Running of the bull***
My wish when I see news of this sort is I hope the bulls win. I'm sorry to be so unPC, but the bulls did not ask for this fight. How can Spain, which claims to be so multiculti and loves every liberal cause that comes up, justify this brutal sport?
You know that in a bullfight, the bull will not win. No way.
I first was made aware of this delightful sport when I read Hemingway's The Sun Also Rises when I was 16. Their visit to Spain to attend the bullfights sounded fab, except for the bullfight. The life of young expats in Paris sounded like fun, too. How I would have liked living as an expatriate in Paris, meeting all the happening people, hanging out in bars, soaking up the sunshine in Spain. The fleeting thought crossed my mind that these folks must have received monthly checks from home, but I banished the thought quickly, my 16-year-old self enchanted by the glamor of the whole thing. As a sour old lady, however, I am immune to Hemingway's charms.
I am with the bulls, all the way.
1 comment:
That's because you have already "happened" and know the costs of it.
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