In a small African village, the story is told that a woman went to the river to wash clothes and was attacked and killed by a large crocodile. A couple of European hunters stalked and eventually killed it, cut it open, confirming that it was indeed the same beast. They dragged it up on the shore and left it there for the villagers to see, hoping they would feel free to return to the river. One by one every member of the village, man, woman, an child, filed by the dead crocodile and gave it a swift kick as if to participate in its punishment. Is mixing the therapeutic objective with chiropractic merely kicking dead crocodiles?