I can’t explain it, Carol

Carol emailed me a few days ago, with a link and a plea for understanding. “You’re from Oklahoma,” she wrote. “Can you explain this?”

No, Carol, I don’t think anyone we know can explain this:

An Oklahoma state senator hopes to revive cockfighting in the state by putting tiny boxing gloves on the roosters instead of razors.

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The Oklahoma Legislature outlawed the blood sport in 2002 because of its cruelty to the roosters, which are slashed and pecked to death while human spectators bet on the outcome.

But Sen. Frank Shurden, D-Henryetta, a long-time defender of cockfighting, said the ban had wiped out a $100 million business.

To revive it, he has proposed that roosters wear little boxing gloves attached to their spurs, as well as lightweight, chicken-size vests configured with electronic sensors to record hits and help keep score.

“It’s like the fencing that you see on the Olympics, you know, where they have little balls on the ends of the swords and the fencers wear vests,” Shurden said. “That’s the same application that would be applied to the roosters.”

So no, no explanation possible. I will say that between Shurden’s wild desire to cockfight and Bush’s dreams about a mandate, I am sensing some seriously repressed homo lovin’. As Freud said, fantasies about roosters wearing gloves can only mean one thing…

One thought on “I can’t explain it, Carol”

  1. And if you weren’t already embarrassed nearly to death by the state of your birth, we made the NYT editorial page today. Woo hoo!

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