In Morrissey’s 2014 song “The Bullfighter Dies,” a bullfighter dies: killed in the arena by a bull, naturally. And the crowd is delighted. Sings Moz: “Hooray! Hooray! The bullfighter dies! And nobody cries.” (If you want to lose your appetite for a week, watch this fan-made video for the song, in which the realities of bullfighting are laid pretty bare.) Two weeks ago in Mexico, the bullfighter Karla de los Angeles was gored twice in the arena. She didn’t die. (I don’t know what happened to the bull. Probably he was put to death? If not, he’ll be killed soon enough.) Moz offered a reaction to the event (via the blog True To You), saying he “felt delight this week to see serial killer Karla de los Angeles justifiably gored in a bullring in Mexico City against her largely defenseless opponent.”

Morrissey has a tendency to take this stuff a few steps too far, but I’ll give him this: If I had the stomach to watch bullfighting, I’d be rooting for the bull, too. Which is about as useful as rooting for Janet Leigh in Psycho: No matter how many times you watch it, she’s gonna get slaughtered. Morrissey is correct when he says of bullfighting, “For the torment and slaughter of each bull there is an avowed plan and a strict script, so therefore there is no possibility of a contest of any kind … Whenever the matador is suddenly at a disadvantage, other matadors rush to her/his aid, and they stab the bull.”

Anyway, telling people you “felt delight” in witnessing an actual human being getting gored by a bull is maybe trolling, but I think “nobody cries” is pretty fair. Here’s Moz’s response in full.