April 21, 2026
"Morante, born José Antonio Morante Camacho, is widely regarded as the leading 'torero de arte' of his generation, and deemed by some to be the greatest ever."
"Famed for his mastery of the cape and a style that blends risk, improvisation and aesthetic refinement, critics regularly attribute 'mysticism' to his best performances.... A recent El País commentary called one of his performances a 'virtuosic, stirring, surprising, baroque work — an act of improvisation by an artist who is not of this world, capable of hypnotising, with a supernatural ability entirely alien to modern bullfighting.' Another suggested it would not be surprising 'if a religion were founded in his honour.'..."That's from The London Times., where it looks like this:
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That bull got a new hood ornament.
A surprising work of art. And the creator of a meme to span the ages.
Dress him in mourning.
So, that’s what they mean by “tore him a new ass”?
Nearly recked ‘em.
Damn near killed him.
This bull has a better rocket program than Jeff Bezos.
"A little more to the left. Ahhh, thanks. My hemorrhoids were klling me."
"Now where did I drop my wedding ring? Keep moving, help me find it."
FAFO said the bull.
It would appear that not all critics agree.
A bull adorned with red, white and blue banderillas (meaning "little flags") angered by a Spanish toreador?
One who would not extend landing rights? There’s a Trump meme in there somewhere.
It's not even a very big bull.
46 years old and open about sharing his mental health problems. Hmm.
Old ice fisherman often end up going through the ice, as their senses that once kept them safe have dulled.
Let Hollywood ring the changes. In hospital, in traction, he gets excited at the nurses and falls out of bed. Further injuries. Eventually he is walking with a cane. He dodges moving cars and then gets hit by a golf cart, or one of those scooter/wheelchairs with a senior driver.
Guess he should have stayed retired.
Name other comebacks that failed.
The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice.
Life comes at you fast.
Proof of the old saying that it is better to retire a year too soon than a year too late.
If I came out of retirement there would be a line of bulls at the courthouse ready, willing, and able to gore me in the ass. Why'd you do it, Jose?
Perforate, eviscerate - distinctions worth making.
He's no Bugs Bunny.
With this post and the one about Tim Cook kissing Trump's ass, I think we have our blog theme for the day.
Bulls have a crude sense of humor, but incredible aim.
Enter with epic virtuosity, exit with comedic pain. That's a life lesson that repeats itself beyond the bullring.
"What bullsh*t!"
ow.
One in a million shot.
I went to a bullfight once with my wife. We lasted about 15 minutes. The whole thing was gross.
“Life comes at you fast.”
And that’s no bull.
That pretty much cements my decision not to come out of retirement.
I sense a blog theme.
We almost attended the cockfighting show in San Juan, Puerto Rico -- they had $5 tourist tickets to stand in the back. In preparation we watched some Youtube videos of the sport. No thanks, as it's just roosters with knife blades on their legs cutting and killing each other. We went out to dinner instead.
You know this is going to show up in Gutfeld’s monologue. With the added line: “One man asked if they need a replacement,” and a quick cut to Don Lemon’s picture. CC, JSM
What more can I say that you all haven't already said? He took the bull by the horns. "Look ma, no hands!"
Well, the bull has the satisfaction of knowing that he won the match with the world's greatest bullfighter. Such satisfaction was probably short lived. The bull is always the ultimate loser in these contests. This lesson is applicable to other contests.
My dad always told me: You mess with the bull... You get the horn
I'll bet you're the kind of bull that would gore a person in the ass and not even have the goddam common courtesy to give him a reach-around. I'll be watching you.
Ernest Hemingway said, "There are only three sports: bullfighting, motor racing, and mountaineering; all the rest are merely games." He apparently thought that the chance of dying was what distinguished a sport from a mere game. I'd say competition was the distinguishing factor. There was competition to climb the highest mountains, but it wasn't head-to-head. It was more like competition in business or politics or anything else non-athletic. Man against mountains or man against cows or driver and car against driver and car may be terrifying and heroic, but there's a social element of man against man in sport that's lacking in such activities.
Damn nearly killed him.
Oh, I have to throw my hat in the ring.
He may not have seen that coming, but he'll definitely feel it going.
Apologies for #2,
Advertising for a new opening in the bull fighting world?
In a certain way, that could be considered a humbling experience.
