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I have fondness for bulls. Be art, but art bores me, that makes me yawn (Yaaaauum). I've always found that if a matador is conveniently smeared his face and gives him a saxophone is easily converted into the formal-list of typical pairs of clowns. Perhaps mine is a deficiency of aesthetic or artistic training, nor have I ever understood the beauty of the work of Miquel Barceló chapapotesca, which gives me rather disgusted (Ecssss). Therefore, what the ban on bullfighting in Catalonia has left me indifferent Basante deep. A new victory of animalism, exaggeration oversensitive, as more or less qualified him at the time Bernard Häring of his famous The Law of Christ (and it rained). Some
radio station has insisted insistently interpret it as another small step in the path of Catalan separatism, is what happens at this time of summer arrives the pure weary weary become practical. Let them. Personally, I think the company Prou \u200b\u200band have carefully worked, as it increasingly curran those Progat and the like. There is a majority mentality conducive to sympathy with animals, that's all. In principle, it seems necessary evil. But when one hears such statements is treacherous and tortuous Puigcercós speaking of moral progress, respect for life, a future that we are not ashamed, one can not help that it may upset the gut. In case anyone does not remember, ERC wanted decriminalization of abortion up to week 22. I wonder: do you really is so clear that a human fetus of 22 weeks did not "suffer" to be aborted? For this reason, the meanness that sometimes reaches a level that is no longer the boring (Yaaaauum) or disgust (Ecssss), but is passed directly to vomit (Puajjjjjj), you forgive.