least in his ability to inspire humans.

Yes, Kathleen, Olympian athletes go on the win the Gold, inspired by a horse. Academic Decathalons are won by plucky high-schoolers, invoking Barbaro’s name just before going onstage. Ballerinas think of him before auditions at the Joffrey and ABT school. And — American Idol contestants murmur his name before confronting Simon.

apocalipstick said,
February 1, 2007 at 23:42

” … Parker … an animal that must be destroyed … ”

[And I wonder if Mr. Parker is getting tired of Kathy “murmuring’ Barbaro’s name every Saturday night.]

Jay B.

Right on! Good club. I was going to post my comment here too, but I lost it. Dang it. it was still riffin’ off his idiotic response to you, that didn’t have anything to do with the argument. It’s like he forgo what the hell he was talking about.

Off to the Wuzz thread below…

“Kathleen Parker is a popular syndicated columnist and director of the School of Written Expression at the Buckley School of Public Speaking and Persuasion in Camden, South Carolina.”

Addendum: Parker is also a recent graduate of the Smith Academy of the Creation of Sentences With Which to Express Thoughts, and an adjunct Professor of Talkology at the Ames Institute for the Teaching of Students Things They Didn’t Know Before They Got Here. She is a Fellow at the Caligula Institute for the Freedom of Thinking, and was Queen of the Senior Prom (Theme: “Under the Sea”).

Her published works include Hey, Let’s All Learn to Say “Hey,” Toward a More Writerly Form of Reading Writing That is Written to be Read, and “Shet Ma Mouf”: Learn to Persuade Camden, South Carolina, and You Can Persuade Anybody of Anything Anywhere.

Krazy Kathy Parker (And Her Perpetual Loose Screw) tends to flip-flop around the bottom of the boat like a dying trout. She’s been gung-ho about nuking Iraq into ash, and she’s been tortured by self-doubt after accidentally viewing photos of Iraq children killed by our “liberation.” She always returns to “gung-ho”
status. Right now, she’s clutching a hanky to her eye over a dead horse that she’s been told by someone was the modern Seabiscuit; next week, she’ll be beating it with a bat while screeeeeeeeaming about how she likes glue and gelatin in an attempt to cover her stupidity.

Thom,

It’s like he forgot what the hell he was talking about.

That was my impression as well. He started writing like he had just suffered a stroke.

Actually, sending an innocent animal out to cripple himself for our entertainment, and then going all teary-eyed when Science (equine biomechanics) trumps Bidness (it’s ‘too expensive’ to keep feeding untested thoroughbreds until they’re old enough to run that hard without injuring themselves) and we’re left with no horse and a lot of VERY expensive bills coming due… well, sounds like an “Operation Enduring Fubar” metaphor to me! Just not the kind of metaphor that Parker would endorse, if she knew what she was talking about, as if THAT would ever be permitted at the Buckley School!

She’s hotter than Marie Jon’. I’d do her.

For all of you not into self flagellation, she kept the best line for last.

“For a while, we were all in the race with a champion, and, for a while, we were champions, too.�

Sweet merciful crap.

I don’t know whether to thank you for saving me from the rest of her dreck or curse you for inflicting even that small dose upon my eyes – my burning, burning eyes.

Enroll today in the School of Written Expression at the Buckley School of Public Speaking and Persuasion in Camden, South Carolina, where you too can learn to write sentences like this:

Maybe the better question is, how could they not?

For a while, we were all in the race with a champion, and, for a while, we were champions, too.

Many of our graduates go on to write greeting cards, screenplays for movie trailers, and Pluggers cartoons.

No wonder we fell in love with a horse.

I have to say, I’m finding it a little creepy how often Sadly, No has descended into bestiality references of late. I mean, I can live with the farting and the poop jokes, but animal abuse seems so, oh I dunno, Republican?

mikey

I have found the unedited copy of Kathleen’s “Ode to Pony.” Here are a few choice cuts, as it were.

“Barbaro taught us how to laugh and taught us how to cry.”

” It is rumored John Kerry shot a horse in the back in Vietnam.”

” Bill Clinton, rumored to be hung like a Barbaro…”

” Stock in Alpo has risen sharply.”

And edited from her bio:

“Kathleen Parker is also way cool and pretty.”

She can’t find inspiration from a former candidate for president or a critic of the president, so she turns to a horse? What about the actual president?

The poor guy can’t even provide his base with more patriotic pride than a crippled horse now.

I can’t in good conscience follow a link to a wingnut pundit, but, just curious — does she invest any witty wordplay in the notion that a beast named “Barbaro” had the effect of… civilizing us?

