Michael Vick sucked anyway
I’m watching a documentary about jealous siblings. jesus. they’ve found an amazing collection of dipshits. thank god for MTV.
okay, about the dogfighting.
I read about Robert Byrd blasting off all crazy about the evils of it. “Barbaric!”
oh, what the fuck ever. this is the flavor of the month. dogfighting? is anyone going to really tell me they didn’t know this was going on? we all knew. we all know about the death factories that bring me Wendy’s on my lunchbreak. but Robert Byrd didn’t have a cow tie, so that’ heartfelt cry on the Senate floor against evil will have to wait until a gofer finds him one.
this is a marginally-important national news story that got a shot in the arm of celebrity what with the Vick story. and suddenly all of Washington is talking about it. it’s the national pastime when we aren’t mesmerized by the Iraq bloodbath.
so. well.
fuck you, you crazy old asshole, and fuck the national holier-than-thou attitude. you aren’t. I’m going to sleep.
