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bullfighting and other evils - Mario Vargas Llosa
Enemies of bullfighting is wrong to believe that bullfighting is a pure exercise of evil in the irrational masses to overturn an atavistic hatred against the beast. Indeed, behind the Fiesta, there is a loving and devoted cult in which the bull is king, the bulls won there because there are runs and not vice versa, if the party disappears, inevitably disappear with it all herds of bulls, and these in turn to carry forward the Bonanca vegetative life, swallowing grass in the pastures and away flies with their tails they want abolitionists, will the simple absence, and I dare to assume that if left to choose between being a bull or not, it is likely that the magnificent beasts, a symbol of life energy from the Cretan civilization, choose what they are now rather than nothing. If the abolitionists
visit a cattle ranch fighting bulls, they would be shocked to see the infinite care, dedication, and the excessive effort, not to mention the material cost which means raising a bull from being in the womb until it exits to the plaza and the freedom and privileges it enjoys. Therefore, although some people seem paradoxical, only in bullfighting countries such as Spain, France, Mexico, Venezuela, Colombia, Ecuador, Peru and Portugal, we love the bulls with passion, so there are nuances that these strains have to do with local traditions and customs constitute an entire culture that has created and cultivated with great dedication and pure love without a variety of animals whose existence is a very significant part of the work of García Lorca, a Hemingway, a Goya, a Picasso, to name just four of the very long line of artists of all genres for which the party has been a source of inspiration for teachers creations, would be quite impoverished.
Is it morally serious violence that may result from aesthetic and artistic reasons than pleasure derives from the ventral?, I wonder after reading an article by Albert impressive Boadella (ABC 04.18.1904) accusing Pharisees who horrified by the cruelty of bullfighting request to close the streets, and have no qualms in choking yet tasty Catalan sausages. What requires the development of the quality of this exquisite delicatessen Mediterranean? that two million pigs live their entire lives in just two square feet, while constantly trying to elevate your legs on a flowing bars by their droppings, their only movement possible is reduced to slightly tilt his head to eat feed, as transport to slaughter is carried out under identical conditions.
pigs are not only brutally tortured to satisfy the palate of human whimsical, almost no edible animal to increase appetite and enjoyment of the guest, not be subjected without anyone seem to care much, a baroque variety of tortures and atrocities, from the liver of birds artificially inflated to produce the silky pâté, to lobsters and shrimp are tossed alive into boiling water because apparently the final agonizing spasm experienced charred flesh seasoned with a special bonus, and the crab to which a leg is amputated at birth for the other is deformed and dramatically and provide more food to fine taster.
I say about hunting and fishing, so widespread and prestigious sports on five continents, it is true that Anglo-Saxon countries, there are periodic campaigns against fox hunting, animal is gutted by the thousands at each station is just open season for the sheer pleasure of killing hunter shot an animal whose meat is not going to eat and whose skin is not going to entertain, but also true that if the reproduction is not somehow contained within certain limits, would end up causing real ecological disaster. As for fishing, an activity that so far as I know, with the exception of whaling, it has not mobilized against the militant animal rights front or the peace at any cost. I recommend to lovers of literature and especially sadistic practitioners of sadism, read an article where Luis Maria Anson ("The recreational fishing and bullfighting," "The Reason" 28/11/2004) describes the details of the pike fishing on a river between the mountains caracoles Swiss. Although different, no blood flows, the operation is a refinement in the performance of the cruelty that makes the hair stand on end, especially at the end of the long agony when the fish, with the palate and destroyed by the triple hook tip, is dying suffocated with bulging eyes and astonished between tail going off in slow motion. Mal
many consolation of fools, I'm not trying to prove anything to these examples that could extend to infinity, but saying that if it comes to putting an end to the violence that humans inflict on the animal world to feed , dress, play and enjoy, ideal perfectly legitimate, indeed healthy and generous offers frightful consequences, we must make a definitive and comprehensive, without exception, yet at the same time sacrificing the bulls and the zoo and of course the gastronomic pleasures especially carnivores and fur, and all clothing and utensils, leather goods , skin and mop up campaigns and eradication of certain species of insects and vermin. What fault can have the female Anopheles transmit malaria, plague, rat and bat rabies?, Is perhaps humans exterminated carriers of AIDS, infectious syphilis or cold?, Better than the world reaches that utopian perfection in which man and animals enjoyed the same rights and privileges, but of course is not the same duties, because no one will understand a hungry tiger or a snake that was moody prohibited by morality and the laws morning to a biped or strike him a peck. While there is utopia to materialize, I will continue defending bullfighting so beautiful and exciting can be a matter of course, trying to drag them to anyone who rejects them because they're bored, or because violence and blood in them runs repugnant.
also repugnant to me because I am a more peaceful, and I think that happens to the vast majority of fans, what moves us and embellished in a good run, is just the fascinating combination of grace and wisdom, courage and inspiration of a bullfighter and the bravery, nobility and elegance of a bull, get a good task, in that mysterious complicity that binds, overshadow all the pain and risk invested in it, creating images that participate at the same time the integrity of the music and dance movement, plasticity pictorial art and the depth of a theatrical ephemeral. Something that is rite and improvisation, and is loaded at a given moment in religion, myth and symbolism that represents the human condition, that mystery that is made this life of ours, there is only thanks to its counterpart which is death.
Bullfights in the spell remind us that we join in the good afternoon, how precarious is the existence and as a result of this fragile and perishable nature that is yours, can be incomparably wonderful. Mario Vargas Llosa
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