I don't care
He should get 2 wives and start a cat fight
He should learn to fly, but would he end up in a dogfight again?
He should marry a real bitch
He should eat all his meals with dogs, with Alpo as main course
He should get shot by Snoop Dogg
He should be given to Scooby Doo as a Scooby Snack
Bring him to DP, and let Blackdog kick his ass
So Jet. Then, apparently, you eat dog?
Last edited by Erod; 12-20-10 at 01:06 PM.
Sometimes, we actually plan to do something stupid. This is especially possible when you're in a group. Your boundaries of surreal stupidity suddenly expand when you're in a wealthy group where disposable income is practically insurmountable. All members of the group have been completely desensitized to pain, empathy, sympathy, regret, or any of those apparently alien concepts. Why? Because you're a football player! You're a gladiator! You're a warrior who has been trained to destroy, maim, injure, devastate, and defeat your oppenent by any means necessary and is legal. Legal means, you don't get caught! How many years did Vick hear the words destroy, defeat, kill, hurt, or even the word "murder". Since junior high school these words were the theme of each day.
These words, no doubt, had some psychological impact upon Vick, as well as the sport itself. A sport based upon violence and the lack of empathy.
I'm not certain that Vick wasn't unduly exposed to this sickness many years ago. The same type of sickness that helped to make him a success both in high school and the NFL. Vick saw himself as a warrior! Aggression and violence were integral components of his character.
He just went a bit too far!
Then again, what about wealthy hunters who kill for sport?
They're certainly not killing for food!
Do they deserve felonious records, prison time, and eternal negative stigmas attached to their names, as well?
Last edited by Hancock; 12-20-10 at 01:44 PM.
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