Get on the Pole, Mr. Vick
The NFL pre-season is about to begin. Normally at this time of year, we football fanatics are talking about rookies, off-season free agent pick-ups and our upcoming Fantasy drafts like a bunch of Trekkies geeking out over a Shatner sighting. Instead, what are the Top Three stories in football today? Plaxico Burress is heading to trial for shooting himself in the leg with a concealed weapon in a Manhattan nightclub, Ben Roethlisberger stands accused of rape by an ugly chick in Reno, and Michael Vick just got out of the slammer after serving two years for owning and operating a dog fighting compound. Plaxico is a thug and a loser, and I don't care what happens to him. Of course my opinion is not swayed by the painful memory of being at the Super Bowl and watching him catch the game-winning touchdown that killed the Patriots 19-0 season like a poison-dipped dagger through the heart of New England. [hanky, please] As for Big Ben, the fact that the allegation was issued in a civil court but no criminal charges are being filed makes it hard to take seriously. Now, the Michael Vick case...
As a dog owner, I personally think the most suitable penalty for the atrocities of Michael Vick and anyone who has participated in dog fighting would be to chain him to one of the poles they chained the dogs to, slap some peanut butter on his gender-defining parts and let the alpha dogs have their way with him for a while. Someone on a message board made an interesting point, challenging our society giving the green light to slaughter cows and other animals for food, while dogs are protected. Maybe it's that dog meat isn't as abundant a source of food for mass consumption (Chinese restaurant jokes are not being accepted at this time), maybe it's that they're trainable as domestic pets and companions, maybe a bit of both. But it remains that in our society, in a third world country with a more sophisticated set of social and behavioral standards and mores than most, dog fighting is a reprehensible and illegal, felonious activity.
Yes, Michael Vick served his time. Sure, he has the right to make a living, not necessarily in the NFL but somewhere. Certain crimes are simply deemed reprehensibly inhumane in our society. Child molesters also have a right to earn a living after they've served their time. Would you hire a child molester or child pornographer? How about a rapist? Would you patronize a business that does? Child molestation/pornography, rape, and dog fighting are not the same thing, but they have some things in common, chief among them the practice of preying on and inflicting viscous, long-term physical and psychological damage to defenseless beings, essentially murdering them and given that they must carry the abuse around for the remainder of their days, perhaps some victims would actually prefer death.
I try to support the notion that Vick should have the opportunity for a future in the NFL on the basis that he served his time and is now a free man. If he's still good enough to compete, I say let him play and let whichever team signs him deal with the imminent backlash from its community, PETA, and anyone else. I just don't want to see him playing for one of the teams I follow and support, those being the Patriots and Bears. I like to estimate that much of the quarterback-hungry defensive lineman and linebacker population are dog owners who love their four-legged companions like their children, like I love my dog. It stands to reason that should he find himself playing on Sunday afternoons, Mike Vick just might enjoy the business end of some street justice on the gridiron. I'm not advocating dirty play here - hit him clean, but hit him with everything you've got, hit him so hard his family feels it. Then help him up, pat him on the duff, and on the next play, do it again. Repeat until desired result.
I personally think the only thing Michael Vick regrets is having blown dozens of millions in potential earnings. He'll never understand what he and his scumbag friends did to those dogs until he endures the same treatment. Get that mother f***er on the rape pole and see how he likes it. Does that sound harsh? It's no more so than what they did to the dogs.
Come on over, Mike. I've got a pole, a chain, some pissed off canines who haven't eaten in days, and some Skippy. Come to Da Jesus! We gonna party, baby! Woooooo!







