You know, we were thinking about starting the week of hatred after this upcoming Saturday, but in light of recent developments (like the death of Uga VII)... screw it. I hate georgia every other day, so why wait for Sunday?

Let's cut to the chase. That dog was a recessive gene on a leash laying on a bag of ice. Seriously, it had "been given a clean bill of health from the UGA vet school a week earlier." His death... well, unsurprising when you consider that this is not a healthy dog but rather an abomination that was most likely forced into and pried from it's mother's womb by human hands. You guys want me to feel bad about Uga VII's nonexistent soul being released from its miserable earthly prison? I'll pass, thanks. Irresponsible breeding has turned these things into "walking vet bills" (in quotes as it is from soon to be vet from georgia), so don't blame me for its sudden departure from this world. Yes, it was a pet, just like these dogs. Start the waterworks, ladies and gentlemen.

I do feel a bit of sympathy for the people who actually own the dog - nobody likes to lose a pet and I wouldn't wish it on anyone. But let's get real, there are very few people who can claim that this was their pet. So no, I'm not going to overreact and claim a tragedy has occurred. No georgia fans cried when our mascot very nearly met an untimely end, one that endangered the lives of the passengers who were towing our beautiful icon. Plenty had a lot to say, including the poster known as h0bnail on DawgPost, who wrote:

"I like how half of them are justifying it because we made fun of their stupid car being wrecked. Yeah...that's the same. Sh*tbags..."

See you in eight days, and as always, To HELL with georgia!