George Zimmerman's Mother-in-Law Files Police Report Claiming He Stole Her Furniture, TV

[nikto]

97. Imagine how weird Zimmy's life must be...

I imagine him pushing his cart down a supermarket aisle checking out the sweetened breakfast cereals,
somebody passes near him and whispers, "murderer".

He spins around, thinking, "It could have been any one of those several people nearby".
But he's not sure which.
He wants to yell out,
"Who said that?"

He leaves the supermarket, emotions seething beneath the surface---Should he have said something?

Half an hour later, he's at a meeting of gun-rights/segregationist-Tea-baggerz, where he is openly praised as a hero.
Many people give him hugs. His hand is shaken numerous times, vigorously.
"You actually had the guts to DO what we all would WANT to do ourselves, Mr. Zimmerman.
You are a great American and a role model for the rest of us". etc etc

Zimmy drives home, smiling, ear-to-ear. "I'm OK", he assures himself.

On the way home, Zimmy stops to get some gas. As he is pumping fuel, some guy pulling out of the station
says, out of his driver-side window as he glides past, "Murderer!"

Zimmy whips around, strains to see the license plate, but it is too dark, and the car pulls out too fast.


George Zimmerman, this is your life.