Ah, they’ve drunk the Kool-Aid, haven’t they? Absolutely *determined* that they’ve found the “right side of wrong.” It’s the same old story, like déjà vu all over again—Bias, 'Golden Rail'' and the fervent belief that a race’s outcome can be reduced to mere numbers or the alleged “track bias” du jour.
You see, *believers in bias*—they’re irrational, *illogical*. They want you to think the inside is always deeper, faster, better. They can’t seem to fathom that racing is *more* than the lane you’re running in.
Yes, tracks can get *brittle* in the heat of the day, and speed can become elusive—*but*—why is it a bias when one of the three horses out front holds on, while the other two tire? Is that a *bias*? Or is it simply a case of one horse outlasting the others? Is the race only a product of the bias if the winner’s the one on the inside?
Ah, *bullshit at its best*—a phrase so often tossed around, but rarely understood. It’s the art of deception, of presenting something *shiny* and *polished*, only to have it unravel the moment you scratch beneath the surface. it’s an *embellished* narrative, designed to cloak reality in a fog of half-truths and convenient omissions, or simply not having a true sense of reality.
But let’s not kid ourselves. *Bullshit* is a weapon of choice, isn’t it? A tool for manipulation, for obfuscating the truth when the truth is too inconvenient, too unflattering. The ones who peddle it do so because they *know* people are hungry for certainty, hungry for answers, even if those answers are rooted in nothing but smoke and mirrors.
You see, the most dangerous bullshit isn’t the kind that’s overt, the kind that’s easy to spot. No, it’s the subtle kind. The *carefully crafted* kind that slips past your defenses and worms its way into your mind, making you question things that never needed questioning in the first place.
The thing about bullshit is—it’s *never* about what it appears to be. It’s about something far deeper: control, power, influence. And the ones spinning this web? They’re often the ones who benefit from keeping you *confused*—and worse, *complacent*.
So, when you encounter it—and you will, often in this line of work—*don’t mistake it for anything other than what it is*: the highest form of manipulation. The trick is not to fall for it, to see it for what it is, and to remember that beneath every layer of bullshit lies the bitter taste of truth waiting to be uncovered.
And believe me, *the truth always finds a way to surface*.
The so-called “bias cult” wants you to believe they’re the arbiters of truth—that if a horse wins wire to wire, it must be a speed bias, and you know what the “bias cultists” do when they’re wrong? They *never* admit it. They blame the track, the jockey, the *weather*, but they’ll never take responsibility for their bad handicapping. No, *never*.
Can you imagine such *demented* individuals, unable to admit when they’re wrong? “It’s the track. It’s the jockey. It’s the pace.” Well, let me offer you a novel idea: *you were wrong*—plain and simple.
And these cultists, they’ve never ridden a horse in their life—unless, of course, it was the Shetland pony at the state fair while chomping on a fried pickle. But *that doesn’t count*.
It’s the same obsessive, compulsive behavior—these people can’t stop. Just look at Oreo cookie marketing—*they’ve taken it too far*. Just like the cultists of racing, who will make you believe that bias is the reason horses win or lose. Nothing else.
If one of my staff wrote to me after a race and blamed a “bias,” I’d have them ex-communicated from *Racingwithbruno* faster than you can say *"bias cult"*.
So, next time you hear some announcer cry “bias” after just two races, do yourself a favor—roll your eyes and go grab yourself some Oreos. *They’re better company than the cultists*.