They’re at it again. Talkin’ about the horsepolice. Prancing around with their horses, messing up the traffic and neglecting the horse-droppings they spread all over town.. And what the hell is the point?
I could understand having horse-officers in a parade or something, but doing regular patrol? I’d like to see a gallant steed apprehend a cunning, teenage shop-lifter, for instance. Or a rusty mare tackle two houndred drunk football fans that rampage my city whenever there’s a meaningless game going. And can you picture a donkey dissolving a terrible traffic-jam? Actually I can, but it doesn’t look good.
And what could a horse really do? Plant its hooves in my face? I’d sue them for cosmetic surgery costs! And the cops don’t get a good swing-range with their bats from up there. Cops in Norway can’t carry fire-arms, thank God. So anyone could duck into a narrow side-street easily. And it’s not like a horse could sneak up from behind you either.
I can’t imagine they learn any special tricks or anything. Like narco-dogs can snif out heroin and whatnot, but I’ve never heard of a narco-horse. Except for those in fixed races, naturally.
The horses generally make me nervous. I imagine they can freak out and frenzy any time.
Maybe that’s the point? A backwards display of power. It’s a classic statement as it has been delivered to skanks and hustlers of the dark ages until today: "Civil disobedience is still disobedience. And we don’t like it."
Hmm.. well.. Civil obedience my ass! You still shit on my streets!!
Don’t forget to do the poll: Have you ever sat on a horse?
Beautiful… Just beautiful.
Wait…you mean there’s something wrong with shitting on the streets? CRAP!
Random quote from our favourite band named ‘Faithless’ (I’ve only come across one band so far, but still):
“On the way of humanity I shit at the gates.”