The Eagles have landed. And America is happier tonight. The NFL is jumping for joy.
We just escaped two Super Bowl weeks full of moralizing, heart-sickening, sportswriter-spun resurrection drivel, as pro football and the mass media tried to santitize, sweeten and sell Michael Vick's image for future NFL official logoed uniform sales.
Like the lucrative Cool Brees merchandise.
How would folks "personalize" their Vick jerseys?
Or maybe this.
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How is it that Bill Clinton is risen again, after ruining many lives, (of humans) and you hold in putrid contempt one who paid a dear price for his sin and is truly sorry for killing dogs. Since when are dogs equal to humans?
Anonymous,
Exactly. Except I don't think our contempt is really all that putrid. Smell it again.
I don't know why I'm bothering, but how does anyone know that Vick is genuinely sorry for what he did?
Yeah that bastard Clinton, all those dead and wounded soldiers whose lives he ruined when he sent them to fight a war to find non-existent weapons of mass . . . . Oops, sorry, I was thinking of that other guy, with the best-selling book. Clinton was the evil putrid blowjob guy?
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