From the scrappy folks at Bad Rap, probably the best commentary I've read yet on the Vick dogfighting case. Instead of the pious mouthings Gina already blogged about how bad dog fighting is, they have harsh words for just about everyone involved in this matter (including those seeking donations to "care" for the seized pit bulls), and a reminder of who is really suffering: The dogs.
The sports world has not been kind to pit bulls, starting with this 1987 cover. Numerous sports figures have since been linked to dog fighting, and even the tennis show moguls (Nike) found a way to exploit the dogs and make a buck off of graphic fight imagery. Why treat them kindly when they're really werewolves? ....And, here we are today, reading about the unspeakable torture of mans' best friend.
We don't need to detail how horrific the crime of dogfighting is. There's enough gore spinning around the Net to cover that angle.
But, we do need to remember -- the dogs. Where are the dogs in all this?
We started wondering when the HSUS put out a public plea for funds "to care for the dogs seized in the Michael Vick case." We're not sure how the word 'care' is being defined ... toys and treats? kuanda beds? staff help for yard exercise? (doubtful)... although it's certain the dogs will be destroyed in due time. The org has been staunchly opposed to re-homing abused pit bulls and will dutifully insist that each and every fight bust dog is damaged and dangerous.
We know that's not altogether true.
We have dogs like Amy, Hiro, BB, Sadie, Lil'Bit, Pearl, Doe Koo, and even Little Man - all from fight backgrounds - to remind us that the soundest of dogs really can and do rise above the harshest of beginnings. Even more astounding, many somehow survive the torture and starvation with their adoration for humans still intact. Talk about optimists. I can't fathom how this breed can possibly trust despite having seen the worst side of humanity, but they just keep surprising us.
Pity the Vick dogs. Had they somehow washed up out of their pens in the storms of Katrina, they would've been made into media darlings. Volunteers would've rushed to bathe and comfort them (many quite wonderful Katrina pit bulls came with fight scars from pre-storm misadventures). Some might've ended up in shelters willing to temperament test and offer the best for adoption. But no such luck -- they were doubly cursed when they were sold into that VA hellhole.
Thanks to Serijna in the comments for sharing this link... lots more here.
Update from Gina: Over on Lassie Get Help, Luisa adds good stuff to the discussion, including giving HSUS a rap on the nose for using the Vick situation to raise money. And this is the great line of the day (emphasis mine).:
[...D]onations have swamped the Humane Society of the United States, a powerful lobbying group that runs no shelters or rescues and is not affiliated with your local humane society, yet appears, Zelig-like, in most major news stories about rescued animals.
Well ... they do some other things. As a guest of the HSUS and Denver Dumb Friends League a few years ago, I spent two weeks learning the best ways to help adopters work through behavior problems with their new pets. Two of the best weeks I've spent anywhere, and took away a lot from the program -- as did all the others in my class, who were all shelter workers.
But still, Luisa's point is well-taken. HSUS isn't in this business of running shelters, much less one for former fighting dogs. But they'll take donations, anyway.


So, I got asked to review a movie at the San Francisco International LGBT Film Festival, and I went down and picked up the screener and popped it in the DVD player last month.
Having gotten all the Lucy Lawless/George Takei fangirl media entertainment writer stuff that I'm actually paid to write about out of the way, time for a trip into the wonkish side of my world.
I'll have the political post up shortly [UPDATE: it's


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