Thursday, August 23, 2007

Put Vick in A Kennel

Michael Vick may or not do jail time, he may or may not be allowed to play again in the NFL, and he has certainly been erased from Nike’s memory forever.
Did you hear Nike dropped Michael Vick as a spokesman? It’s OK, Vick will soon be representing a new shoe company: Hush Puppies
Does he deserve such harsh treatment? Should this guy go to prison for running dogfights? It’s not even a debate. This is the United States. We LOVE our puppies! And this fool goes and executes 8 of them? Because they’re not mean enough? Fuck you, Michael Vick. You sick bastard. You knew better. The other guys (really good 'friends' that totally ratted on Vick) with him said he helped kill dogs by hanging and drowning. Dogs. Drowned. Because they were too nice. What would make you think that was OK? Maybe if you grew up in Korea or China or some fucked up place where they eat dogs, you might not have the same values for these animals as we do. But last time I checked, Michael Vick wasn't from anywhere but here. And he's always been here, too. Sure, that whole dogfighting subculture is here in the US, but as a public figure, he should have known this would (bad pun alert!) bite him in the ass.

R.L. White, president of the NAACP's Atlanta chapter said "Michael Vick has received more negative press than if he had killed a human being." Before I get to why the NAACP would want to go anywhere near Michael Vick right now, I would say that what he did in many ways absolutely was worse than killing a human being. Hell, killing human beings from Iraq will get you a fucking medal of honor! Yeah, depending on the situation, killing a person might not be so horrible, really. There are situations where offing some prick would actually help the world. Now don’t take that wrong, I’m no PETA nutjob. I enjoy a thick steak, am all for animal testing, and while I wouldn’t personally wear fur (not a good look for a big guy) and do wear leather, we’re talking about dogs. I love dogs, always have. When I hear a story about someone beating a dog, or mistreating a dog in any way, it pisses me off to the point where I would seriously beat the crap out of that person if they were right in front of me. And not very strong. And not good at fighting. And drunk. And old. And frail helps, too. I would beat that alcoholic octogenarian dog-hater to a pulp!

So yeah, Mr. Vick is going to become Mr. Dick very soon to a bunch of guys. And he deserves every anus-ripping moment. Every drop of butt blood that drips from his chapped cheeks onto the cold tile of the penitentiary's shower floor should remind him of the wails and yelps he no doubt heard from those poor pit bulls. Strong, fierce, and loyal dogs that will fight to the death just because their goddamn dumb owners want them to.

OK, so you know what side I'm on here. And, again, to risk falling in with those tree-hugging vegetarian wackos, philosophically, is there a difference between what Michael Vick did (executing innocent puppies) and what Vice President DICK Cheney did? No, not shooting his "friend" in the face - that was just what happens when you're drunk and handling a firearm. No, I mean the hunting "trip" that DICK and his old, white dork buddies were on. They drove around in a car, in an enclosed area, shooting at birds that had absolutely NO CHANCE of not getting killed. Obviously, doves aren't going to lick your face in the morning and jump up and down when you come home from work, but it's certainly a similar situation. A stupid idiot killing an innocent animal that can't defend itself or escape. Yes, a stupid idiot.

Cheney/Vick '08?

Peace, and IMPEACH (although I think we're just gonna have to wait this one out - spineless Democrats)

TB

ps Dogs rule.

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