despicable describes dog-fighters

despicable is the word for ANYONE who engages IN ANY WAY in dog fighting. to think that this still goes on in america is sickening. if michael vick was/is involved in it, in my opinion, he should be prosecuted to full extent of the law and banned from the nfl. won't happen, of course, because he is the AMERICAN GOD, a professional football player. you know, that dull and predictable game that is played on sundays in america where hopped up thugs crash into other hopped up thugs. it is no wonder that among republicans professional football is the game of choice. it has all the war images to go along with their juvenille senses. scrimages, long bomb, blitz (nothing like a nazi term to resonate with a bushie), enemy terroritory, etc. overlooked is the fact that a large percentage of ex-nfl players are afflicted with multiple aliments related to their time on the field, trouble walking due to injured knees, misshapened spines, series of concussions causing early dementia and the list goes on and on. juiced on steroids and public adoration these "atheletes" seem, in many cases, to feel they are not only above the law but above any restraints, moral, legal or otherwise. (see today's paper for felony charges against pacman jones in las vegas.) and now, dog fighting. despicable.

i have said this before but i much prefer the company of dogs to the company of most humans. in all my life i have only met two dogs that i didn't like. can't say that for humans. and at least those two dogs were up front in their attitude towards me, they didn't like me and wanted to bite me. and told me so. i have, as you have, been stabbed in the back by people who claimed to be my friend. haven't you? i have had people who, when the chips were down, ran and hid. a dog is there through thick and thin. aren't they? you would be amazed at how many people from my past came acallin' when i was doing all those tv shows in the 90's. funny, hardly ever hear from them now. but my three dogs think i am just great. and so does my wife. but, then again, i am feeding them and fucking her. (that's a joke, rhonda.)

the dog fighting is another sign of our growing love of violence. peace loving people that we are, american troops are in over ONE HUNDRED countries around the world. street fights are on tv under the guise of EXTREME FIGHTING SHOWS. our murder rate is the highest among the industrialized world and approaches that of some of the third world countries. our youth copies the dress code of gang-bangers. some popular music glorifies guns, violence, crime, drug dealing (it is not the drugs that are the problem it is the violence that comes with that particular venture), degradation of women, racism etc etc etc. we even had some people in las vegas who filmed homeless men fighting and then sold the videos. despicable.

in the arts such as music or in my case, comedy, we no longer preach hard work and striving for betterment but to "get lucky." don't pay your dues, get on american idol. don't try to be original or witty or funny, get on last comic standing. (incidently, i have seen my material done on that show.) don't hone your craft, get lucky. fuck me. by the same token however, those on american idol or lcs or any of the other "get famous quick" schemes soon fade from view. (must be a bitch to be an "idol" one day and a year later can't find work) while those of us who actually have a love for our art form and while not famous nor rich, continue on making a living and rocking rooms coast to coast and around the world. there are comics, bands, singers, musicians, actors and other performing artists that if talent was the sole criteria they would be household names. instead, they perform in obscurity but they perform. not for fame nor for fortune but for the love of what they do. and if they never "make it" and become that household name they don't care for they lived a life of their chosing which is more than many can say.