Bullseye!
Bullfighting is the only art in which the artist is in danger of death and in which the degree of brilliance in the performance is left to the fighter’s honor. [Hemingway//Death in the Afternoon]
Holy fucking shit. Apparently animals don’t like being forced to engage in a combat that usually ends in slow, torturous death. The above picture is from a recent bullfight in which the bull, well…he fucking gored the bullfighter. Dude isn’t dead, but he’s laid out in the hospital.
I’m not going to go into some weird hypocritical animal activist diatribe (I’m snacking on a bacon cheeseburger as we speak), but I will say this: try not to fuck with Mother Nature too much.