Is there any crueler sport than bullfighting? Even the horrors of disgusting dogfighting cannot compete. Here’s a piece from the “New Statesman”, an English newspaper, describing the sport.
“The show begins when a bull is forced into an arena confused by the large ring and the deafening roar of a bloodthirsty crowd. Then the hapless animal is approached by picadors, men on horses, who drive lances into its back and neck muscles. The subsequent loss of blood impairs the bull’s ability to lift its head. When the banderilleros arrive on foot, the bull can expect further pain from the banderilleros – spiked sticks in bright colors, being stabbed into its back.
Now weak and disorientated, the bull is encouraged by the banderilleros to run in dizzying circles before finally, the matador appears and, after a few forced charges, tries to kill the bull with his sword. If he misses, he stabs the submissive animal on the back of the neck until it is paralyzed. The idea is to cut the animal’s spinal cord, but if the matador botches the job, the bull may be fully conscious while its ears or tail are removed as trophies. On many occasions, the bull remains alive until it is dragged out of the arena to be slaughtered.”
That’s the way it goes most of the time. But last week, Spanish matador, Julio Aparico, stumbled and received a bull horn through his throat exiting his mouth. The bullslitter was rushed from the arena to a hospital where he is now barely alive. That only makes me a little sad. I am terribly saddened by the bull which was slaughtered because he could not be tortured enough to die a natural bullfighting death.