I know what I’m doing this summer.
Once the verdict is in, I’ll be able to turn more of my attention to other things (like fending off rioting, marauding, murdering Obama legions) –but until that happens I’m mostly transfixed, watching as much of the George Zimmerman trial on live web-streaming as I can get away with, given other responsibilities.
I know there’s so much more going on these days. As I’ve said before, it’s all just too much. Considering the egregious, massive tidal wave of government scandals and treachery, forgive me if I’m developing a jaded detachment.
But for this, for now: A female judge presides, and six female jurors will rule over the fate of neighborhood watchman George Zimmerman. The case fascinates me and many others, for aspects besides the racially-motivated railroading of an innocent man, and 2nd-amendment controversy.
Here, estrogen has entirely co-opted our culture’s erstwhile, time-honored standard for jurisprudence and legitimate due process. Verily I say unto you, the root of words like testimony, testate, and testament – all of them relating to establishing validity and truth, as tested and found in legal proceedings – is the same root-word as that having to do with authentic maleness; in testes and testosterone.
In fact, the word testicle resulted from the method by which the ancients attested to the verified virility of someone whose biological maleness was up for confirmation; the verifier simply reached under the garment of the guy in question, and then gave testimony as to whether there were a pair of gonads attached at the groin. It’s true, look it up.
Still, I have enough confidence in the outcome of this kangaroo court to stick to my glimmer of optimism. As I’ve written previously here, I yet believe barely enough in the process that I predict a finding of not guilty.
To prove murder, the prosecution has to show evidence which contradicts Zimmerman’s’ story of legitimate self-defense. They can’t. Because they don’t have it. Because it doesn’t exist.
As for the endless false claims that Zimmerman improperly followed Martin after allegedly being told not to do so by the non-emergency dispatcher, I’ll first say that the dispatcher testified yesterday that he is trained not to give orders, only non-binding suggestions. Next, I offer the actual segment of dialogue from the call:
Dispatcher: “Are you following him?”
Dispatcher: “Okay, we don’t need you to do that.”
Zimmerman’s account is that he was turning to get back into his truck when ambushed by Martin, who had already had plenty of time, far more than enough, to just continue on to the townhouse where he was staying (the time-line proves this) – but that instead Martin suddenly appeared and accosted Zimmerman, abruptly decking him with a sucker-punch; then hammering his head into the concrete; then trying to smother him; and then grabbing for his concealed gun (telling Zimmerman, “you’re gonna die tonight) when it became exposed by Zimmerman’s shirt riding up his torso as he desperately squirmed and writhed and screamed for help, flat on his back underneath Martin’s mounted attack.
Zimmerman’s injuries, along with tape recordings, painstakingly vetted time-line analysis, and the testimony of multiple eyewitnesses all back up his assertion that Trayvon Martin was the aggressor, and that Zimmerman was literally fighting for his life when he shot Martin.
The prosecution has only spin, pathos, outright lies, and “coulda, woulda, shoulda.”
Zimmerman attorney Mark O’Mara has already destroyed one key prosecution witness who took the stand yesterday. The unfolding of the trial so far this week has been highly compelling. The action on related Twitter hashtag streams is particularly troubling, as to the level of rabid ignorance from Zimmerman-haters, and the extent of their promises of riots if Zimmerman is acquitted.