captmcblack
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G. Zimmerman taken into custody after allegedly threatening wife (no charges filed)
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The comparison was already made with all the Praise God tweets and Facebook posts.
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GZ probably has a lot of dirt on here. We know O'mara and crew would put her in a proverbial grave.
Vicetrailia
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Damn, I thought they were gonna wait for Sean Hannity to tell them what to think.
Now now, he hasn't been found guilty in a court of law, so you can't call him a criminal!
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Devolution
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He was a criminal before he killed Trayvon. He had charges and assaulted people. Daddy kept him out of trouble though. But we're supposed to believe Trayvon was the bully. Such bullshit.
onlyindreams
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Maninthemirror
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His wife should have stood her ground and taken care of the altercation
Big Baybee
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His heart is in the right place. Things just got out if hand guys.
Angelus Errare
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But he smoked weed and was going to make lean from tea and skittles (wut?)
Yes I am sure he is just going to go away.
R10Neymarfan
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I still laugh at the fact that one of the jurors said the George was a good man
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=04ji8sXITtY&html5=1
Let those words sink in for a bit. hahaha
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=04ji8sXITtY&html5=1
Let those words sink in for a bit. hahaha
badcrumble
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This is pretty consistent with how things go with domestic abuse victims, sadly.
LOL WOW. GD
mightynine
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I'm sure she was at one point or another in their marriage.
No, but I'm sure George can't wait to pound her head into the ground over 20 times at the next available opportunity.
Frankly, I knew that he was scum from the beginning. But damn...I certainly didn't know about all of this.
polyh3dron
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EmCeeGramr
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TRIER - OVER 400 YEARS AGO
"Father, the accused will see you now."
The Corrector, a simple man with fat cheeks and innocent eyes, entered the dank chamber, upon the floor there which a man lay bound by hempen cords. His face was turned away.
"Herr Martin? I am Father Zimmermann. I have been appointed by the archbishop to determine if you are a witch, and inflict punishment if necessary."
The figure was silent.
"If you do not defend yourself from accusation, I will be forced to assume that you are guilty of all charges, and hand you over for execution."
At this, a deep, guttural laugh began to echo.
"Witch? By Allah, you Christians make me laugh."
The priest instinctively crossed himself at the name of Baphomet, the Mahommedean god. He was unsure of how to proceed. This was clearly no mere witch.
"Kill me, and my spirit will continue to roam. This man is merely a vessel, like a pitcher holds water, or a cow holds the pox. No blade, no club, no rope, no water or fire may destroy me."
To Father Zimmermann's horror, Martin turned his face. The man had been well known in Trier for his pale skin and golden hair. Now it was black as coal, with hair like wire.
"Come now, Father. Strike me down. I have already had my way with dozens of women in this town. The seed line of my kind will be strong here. I will merely take one of their bodies within an instant."
Zimmermann, terrifed, reached into his robes and produced a matchlock pistol and flint. The demon's eyes widened for a moment in fear.
"This, this is your weakness, isn't it," the priest shouted as he prepared to fire. "I've read about your kind. With this, it'll take time for you to steal flesh again. Time enough for me to purify and prepare."
"This will not be the end, Father! I shall return! My master's plans were made eons ago, and will come to fruition many years from today!"
"From fire and smoke you came, and by fire and smoke you return!"
He fired once into the heart, and the man once known as Martin lay dead. The guards ran in and quailed at the demon's face.
"Destroy this body at once, with flame. I must return to my chambers and meditate on this."
~one week later~
Father Zimmermann examined the artifacts found within the demon's pockets. A strange flask of liquid, bitter in taste. Sweets like those made from honey, but with a stronger flavor. Finally, an odd herb that produced an acrid smoke. He frowned. He would need help. If the demon's words were true (and that in itself was an uncertainty), he would need help.
He heard a rapping at the door and shouted a greeting. Four priests and three of the most loyal guardsmen entered his study.
"My friends, we have gathered here today to undertake a task of mortal importance. We will become the first society of negro spirit hunters."
"Father, the accused will see you now."
The Corrector, a simple man with fat cheeks and innocent eyes, entered the dank chamber, upon the floor there which a man lay bound by hempen cords. His face was turned away.
"Herr Martin? I am Father Zimmermann. I have been appointed by the archbishop to determine if you are a witch, and inflict punishment if necessary."
The figure was silent.
"If you do not defend yourself from accusation, I will be forced to assume that you are guilty of all charges, and hand you over for execution."
At this, a deep, guttural laugh began to echo.
"Witch? By Allah, you Christians make me laugh."
The priest instinctively crossed himself at the name of Baphomet, the Mahommedean god. He was unsure of how to proceed. This was clearly no mere witch.
