The old gods haven't left us. They never will as long as some of us keep to the old pagan ways. As long as some among us remain so blood thirsty, that they have to see blood, and have to smell it, taste it, watch it flow, the old gods will remain. The old gods will never wander far away, as long as they are fed. Fed? Yes, fed with the spiritual juice of the blood lust.

In Spain and in Mexico too, in places where the beastly gods reign high over the arenas, where for sport -- Well, this is not about sport, there is no sport in this, just blood entertainment -- blood soaked entertainment for men and women.

Mommies and daddies, young children too, spend afternoons enjoying the blood treat that the old pagan gods give them. They watch with glee the taunting, torturing, the humiliation, then the killing of -- whom? Christians? No, that was in Nero's time and in ancient Rome, where the blood of martyrs, for their Faith in the non pagan God, was spilled to please the spectators' appetite for blood. This is the 21st century, martyrs are not slaughter, no human dies, this is not the era of human sacrifice, only of animal sacrifice, for the amusement of the crowd, that keeps to the old pagan ways.

Good darn! Isn't karma something? Heaven, be praise! In Northern Spain, while the pagans sat ready to see a bull die, the bull leaped out of the ring, into the stands and charged the crowd. Oh my! Spectators had to run for their lives! See the video.

The old gods probably were laughing their heads off. They are glad to see blood, tickled to see animals, non human or not, frightened nearly out of their skins and running scared for their lives.

See the video. Of course the humans have the guns and the numbers. The bull is overpowered and captured, and he cries. And he cries.

Final word for this post: Yes, I hate bullfighting. It is pagan. It is wicked. It is animal cruelty. It has no place in the modern world.