by Our Correspondent in Colombo
A leopard hunts by instinct. A human hunts by volition. And oftentimes, the vilest predators aren’t those with fangs and talons, but those who trespass into sanctuaries with cameras, sadistic fervour, and an abyss where a conscience ought to reside.
In the shadowed depths of the Wilpattu forest, a grotesque travesty unfurled—not a cruel act of nature, but a calculated, despicable atrocity concocted by bipedal vermin masquerading as men. Bereft of empathy and enslaved to their depraved cravings, they ensnared a trusting dog, ferrying it deep into the wilderness, and cast it out as expendable fodder—not as a reprieve, but as living quarry. A trembling sacrifice to satiate their perverse lust for a macabre tableau, a sickening homage to their own moral vacuity.
Hareenda Ranasinghe. Yohan Fernando. Sadun Dushmantha. These are not merely names; they are blights upon human decency, etchings of disgrace that deserve to be immortalised in infamy. [Click here to watch the video] Their souls, if such things remain, are festering husks, blackened and putrid, having long since succumbed to moral decomposition. As the helpless canine met its horrific fate, these degenerates stood by, their cameras ravenous, their twisted gratification eclipsing whatever vestiges of humanity they may have once possessed.
Let us dispense with equivocation—this is not merely an act of animal cruelty. It is an exposé of human degeneracy in its rawest form, an indictment of a society rotting from within, where monstrosities such as this are not only enacted but tacitly tolerated. Were it a child hurled into the clutches of a predator, there would be unrelenting outcry. But because it was ‘merely a dog,’ the indifferent will look away, and the malefactors may yet revel in their grotesque indulgence.
This is not just a question of retribution—it is a reckoning. Those who exult in suffering do not cease with animals; they escalate. Sadism, once indulged, festers into something darker, something yet more unspeakable. Today, it is a dog. Tomorrow, it is a human who dares to obstruct their perverse pursuits. Apathy is the progenitor of all abominations, and if no action is exacted upon these aberrations in human guise, society itself becomes complicit in their sins.
To the authorities—this is your crucible. To those who possess even a modicum of decency—this is your call to arms. And to the wretched filth who revel in torment—your names shall be neither forgiven nor forgotten. They will be carved into history, not as men, but as the lowest of creatures, vilified and reviled until time itself grinds your legacy into dust.
The leopard, at least, kills out of necessity. What vile justification do you proffer?
