(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.
Even when the bull wins, he loses.
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.
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”.
Well, Phil,
If the headline had been “The Lamb goes over the wall”…