Taking the Bull by the Horns!

Ouch!!! That must have hurt loads. The damn animal has gone straight for the goolies. It might look like a tickle but it may well have punctured the balls-bag or even scraped the toreador's love-rod. Either way our hero's love-life and even his procreative powers may have been put on hold... for good!. But it's really his own fault.

That's what can happen when folks won't leave our horny friends alone and make a sport out of tormenting and killing them. They're liable to get very bullish and go for the jugular, or in this case the dangly bits, especially when they stand out so well in those man-tights. Our four-legged friend here has evidently had enough of this bullshit and decided to horn in on his tormentor's love factory to teach him a well-deserved lesson. And who can blame the poor animal?

And here's another one. Right in those damn goolies again! And it looks like the horn's gone in deep and may have re-arranged the torero's manly parts. One thing's for sure, it's not improved things and another love-life may have gone down the proverbial toilet. So unfeeling of the bull! Instead of going down quietly in a pool of blood, it's tried to take its tormentor with it or at least shake him up a bit.

But once again our valiant matador (which, by the way, means 'killer' in Spanish) has only himself to blame. He's been nothing but beastly towards the beast and his intentions are far from benevolent. So I reckon the creature figured it had nothing to lose and if it had to go down it might as well go down fighting. One can't fault the logic.

Postscript:
On a more serious note, this post follows on the heels of the vote taken by the regional government of Catalonia in Spain, which has now banned bullfighting in that region. I thoroughly applaud this move and am astonished that such a bloody sport has gone on for so long, and I wonder how long it will be before the rest of Spain follows suit. The moment has come to call time on this brand of savagery.