The following reports are written in response to this, and to a very similar email I received this morning.
—Sean Kates, Pimlico, May19th—
They call him Big Brown, a worthy moniker not just for his color or for his size, but for the effect he’s had on the race so far this season. He’s packed them in in record numbers, trying to make the masses forget the disasters of the past couple of years, where hard choices were made by soft people. He promises a different kind of ending to this seemingly mindless national tragedy, an ending unexpected even a few months ago.
A non-factor only one year ago, Big Brown showed that he had scarcely begun fighting, and quickly reeled off win after win, in evermore spectacular fashion. In the most crucial race of all, he beat a filly who was the talk of the world before he stole her thunder. And while he was technically the favorite, it was nice to treat him as an underdog, because no one wants to root for the odds-on bet. And true, the filly needed to be destroyed by the end of the run, but that is the harsh reality of this horse race.
What matters most is the people under Big Brown’s thrall. They came on Saturday to watch another dominating performance, as Brownie (a name only those closest to him can use) rocketed away from his closest competition as they neared the final straightaway. 112,000 people paid their way to catch a glimpse of the stud, and prayed that he wouldn’t be hamstrung by his makeup or the close circle of friends, confidantes, and advisors seemingly always on hand. Yes, most of the 112K were simply college kids or young white elites using the race as an excuse to get intoxicated and throw beer cans at each other, the meaning of the number is significant. We can bring horse racing back, and send it higher than ever. Yes, We CAN!!
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There was a definite buzz around the country today as the fiery young politician with the silver tongue lashed out at the humiliations brought upon this once great nation. Tens of thousands gathered around him, and enjoyed an afternoon of intense speech and heightened emotion. Videographers on hand remarked that the sheer spectacle of it all was movie-like, a tour de force unlikely to be replicated for at least 73-75 years. As the man for whom the masses silenced themselves inveighed against the fractious political climate, and emphasized the need for togetherness, the feeling that he may be “THE LEADER” to take us back to the heights of nationhood grew stronger, both within this reporter and the crowd as a whole. The economic struggles, the rule of many unwilling by the few uninspiring, the sheer ennui with life….all of these promise to be overcome by the sheer will and personality of this new man, so long as we freely give our allegiance over to him. Ja, Ja, Ja, Wir Koennen.
–Nuremberg, Germany, 1934—-
