Face it George, you are even “SOFTER” than the descriptions of your physical acumen that have been presented during the last three weeks of the sideshow posing as a legitimately legal trial. You are the type of punk that probably told adolescent tall tales of tapping mucho trim, when in reality, the only thing you were wearing out was Rosie Palmer and her five sisters. The couple of barrel-backed bimbos that may have lowered their standards, as well as their parachute-sized panties for you…now have answers concerning why they were so disappointed in your lack of performance.
Even back then, your alter-ego, Studly Do-Right, was more concerned with incorrectly hiding behind a fake badge of his inadequacies instead of properly developing his atom sized manhood. Was it your diagnosed ADHD that consistently made you aim too low for the wrong hole? Despite a roadmap, magnifying glass, and directions to “aim higher” you probably continued to hyperactively jam your johnson where it wasn’t wanted. Spending too much time around assholes eventually exposed you for the pussy-hating punk that stands before the world today pleading for his innocence.
If I could enter the courtroom, I’d knock that irritating smirk off of your bloated face and take a 2×4 to the heads of Don West and Mark O’Mara. The stench of arrogance coming from your defense team is only trumped by the impotent incompetence displayed by yourself when you were beating up women, attacking police officers, and “allegedly” molesting your female cousin over the course of 10-years. You, and your son-of-a-bitch lawyers feel like the child-molesting/incest allegations have no “relevancy” to this case, but want the public to believe that Trayvon Martin‘s past should be on trial to help justify YOU killing HIM.
In what’s left of your hollow heart-you know Martin is dead solely because of YOU. YOU were supposed to be “protecting” the neighborhood with your eyes and ears-not with a loaded gun. YOU were supposed to STAY in your vehicle until the police arrived, you know, the guys that really made it into, and through the academy. Instead, you flashed back to when one of those barrel-backed heifers laughed at your failed attempt to insert/assert your manhood in the right place. “Aim higher” she said, yet again. Only this time, instead of grabbing the thimble that you call your dick, you reached frantically for what you consider your real manhood-a fucking gun. You were nervous, and panicked like you did years before, unfortunately, this time, you did actually manage to aim higher and the only hole that matters, is the fatal wound that you left on the lifeless body of an innocent young man.
You’ve got several issues, and besides being a racial-profiling prick, the one that stands out most is obvious. You are nothing more than a gutless, punk-ass, pretend police officer…still looking for the proper direction for his misplaced manhood. You’re a homicidal bitch George, and it really doesn’t matter any way or day. I wouldn’t want to be like you~Daryl
- As Zimmerman Defense Rests, Judge Decides Jury Can Consider Manslaughter (atlantablackstar.com)
- Expert: Zimmerman was in worse shape than Trayvon Martin (thegrio.com)
- Judge Allows Zimmerman Defense to Use Trayvon’s Toxicology Results (atlantablackstar.com)
- George Zimerman’s MMA Gym Offers Customers The ‘Zimmerman’ Training Program (mediaite.com)
- George Zimmerman – The Case for Manslaughter (Because It’s About My Child, Too) (courtsandsportsradio.com)