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Showing posts with label animal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label animal. Show all posts

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Why are we still so barbaric?


This is a photo of an event that took place the other day in Spain when a poor frightened uncomprehending beast, a creature of God, some would say, was tormented and harassed to the point it scaled the arena barrier and ran amock among the spectators to escape its tormentors. This is sport in the minds of millions of unregenerated people who think that all is permitted against animals and that they may be tormented at will for the entertainment of us humans, and the worse thing about this is that the law allows it in certain countries, Spain being foremost among them (Catalonia only recently outlawed it). Why oh why are we humans so cruel and so barbarous and so bloodthirsty? When I witness scenes like that I can't help being overwhelmed by a feeling of disgust and revulsion at the human race. And we think we're civilised! Harassing a poor defenceless animal for the entertainment and delectation of the masses and then when things go wrong we kill it of course. The animal cannot win: if it stays to confront its tormentors, it is cut down in the end, if it attempts to evade the unwelcome attentions of its would-be executioners, it is put down.

And look at this moron tugging at the bull's tail. What does he honestly hope to accomplish with that apart from getting his picture in the media? What he needs to come to his senses is a good kicking in the teeth! It seems there is no limit to human arrogance and presumptuousness. People create the circumstances whereby they hope to derive pleasure and excitement from watching a hapless animal being harassed to death, and then when something goes wrong and their fun is spoilt, they shit themselves in their panic to escape and the bull pays for it with its life.

Honestly, have we evolved at all in real terms?  Or do we still have deeply ingrained in us the ancient blood-lust? It seems that when we're not busy killing each other for one stupid reason or another, we make sport of killing animals and this time we don't even have to justify it with any reason other than that of entertainment. We're a pathetic species really. And without wishing to impugn the Lord at all, He would have done well to stop at the great apes!

Saturday, July 31, 2010

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.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Funny Photos I

This moggy looks like it's seen a ghost and crapped itself and I can't say I blame it. Who wouldn't crap themselves if they saw a ghost? And more to the point, who wouldn't look like that if they saw a ghost?  With its eyes popping, its mouth gaping and its tongue poking, I'd say it's lost most of its nine lives at a stroke, poor little pussycat. But the worst thing about all this, at least from our point of view, is that we don't know what's caused little moggy to put on such a horrible face. Or could pussy be just putting it on for a photo opportunity? In other words, is Mr Cat just winding us up? If it is, all I can say is that it's a damn good actor and should be hired on the spot to star in some Hollywood movie. It's sure to be a blockbuster and it can't be worse than the latest crop of crap (hey, I like this match.. crop of crap.. nice) that's doing the rounds at the moment. It could be given a title like: Moggy, the Magpie Mugger. What d'you think?

Now here's a chap, a llama I think it is, who has seen better days, I'd say. He may not have crapped himself like pussy above, but he certainly looks like crap! Lost half his gnashers, jaw gone all wonky, eyeballs bulging, ears standing to attention, smelling like a dead rat and in dire need of a wash and brush-up! He's a right scruff and he knows it. It's just as well he's in a zoo, otherwise he'd be on a funny-farm waiting to kick it. But I dare say he wasn't always like this. There was probably a time when he could give any hot-blooded female a run for her money and vied with the best of the young studs for the hand of Miss Right. But looking at him now, I'd say that's a distant memory and it's all he can do to keep his pecker up and stand upright. Poor sod! It's a dog's life, that's what it is.