Yesterday marked the first day of Spain’s annual Running of the Bulls.
Turns out that’s not the case.
The Running of the Bulls is an 8 day festival that runs every year from July 7th-July 14th.
Well.. usually it’s open.
Last year they forgot to fire up the gate.
The crowd the goes wild.
PETA throws a fit.
The bulls all die.
It’s a Spanish tradition that dates back to the 1300’s.
I’m not going to be the morality police here.
I eat at minimum 3 cheeseburgers per week.
It would be hypocritical of me to act like I’m better than this.
Although I bet the whole bull running experience is pretty terrifying for them.
It’s likely a miserable way to go out.
I can’t get into the mind of a bull.
I’m not here to tell Spain what they should or should not do with their bulls either.
Plus, the whole thing looks like a hell of a time.
In fact, I’m probably going to cheer for that to happen.
Either way is satisfying.
And if you’re a matador I’m rooting against you even harder.
Matadors are some of the biggest cowards going.
They’re already at a massive advantage considering they have human brains and a sharp weapon.
I’m not going to go as far as saying I cheer for them to be killed.
I don’t want to publicly wish death on anyone.
A famous matador actually was killed several years ago and it was extremely sad.
That’s what makes the event so thrilling.
Almost every person involved gets out of there scot-free.
There have only been 15 reported deaths since they started keeping track in the early 1900’s.
But whenever you see a bull win one…
Go get ‘em bulls.
