It’s the time of the year when the running of the bulls (encierro) takes place in Pamplona, Spain. Popularized by the excellent Hemingway novel The Sun Also Rises, courageous, or should we say stupid, young men run in front of a group of vexed oxen to demonstrate their virility. The run ends when the bulls enter the bullring where they will eventually meet their fate at the hands of the toreros later the day.
This time the bulls killed someone on the run. I don’t really feel sorry for the guy, to put it mildly. It must be a very nice and spectacular tradition, in which animals are willfully tortured and killed for the sake of fun. How can such an event still flourish in an era when the European Union rigorously regulates even what you may or may not feed your own swine? I don’t get it.
Oh, it sounded like I’m some animal rights activist or something.
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