Stupid, stupid Charles

Hey what’s up people!!!??!! This is dial 99.11 and you are listening to the radio…. No, okay it´s a joke, this is not a radio. You are not even listening to me so just forget about this. Sorry.

Well, I’m Charles and today I’m going to… start a game. About Minesweeper. Okay no. What I’m going to do is to talk about a feeling. We all remember things about the past. Sometimes we remember the past as something beautiful. Other times, we remember things that we did in the past, and the only thing that we want to do is to travel back in time, and to kill ourselves for the thing that we did. I want to talk about that feeling, that I call “stupid, stupid Charles”.

The most common stupid, stupid Charles´ feelings that I normally have, deals with homework. Even when I have one month to do my homework, I always do it in the last minute (literally), in that moment you always say: why didn't I do it before. And you would have that feeling that I am saying.

There is always some moment in everybody's life which somehow illustrates the feeling that I’m explaining. And it is our childhood. For example, I remember that I liked high school music (I was a very stupid child). Nowadays, if a man likes a film that is mostly produced for girls, his friends won't care (well maybe not, my friends are going to hit me when they discover the film that I liked XP). However when I was young (I’m saying as if I were an old man, but I’m just 16 years old) if your friends discover that you liked that film, you´d miss them.

I thought that to like that film was very normal, and I decided to confess it to one of my friends. I did it, but that day I had to suffer a lot of bullying. Stupid, stupid Charles.

Another similar feeling that I have, occurred some years ago. I had a friend in my neighbourhood, and there was a new guy in the neighbourhood. The new guy and my friend became friends, but I didn´t like the new guy. One day, a cold day, they were playing football in the street and I saw then. I was a little b****** and I told my friend to come to my house, but he couldn't bring the new guy. He accepted, and he told the new guy to wait some minutes there. My friend and I spent like one hour playing Call of Duty. When suddenly my mother arrived and she told us that the new guy was waiting outside (we forgot about him and he had been waiting for us for an hour, outside on a cold day) the funniest thing is that my friend decided to go outside, told him to go home, and we continued playing Call of Duty. The most ironical thing is that now, the guy that was waiting outside, is my one of my best friends, and the other guy is like nothing to me. Since that day, I stopped having prejudices.

QUESTION!!! Which is your stupid, stupid Charles moment?

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Bullfighting, no longer an art form

One part of the Spanish population loves bullfighting. They enjoy seeing this “art”. They consider it as an essential part of their culture. They think Spain wouldn’t be anything without it; but, how can they love killing an animal?

Since the 18^th century, Spain has taken the tradition of bullfighting. It was taken from the tradition of the cult and sacrifice to the bulls. However, Spanish people took it wrongly. They started enjoying it, when in the first place it was not for having fun. Therefore, they took this practise to different countries, spreading the torture.

Bulls have never been aggressive animals. They have been bred to form part of a show that may satisfy people’s thirst of entertainment. As with every single animal, if you don’t make them angry, they won’t face you; but we have modified them so much, that they don’t even need anger.

In every Spanish celebration, a bullfight is present. The government has to be aware of the cruelness of this feast. For example, in Medinaceli, Soria, the bull runs through the town with the horns burning. They have to forbid these practices in every territory. Fortunately, some areas have started prohibiting it, but it is not enough. It needs to be banned not only in some areas, but everywhere.

For all these reasons, we have to fight. We have to fight to make these awful traditions change. We have to show everyone who is in favour of killing this animal that it is unfair. We have to show them that if they want to continue with this “art”, the bull and bullfighter should be in the same conditions. We have to end with this “art”. We really need it, and we have to do it as quick as possible.