This is my self-reblog of the week, mainly because Michael Vick was signed by the New York Jets on Mar. 21, 2014. Yep. Can you believe it? From the NFL? I know! The NFL is just about the most American institution I can think of except, of course, when it comes to paying their fair share of tax. Oops. Now wrap me up in the flag. I gots some extra money burning a hole in my pocket. (Heh. Get it? Quarterback term FTW!)
I have found a tenuous shred of commonality between myself and
Michael Vick
:
… Vick [has] not served one minute in prison for animal cruelty …
Yep. It’s true. I’ve never been in prison for animal cruelty. And neither has Vick, the man that the NFL has seen fit to reinstate.
Of course, the commonalities end there. I’m a decent human being.
Some people think Vick did his time for “dogfighting” but I don’t know if they realize that the scope of his actions went a little beyond that.
In the words of one woman who responded to Vick’s property to assess and help 47 dogs:
The details that got to me then and stay with me today involve the swimming pool that was used to kill some of the dogs. Jumper cables were clipped onto the ears of underperforming dogs, then, just like with a car, the cables…
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