A Very Short Memory

I wonder what Michael Vick would think if NFL officials adopted a policy that required ritual drowning of players who don’t perform well.

Perhaps the Georgia Dome could become a modern-day Circus Maximus.

I mean, if the player is no longer useful, they should just be killed, right?

Yeah, I know.  That’s ridiculous and absurd.

But I’m appalled.

And confused.

This isn’t like a politician who couldn’t keep his dick in his pants, is it?

This was deliberate cruelty to animals.

I’ve thought a lot about those words:  deliberate cruelty.

That means he didn’t think what he was doing was wrong.

This is one of those times that I have to ask myself what has become of humanity.

But then again, cruelty has always been a part of being human.

And I know that.

And I also know that over time the cruel images fade and we reset our memory banks to zero, or try to…

Until we get another reminder and the clock starts ticking again and we’re all outraged for a fleeting moment and it all gets pushed back and excused and debated and ratings increase and ticket sales could go up and something can be exploited for maximum financial gain and so on and so forth.

And the cycle continues.

And it is distressing.