For some strange reason at work today we got into talking about bullfighting..That got me to thinking on the subject a bit. Perhaps if we're talking about Mexico maybe, or an American Spaniard learning his ancestors' craft; they may well accept you calling them a "Bullfighter."
But if you were to call a classically trained Spanish Matador that; he'd be very insulted. You might even find yourself in a fight..
You see, to the Matador, it's not a fight..The outcome is predetermined. The bull is already dead. It's his job to bring it there while dominating the whole way through..
He's an architect of what is ordained..And if he fails, he's failed fate itself and is less than nothing..
To some extent, that is me..
I am El Matador..When I argue with you on this board the outcome is not a question. I've already won before I've even started. My task is to bring you to the point where you realize that too..
And on the rare occasions I've failed..Well; I know how that "bullfighter" feels if he doesn't kill his bull..
The loss of honor is a palpable thing to me..
But it makes me all the greater in my fervency for engineering your defeat on our next go around..
Well, Sweet Dreams!