Agony of defeat
I really appreciate the set up for this post. *chef's kiss*
At the tender age of 65 I participated in the Run With the Bulls. (My best buddy's "Bucket List request.) The "course" ended up in the arena where bull fights were to be held. I ran, but passed on the bull fight. Not my cup o' tea. But I await the "no culture is inferior" types why this must be shut down.
But, in related (?) news the run is a multi day event. We ran on day two. News from day one was there were no serious injuries except for one runner being gored in the groin....
"... roosters with knife blades on their legs cutting and killing each other. We went out to dinner instead."
Did you order the chicken?
Carlos: I haven't seen any matador stand his ground like that since Abruza.
McKussic: He's a pussy.
Carlos: He's the finest matador in Mexico.
McKussic: He's a pussy, man.
Carlos: Why is that buddy?
McKussic: I don't know why. Look at him. Look at the matador, man. What does he fucking do? He dresses up in his... spangles and puts on his sequined jacket... and wraps that sash around his waist. Then he puts on his little pink stockings... and his hair up in a little pigtail. I mean, that's a pussy!
Carlos: Carlos: Ah! Whoa!
McKussic: I mean... that's what a bullfight is... it's saying he's a pussy. And we're the bull. I mean, they got that thing and they wave it like a red flag. What do we do? We charge that sucker! And so, they always got the edge, 'cause they always know what we're gonna do. We are fuckin' predictable, man, and they're just gonna stick it in... and break it off and that's it and there's not a fucking thing you can say.
Carlos: [claps] Bravo, buddy! So, what're we gonna do about it?
McKussic: What are we gonna do about it? Well, you die. You fucking die. That's what you do about it.
As they say in Austin, "Hook 'em horns!"
@JAORE: Did you order the chicken?
We went to an Italian place and learned the meaning of "mañana" -- it took 2 hours to get the meal. They had to grow the wheat, make the pasta, cook the pasta, and then serve it.
I also learned that PR taxi prices skyrocket if one looks like a tourist. No shocker.
Slower reactions, lower situational awareness.
This is why you should saw off the horns.
Spanish ass gored by red, white, and blue-flagged bull. On a side-note, London bridge is falling down.
What an asshole.
I hate it when that happens.
Al Gored
Trump will find some way to incorporate this into a Truth. “Hey Spain- think you can withhold landing rights? Think again!” CC, JSM
Back in the 1960s, my granddad used to watch bullfights on TV at his home in Los Angeles.
“ A recent El País commentary called one of his performances a 'virtuosic, stirring, surprising, baroque work — an act of improvisation by an artist who is not of this world, capable of hypnotising, with a supernatural ability entirely alien to modern bullfighting.'”
I don’t know about that, but that photo is definitely a virtuosic, stirring, surprising, baroque work of photographic art. I may get a copy for my wall.
This story brings back memories of loving Matador music that my father played on the record player ...the vinyl record was red... when I was a little kid and the movie Blood and Sand.
The bull disregarded his safe word. I guess "Toro!" was a poor choice.
Rectum? Darned near killed 'im!
I always thought that when this happens the Bull is allowed to live, but per AI that is not the case - they get other matadors to kill it. If that's correct then screw the sport and screw Spain.
If the matador didn't like anal, he should have said something.
Reminds me of the American businessman who was in Spain for a week. At the hotel restaurant he ordered the special. It was delicious. Like plump, juicy dumplings. They were so good he ordered the next day and the next and the next. Then one day instead of the juicy dumplings they were small and tough. He called the waiter over to ask what happened.
"Well senor, every day we have a bullfight, and the daily special is the testicles of the loser."
"Yeah, ok, but why are these so tough and chewy instead of tender like before?"
"Senor, the bull doesn't always lose."
Let the memes commence.
"Mess with a bull, you get the horns" -- Richard Vernon, Assistant Principal
After Lindsey Vonn dismal return, 'Coming Out Of Retirement' claims another victim.
Al Gored, formerly Al Goracle, a weathervane revolutionary.
The guy needs a poem like Ignacio Sanchez Mejias
I took a trip with my brothers to Spain a few years ago. We had one rule: no bullfights.
I want an article on the artistic style of the bull who gored the great artist bullfighter.
The expression "He got the bum rush" works in the USA or the UK, but with different meanings.
Is it a bullfight or an extreme prostate exam?
There are people who would pay for that
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