You circulate with the mask of a simple, everyday person. You go into shops, you shop, you exchange the usual greetings with your neighbors, you discuss current events with your loved ones. It doesn’t particularly matter if you are a man or a woman. What matters is what is hiding inside you. Something that others cannot easily see.
You clearly get impatient at times. “Wow, we’re full of pigeons,” you say. “They come to the balconies and are full of diseases, I don’t want that.” And in the park where you take your child or grandchild, you are bothered by every cat and dog you see. Pets or strays, leashed or unleashed. “Don’t let them get near the child and hurt him,” you emphasize. That is why you order him to stay away from them. And there are not a few times when you will not hesitate to verbally attack anyone you see taking their pet for a walk. “Go feed a child if you want, why a dog?” “With what right do you walk on my sidewalk? So your dog can do its business and dirty it?” “Get your filthy dog out of here, you’ve filled the place up.”
I don’t get annoyed that you cannot understand that my dog is a member of my family, equally precious as the rest. Nor that for me he is a companion for life. That is something many might not understand because they don’t have a dog or because they didn’t learn to share their life with an animal.
In reality, what drives me crazy is the hatred that nests in your heart. A hatred that blinds you and deprives you of the opportunity to know love and devotion.
I understand that your family did not teach you basic principles that most people have. Love, tolerance, self-respect, respect for the environment. And that it taught you to believe that you are the center of the world and that man is the master of the planet who rules without mercy and decides on the life and death of every species. And in your delusion of grandeur and in your attempt to confirm your dominance, you do not hesitate—scattering poison baits—to sow death in dozens of innocent creatures. Dogs, cats, pigeons, anything that moves and could annoy you is a potential victim for you. Although we both know well that the annoyance from animals you claim is simply an alibi, a pretext for manifestations of your wild psychopathology.
Of course, the death does not interest you. They are animals, they deserve to die, in your opinion. And of course, you don’t care that they will die in terrible pain and with agony painted in their eyes. And even more naturally, you are ice-cold indifferent if the poison bait you threw for my dog in the park ends up in a child’s mouth and is eaten. “They should have been careful or their people should have watched them,” you think. After all, one less animal or one less child won’t bother you. You would even enjoy it. After all, if you knew that your actions would have no consequences, you would not hesitate to sow death openly against any people who are opposed to your ideas and perceptions.
But I do not hate you. In reality, I pity you. And you, and your family, and the way you grew up, and the way you raised your own children. And that is because I understand that you are simply sick. A human with glass feet who never knew love and who will never know it.
And to be precise, for me you are a foolish, insignificant, inhuman little creature, one of so many circulating out there. You live inside your artificial paradise and you cannot perceive your own misery nor the misery you sow in your path.
No, my hate is not what you deserve. My contempt is what you deserve. However, that will not stop me if I find you, from proceeding at that very moment to the necessary, legal actions for your strict and exemplary punishment…
