My friend Marc Bekoff recently wrote a piece on the idiocy of the time-honored tradition called “running with the bulls”. Marc has less of a potty mouth than myself . . . well, that or either Psychology Today will not let him title his post what I titled mine–so, thanks The Other Journal for being so awesome! (I don’t think those guys are even paying attention to me anymore.)
I thought I would share this lovely collection of bulls with trimmed horns, tied to their tormentors and soon to be killed, exacting at least some sense of . . . well, I don’t want to say revenge (as they are simply defending themselves from what I’m told is the “superior” species), so let’s call it, just desserts. A bit of karma tossed back at the, um, superior species. The civilized species. The “made in the image of God” species that, theologically, is supposed to be the servant species to all species.
Oh, the naivete runs deep in this one.
Here ya go.
Enjoy . . . maybe?