The bull goes over the wall.

(Via Hot Air Headlines) You know, I have nothing to say about bullfighting, per se: it’s a little hypocritical of me to care about that sort of thing and also not care where my fried chicken and my bacon comes from, and I don’t care where my fried chicken and my bacon comes from*. And I’m sorry that a kid got hurt.

Still: my sympathies for everybody else involved in that (the adults at least) is distinctly muted. I would have gone over that wall myself; only I’d have brought with me whatever weapon I could use with my hooves.

Moe Lane

*I’ve stopped eating veal, though. Just one of those things.

4 thoughts on “The bull goes over the wall.”

  1. When a friend from a country where bullfighting is popular told me that Bullfighting was his country’s most popular sport I told him that I thought it was revolting. He corrected me by saying that that was his country’s SECOND most popular sport.

  2. Dunno why, but every time I read the header “The bull goes over the wall” I’m reminded of “it puts the lotion on its skin or it gets the hose again”.

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