Here on the mountain in Barangay Roosevelt Bataan we have a full scale crime wave within out sleepy corner of paradise. Oh prey tell this is not the first time, as we all sadly remember a couple of years ago when Do-Dong was in love with Miss Peachy Pie, and he declared his un-dying love on every wall in our five purok’s. It ended badly when Peachy Pie ran off with Fito-Boy and Do-Dong stopped his reign of terror forever.
But the deep routed criminal element has been underground for some time now. Only to rear its ugly head once more. No it’s not Do-Dong in love again, it’s far and above more nefarious than a star struck lover steeped in puppy love.
Someone or a group of someone’s is stealing Roosters, not the barnyard variety used to raise forty five chickens, but the one’s worthy of taking a walk with, held proudly as they pass through the streets with their owners head held high and the rear end of the bird facing forward as they walk.
It has become the burning topic on everybody’s lips. The thefts have reached epidemic proportions, extra patrols have been mounted at night and yet the crime wave has not abated. My sister-in-law Clara is the latest victim, as two of her husband’s prized birds flew the coop (with help) just a couple of nights ago. Oh the humanity of it all.
There is much speculation as to who could be the cause, and very little evidence. Some feel that it’s the squatters (Housing Challenged) who live on the other side of the mountain. I’m not so sure about, as I feel it could be the person with all the extra Fighting Cocks in their yard, now that’s just a wild guess. Or Saturday at the Cock Fight Arena up the street, one might also find one’s missing champion. Again that’s just a guess on my part.
I also posed that it could be a rogue group of PETA members, trying to impose their liberal beliefs on people who are not interested. People who have held their traditions for hundreds of years and find no fault with them. While being judged by the kind of person who burnt their finger on a match once and now want matches banned worldwide, or who ignore rampant poverty corruption and pollution, but will fight to ban second hand smoke on a Jeepney. Yes I’m talking about those unsung heroes of the world, the do-gooders!
My neighbor, who has added extra brick to his wall to aid in Rooster safety, but has yet not fixed his leaky roof. Steps are being taken Barangay wide to stem this newest on slot of lawlessness, but to no avail. This is serious my friends and no laughing matter, just the extra economic strain on this area is becoming a burden on us all. I told my neighbor that since my house looks down (in a good way) on his land that I would be extra vigilant to help catch this band of marauding Rooster Thieves.
Until this group is caught and brought to Barangay justice no one is safe, well I’m okay as I own no Fighting Cocks. But until that day comes, we will keep a sharp lookout and harken back to those days of yesteryear when Do-Dong was in love with Peach Pie. It was a far simpler time!
Those of you who wish to help either by volunteering to patrol nightly or just send a donation, we thank you, but it’s a Roosevelt Pride thing, and we’ll struggle through.