We live in world where a cat spending half a day in a dustbin gets more publicity than half a continent becoming deluged with water.
Yet all forms of life especially Humans have reached plague proportions, who cares if the odd bull meets a dramatic end.
One thing that also becomes clear of bull fighting is that the bulls themselves are having a hell of a time. A bit like a young human male out for a fight on a Saturday night, they are pumped up and doing what comes naturally, even if it does hurt a bit from time to time.
If I come back as a bull, I'd rather meet my end in an Arena, having spent a life being pampered for that moment, than have my nuts taken off as a calf and then get a bolt in the neck in some grotty abattoir.
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