YardFlix. This Tuesday. 7pm. Hope to see you there!

Well, it's that time of season . . . that glorious time where we hear in the news about how many Spaniards died by being gored by bulls in Pamplona. Ah yes, there's nothing more joyous than Dead Spaniard Season, a wonderful yearly occurrence that allows the rest of the world to realize just how loco our amigos across the Ocean truly are.

The Pamplona festival is a wacky celebration of . . . well, why don't we let Rafael from Valencia tell us, as he told a reporter for MSNBC.com:

"Why am I running? I love bulls and I love parties."

HELL YEAH! If you're from Alabama and you say that, you're considered the biggest redneck alive . . . of course, since Rafael's Spanish, he just has a colorful charm that provides insight into these wonderful peoples.

Horse shit. Rafael's a redneck jerkass (I bet you money he owns a Tim McGraw shirt), and so is anyone else that would willingly get drunk (not just "get drunk" . . . they party for twenty hours straight, THEN they bring out the cattle) and stand in front of angry stampeding bulls, whose sole mission in life is to wipe these tourist fucks from the face of the earth. When you watch footage of Pamplona, you can almost see the bulls saying, "Having fun now, gringo? ARE YOU HAVING FUN NOW!!?!?!?!"

Yes, every day we see things that stupefy us, and make us realize that there are entirely too many stupid people allowed to mouth-breathe their way through life. The Pamplona festival is a consolation for those of us with common sense. We can always take comfort that at least one, maybe two, dumbasses are removed from the planet every year.

Gracias, EspaÀa, por enrarecer la manada, un moron a la vez!

This is the MangyDog, over and out.