Here's a story. My dad grew up on a farm down South. One day he saw a man beating a horse he was making to haul a load too big for the animal.
Well dad took the whip out of the guys hand...yeah he was using a whip. ...
Well then guy took a swing at dad...missed, and my dad then beat the crap out of him,...'and' warned him he'd get more if he saw him doing that sort of thing again. My father hated cruelty of all kinds. He passed that on to all us kids.
Amen.
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Very similar story to an experience Nietzsche had in Turin, Italy. Béla Tarr made a film based on the incident.
ReplyDelete"In Turin on 3rd January, 1889, Friedrich Nietzsche steps out of the doorway of number six, Via Carlo Alberto. Not far from him, the driver of a hansom cab is having trouble with a stubborn horse. Despite all his urging, the horse refuses to move, whereupon the driver loses his patience and takes his whip to it. Nietzsche comes up to the throng and puts an end to the brutal scene, throwing his arms around the horse’s neck, sobbing."
Tarr comments on the state of the world and his impression of what he sees today: "...I don’t know what is coming, but I can see something that is very close – the end."