The prick Michael Vick

It will be virtually impossible to write this without a long string of profanity, so I won't even try.

The sub-human piece of shit that is Michael Vick was released from prison this week to serve the rest of his sentence under house arrest.

Now, personally, I was hoping that the bastard would be killed in prison or a least have a life-changing encounter with the Aryan Nation while he was there, but apparently he survived unscathed. A pity.

I am dumbfounded by the fact that he has apparently struck a deal with the Humane Society of the United States to do some sort of outreach program to urban youth. I think that the highest and best use for Michael Vick would be to have his head paraded through inner cities on a pike. If he is ever picked up by an NFL team again, that team can expect the same reaction that he receives from decent, dog-loving people anywhere.

I still remember Vick's public mea culpa after he was arrested and failed to bribe, bluff, and bully his way out of the charges. He apologized to his friends, family, teammates, and to Jesus, but not a word about the dogs he killed and brutalized. As my sister said in an email to me then, "Which kennel was Jesus in?"