You’re a rooster trapped in a miserable cockfighting life. You’ve been brought up this way by cruel humans, and you have no choice but to fight other roosters to the death. An awful way to live. But when the ostensible good guys rushed in last weekend and shut down a large cockfighting operation, “they were forced to euthanize nearly 150 roosters found at a Southern California home.” I don’t know about you but if I was a fighting rooster, I would rather keep fighting and live my life, however miserable, rather than be killed by the authorities. The miserable gladiator is always in a better spot than a dead one.