Brilliant.

On the Crucifixion of Michael Vick

All of the endorsement deals, chances for an induction into the
NFL Hall of Fame, and the million dollar contracts bestowed
upon Mr. Vick from the NFL are all flushed down the drain due
to the "pleasure" of watching dogs kill each other. I
certainly hope it was worth it. I have read the stories:
dogs that maul each other and are left ravaged, crippled,
and/or dead. Death being fortunate for the dog, as losing
dogs were quickly exterminated by electrocution. "Rape
sticks" were used to get the dogs to reproduce, as the dogs
were too vicious to reproduce without violence - therefore
a "rape stick" would keep the female bound and defenseless.
All horrific stories, but a comment today by the New York
Knicks' Stephon Marbory has me seeing things in another light.

Today Stephon Marbory stated that he doesn't understand why
Vick is getting all this heat, when it is fine and good for
people to go around shooting deer. Now I think this is a
weak point, when we look at the torture involved in
dogfighting. However, I can't help but ponder what is
socially acceptable in society.

Why isn't KFC put in the spotlight as well? How much torture
is enough to justify 12-18 months behind bars?? KFC has not been
successful in hiding the various inhumanities it commits on
chickens in hugely massive quantities. Their chickens have their
beaks cut off at 10-months old, they are forced to live their
lives in growth-stuntingly tight spaces, and they are scalded
alive. Does this equal the torture suffered by Vick's canines?
Can any meat-eating citizen protest this cruelty with a
straight face?

It all becomes quite clear - the US government doesn't
give a shite about animal torture, and nor does the NFL.
The government only cares about one thing - the non-taxable
income that the dog-fighting patrons are making in the
gambling. The government is not making any money off this
sport...therefore it is wrong. The picture that the media
is painting - of the monster Michael Vick is, is just a
thin veneer of hypocrisy that people are eating up just
as they eat their steroid-pumped cholesterol beef every
day.

Yes, Michael is a moster, and he deserves to have his
endorsements and contracts stripped away, and to serve
time. But before society uses him as the poster-boy for
animal cruelty we need to re-think our entire diet and
the ways in which our animals end up on our plates.

While you ponder this, go play the Super
Chick Sisters game on the Kentucy Fried Cruelty site,
and save Pamela! I saved her!
www.kentuckyfriedcruelty.com/superchicksisters/index.asp

Don't laugh at car accidents.

Lesson of the day: Try not to laugh at a fatal car accident.

Skinny Puppy - Haze

Few respectable bands make videos anymore...

Banger addiction

And I thought maybe I went to too many concerts:

Sweden’s English-language news outlet reported in June that the government’s employment service had granted Roger Tullgren, 42, supplemental income benefits based on his illness of addiction to heavy-metal music. Tullgren (with long, black hair, tattoos and skull-and-crossbones jewelry and who said he attended nearly 300 concerts last year) said he had been addicted for 10 years but finally got three psychologists to sign off on calling his condition a disability. His employer now permits Tullgren to play his music at his dishwashing job.

"...so the lad reckons himself a poet?!"

Hello.
So we are in the 4th quarter of summer, pretty much.
I have just returned from a weekend of partying Italiano-style.
My cousin Mandy got married. Italians know how to throw a
party. I have never before witnessed such a relentless onslaught
of carbohydrates. The food was plentiful and amazing. Mandy's
brother Joey (whom I am much closer to than Mandy) even
went so far as to produce a short 7-minute film about Mandy
that was shown for all to see. It inspired me to produce something
when I returned to my apartment.

Once in awhile I will produce a piece of writing, but I tend to
only show it if I feel a sense of pride for it. I have written stories
and (mostly awful self-serving) poetry that is kept well hidden
and stored in the hope that....well I don't know. Anyways, I
wrote when I returned from the wedding. I've no idea who reads
my blogs, but I know that it is perused off and on, according to
the blogger stats. I'm sure it is read randomly, as one will
occasionally glance at you as you pass them in a car. Random
traffic, if you will. Anyways, you can look at my "poem" and
feel free to tell me it is bad. Remain anonymous and honest.

If you feel it is bad, say so. If you feel it is good, say so....and
I may or may not agree with you. I'd just like to know - and
actually have someone reply in my blog so that I'm more
motivated to write. So without further ado, this is not a love
song. (P.I.L)

A Message For Amy
Someone called for you while you were cheating,
the heart only hurts while it is beating
and understand this:
I only missed you while you were away.

Lessons to be learned while one is waiting:
Memories are weakened while you are thinking
and try not to forget,
that time and distance will lead you astray.

"Guidelines" for love and war you've been writing
are books that could use some good dusting.
With lack of a publisher,
your predators have more time with their prey.

Your trendiness fools noone but the willing.
The trendy seem weak, but well-meaning.
Owning a Blonde Redhead album,
won't earn you fame points today.

Someone called for you while you were cheating,
The heart only hurts while it is bleeding
and understand this:
You were only missed while you were away.
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