Again, I know we had a Roosh rule here banning his crap during the height of his "infamy", but I stumbled across gold in the comments section of the RP article linked below with the title "Why act mature about rejection when you can call women bitches!"

So, yes, I found this in the comments, which contains an article devoted entirely to horses being the devil's spawn. (Edit: not written by Roosh, but another manospherian douchebag on the site. I won't link to the RoK site as per the old rules, but I think the content I've highlighted below is worth the laughter.)

Thanks to Redpillbanana for this gold, which had me laughing harder at a manospherian article than I have in quite a while.

The main points from PSA: HORSES ARE SCARY AND EVIL

Horses are evil, the devil’s representative on this planet. Nothing good comes of them. Nothing good will ever come of them. And if you are smart, you will avoid them.

Interpretation: I am literally insane and high as a kite, tripping badly and came up with this gold. That and I’ve never heard of equinophobia, so I’ll just project that phobia onto everyone else.

Thankfully, most men have no natural predisposition for them.

Except those evil showjumpers. Don’t turn on the Olympics, lest you come across a horse-related sport. This is trigger-central and the feminazis who run the Olympics won’t listen.

(Men) view them as beasts of burden, perhaps something to ride in the off chance you find terrain too steep to navigate with an off road vehicle and are too lazy to scale yourself.

Car manufacturers have let us down. They continually force men to exit their vehicles and stroll for miles in the middle of nowhere in search of a horse. They WANT you to ride the devil. Screw you, Suzuki.

Women are already a bad cocktail unto themselves. Unchecked and untempered they’ll run feral and ruin the best of men, but you combine them with horses and John Freaking Wayne would have difficulty in taming them.

Finally, we get to some reliable “women are hell” stuff! But still, horses are the WORST. Their big doe eyes are really all-knowing evil - just ask John Wayne. Also, it’s hard to dread a woman who’s running circuits on the devil’s helper. They move fast and stuff.

I cannot pin it down, nor do I wish to expend the calories of energy to figure out why women have such a psychological attachment to horses, but they do.

I cannot pin it down because I’m spurting maniacal nonsense. I don’t want to look into why horses bother me, because I’d have to admit I have serious issues.

My mother (not to get Oedipus on you) has four of them.

My mother is trying to entice me to marry her and murder my father by owning horses. And I don’t know my Freud. And I’ve almost accidentally stumbled upon the fact that I have a fear of horses (equinophobia), but as always I’ve moved away from any sense of self-realization.

Does she have a 401k plan? No. Does she have a pension? No. Does she have nursing home insurance? No.

Pfffft! Horses don’t even know how to save, fill in paperwork, or plan for their retirement. Case closed. I’ll go on anyway.

Because in the end a horse seemingly can replace a husband or spouse with whatever harlequin-romance-galloping joy those dumb beasts provide.

It’s all the fault of Mills and Boons novels showing a man and woman on horseback together.

And then there was my good friend, who I genuinely cherished, in Wyoming. She was a great gal. A wonderful gal. A person I would consider my friend. But she had horses and was thusly psychotic.

Have you ever heard the joke about the guy that walks into the bar with a girl and a horse? The bartender asks the horse, “Why did that guy run out of here so fast?” and the horse says, “Because he’s a fucking idiot.”

(Women) take animals that are dumber than dogs (literally) and rank them above other humans

Actually there is a lot of talk about how difficult it is to judge animal intelligence, but we’ll assume this dude is the expert because everything he’s said so far makes so much sense.

And thus was the case of my Wyoming friend. She valued her horses more than anything else, including herself. She fell in love with them. Talked to them as if they were humans.... It was a scary and eerie thing watching a woman with such a psychotic level of commitment to horses... Do I understand it? No. And again, I’m not aiming to try.

I’m really good at not trying to understand anything. You heard it here, from the horse’s mouth. Holy shit, what did I just say? I'll be hiding under my doona for the next three days.

Imagine, if you will, a woman with 3 children from 3 different fathers, who insists on hyphenating her name if you were to ever marry, who has a ton of cats, and majored in Women’s Studies with a Masters in Social Justice. That woman is more reliable, sane, stable, and trustworthy than a woman with a horse.

Say goodbye to the Crazy Cat Lady – she’s awesome. Beware the Crazy Horse Woman.