Take a Bow, The Night is Over - Bullfight, Madrid Spain

Madonna glamorized the bullfight, or deglamorized it, not really sure, sorta like my feelings for her, a love hate relationship. When leading a boring life, I resort to digging up bones, and posting about the past. This post is sure to raise a brow on the beastmaster, who loves all animals and hates to see them hurt, much less tourtered.

The site is Madrid, Spain, Plaza De Toros, 3 summers back. The fighters fighting that night are meant to be quite famous bullfighters.

The plaza is half empty (Madonna was right in the song) and it stayed half empty. You buy tickets based on the amount of sun / shade / half sun, half shade. So we could see a little of both, we purchased the half sun half shade tickets.

Here comes the madness. They let the bull out in the ring, and immediately it spies the 'stabber dude' on the blinded / padded horse.

The bull charges the horse and the stabber dude stabs the bull as it rams the horse. This is done to wear the bull down, to make it an 'even' match, because obviously the matador is no match for the bull. As the blood rushes out of the bull's back, this is when the touristy families, who had no idea of the blatant violence, leave the plaza.

OK, then the 'sheet dudes' come out and basically run the shit out of the bull tiring it further, about 4 to 5 of them toy with the beast.

If this isn't bad enough, the second set of stabber dudes come out and stab the bull in the back with these spears. When it's all said and done its about 6 to 8, depending on the aggressiveness and tenacity of the bull.

Then the 'mighty' matador comes out, after the bull has been stabbed, ran to death, and speared, with his dreaded red cape. He does some trademark bullfighters tactics and techniques that makes the crowd OOOHOHH! and AHHHH!

Then its time for the final face-off. Face to face with the bull, the bullfighter takes the sword and rams it down the bulls back. If it is a seasoned bullfighter and he hits the heart right away, the bull is killed instantly.

'Lucky' for us, there were some rookies there on the evening, and they didn't get the 'kill shot' the first time, so one of the matador's cronies comes out with a little bowie knife and pokes the bull in the brain.

If all this isn't inhumane enough, a caravan of horses come to drag the dead bull out of the plaza, while trumpets triumphantly sound.

The bullfight culminates with touristy Texans taking a picture while the ground crew cleans the 'field,' very much similar to that of a baseball game.

My sentiments on bullfighting, damn it's primitive, and to think the republic of rome during the roman empire did this to humans, as other humans cheered this debauchery. My how the times have changed.