In order to believe the highly-connected-to-the-system family of George Zimmerman, here's what you have to believe transpired the night Trayvon Martin was killed:
1) You have to believe that after George Zimmerman started heading back to his van, Martin, who had already expressed concern to his girlfriend about being followed, picked a fight with a guy who outweighed him by about 100 pounds.
2) You have to believe that the 140-pound Trayvon Martin knocked the over-240-pound George Zimmerman to the ground, and then proceeded to break his nose by punching him without looking at his face, focusing instead on Zimmerman's waist and seeing the gun.
3) You then have to believe that having seen a gun in Zimmerman's possession, Martin proceeded to get all Samuel L. Jackson at his fiercest, Inigo Montoya, AND Syrio Forel at his most fatalistic, on George Zimmerman and say something like "Tonight you die." Remember -- Trayvon Martin is a 17-year-old kid, and we're assuming that right now he's in a fistfight with a guy with a gun -- and spouting movie lines.
4) And then you have to believe that having suffered a broken nose, extensive lacerations to his scalp, and grass stains on his jacket, that Zimmerman was miraculously healed while in the police car on the way to the station, and that there was also a washer and dryer in the car to remove EVERY TRACE of the ground from Zimmerman's jacket.
On the Web extended discussion from The Last Word last night, my newly-anointed smokin'-hottest-man-on-television-news, Charles M. Blow, put these pieces together into the Theatre of Utter Horseshit that they are:
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