Vick Sucks (capital S), dogs don't. Norcal Rules!
Message to Clinton Portis: Shut the Hell upMichael Vick Pleads GUILTY to dog fighting & animal abuse.
When the story first broke, Clinton Portis (who appears to be quite full of himself) was interviewed and said that he didn’t see why everyone was bugging out, he’s an upstanding citizen of the community & people are just trying to chop him down. It’s his house, so it shouldn’t matter. Um, yeah… about that. You see Mr. Clinton Portis sir, Michael Vick is kinda by definition not an upstanding citizen of the community, seeing as how the community decided that fighting dogs for profit is inhumane and as such wrote a “law” specifically banning this behavior. This behavior which Vick plead GUILTY to.
See, also about that whole ‘it’s his house’ thing you mentioned. You’re just a dumb jock, so you may not get it, but that statement opens up a whole can of worms you’re too dumb to comprehend. Like this one, for instance: Hey, don’t arrest me for hanging niggers. I was on my own property. Hell yeah! Whooping niggers and making them pick cotton – on my property – is totally cool. I’m an upstanding citizen, even though I beat & hang niggers, Clinton, because I only do it on my property, so what’s the big deal? Stop tryin’ to tear down whitey just because he’s beatin’ niggers on his own property. What gives? It' can't be that serious a crime. it's on my own property. You. ASS.
Yeah. Total sarcasm if you can grasp that, you oaf (except calling you an ass. That was legit). Maybe you see how stupid your talking is? Next time refrain. Ball. Chase. Smash. Big Paycheck. That is about the only thing you’re paid for, and thank god for that.
Addendum for Clinton Portis:
If you come within 5,000 feet of MY dogs, I don’t care how big & tough you are, I’ll misdirect you with a 3-4 Dime-Back scheme to confuse you and hang you like a nigger while you’re not looking. Don’t come within 5,000 feet of my dogs, dammit.
Same to you, Vick.
Needless to say, you're both hate-listed now. Buh-bye.
The reason I moved
It’s the end of August, and where I’m at the ground is still pretty green – even though it’s been a drought year – and the temps have hovered between 65º-73º during the day & 50º-55º nightly.
This is in stark contrast to the highs of above 100º daily where I originated, and nightly temps of about 65º-70º. Yeah, I’m feelin’ pretty good about the move and all.
Not only that, but gardening has taken on new dimensions. Instead of focusing so much time, energy, effort, and water into trying damn hard to get things to come out of the ground, we have realized we can pretty much find dirt, plant seed, and do a 360º, only to find sprouts coming out of the ground already. Yeah, I exaggerate a little, but not much. We’ve planted wildflowers & Nasturtiums & California Poppies (oh my!) and been witness to a 3-day turnaround between planted & sprouted.
Except for one spot. The spot Miles (that’s my Lab!) tends to pee on. Guess it is bad for the plants.
Only true friends will understand this test of willpower
I’ve now lived 3 doors down from Round Table Pizza for two months or so, and have only had it 4 times, 2 of which were with people visiting from So Cal.
Yeah, I’m feeling pretty proud at the moment.
Peace.

