I noticed on the Twitter feeds that a bronzed Son of Anzac had managed to get himself skewered by El Toro during the Running of the Bulls in Spain.
My first thought was ... "What a frigging idiot! You get what you deserve!"
My second thought was to question how Australians have managed to become such a molly-coddled, politically correct nation of nancy-boys and girls and how nothing like this could occur here, not in a million years!
Let's imagine for one second that some entrepreneur wanted to stage our very own Running of the Bulls in the national capital. On a lazy Sunday in summer it was envisaged that several bulls would be let loose down Bunda Street preceded by any number of idiots that were left over from the previous night's drunken brawls in and around the shit-holes that pass for night clubs in Canberra. The entrepreneur was hoping to replicate the real deal by having no real safety precautions, the crazy, gabbling crowd could mill around anywhere they felt like it. In essence, it would be a right royal circus and a shit fight!
Sounds crazy, sounds dangerous, sounds like an awesome tourist draw card.
Then the Fun Police descend. It would be howled down by animal welfare groups. Feminists would object because it precluded female participation. ACT Government OH&S inspectors would be all over it. The ACT Government, infested with lefties and greenies, would go ballistic. Insurance companies would refuse to cover it. Police would be upset at the traffic disruption and behaviour of the crowds. Church groups would be aghast. Arty-farty citizens of inner north and south would be whining because they couldn't attend their usual city street coffee shops, The National Capital Authority would be belly-aching because it bought colour and vibrancy to the city centre.
I've only just scratched the surface ... it just wouldn't happen.
Once upon a time there were two events held in Canberra which bought life and colour to the place. These were Summernats and the Canberra 400 V8 Supercars. Only Summernats survives. The Canberra 400 was driven from town by the PC wankers of the local ALP supported by the NIMBYs of inner south Canberra. I'm not a fan of motor sport but these two events DID bring people to Canberra. True, they weren't the types you'd see breathlessly wandering the National Gallery or hanging out at the National Library. They were your ordinary, average, everyday bogan Aussie from real towns and communities.
What do we currently have as a tourist draw card in the national capital? A bloody flower show! Nanas and Pops come from all over to marvel at the lovely blooms. Arty types fawn over the various works of art. The food and wine lovers gasp at the various offerings. It's as boring as bat-shit. The only other blips on the radar are various exhibitions at the National Gallery when a collection of paintings by some long dead foreign bloke with an unpronounceable name are slung up on the walls. Oh the excitement!
Let's bring the bulls to Canberra.
I'm going to invest in a new pair of runners though.
Peace!
http://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/news/breaking-news/pamplona-bull-gores-reckless-australian/story-e6freuyi-1226091106467
