Upon which...

[WilliamPitt]

Upon which my face becomes a pillar of incandescent fire, my soul dies, my tongue burrows through the roof of my mouth and throttles my brain, the stars burn out, the sky cracks, the ground transforms into molten lead, the rivers run red with the blood of basic decency, and God Herself takes a giant shit in my mouth before I die screaming on a pyre made of NRA pamphlets and the whispered rumor of a decency long since dispersed by a frigid, rancid, smoking wind.

George Zimmerman Compares Himself To Anne Frank
http://talkingpointsmemo.com/livewire/george-zimmerman-trayvon-martin-obama

I will not victimize you with the text. Click at your peril.

"...ain't no life nowhere." -- Jimi Hendrix

*sigh*

[Wounded Bear]

1. I wish he'd do at least one thing she did...

hide in a fucking closet and don't come out. Don't ever fucking come out.

[The Velveteen Ocelot]

2. Don't beat around the bush; what do you *really* think

of George Zimmerman's latest pronouncement?



Lacking either your eloquence or your flair for gorgeous hyperbole, I can say only that someday, somehow, Zimmerman will have to eat the steaming pile of shit that the universe will eventually serve him.

[irisblue]

3. not soon enough for a family