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A Matter of Great Embarrassment

Picture by Kuenga Tashi, BBS, Monggar
My becoming a vegetarian has nothing to do with the fear of sins and thereby being thrown in the darkest corner of the hell. Some people do not like the taste - they are vegetarians under duress. Some cannot consume meat because they are advised against it by their doctors. Mine is purely out of love and compassion for the animals. 

My assumption is that if I stop eating meat there will be one hungry-mouth less feasting on it. The whole idea is that if we have less mouths feeding on cruelty then there will be fewer merciless knives that take the lives of innocent animals. We worry that we might die soon and perform rimdros or visit doctors. But then people die for meat! Animal cruelty is cruelty like no other. 

But what had happened at a place in Monggar is even worse. The owner of Gashamo suspects that some men are raping their cow. And there were evidence thrown everywhere. That's not all - a few days ago, the inhuman act has left Gashamo with a fractured limb. Now that is a great shame. I did not know men could stoop to that level. It is inhuman - the animalistic behavior must be corrected. 

According to the Penal Code of Bhutan; Section 211: 
A defendant shall be guilty of the offence of bestiality, if the defendant engages in sexual intercourse or other sexual contact with an animal.
Penal Code of Bhutan grades "bestiality" as "petty misdemeanor". That means if a person is found guilty of such offense, then he would be imprisoned from anywhere between a month to less than a year. But it is sick and embarrassing! We have heard of people going to jails for fantasizing sexual acts with their bicycles. 

Authorities should cut off such shameless people's genitals and feed them to dogs. Of course even the dogs won't feed on them, I am sure. 

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