…from the quill of Antisthenes the Younger
This has nothing whatsoever to do with Malcolm Turnbull – bulls are noble animals. I want to write about bulls and ‘running with the bulls’ in Spain. The bull runs are entirely voluntary, at least for human participants. The practice started, apparently, a long time ago when amateurish male population of a town assisted professionals in chasing bulls into a bull fighting arena. Probably due to the macho peer pressure, fomented no doubt by female population, the altruistic custom had been turned on its head – now to impress females one has to run away from bulls. If you have forgotten – the Pamplona bull-running fiesta is in honour of San Fermin. The distance is about 800 metres, and if you don’t get injured the first day, or are too hang-over, you have seven (eight?) more chances. This July twelve people were injured. Ernest Hemingway wrote about the fun in 1926 “The Sun Also Rises”.
As all non-marxist traditions it is also under attack. The feministas and metro-sexual wimps in Spain agitate to ban it, ostensibly on the grounds of cruelty to animals. Watching the runs on the Spanish television a rational observer has to come to a conclusion that the bulls, though appearing somewhat confused by the target rich environment, actually enjoy it and it is an occasional unfit tourist who is cruelly treated by an animal.
It is, of course, the overwhelming desire to control others that is behind the protests; and additionally, “voluntary” is a dirty word for Leftists. They prefer community organisers to tell the plebs what to do, what to enjoy and what is ‘haram’.
Bull fights have been conducted in Spain since approximately 711 A.D. It was aristocratic equestrian sport. In about 1724 it was banned by King Felipe V, who believed it to be a bad example to the public. The plebs, unwilling to forgo an amusement but unwilling to risk an injury to a horse, continued on foot and unarmed. If, at this stage, you discern some similarity with the ban on greyhound racing by LibNats’ Government in NSW…well, you are not alone.
Hemingway’s Death in the Afternoon (1932) is the acclaimed classic on the subject and I steal one back-cover description: “Hemingway’s passion for Spain and for the bullfight is famous … he shares the sights, the sounds, the excitement and, above all, the knowledge which fuelled this passion for ‘the emotional and spiritual intensity and pure classic beauty that can be produced by a man, an animal, and a piece of scarlet serge draped on a stick’.”
In Spain about one million followers watches the bullfights every year. Not being of bullish nature I only guess that a bull would prefer to die when free and able to inflict some damage on his tormentor – there is no such opportunity in abattoirs. Such bull sets a bad example to plebs and that’s why the Left hates it. They prefer the hoi polloi to die like a sheep.
If not the excuse of animal cruelty, any fanciful excuse to increase control over the population would do. La Tomatina started in Bunol, Valencia, Spain in 1945. It happens on last Wednesday in August, so you can still make it. Leftists object even to tomato fights – according to them those tomatoes could feed thousands of needy people, ignoring the facts, as they are accustomed, that “refugees” already in Europe want free internet, not rotten tomatoes; that tomatoes would be even more rotten by the time the taxpayers would fork out for the transport to Africa; that flood of tomatoes on the third world markets would be disincentive to grow their own (only joking); and that in any case ammunition for the starving peoples’ kalashnikovs is the higher priority. Of course, the real aim of the Left is make normal people feel guilty about everything the Left does not approve.
Simply, the so called high moral ground which the Left usurps is just a heap of bullshit.