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