Neigh Sayers

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 J. D. Hayworth would want to marry a horse (h/t: John Cole, 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 KORN News. I wonder what Mrs. Hayworth thinks of her husband's cavalier attitude about the sanctity of marriage, his willingness to cast it and her aside if the right pony came along that he could make his horse-wife. "A devoted family man, J.D. is happily married to Mary, and they are blessed with 3 children, Nicole , Hannah, and John Micah." Oh sure, now they are blessed; but if J. D. Hayworth insists on giving in to his affections, he may eventually be the proud sire of a second set of children named Flicka, Pegasus, and Phar Lap, whose glossy manes would be the envy of their classmates but would make any future candidacy "problematic," even in a Palinized Republican Party barely distinguishable from your average freak show.
I think Wolcott's wrong about this. It's a "Nixon Goes to China" thing: only a freakshow, teabagging, Republican can marry his horse without being horse-baited by freakshow teabagging Republicans. Once he crosses the finish line, then all the horse-loving wingnuts will be free to show their affections in public too. He's a hero like Seabiscuit, except in sans-a-belt slacks.


h/t to b.