Bulls-1, Humans-0

It's that time of year again - The Running of the Bulls in Pamplona, Spain. Each and every year, this archaic tradition induces full body peals of laughter every time I hear/read/see that some lame excuse for a human being has been gored by some helpless, confused, stressed out bulls, who have been trotted out for our sick pleasures.

Having a member of the bovine family chase me through the streets is about as appealing as having, say, an rabid pit bull do the same. Yet, the minute an animal does what an animal is naturally built to do, and attacks because of the stupidity of the human race; we get angry, indignant, and insist that the poor creature get put down. After all, we are the "intelligent" species, right? Sigh.

I say we call for a new tradition - The Running of the Nudes. It's harmless and fun, and you don't have to worry about suffering the same fate as a bull.