There's not much more I can say about the silliness of “humane” whips and counting the number of times those whips are used to hit a horse in front of fans, would-be fans, and out-raged critics, when the real folly is not the whip, but the act of whipping. Somewhat modifying the use of the whip is a bit like trying to put band-aids on a deep, three-inch gash. As I have no more to say on that important matter, however, I will speak out in this essay about an even more pressing and fundamental crisis facing our industry, the perilous plight of the breeder.
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