Mike the Dog

Thanks, Mike Vick. Thanks for bringing the ugly spectacle of dog fighting to the public consciousness. Those poor animals you allegedly slaughtered in cold blood when they turned out to be more human than your own twisted soul and refused to rip into the flesh of other doge for you have done a service and can rest in peace. Through their sacrifice, we know about you and the scum you deal with in your dog fighting world.

Now we know. I'd never heard of dog fighting before. Cock fighting, certainly - just as I knew that vicious pursuit to be illegal.

Vick can have no excuse. He's not trying to make a living - he's a rich football star. Can you imagine what sort of bloodless vampire he must be to need this blood sport the way he apparently does?

Pro athletes - especially those with the potential to be all-time greats, as Vick has always been considered (though he's never proven it on the field), are treated differently from a young age. Different even than rock stars an other celebrities, who usually come to their success after high school (who thought anything of Mick Jagger in the 11th grade?).

Most great athletes are great from a formative age, and become accustomed to having everything their own way. So it's imperative that they make the right choices - because the bad choices they make are usually made all the way. They stick.

So, a normal mutant dog fighting fan might go to see the blood and carnage - and maybe they'll let him execute a losing dog! Mike Vick puts a few dozen grand into "Bad Newz Kennels" and runs the show, reportedly betting in the $20,000 range.

So now we know - and hopefully the attention can help shut down more of this "Bad Newz."

Mike didn't strangle, hang, shoot, electrocute, and drown his non-vicious and losing dogs in vain. They died so the Feds could dig up their bodies, take down this star scumbag, and help expose this evil world to the light of justice.

Thanks, Mike.