What saves rodeo, and by extension bullfighting, is risk. An 85kg chap against a 1000kg horned beast - fair fight, yes? A level playing field, nobility and the real spectre of death tend to mitigate bloodiness.
Let's remember rodeo stands in stark contrast to the valiant 'hunters' who bag Africa's big game from the safe end of a rifle.
Laws' and Hill's dust-up delineates neatly the conundrum of an increasingly enlightened but agrarian-anchored New Zealand.
But as robust as his case is, methinks Laws rationalising rodeo on the basis of a lack of cruelty evidence is, ironically, somewhat insentient.
Admittedly, the beef-eating Neanderthal within me would love to head along to the next local rodeo.
Yet the alpha-species within means our onus is to acknowledge the obvious inference available to all right-minded individuals that these animals aren't having much fun.
As the most progressive, privileged and sentient beings of all, we should lead this pastime to pasture.