Sweet fucking Jesus on whole wheat toast, this fat prick again?
George Zimmerman is the Teflon Terrorist, the Jenny Craig version of
Ronald Reagan, a man with a soft, blubbery face like second generation
dictators such as Baby Doc Duvalier and Kim Jong Un. It's preordained
that before he's 32, George Zimmerman will be found dead in the back
room of a Cancún bodega that doubles as a gay porn movie set, his
bloated corpse on discovery by the laughing Mexican authorities being
stripped, deformed penises drawn on him with eyeliner and picked over by
barely-illegal gay porn actors. Between now and then, his jiggling puss
and that of his soon-to-be ex wife Shellie will be plastered all over
tabloid front pages vying for space with Lindsay Lohan, Miley Cyrus and
Bill and Monica.
I strenuously tried to ignore this social and psychological abortion, save for a Top Ten list
, when he got pulled over in Texas
for speeding, with a gun in his car and thought I was over him when I failed to mention even on Twitter him getting pulled over in Florida
for, again, speeding.
Oh, yeah, and he also murdered an unarmed African American youth for dressing appropriately on a rainy night.
But just a few hours ago, George Zimmerman
picked up by Lake Mary police after he'd allegedly punched his
father-in-law in the face and brandished a gun at both him and his
estranged wife, who then had a change of heart and decided, just after making a terrified and terrifying 911 call
, not to press charges, meaning George Zimmerman is once again at large and on the loose.
Zimmerman was in the company of his bodyguard that he supposedly keeps
with him at all times, a bodyguard that was nonetheless conspicuously
absent at the times Zimmerman was unsuccessfully re-enacting Natural Born Killers
in the great states of Texas and Florida. He was said by his wife to be
daring her to come closer, no doubt so he could invoke Stand Your
Ground, his useless bodyguard, obviously, present for the purposes of
Ergo, despite being basically a distended
asshole wrapped around a gun, assaulting her father who nearly had a
heart attack over the incident, threatened both their lives, destroyed
her cell phone with a knife, Shellie Zimmerman still thinks they can
work things out, a sense of optimism that has gotten countless women
killed when put in similar circumstances.
It's bad enough
that after this incident, we're doomed to see these two buffoons put on
the cover of every edition of every tabloid like they're a cross between
Rob and Amber and Bonnie and Clyde. It's bad enough that we have to
hear time and again this slimy asshole once again got released by law
enforcement under circumstances that a black man would likely never
survive. It's bad enough when we hear about Ohio gun groups holding
fund-raising drives that raised 12 grand
to put a loaded weapon back in this man's hands.
But the worst part about this is this man is getting so much attention
in the media as tabloid and Twitter fun fodder when the real bad guys
are the signature-forging assholes at ALEC
and nearly two dozen state legislatures
for putting Stand Your Ground laws on the books not for the
augmentation of personal liberty but for that of gun and ammo sales.
Trayvon Martin ought to be remembered because he was the innocent
victim of ALEC, the Florida legislature, Stand Your Ground and,
ultimately, George Zimmerman. The former was the victim of a
racially-motivated execution. The latter wouldn't even be newsworthy
were it not for the cold-blooded murder he'd carried out with relative
impunity. Were it not for his Bircher-celebrated execution of a
defenseless, innocent child barely a month beyond his 17th birthday,
Zimmerman would be a quickly forgotten footnote in several smalltown
George Zimmerman is the noxious stinkweed
arising from the fetid ground of Stand Your Ground because we live in a
nation in which certain factions have a problem with low-income and
middle class people getting affordable health care yet none whatsoever
with supporting corporately-driven model legislation that puts gun and
ammunition sales at a much higher premium than the lives of innocents.
So let's stop talking about George Zimmerman and let's relegate him to
the obscurity he so richly deserves until the news comes out of that gay
porno movie set in Cancún.