It's that time of the year again in Espania when the mindless bastards goad and torment the magnificent bulls to the arena for eventual slaughter . Those running with the unfortunate creatures deserve to be injured or killed for participating in this torture of one of natures most mighty creations . Once in the arena the bull is subjected to a process of slow humiliation by the poofters dressed more suitably for a G & S presentation or brown hatters convention . Prodded and poked until that big hero plunges his sword into the heart of the now exhausted animal . Heros , entertainment , I think not , barbarity at its lowest , bastards .