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I don't think question is can Michael Vick make a comeback, but rather "should he be allowed to." Normally I don't think prison is appropriate punishment for any but the most heinous crimes. To me, his was right up there with child abuse, rape and murder. Michael did not spend enough time in prison! I would have been satisfied with no less than five years. I would have liked to see him come out too old to play professionally again.

I question the sincerity of his apologies, and wonder if their purpose is not to return him to fame rather than because he really saw the fallacy of his deeds. I think he should have to complete his community service before he can play again.

Basically for hurting God's innocent creatures and being a really hideous expamle to thousands of inner city children, he got a slap on the wrist. I hate PETA, but I hope they show up at his games wearing lettuce leaves and distracting the team and the crowd.

I don't think the time of forgiveness has arrived yet.

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Michael Vick should have never been put in prison. Former Vice President Dick Cheney killed birds for sport. Why is one form of animal cruelty illegal, and the other is legal?

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Dave Zirin: Nice shoot, well, really a miss on Sarah Palin. Using her to emphasize how big a jerk you are. Big boys don't need to make comments like that to do their job.

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At this moment, I am rather grateful that LA doesn't have a professional football team. Greed will not make everything forgivable in this part of Southern California!

You really have to have a mean streak to do what Vick did to those dogs. Because of his ability, you may close ranks around him, but it does not change his character. It doesn't say much for the the character of the team or city that accepts him.

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I very profoundly disagree with the implication that Mr. Vick's felony conviction is fungible with garden-variety embezzlement or drugstore holdups. This man took profit from exciting pleasure in the torment of innocent animals. I thought of him this evening, as I prepared my grill to sear a New York strip steak, whose source had died before I invested in it. I wondered why, in lieu of the hanging of puppies, and their drownings which he used to indulge and supervise, he did not think to delight himself in their immolation in a domed backyard furnace, whose top he could exult in pressing down upon, as he auditioned them for cries and gauged the ardour of their explosions. How reckless he was in his mercies.

I do not believe there is a question of forgiveness, or of paying a debt to society, here. I believe, we await the puppies' forgiveness, and we await our accession to a society of justice.

I regard Philadelphia as Caligulan in this gesture of good will. I do not care for its Schuylkill anymore; I do not care for its Academy; I do not care for its Vetri, its Society Hill, its bell. If we do not take the part of the innocents, what pleasure can be ours?