Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Texts to Rafalca

About a month ago, I started tweeting at Rafalca, Ann Romney's personal torture horse, who Ann took to England to riverdance in humiliating circles after years of ruining her youth. I even kind of hoped to get a little trending hashtag going for a while, maybe to push Rafalca to break the silence and the cycle of abuse. She never replied.

Needless to say, it got discouraging after a while, speaking into the darkness when that special animal shone so brightly on the TV and the international stage. I became frustrated and had a bit of a tantrum. I tweeted these a while back, and someone reminded me of them. (I would have posted these on Tumblr, since that's where brief stuff like this belongs. But for some reason my Tumblr — or maybe all of Tumblr — refuses to render embedded tweets.) Maybe they'll keep someone else from making the same mistakes that I did.

But you probably don't care about that, so here they are:


  1. Dear Mobute I <3 you even if Rafalca doesn't, its so sad she doesn't answer you she stuck up.

  2. Girl acting like her shit smells so sweet.

  3. That's so cruel, to pick on a horse! She didn't have any choice in what soulless Mormoon automatons bought her. I bet you'd Tweet jokes where cats come out ahead of dogs to Seamus if you could. If he was still alive, I mean.

    Hey, does anyone do something similar with snark hastags aimed at Rombot clone-sons Tad and Thad and Todd and Toad, or whatever their names are?

  4. Rafalca,
    "I want to be in you, I want to BE you, Make us one person, ONE PERSON ONE PERSON"
    - that kid from Equus.

  5. This reminds me that it's not so bad. It's not so bad.


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