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After House majority leader Tom DeLay redrew his old rival Martin Frost's district out of existence a year ago, Frost, a veteran Congressman, decided to stand in another one, the 32nd. The incumbent there, freshman Pete Sessions, suddenly faces a pit bull of a campaigner in a battle that will probably be the most expensive House race in the country, with each side expected to spend $4 million. With the candidates trading charges of poster stealing and arguing over who is tougher on child kidnappers, neither one may come out of this ugly fight looking like a winner...
...It’s not like Bull Connor is waiting at the door to protect [council president] Matt Mahan, but it’s still better to have more minorities on the inside to help you out,” Terry said...
...follow John as he climbs up and over several rows of cattle fence to the pen where my beginner is waiting. Another John, the 7th-ranked bull rider in Australia, wraps thick tape around the wrist of my glove, as John the younger straddles the bull and helps a man who could be his father tie a rope around the bull’s flank. (This, Kimbo had explained, is what makes the bull buck, by irritating his genitals. I guess I’d be kicking and snorting...
...more than it should. This memory ran in repeat in my mind as the bullriders told me to sit down, then back, then up, then place my hand, no the other way, tighten, release, hold this rope, open again, hold another rope, sit up on your hand, ok. The bull is still but for the vague vibrations of muscle and bone, and sitting on it feels like straddling the back of a suede couch with a massage setting and, incidentally, horns. My nerves boil over into panic, and I grasp for a question I haven’t asked yet?...
...older guy smiles at me and pats the bull on its hindquarters. “Down!” he says, and the door opens and faster than I can perceive we’re out in the arena and the bull flings its head back and my body follows. The momentary relief I feel at no longer being on the bull dulls the pain of impact but is instantly replaced with the realization that I’m still fucking tethered to the thing. I scramble to unwind the rope from my hand as I’m dragged...