"Kill me, and my spirit will continue to roam. This man is merely a vessel, like a pitcher holds water, or a cow holds the pox. No blade, no club, no rope, no water or fire may destroy me."
To Father Zimmermann's horror, Martin turned his face. The man had been well known in Trier for his pale skin and golden hair. Now it was black as coal, with hair like wire.
"Come now, Father. Strike me down. I have already had my way with dozens of women in this town. The seed line of my kind will be strong here. I will merely take one of their bodies within an instant."
Zimmermann, terrifed, reached into his robes and produced a matchlock pistol and flint. The demon's eyes widened for a moment in fear.
"This, this is your weakness, isn't it," the priest shouted as he prepared to fire. "I've read about your kind. With this, it'll take time for you to steal flesh again. Time enough for me to purify and prepare."
"This will not be the end, Father! I shall return! My master's plans were made eons ago, and will come to fruition many years from today!"
"From fire and smoke you came, and by fire and smoke you return!"
He fired once into the heart, and the man once known as Martin lay dead. The guards ran in and quailed at the demon's face.
"Destroy this body at once, with flame. I must return to my chambers and meditate on this."
~one week later~
Father Zimmermann examined the artifacts found within the demon's pockets. A strange flask of liquid, bitter in taste. Sweets like those made from honey, but with a stronger flavor. Finally, an odd herb that produced an acrid smoke. He frowned. He would need help. If the demon's words were true (and that in itself was an uncertainty), he would need help.
He heard a rapping at the door and shouted a greeting. Four priests and three of the most loyal guardsmen entered his study.
"My friends, we have gathered here today to undertake a task of mortal importance. We will become the first society of negro spirit hunters."
-somewhere in the sahara desert, ??/??/2013 -
A cloaked figure sat on the floor meditating. He knew he couldn't linger much longer, as Agenda 21 was steadily making progress... It would start with the imprisonment of an innocent American hero based on manufactured charges... and eventually spiral out into the african dictator forcing everyone into gay marriage, with the power of reverse racism and climate change fear. Liberty was at stake. He had to hurry.
Suddenly, the eyes of the mediating figure snapped open as he felt a surge of power go through him.
"I..I did it.."
As he stretched his arms out, a smirk appeared on his face. Blinding light shot forth from his hand and an explosion erupted which could be heard from miles upon miles away.
"There is no time...I must...fulfill my destiny. "
Wind swirled around Ron Paul as floated up into the air, out of the mile-long crater he had just created. He discarded the cloak, revealing elegant blond hair swaying behind him. His piercing green eyes were fixed upon the horizon.
"Obama...wait for me...! "
He had done it. He had obtained his birthright. He had become a super saiyan.
edit:fucckkkk, i can't compete with emcee^
A cloaked figure sat on the floor meditating. He knew he couldn't linger much longer, as Agenda 21 was steadily making progress... It would start with the imprisonment of an innocent American hero based on manufactured charges... and eventually spiral out into the african dictator forcing everyone into gay marriage, with the power of reverse racism and climate change fear. Liberty was at stake. He had to hurry.
Suddenly, the eyes of the mediating figure snapped open as he felt a surge of power go through him.
"I..I did it.."
As he stretched his arms out, a smirk appeared on his face. Blinding light shot forth from his hand and an explosion erupted which could be heard from miles upon miles away.
"There is no time...I must...fulfill my destiny. "
Wind swirled around Ron Paul as floated up into the air, out of the mile-long crater he had just created. He discarded the cloak, revealing elegant blond hair swaying behind him. His piercing green eyes were fixed upon the horizon.
"Obama...wait for me...! "
He had done it. He had obtained his birthright. He had become a super saiyan.
edit:fucckkkk, i can't compete with emcee^
Big Baybee
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No one focused on his violent criminal history. Trayvon smoked weed so he was the thug.
badcrumble
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Poltergust
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Criminal charges do not have to be filed by the victim, you know. The state would be the one ultimately deciding whether to charge someone with a crime or not. Plus, there apparently was a witness to this altercation.
Devolution
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Arrested for “resisting officer with violence” and “battery of law enforcement officer,” both third-degree felonies, accused of DV, and picked up and threw a woman while working security which got him fired.
polyh3dron
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We're through the looking glass, people.
badcrumble
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Are we going to believe this fucking murderer again?
Devolution
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Most people here don't, but you know enough people probably do.
Oh how the past repeats itself over and over with this guy.
And here we go again...
I covered that already in an earlier post - "another" witness in addition to the city worker who was across the street, who wouldn't have been in position to see a gun in someone's lap as they sat in a car. Had you bothered to read my post, that is.
Dude Abides
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He killed once, and he'll kill again if he gets the chance. Rabid dogs need to be put down.
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