and in no way am i diminishing the anguish felt by Sandra Herold, who begged for police to arrive with a gun to shoot her fourteen year old, beloved chimp, travis, who was laying a savage beating on her girlfriend.
the police eventually shot travis, who wandered back to his room to die a solitary primate.
and sandra and the experts are left wondering why.
especially since she had already given him a xanax and cup of green tea earlier in the day (because he seemed on edge).
i may have a simple answer.
look, we can teach a chimp to dress himself, use the toilet, brush his teeth, and even use the remote to watch animal kingdom, as travis did for years.
all for our entertainment.
but at the end of the day, we still have a chimp.
a two hundred pound chimp.
an animal whose nature is not to act human.
an isolated ape in the company of fools.
and just like travis, we dress up this unexpected yet natural encounter with shock and wonderment.
in a strange way, to be entertained once again.
in much the same way we are entertained by a christian bale tirade or paris hilton exploit.
surprising? only if you believe monkeys can fly.