Who Let the Dogs Out on Michael Vick?
Opinion! I am so sick of the mad dogs that went after Michael Vick like the rabid animals they really are. These folks buried this man and took away his livelihood indefinitely because of a damn dog. That’s right, I said it! A got damn dog! But some folks don’t play when you mess with their canines. Look at Katrina. They airlifted all the dogs out of there, put them on planes, fed them, set them up in new homes and left black people literarily drowning, dehydrated or sequestered at gun point into that cesspool of filth called the Super Dome. It reminds me of a black comedian who said that if he died and there was such a thing as reincarnation, he would like to come back as a white man’s dog, because then he would be treated decent. I am glad that Michael Vick is getting a chance to gnaw on a bone again after serving two years. Lord knows that Latasha Harlins, the 15-year old girl who was gunned down in the back, by trigger-happy, liquor store owner Soon Ja Du didn't get squat but a grave marker. Soon Ja Do who is happily living in the San Fernando valley after murdering Harlins in cold blood and spawning one of the worst race riots Los Angeles has seen, only received a fine and community service which is what Vick should have received for his actions. Dogs are not people! They are animals, some dangerously so, and do not have rights as such. Vick, suspended indefinitely in August 2007 after admitting to bankrolling the "Bad Newz Kennels" dog fighting operation, went to jail for two years with some folks barking for blood and demanding that he should never play football again! Vick wasn’t even the one who harmed any animals! There needs to be a bigger distinction between killing a person and harming a dog. Because if you kill a black girl, let me repeat, KILL A BLACK GIRL, and start the biggest riot of the century and just get slapped on the wrist, than something is wrong. So the message is, leave Fido and his owner alone, unless you’re ready to do a stint in the big house aka, prison. And remember, my friends, you better learn to pat some fur, even in your own home or you might end up on a short end of a leash like Prof. Gates did. Woof, woof.