Weep America. You’re Dead

I well up when the President talks about his daughters.

I am angry, very very angry at officials at just about every level of government, but for the first time in my life, Bush Jr, Slick Willy, GWB of the CIA, Ronnie Ray-gun, all the way back; for the first time since Jimmy Carter I believe that my President

Our President

truly believes it is a national imperative that we determine to what extent, since all evidence exists that it is merely a question of extent, to which unequal justice and such great injustices have come to be the norm in our fair country

and you thought they just want vengence

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or a more useful tip for your average urban youth, clothed in hoodie, eating snack foods, like you all do encountering vigilante neo-neighborhood watch wannabe-security types, is to openly film them watching you, with yer cellphone camera, i mean of course, short of encountering a loaded weapon in the hands of a man that mere moments before calls 911:

“This guy looks like he’s up to no good or he’s on drugs or something,” Zimmerman told the dispatcher. “It’s raining, and he’s just walking around looking about… Now he’s coming towards me. He’s got his hand in his waistband. He’s a black male. Something’s wrong with him. Yup, he’s coming to check me out. He’s got something in his hands. I don’t know what his deal is…

These assholes, they always get away.”

After discussing his location with the dispatcher, Zimmerman exclaimed, “Shit he’s running,” and the following sounds suggest he left his vehicle to run after Martin.

“Are you following him?” the dispatcher asked. Zimmerman replied: “Yep.”

Fuck Him and John Wayne.

we gotta exercise our right to shed light in the dark

shame on us if we don’t. and I ain’t mad at’cha