It’s been going on for a while now, all over the place it’s an ongoing activity in one form or another. Dolphins get done in by it, whales suffer for science under it, kangaroos are killed through it and even humans are not immune from its collateral colloquialism, although in the human realm culling is replaced with murder or population control or genocide. The art of the cull is a very broad brush stroke indeed, carried out only when there is a need, of course. To cull is to carry out a selective slaughter of wild animals for the purpose of whatever is deemed to be desirable in the best interests of all else but the slaughtered, obviously.
Bali Street Dogs don’t get their insides shredded by way of explosive tipped harpoons, or have their heads filled with lead after being picked off from a distance on the crosshairs of high calibre gunnery. Bali Street Dogs don’t get culled and they aren’t killed and not murdered, they undergo sweeping. Leaves get swept, dust gets swept and even the webs of spiders get swept, dog sweeping really doesn’t sound that bad and maybe therein resides the ruse.
Sweeping away Bali Street Dogs is certainly not done with a big broom or a designer pastel coloured brush and fancy pan, unfortunately no such rhythmic swishing and swooshing of the woofing is forthcoming. An ancient descendent of the wonderful wolf, a long lived linkage for the loved and pampered modern day pooch and the dog that science states has answers to the questions we haven’t even asked yet, gets swept.
As the world’s most powerful leaders prepare to majestically sweep onto Bali, the Bali Street Dog will be ceremoniously swept aside.
As the shapers and movers dine on all things fine, the Bali street dog will have strychnine, to hasten the end of their line.