I am put in mind of a willful horse, being goaded too far by a cruel rider, slips the bit in its mouth backwards where it may be seized by the large molars in the back of the horse’s mouth, and the bit is therefore immobilized. This is called “taking the bit in the teeth”, something most horsemen have acquaintance with. Normally, hauling back on the bridle reins is enough to control the horse, as the mouth is very sensitive, but once the horse has the bit firmly clamped, this means of controlling the horse is lost to the rider, who may not have any other means of persuading the horse to obey.
In for one hell of a ride. The horse will eventually stop. Whether the rider is still aboard or not is a matter for some speculation.
In for one hell of a ride. The horse will eventually stop. Whether the rider is still aboard or not is a matter for some speculation.
Horse = Ted Cruz...
Donkey = Donald Trump..
I was aboard a seventeen hands tall horse that decided to go for broke on a long sandy road leading to a beach. I could have stopped a freight train as easily as that horse. Couldn’t believe it when the massive sand dunes finally loomed up before us—we were nearly at the beach, I couldn’t see what was beyond the dunes, and he was still going like a bat out of hell.
I started screaming at the top of my lungs, “Runaway horse—GET OUT OF THE WAY!”
We topped the dunes, people scattered like chickens before a wolf, and on we went.
The tide was out and we gallopped along a vast jetty—straight toward the ocean. I figured we’d end up in the waves, but at the last minute the horse tried to climb the huge granite rocks of the jetty itself. That slowed him enough that I was able to regain control.
Worst ride of my life.
Love your tagline, LOL!