The use of the word "nentau" slaps you really hard in the face and remembers you, if necessary, that poverty is terrible.
. We, coming from the developed and rich world, can't understand what it is to have spent one life eating the same thing everyday, with a couple of meat product only once in a while.
Those who want to ban the dog meat will have to find a solution to help people learning to change their diet, after having told them that they could stick up their ass their traditions.
Sure we have had a "proposal" in the thread: Pak Asam said "Ikan tuna "rica rica" is sold in cans in swalayan in SumUt Jakarta, Balikpapan to my personal knowledge, and probably across most of Indonesia". A genius this Pak Asam Manis.
Jaysus Krist why those barbarians eating dogs didn't think about it before?
It's well known that 7/11, Alfamart and Indomaret all have swalayan in each and every kampung accross Indonesia, especially in Manado where Alfamart and Indomaret just appeared two years ago. At Rp 15.000 per can (that's the cheapest you would get around here for canned tuna in sauce and that's for crap) for a 170g can of food we are talking about a replacement food being closed to Rp 90.000 per kg. I am impressed by your proposal, Pak Asam Manis.
Most of dog meat trade is not done in markets but from mouth to mouth, neighbors to neighbors, brothers to sisters...etc. If RW is sold at the moment Rp 40.000 per kg in markets, a full grown dog of 12 kg to 15 kg wouldn't be sold more than Rp 200.000 in a trading process between villagers. It doesn't require much brain to do the Maths and I am reasonably confident that even Pak Asam Manis may understand that the problem is perhaps more complex than what it may appear and why is proposal is ridiculous.
With all due thanks to Atlantis for the social studies lesson, I need no "reminders" about the conditions of poverty among the Indonesian people. During the time I have lived in Indonesia as an adult (discounting my childhood "expat bubble" years in Jakarta in the 70s, though even then I had at least a scrap of awareness), exactly none of it has been spent living inside some gated, fenced or walled in "komplek", but rather all of it was in one kampung or ordinary neighborhood or another, very much in the middle of the local population, where I played soccer with the neighbors' kids, taught them a bit of English, learned a bit of Indonesian, et cetera. I have seen a-plenty of the conditions of orang miskin, as well as spending countless hours among the children of the wealthy and middle class in a fancy school for the privileged ( a fact I did not hesitate to remind my students about, when I felt it necessary), and having an occasional glimpse into their life outside the school (the uniformed pembantu in groups of twos or threes trailing along, and all that). Would have seen considerably more of the latter but for the fact that my wife and I did not ourselves frequent the finer restos and the glitzier malls of Medan.
My wife's own family live in perpetual poverty in a kampung on the side of a hill in Balikpapan, in a modest house which they can barely keep up in terms of necessary repairs and so on. It is the same house which my wife will inherit when they pass on and in which we may live in the future. In the upstairs portion where we now stay when we are there, the walls literally "goyang goyang" from almost every movement of my too large body and the floor shakes a bit too. It feels like I am making a miniature earthquake with every step and at times I fear to come crashing through to the floor below. We had a "Westie" installed there in a tiny kamar kecil which is not more than an upstairs outhouse with sheet metal walls and roof. There is no running water in the house, at least not in the way conventionally understood. All the houses in the kampung rely on rainwater and drums. In times of draught, water is sometimes supplied from Chevron, who have a compound further up the hill. The last time I was there, in February of this year, they were having the roof repaired. The funding for such repairs comes partly from my own income. As I promised my wife before she married me, as she was giving up a well-paying job at a coal mining company compound "di hutan tengah" which she used to help support her parents, that I would take over the responsibility of helping them, which I have done since. When we were still living in Indonesia they received money from my wife generally every month. Since we have been living outside of Indonesia for the past two years in Thailand, China and the US, she sends them a larger sum every few months. It is enough to help, but still they live in conditions which would shock many people in / from the West. But they have enough to eat (no tuna ikan rica rica

), the medicine and healthcare they need gets paid, their house is kept in sufficient state to shelter adequately for themselves, my wife's adopted little brother, her youngest real brother, her sister and husband and their kids live in the house next door, which my father-in-law also owns. We have paid a loan for my wife's oldest younger brother to buy a motorcycle for his son, the downpayment to get the same son into vocational school, medical bills through our contributions as well as funding the Qorban sacrifice animal (yes) for both of my parents-in-law and my wife herself (I am still "rideless" for the moment).
I wish that I could do more to help them but I don't make the kind of money that some expats do. I do what I can do. But no, I don't need any moral instruction about the conditions of poverty.
In regard to my "suggestion": I can generally tell when Messieur Atlantis's tongue is firmly planted in his cheek (c.f. the droll sarcasm in his comment on my "other" thread on this topic). Maybe that ability doesn't go both ways. It was offered as a bit of humor in a thread which has caused me a bit of stress.
As far as providing an alternative to dog (or indeed to eating meat in general), there are indeed some possible "solutions" in the pipeline. One is jackfruit, which grows plentifully in many parts of SE Asia, including Indonesia, and can be cultivated easily in Indonesia's climate.
https://www.nationalgeographic.com/...fruit-sustainable-vegetarian-meat-substitute/
When cooked in its unripe form, it has a texture and taste very similar to meat. There is no doubt that changing attitudes and getting people to accept such dietary changes will take time (as in decades) but just like electric cars and bikes, using cloth bags instead of plastic and so many other changes which are beneficial to the environment, such changes will never happen unless they are encouraged and promoted
before they actually become accepted or popular.