I had the misfortune of going to a bullfight some time ago, and was completely sickened by what I saw. I made some real enemies that day, and left early because I was a little afraid for my well-being. I am normally quiet, and politically correct, but that day I said what was on my mind, and those who understood my English and broken Spanish, knew I was cheering full well for the bull to destroy that coward waving the red towel.
I went because I thought I should know the culture and thought it would be a learning experience, but nothing prepared me for the horrific sights I saw. Those poor poor animals ..... wish I hadn't thought about it all again, now I'm a little depressed ....
"Don't say I'm out of touch with this rampant chaos - your reality. I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge ... the nightmare I built my own world to escape" - evanescence