New Feature: Dopey Bastard of the Week

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So, we are bringing a new feature to Thoughts of a Common Man:

Dopey Bastard of the week.

This week the winner comes from the world of sports although there certainly were no shortage of idiots. We can most likely come up with a political figure each and every single week, but the more I think about this one...the more it became clear to me.

This was dopey bastardic.

The winner?

Tony Dungy.

Okay, a few housekeeping things before we get to why he wins the award on week one.

First, can someone explain to me what the rules are in regard to homosexuals?

Religious-wise?

There are people who say that opposition is clearly stated in the Bible. I read that book. I actually studied it during college. I listen to the stories each week.

And there is some messed up stuff in there.

But let's give it to those who oppose gay rights.

Okay...the Bible says it's wrong.

Is it also wrong for you to stand by idly and not judge other people's lives?

Because that's how it feels. It feels that Tony Dungy must state his opposition to Michael Sam's lifestyle and if he doesn't than he is also a sinner.

I don't think that's true.

Yet, let's get to the dopey bastard comment.

Dungy said that if he were a GM he wouldn't have drafted the openly gay player because of the 'distractions' that come with his tackling dummies on the practice field.

Really?

Dungy was the same guy who won a Super Bowl as the first black coach. He knows what it feels like to be hated by others for something that is pretty stupid.

Dungy also went from city-to-city with Michael Vick and begged people to give the dog-killer a chance.

Uh, Vick wasn't a 'distraction?'

What has galled me about the story is that in the end, Dungy - who has the right to say whatever the hell he wants - didn't have the stones to say it out loud.

He wouldn't have drafted Michael Sam because Michael Sam is gay and he doesn't think that a man should couple with another man.

Say it then, you dopey bastard!

Don't hide behind the fact that Sam is a marginal player.

Don't pull back the words because you're afraid of the reaction.

Quote us Bible scripture.

Tell us how you really feel.

But at the end of the day, you're a black man who had to punch at barriers. You're also a man who raised up a man who did horrific things to defenseless dogs.

You spoke of forgiveness and of love!

And then you turned around and shit all over it.

Tony Dungy is the dopey bastard of the week.

He probably would've been had he said what he really meant as well.

Michael Sam's life isn't being lived for Tony Dungy to judge it.

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