So would Gonzalo self describe himself as a Gay Caballero?
You only start with about 5 liters. I'm surprised he survived losing over half.
I find it very hard to be sympathetic about this. I detest bullfighting with every fiber of my being.
Ritualized animal cruelty.
Enough with the bull stories.
I always root for the bull.
Always.
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Mess with the bull, and you get the horns.
Chode hasn’t got here yet?
Yikes! He lost 60% of his blood. I can’t believe he survived that.
I just watched a great movie called “Blood and Sand” about bull fighting in the 1940s Spain. Tyrone Power, Linda Darnell, and Rita Hayworth — what a cast!
According to the link, this is the second time he was gored by a bull this year. Maybe bullfighting isn’t his true calling in life.
I’m guessing he is the coddled son of some incredibly wealthy or well connected Spanish family. I don’t imagine Spain is that hard up for matadors that the stadium actually needed to call up the guy with fresh stitches in his leg from the last goring to dress up like a disco ball and ritually slaughter an animal for entertainment this week.
I don’t understand bullfighting as an attraction. Beyond the cruelty to the bull, who always dies, it’s the same schtick each time. It would be like going to a movie theater that only ever showed one movie for hundreds of years. Even Broadway switches up the plays every now and again.
I had a neighbor who had a ‘pet bison’ who later gored him- he survived it for awhile, but the infections that crept in did him in- it was a nasty goring-
Bullfighting has always seemed a game for those who do not ponder.
Tough break. It’s the nearest thing to gladiators fighting tigers or bears that we can see in the modern era. Mano o mano (hand to hand) combat between a man and and a beast between 5 to 8 times his weight. Anyone who thinks this is ritualized slaughter hasn’t seen how helpless animals are when they are killed for meat at the grocery store. This, in contrast, is spectacle - a throwback to the days when man put his life on the line every time he went after (or was attacked, for territorial reasons by) large game, with little more than an edged weapon the length of his arm to separate him from his adversary.
Reminds of the the joke about matadors. The punchline , after getting two shriveled meatballs served is ‘Senor , sometimes the bull wins!
Oh well.
Now he knows how the bull feels.
So I guess he is now a Senorita?
Play stupid games, win... you know.
