Dogs of war.
Yesterday, in the parking lot of my doctor’s office, I parked next to a car that had a picture of Jeff Probst taped to the dashboard. I wish I had my camera.
While I was in the waiting area, CNN was on the TV. There was a story about the dog-fighting involving some piece of shit football player named Michael Vick.
Admittedly, I don’t watch much news, so I didn’t know all the details of this story. But I do know this - I hope EVERY SINGLE PERSON that was associated with training those dogs to kill each other, starving them to make them more ferocious, and getting entertainment from watching these animals destroy each other are found, and I hope they’re prosecuted. If I had my way, they would be put down just like all the dogs (SIXTY-SIX of them - and those are the ones that were still alive when animal control got there) that were taken from the property will have to be. This makes me sick on a level I can’t even describe.
Sadly, I suspect what will happen is the same thing that happens to every player in the NFL that commits a crime - he’ll walk away. Maybe he’ll pay a fine, maybe he’ll get a little bit of probation. Probably not even that. He’ll go on to continue to play football, and he’ll be revered by fans and paid millions of dollars by his team and by advertisers, and no one will remember that he was incredibly inhumane to these animals, or that he was part of a drug investigation.
All people will remember is that he’s an athlete - and for some reason, that’s the most important thing.
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