After witnessing a bullfight firsthand, I have no desire to see it again. I have no problem with killing animals for food, but torturing them does nothing for me.
Here is a brief history of Spanish bullfighting, as written by a matador. coloquio.com/toros/bullhist.html
He mentions that it is more of a dance than a sport, and the beauty lies in the dexterity and gracefulness of the matador as he dodges the charging bull. I could see that aspect, but I couldn’t silence the more immediate instinct to put a suffering animal out of its misery. Regardless of grace, he is still out there toying with a seriously injured animal for entertainment.
As my Dad said while we were watching it, “If I had my pistol I’d run out there and shoot him in the head.” I wasn’t sure which one he was talking about.
Music is Vicera Eyes by The Mars Volta