 What is it about the obvious joy, which more than enough species in human form derive from inflicting premeditated pain on all manner of other beings that share this sphere with us? Please don’t think that the preceding words, joined into a sentence making a statement and ending with a question mark is really a question. It wasn’t, isn’t and unfortunately never will be, because the answer to any such question is so bloody obvious as to be pathetic to even ponder. The question mark is there due to the annoyance of computer minded anal grammar reminder technology.
The Bali Street Dog does not deserve to be kicked in the head, chest, back, legs and flanks. Nothing deserves such treatment and everything recoils from such action. In cases where there are unavoidable situations when self defense is the only option left, then no issue in doing what is needed to stop a continued attack. But when a Bali Street Dog is on the street, eating scraps of throwaway street food and minding its own business while cleaning up everyone else’s business, to be kicked in the head for good measure, well WTF. Cruelty is a reality in a generalized game of cloaked cowardice, to bully and torture is indicative of insecurity and disconnect from the victim. But what is even more worrisome and unacceptable in so called civilized communities, is the turn a blind eye mentality that pervades as the treatment is meted out. So, as another morning of short cutting through narrow back ways to avoid growing traffic congestion began, nothing could prepare for the scene that was about to occur a short distance ahead. The old Bali Street Dog couldn’t have been more unprepared for the attack as he licked the remnants of rice grains from a tossed brown paper wrapper. His male attacker was completely prepared for what he had in mind and as he decelerated his scooter to edge alongside the feeding dog, the head stomp was nearly as audible as the anguished scream. The glance between of glee and grimace was only matched by the sound of a coward revving up to escape what could have been a justified canine retaliation. No culture, no religion and no dogma can be hidden behind when a choice is made to knowingly inflict such atrocities to any other being of any form. So when the shock of being chased down was bad enough, when pulling up alongside was unacceptable and when the questions of why and how dare were met with excuses and verbal insults, there was only one more question to ask. “You call yourself a man of belief and you chose to do that, shame”. There was and is no answer to that question because unlike the opening lines to this tale, that is not a question, it’s a statement of fact. You did it, simply because you could. Shame on you.
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