Ernest Hemingway (or somebody else) once said those who have never seen a bullfight have no business criticizing the “sport.” [sic] I agree. The bloodlust and thrill of watching death cannot be exaggerated. I have never seen a bullfight but I know. I know because of my own spine-tingling episodes with killing and torturing. I think it is safe for me now to confess to my deeds that happened 65 years ago, especially since nobody can testify to what I did and most people will assume I am engaged in a lying boast. Here is what I did. I raped and tortured three girls, killing one of them because she pleaded loudly for her life.
Ah, what joy it was. I am afraid that if I revealed details, people would criticize me, insult me and, worst of all, try to put me in jail. Like Hemingway, I say that unless you have done it yourself, you have no business criticizing me. And to this day I have nothing but respect and admiration for matadors. It is with much sadness I have just learned that the sport is in decline. Animal rights advocates have been hot on the trail of bull breeders for five years, and bullfighting once the purveyor of much pleasure will soon be a thing of the past. In 2007 there were 3,700 bullfight festivals in Spain but this has shrunk annually to 2,300. It is a shameful time in Spain’s history. The region of Catalona has actually banned the great national pastime altogether. The economy is crumbling. Bullfighting is still a $3.3 billion industry, and I pray it won’t get lower because 10,000 people from matadors and breeders down to bullring workers and promoters desperately depend on the deaths of bulls so they can go on living. Juan Pedro Domecq, a breeder, says the the economic crisis is huge. Small breeders are being driven out of business and matador colleges are suffering, too. The big property boom in bullfight towns has burst. In somewhat odd language, the survival of the bulls is “killing us” says Mr. Domecq. Bullfight attendance is down 10% in just the last year, and bulls are living longer. To say, as animal rights spokespersons do, that that this survival trend is all for the good makes an anti-macabre joke of the matter.
What can be done to halt this spread of life? Nothing much, I’m afraid. Some people always preach education but where will that get lovers of corridas? Everything one needs to know to make an honest objective assessment is already out there. Sniff the hundreds of gallons of fresh blood and you will know all you need to know. Until I was ten years old, my mother prepared a pound of bloodied flesh for me twice weekly. So lightly did she cook the martyrs that I could hear them groan as I stabbed my knife deep into their flesh. Each stab yielded exquisite pleasure for me. How I miss those days!
OLÉ1 This will help cure those lowlives who are not passionate about bullfights.
For the Ladies. CHRISTINA SANCHEZ! Magnifica. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-uxf3B22Ono&feature=endscreen&NR=1
I say, LOVE HER OR GET GORED!