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Michael Vick is forever chained to the imagery of dog fighting, a cruel sport involving 'man's best friends'.

We, society, exacted a prison term as punishment. He's served his time. He's as forgiven by 'society' as he's ever going to be; but he's still gonna be wearing those marks, those chains if you will. We, society, didn't put those chains on him; he put them on himself, when he took it on himself to fund his friend's bloodsport games. It's up to him alone, Michael Vick, to shake 'em off. Whether he does that by exemplary community services involving animals, or other means, whatever they may be, he's gotta do that for himself.

AFAIC, he's OK to play, and I could care less about the Eagles anyways. You certainly won't see me buying a green #7 jersey. But I would still feel leery about Vick hanging around my dawgs. Or my kids. Or my Chinese restaurant... )

(Hey, that's an old pshop. I made that in '07, when Vick first got busted. It's an early work; I can see some major flaws. But Vick has major flaws, so who's complaining?)

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UPDATE: reworked the pshop just a bit. IWarp'ed the chain to perspective; resized MV's overly fat head; changed some of the colors just a tad. But left the dawg's tongue a different shade of pink, as a focus point.

Just for kicks and giggles, after all.

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