In Defense of Cock Fighting

Admit it; you clicked the title thinking this was going to be about weiner dueling.

Actually, today's jabberfest is about the actual sport of cock fighting and bull fighting, and how a bunch of scruffy hippies are fucking it up.

Listen you tofu dripping wussbags: that bull, the one whose rights you are so nobly defending, or the fighting cock you are donating 10% of your latest cafe latte purchase to...those animals are fucking warriors, warriors worth 10 of your stinking "progressive" carcass any day of the week.  You take that bull and you turn him out in some field, he's going to get bored and ram the fence down, then go find himself a matador, likely an unwilling matador, and the cock is going to go out and fight himself a hawk.  These animals are bred for violence, and they are proud.  All you have to do is look at one to see the pride; your vaunted "empathy" never told you that, did it?  That animal stands tall and dies honorably, which no one will ever say for you.

No, you're too busy out there trying to save these poor bulls and roosters.  But fuck you.  Those critters are better off than you are, and the absolute worst thing you can do to these proud, beautiful creatures and their centuries old tradition is turn them into a bunch of fucking milksops like yourself.

Fuck you very much, "Progress."