The Running of the Bulls is a popular if relatively ineffective means of thinning out the gene pool of complete asstards. Though not as effective as bungy jumping, the Running of the Bulls has enjoyed a small amount of success in ridding the planet of a few morons over the years.
The most well-known Running of the Bulls event is held annually at the asshole of Spain, also called Pamplona. Here they call the event encierro, which is Spanish for "Darwin Would Love This Shit".
edit San Fermin
The event in Pamplona is marketed as a "festival" and given an exotic name to attract the appropriate participants. Ostensibly this festival is intended to commemorate some idiot Spanish Saint who did his part for the gene pool by getting himself martyred for Jesus, but nobody cares about that since the bulls took the festival over.
edit The Runners
Anyone who wants to may participate in the event. Prospective applicants simply need to pass a very lenient entry requirement that nobody needs to verify: they simply need to be retarded enough to believe that the threat of getting gored while running from a pack of angry bulls constitutes the thrill of a lifetime. In other words, you qualify simply by being dumb enough to want to qualify.
edit The Running
Each year's collection of mouth-breathers is bunched together, invariably without incident or protest, in front of a gate, behind which impatiently wait a large group of massive angry bulls.
The runners ask San Fermin to protect them before the run begins. To this day, the blessed Saint Fermin has yet to tell a single one of them to simply not stand there when the bulls are let out, but to go somewhere else. Most of the runners survive the idiocy, which they identify as proof of Fermin's protection.
When the participants are ready, the bulls are released to run through the crowd, charging, goring, hurling and otherwise attacking whichever of the well-deserving idiots they can get their horns on. Inexplicably, the participants squeal with delight at their impending doom. They also wear attractive red kerchiefs and whack the bulls on the head with rolled-up newspapers, because apparently, angry is just not angry enough for these wastes of otherwise perfectly good human flesh.
Each year at San Fermin, a small group of moron-lovers gather to protest the event, claiming that it constitutes cruelty to morons. They believe that morons should not be left to perish at the hands of their own stupidity, but ought to be coddled and protected from themselves by legal interdiction. They also claim that the bulls themselves do not enjoy the opportunity they are given to help in the cause of moron eradication, but this is absurd - a line of clearly faulty reasoning.
edit Deaths and Maimings
Unfortunately, only 15 of these knuckledraggers have been put out of the world's misery since the event began here in 1924. In excess of 200 severe maimings have failed to produce the desired final result, but not for the lack of trying on the part of the majestic beasts. Each year between 200 and 300 of the runners suffer minor injuries that fortunately fail to discourage them from trying to get killed the following year.
But let us not be discouraged by these low numbers. Though we would prefer a greater success rate, any event that does even as little as this to promote a higher average global intelligence ought not to be discounted. Viva San Fermin!