I’ve more sympathy for the endless stream of bulls routinely tortured, bled and slaughtered by bullfighters than I do for the gored Matador. He at least chose his cruel, cowardly and ultimately unmanly profession.
I would suggest that I wish the Matador had been gored in the testicles. But I know
that no man who dresses in flamboyant, tight, glittery clothes and slaughters a captive, taunted, half-bled to death, speared animal with a sword –for a living–has ever had any balls.
A. Darius Kamali