I see you, horse-top police officers of downtown. And what the actual fuck? Why do you still feel the need to transport these monstrously large live animals into Pioneer Square, trailered by an even bigger Ford F-350, and lower them into the concrete garbage heap that is downtown? Usually in pairs, you clip-clop these broken old mammals in and around First and Second Avenues for no apparent reason. Are you going to pull me over on horseback? How many rivers and streams do you need to cross in a day? Next time I'm galloping atop my Clydesdale down Cherry Street, I'll slow to a canter and tip my Cattleman at the boys in blue. Also, thanks for leaving literal shit in the bike lanes.