People named Kathleen should not be that stupid. It’s wrong.

I have a feeling Barbaro captured Kathleen Parker’s post-9/11 imagination because his name means “barbarian.”

to be fair to kathleen, barbaro’s iraq withdrawal policy was significantly better than jane fonda’s, though some would argue that barbaro’s vietnam service was not up to john kerry’s level.

wait, what? barbaro is a dead horse?

I’ll bet the meat of an injured horse tastes great breaded in Bisquick, deep fried, and dipped in Hidden Valley.

Yes, I would definitely dip that horse in my Hidden Valley…

The only people who I can see being interested in this are folks from the Philly area (like me). He looked like the only local sports figure who was going to win and win big, and then, like all Philadelphia sports figures, he chokes. Somehow it seems less just that we kill the poor horse, but let the Flyers live.

“Captured the imagination”? Says who?

I’m surprised no one’s pointed out that here Scrabble-winning word is pronounced “pol-OP-uhny” Just ask Ralph Kramden.

Right you are, Steve, but I got it by way of Fred Flintstone.

Here is the true legacy of Barbaro.

“Yes, I would definitely dip that horse in my Hidden Valley…”

Kathleen’s right there with you.

I see the Townhall blog still exists.

an adjunct Professor of Talkology at the Ames Institute for the Teaching of Students Things They Didn’t Know Before They Got Here.

MrWonderful truly is.

The poor guy can’t even provide his base with more patriotic pride than a crippled horse now.

Um, that’s a crippled dead horse, Zhubin.

And Righteous Bubba, I clicked the link and all I can say is WTF? That’s been up since last August? Where the hell have I been? I’m bumfuzzled.

Ok, I really wanted to do a “Kathleen Parker and Barbaro walk into a bar” but I just got back from a big dinner and I’m all foggy so never mind…

mikey

If Ms. Parker were worthy of sympathy, which she is not, I would feel for her, sadly floundering in existential angst now that her studly Dear Leader has fallen so far from grace that even she can no longer manage an entire column waxing rhapsodic over his demigod-like qualities.

Oh, but once, just a few short years ago, in those heady days of unchallenged Bush Adulation, Ms. Parker could – and did – write an entire column devoted soley to explaing that she knew, she just KNEW, that George W. Bush was just the most wonderful, good, strong, macho, decent, heroic, All-American man, capable of fearlessly leading us while leaping over bombed buildings with a bullhorn in his manly hand, because – get ready, here it comes – because he drove a white pick-up truck.

Yes, a white pickup truck passed for empirical evidence for our Ms. Parker, all the evidence she needed of His True Greatness.

Just like in the old westerns, where you always knew the bad guy cause he wore a black hat and the good guy cause he wore a whote hat. Well, there were those pictures of Bush, out in the wilds of Crawford, with a white hat, and a white t shirt, and – goddam – a white pickup. Kathy got moist just thinking about it.

The way she described it, it was as if Jesus had returned and it turned out that he came back as the Marlboro Man, held out his hand to her and promised to forever keep her safe from the bad men.

Next to Bush, Kerry looked so, well, so French.

That was the last Parker article I ever read, and from the comments here, it doesn’t look like I’ve missed anything.

Not one Catherine the Great joke? I’m disappointed. But then i probably would’ve been disappointed had there been one.

I forgot all about that, Bubba. I’ll have to go over there and do some remodeling.

Yes, a white pickup truck passed for empirical evidence for our Ms. Parker, all the evidence she needed of His True Greatness.

Well I’m sure that passes muster… As long as the passenger side wasn’t occupied by Shawn Hornbeck.

“Kathleen Parker is a popular syndicated columnist and director of the School of Written Expression at the Buckley School of Public Speaking and Persuasion in Camden, South Carolina.�

Yes, but is she affiliated with the Derek Zoolander Centre for Children Who Can’t Read Good And Wanna Learn To Do Other Stuff Good Too?

Some of you may remember my constant conundrum: Who is Teh Stupidest Woman In America, Kathleen Parker or Mona Charen? (and no, I cannot accept any more candidates, this is difficult enough as it is)

So, I read this post, decided for the umpteenth time, it’s Parker, click over to alicublog, and discover that Roy has decided to tap dance all over Charen’s latest blah.

Back to square one.

Is there any possibility that they are the same person?

OK, I managed to ignore her picture the first four or five times I saw this post, but now that I’ve taken a more analytical look at her, I must observe that no woman with such a smarmily smug look on her face could possibly be happy. Is it wrong of me to glory in the knowledge of her psychic despair?