The Duh Hall of Fame
Who would have guessed that a NFL franchise quarterback, running an illegal dog fighting venture, would have been discovered by the authorities? It seems the answer to that question is everyone, except Michael Vick. This makes him the poster child for the “Duh Award.”
Michael Vick, the Atlanta Falcons’ quarterback, must be one of the dumbest people on the planet. Let’s be honest. There is no other rational explanation for his decisions. He managed, by his own hand, to trade a guaranteed $130 million contract, plus millions of dollars in product endorsements, for a jail sentence and a blanket condemnation by most of the human race.
If dogs could talk, they probably wouldn’t endorse him either. In fairness, there is a rumor circulating around animal shelters that a large number of cats are willing to forgive him. They are not alone.
The national discourse about his seamy avocation is filled with apologists. They think Americans are equally stupid, wanting the citizens to believe that Mr. Vick is a victim of a poor childhood, and that he was singled out for prosecution because he happens to be black. Right . . . and Senator Larry Craig isn’t a closet gay.
His soliciting sex from a male, plain-clothes officer in a public restroom was just a misunderstanding. The Senator obviously failed geography. Evidently he thought he lived in Massachusetts, where sleeping with seventeen year old aids and running gay call-houses guarantees reelection and near beatification.
There is no doubt about it, the Massachusetts voters have a soft spot in their hearts for creeps. It’s conceivable that Mr. Vick could be appointed to head the state’s Animal Rescue League. With little imagination, one could almost picture Senator Kennedy expounding on Mr. Vick’s experience with injured animals.
The political correctness oozing from most of the articles regarding Michael Vick never quite get around to the truth: Trash is as trash does. Now we are told that Mr. Vick recently found Jesus. Anyone believing in this sudden conversion belongs in The Duh Hall of Fame.
Michael Vick, the Atlanta Falcons’ quarterback, must be one of the dumbest people on the planet. Let’s be honest. There is no other rational explanation for his decisions. He managed, by his own hand, to trade a guaranteed $130 million contract, plus millions of dollars in product endorsements, for a jail sentence and a blanket condemnation by most of the human race.
If dogs could talk, they probably wouldn’t endorse him either. In fairness, there is a rumor circulating around animal shelters that a large number of cats are willing to forgive him. They are not alone.
The national discourse about his seamy avocation is filled with apologists. They think Americans are equally stupid, wanting the citizens to believe that Mr. Vick is a victim of a poor childhood, and that he was singled out for prosecution because he happens to be black. Right . . . and Senator Larry Craig isn’t a closet gay.
His soliciting sex from a male, plain-clothes officer in a public restroom was just a misunderstanding. The Senator obviously failed geography. Evidently he thought he lived in Massachusetts, where sleeping with seventeen year old aids and running gay call-houses guarantees reelection and near beatification.
There is no doubt about it, the Massachusetts voters have a soft spot in their hearts for creeps. It’s conceivable that Mr. Vick could be appointed to head the state’s Animal Rescue League. With little imagination, one could almost picture Senator Kennedy expounding on Mr. Vick’s experience with injured animals.
The political correctness oozing from most of the articles regarding Michael Vick never quite get around to the truth: Trash is as trash does. Now we are told that Mr. Vick recently found Jesus. Anyone believing in this sudden conversion belongs in The Duh Hall of Fame.
Labels: Michael Vick, Senator Craig
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