Neigh Sayers
by digby
Wolcott wonders about the Republican party’s strange obsession with bestiality but tries not to be too judgmental:
Look, I have no idea why Senate candidate Balloon Juice). Perhaps he fell under the spell of a lustrous filly while vacationing at a dude ranch, which I gather are plentiful in his home state of Arizona, or struck up a conversation with Mr. Ed in a bar catering to lonely men whose wives are deep into denial, a casual chat over a bowl of peanuts that led to a spirited “hayride,” if you catch my innuendo.
He notes that old JD is actually married to a human at the moment and has three children so the ramifications of pursuing this love that dare not speak its name could be huge. He suggests that the voters of Arizona consider whether or not they should vote for a man on a horse after all:
I think the voters of Arizona should think twice about a man willing to toss away 2000 years of Judeo-Christian values to mate with a horse. “[If] you really had affection for your horse, I guess you could marry your horse,” he told an interviewer from