The Complaint, Part 2

I intended to address some of the more salient points of the federal complaint filed against Bad Newz Kennels, when the feds one-upped me and indicted four individuals with regard to dog-fighting, including Michael Vick.

I have read the 18-page indictment fully. It is not a difficult read

Neither is it pretty.

The federal indictment against Vick and his cohorts at Bad Newz Kennels details in dull, bureaucratic prose the horrors of dog-fighting.

Worse, the case against Vick and his cohorts is so absurdly easy to make that only incompetence on the magnitude of Gerald Poindexter's put the issue into question in the first place.

The first piece of the puzzle is the money. None of this happens without the money man, in this case Vick. Vick provided vast sums of money for the purchase of training equipment, property, and animals in support of this venture.

And what venture are we talking about? The fighting of dogs to the death, eventually, either at the fangs and claws of the other animal or at the hands of the losing owner. An animal that failed in testing was killed, and an animal that lost a fight was also killed.

The second piece of the puzzle is the eyewitness testimony. There are four cooperating witnesses for the federal government, each of whom has provided concrete evidence to the authorities that leaves no question about Vick's personal involvement in every aspect of the dog-fighting operation.

Including the execution of dogs that failed to meet his standards for fighting.

That's right, Michael Vick did not merely put up the money to support this enterprise, which in itself would have been foul enough, nor did he merely gamble on his dogs to win, which is worse, but the blood of animals that failed to meet his testing criterion literally stains his multi-million dollar hands.

The federal indictment alleges that Vick participated in the killing of 8 dogs in April of this year, by "hanging, drowning, and and slamming at least one dog's body to the ground."

It is my sincerest hope that Michael Vick is at least suspended by NFL Commissioner Roger Goodell for at least one year. It is my further sincerest hope that Vick is prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law, is rightfully found guilty, and is sentenced to the maximum sentence allowable under federal law.

Anyone who can hear of these things without being horrified has long since lost touch with genuine humanity, because no real man can stomach the thought of deliberately torturing animals, let alone doing it for something as base as gambling.

There is nothing to excuse here. There is nothing to explain away here. There is nothing to make excuse after excuse for here. People have been apologizing for Vick ever since his freshman year at troubled Virginia Tech. Were one to listen to the talking heads at the Worldwide Fearless Leader in Bristol, one might be amazed to find that Vick is even in trouble. Here is a problem that even a man with blazing speed can't run away from.

Thankfully, the truth has come out. Now we know exactly what kind of man Michael Vick is: the kind of man who would keep a secret compartment in a water bottle; the kind of man who would pass on an STD without informing his partner until he was forced to in a court of law; the kind of man who would derive pleasure from the death of an animal.

May he rot in a jail cell, and that right soon.