There is a lot of hate in this world. Some of it is warranted, some is not. I hate raw tomatoes, zucchini of any kind and bell peppers. I despise lazy people. I have a deep dislike for ou fans that don’t have any ties to the university of oklahoma trying to tell me why I ou is the best college and I should cheer for all Oklahoma schools when they aren’t playing Okie State. I really don’t like a poorly ran government. Turn to any news channel and look at the hate that is spread by racists, radical religous groups and ignorant morons. I have hated these Spanish recips since the day that they were unloaded at my house. Then, as I had to deal with them, I hated them more. There has been plenty written on this blog about my hatred of does, recips and specifically half-crazed Spanish recips. Even though my hatred for these wenches runs deep to my very core, I have had to realize a thing or two about them. They are raising their kids. I have never had to doctor these rips. They are never in my way as they go to the farthest side of the pen when I enter, which is unlike most of the other welfare dependent free loading does that I own. They eat half the feed and half the hay as compared to the boer cross does. They always crap in goat pellets instead of piles. (probably a result of not eating as much) I often wonder how a boer goat could ever survive in the wild. A Boer doesn’t seem to have the ability to forage for themselves, handle foul weather or reproduce and deliver kids without assistance. One thing about these Spanish deals, I’m pretty sure that they could survive on their own. In fact, I think they would rather be a wild goat. Although, I realize that these funky colored, vertical horned, crazed female dogs of a goat have some positives, I still hate them. I just get in a bad mood looking at them. I would bet that their ET kids get weaned at 8 weeks of age. What every town needs is a Big I. Somebody to give out free hugs and tell people that he loves them. Have a good day.
