If you told me this time last year, that New York and Chicago would be consumed by some sort of bizarre left-wing War on Horses, I wouldn’t have believed you.
On February 5, 2014, Alderman Ed Burke stated his intention to ban horse drawn carriages in the city of Chicago: “They’re a nuisance, they’re a traffic hazard, it’s cruel to the animals, and we should be able to beat New York City to the punch,” said Burke, 14th.
Burke is Chicago’s longest serving Alderman and its political boss and what he says, goes. So if Burke wants to ban horses, the horses are likely to be banned, since Chicago’s government is even more broken than New York’s.
It’s a tiresome war. One day it’s plastic bags, another day it’s pronouns and a third day, it’s horses. The left behaves like a malignant child constantly trying to crush everything underfoot.
Back in New York, Liam Neeson once again told off Bill de Blasio for his war on horses and beat down De Blasio fanboy, Jon Stewart.
As a candidate last year, de Blasio told an animal-rights group he would end the practice “within the first week on the job.”
So far no, because William Wilhelm jr aka Bill de Blasio is a liar and incompetent. That’s a typical combination for the left which would kill everyone if they could only find the bullets.
The Boston Globe, of all places, had a more realistic take on the War on Horses.
Horses are controlled not by people, but by their ancient brains, which constantly scan the landscape for danger — be it a wolf, a plastic bag borne by a breeze, or a New York mayor threatening their jobs in a perilous economy.
There are millions of people out of work in this country. By comparison, the fate of 200 carriage horses in Manhattan is like a fly on a mare’s withers, an insignificance flicked away with a shrug. Horses, once the nation’s over-the-road truckers, are a shrinking demographic. There are 9.2 million horses in the nation, of which about 2.5 million are gainfully employed in jobs such as racing, farming, rodeos, and law enforcement. Most are pleasure horses. Yet even as such, only 1 in 63 Americans has regular contact with horses, according to Horse Council data.
This is why to encounter a horse-drawn carriage on a city street is a visceral delight, a sight (and smell) uncommon to urban senses. This is why, to many of us, it’s still a thrill to see them. When anti-carriage lobbyists show pictures of horses lying dead or injured on city streets, they necessarily omit the snapshots of delighted children nuzzling the big beasts — sometimes the only horses an urban child will encounter.
In this capacity, the carriage horses are as useful as they are in ferrying brides and tourists. The child who strokes a draft horse in harness becomes a child who wants riding lessons, and who watches “The Black Stallion” and reads “Black Beauty,” and grows up to lobby with PETA against carriages — or, just as likely, to drive a carriage horse herself. Never do abusers outnumber the caring, and it’s not wise to govern at the whip of extremes.