I’ve made no secret about my history of raising dogs for the purpose of dog-fighting. These days I prefer to keep small dogs as pets rather than the larger breeds I bred with and then beat into a fury during my younger days. I still long for a time when dog-fighting becomes a national sport, like football, or NASCAR, and had hoped that a national hero like Vick might be just the man to bring it to the public. Instead he rolled over and exposed his soft underbelly, much like a losing fight-dog with a mortal injury. (Often they will do this during their last moments of life in hopes that by showing their submission they will be spared. It’s very cute, though usually results in near-immediate disembowelment by their opponent.)

I don’t have much in common with Whoopi Goldberg. I have both of my eyebrows—she has none. She has been a participant in interracial relationships—I have not allowed my family tree to expand too far from the trunk. She has unkempt dreadlocks—I prefer the classic flattop. We do have some common ground though, and that’s dog fighting. Apparently Whoopi enjoys the sport and has come to the defense of American African American, Michael Vick:

“You know from his background this is not an unusual thing for where he comes from,” said Goldberg.

“There are certain things that are indicative to certain parts of our country.”

Co-host Joy Behar seemed shocked at Goldberg’s statements.

“How about dog torture and dog murdering,” Behar asked.

“Unfortunately it’s part of the thing,” Goldberg replied.

“You’re a dog lover. For a lot of people dogs are sport,” she added.