and a hackamore is a bosal.
Don't be dense. You know a bosal is only the noseband; And you know the noseband is only a part of a bitless bridle. The hackamore is the whole bitless bridal; The bosal is only the part around your NOSE. Wake up and smell the leather.
I hope the horse you ride is as anthropomorphic as the God you don't believe in
You don't really. If my horse was like your God, He would stamp His hooves in your cities and places--yea wherever Ye hath settled for your abominations. The Earth doth He scorth; See him leap high.
Do these hooves not crash upon the land? Do the people not imagine a vain thing... Do the people not tremble as my horsie spreadeth his forelegs across the river where you row your boat, and sayeth to thee: "Is my hackamore not pretty, aj? Hath thou noticed not MY servant, Solon? He that hath replaced my old bosal with softly braided cashmere? Aren't I one lucky Horsey God"!
Repent Sinner AJ. Repent, or I will hardeneth thy heart so you canst not! I will harden thine heart so that my Beauty and Glory shall fill the world.
Canst the thunder of these hooves be not heard--in every corner of the EARTH---yea to the reaches of the HEAVENS? Have I not travelled to the edge of the ABYSS, and gazed under the earth, to check the pillars I hath built for all time? Sin no more, my servant! Reflect on the bosal of mine nose, and on the glare of mine eye. For I am sore displeased. If I shouldeth kick--the Babylonian Whore will be no more. All of HER children will be dashed against walls by their mamas...lest I should repent.
Into eternal fire shall I not cast these ones? Shall fools braid the tail of He who Neighed to make the grass grow green and thick? Shall He, with blindness upon his eyes, walk through these leas of my people and sayeth: "THIS grass is not good? This grass is not green? Woe unto them! For this is the grass I have given to my fillies, and it is to REMIND my jealousy. Woe unto thee to look at my people with a lustful heart, AJ.
I give thee a coveneant, AJ. On thy nose--IN place FOREVER--this bosal. This shall be a sign for all the people that they touch you not, for that thee hath been the most righteous of all these mistakes--to whom I gave opposable thumbs, and brains similar. |
