By Patricia Lefave, Monophrenic
A
group of buddies known as the Sphincter Crew decides to have them a
little 'fun' after spotting a stray dog walking along a path in the
park, minding its own business and smelling flowers.
The
Sphincter crew chases the dog into an old abandoned building and
backs him into a corner. They then tease the dog for hours so they
can “get a reaction.” the whole time they are doing it of course
they are laughing like this is the most 'fun' they have ever had and
there is much of that forced laughter routine going back and forth.
You know the kind I mean...? That idiot bonding bit...hooo hooo
hooo.....These are the same types that laugh at beheadings and yell
and mock the victims of lynchings and stonings. The good old boys.
Finally
after much effort, the boys get them a good reaction. Since 'flight'
has proved impossible, the dog begins to snarl viciously and bares
his fangs...he is getting ready to fight for his life.
The
leader of the Sphincters then whips out his cell phone1
and calls the Humane society to report a dangerous animal is loose.
When the control officer arrives, he see a dog snarling, baring his
teeth and his hackles up. He thanks the leader of the sphincters for
calling it in as ''You never know what a mad dog might be going to
do.”
The
control officer then shoots the dog with a tranquilizer dart, hooks
him around the neck with a choke chain on a long pole and drags him
struggling and whimpering to a cage and loads him into the transport
so that he can be taken to a quiet room and watched for twenty four
hours. Sure enough, as soon as the tranquilizer started to wear off,
the dog began to struggle to get free of the cage and snarled when
anyone went near him.
So
they judged the dog to be an obvious danger to others and then the
next day including they killed him for the good of the community.
They
called the Sphincter leader and thanked him for his community
service. He said he was just glad he could help. Then he and his two
buddies went out for the evening to see if they could find any swans
or flamingos down by the river.
What
is wrong with this story?
Let
me give you a few hints. The Humane Society was treating effects, not
causes. They drugged reactions
and did not even glance at any stimuli nor consider that there may be
a problem with the Sphincter Crew that the Humane Society did not
understand. Instead, they enabled, supported and reinforced the
behaviour of the Crew, no questions asked.
The
moral of this little parable?
ALL
living beings who get backed into inescapable and intolerable
positions are left with no solution other than the fight or flight
response. At times, both are used when the helpless and hopeless one
decides to take a member or two of the Sphincter Crew out with him.
This does not have to happen.
If
the Humane Society did something about the Sphincter Crew BEFORE
they drive the dogs mad, all lives would be saved including
the lives of the Crew members and none of them would be a 'danger to
themselves or others. '
So
am I advocating for the Humane Society to shoot tranquilizers darts
into everyone
before they try anything? On the contrary. I am suggesting you start
paying attention to the travels
of the Sphincter Crew as they chase the dogs, swans and flamingos
into abandoned buildings to have them a little “fun” at the
expense of those who doing nothing more than minding their own
business while they took a walk to smell the flowers and ended up
“mad” or dead for trying
to get out
of inescapable situations.
1Which
his mommy got him for his birthday in case the poor boy needs a ride
home from downtown on Friday nights.
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