I think I could turn and live with animals, they’re so placid and self contain’d,
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition,
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins,
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God,
Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things,
Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago,
Not one is respectable or unhappy over the earth.
— Walt Whitman, excerpt from “Song of Myself”
2010.05.21 AP Photo/Domingo Botan
Spartacus bull should've lived, man
In 2010, matador Julio Aparicio was gored in the face. The bull’s horn went right through his throat and up under his jaw right out of his mouth. He was picked up like a rag doll (the image furthered by Aparicio’s pink socks) and tossed to the ground. Aparicio was saved by surgeons while the bull was killed by fellow matadors.
The question is, why let one live and not the other? Hadn’t the bull earned his right to live? That Spartacus bull gored his bully. Who was his advocate? He was maimed during the incident, all to the crowd’s excitement. But then their hands covered their eyes (well they were all peeking, who’m I fooling) and mouths dropped agape.
Humans are pussies. Why do people say a person doesn’t have balls anyways? Clearly testicles are the most sensitive area on a man - pussies can take a pounding. We’re all just a bunch of turkeys when you boil it right down. Spartacus bull’s a hero. And Julio Aparicio’s a big fat turd. Enjoy seeing him get gored. Karma’s on the house tonight.
