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[onlyindreams]

this all needs to be compiled and put on fanfiction.net or something. it can't end here. I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT

Let's just hope it doesn't start turning into erotic fanfiction

Spoiler

Or hope that it does

 

[Baby Milo]

Gaf should get on this.

This should be Gaf's number one priority for 2013

she fat bro

 

[bonercop]

Operation Caliphate:Legends » by EmCeeGramr and Angelus
As GZu is recovering from the ordeal of slaying the African beast known as Martin, he is suddenly thrust into his most heart-wrenching challenge yet as his lover is taken over by the deceased monster. Meanwhile the dark forces of a new caliphate, and an even greater foe, are gathering behind the scenes.
Rated: M - English - Sci-Fi/Romance - Chapters: 13 - Words: 44,343 - Reviews: 2 - Updated: 9-9-13 - Published: 9-9-13 - GZu · TM · Obama

 

[commedieu]

This thread... lol. Stoopiddd..

 

[polyh3dron]

This asshole, he always gets away.

 

[siddhu33]

To be honest, if Zimmerman gets in a fight, all he has to do is to make sure there are no witnesses, and just kill them in Florida. The CIA should hire him for assassinations(Fanfic writers insert plot here)

 

[JCreasy]

This asshole, he always gets away.

Well, we'll see. Maybe one day his fortunes will change.

 

[whytemyke]

Let's just hope it doesn't start turning into erotic fanfiction

Spoiler

Or hope that it does

*looks up from his tumblr*

TOO LATE BRO!

 

[NotTheGuyYouKill]

Well, we'll see. Maybe one day his fortunes will change.

You want to make the situation more incompetent than it already is?

 

[commedieu]

You want to make the situation more incompetent than it already is?

Take that Dexter show & following...
take all that.

 

[Junior Mint]

lmao @ mackelmore

 

[Cyan]

ABC is saying they Shellie and her father aren't going to press charges

Not surprising. Obama's masterplan to distract attention from his latest scandal was unearthed by Twitter geniuses too quickly, before it could be fully deployed. He must've called off the dogs once @AUstndrd and @DagnyLives exposed him.


EmCee, you're killing me like Father Zimmerman killed neghrosts.

 

[skybald]

Man, I hear almost about as much about this guy as I do Obama.

 

[Figboy79]

I don't understand this dude.

If I was Zimmerman, and I was just acquitted of a crime that the vast majority of the country think you were guilty of, I'd grow a fat ass lumberjack beard (or fake on), lose as much weight as possible (Christian Bale, The Machinist like), and get the fuck out of the country.

I would not:

1) Go speeding across Texas (or any other state), and get a speeding ticket.
2) Get another speeding ticket in another state.
3) Threaten my soon to be ex wife and father in law while having a weapon on me.

Seriously. Just get the fuck out of America already. It just seems like a no-brainer when so much of the country just doesn't fricking like you.

Many of us have already known that Zimmerman was scum, based off of, well, his history of scumbucketlery. He may have gotten off once again, but that's only going to fuel his ego, and make him more brazen, and, unfortunately, he really is going to hurt somebody next time. I don't want anyone else to get hurt just so this douche-nozzle will finally get what's coming to him. It should have been handled the first time around.

This guy. This fucking guy...

 

[Link]

Man, I hear almost about as much about this guy as I do Obama.

Well, the guy is completely unhinged and an obvious menace who really should be behind bars right now.

Zimmerman's not so great, either.

 

[Gattsu25]

I will not get my hopes up.


Also...

operation caliphate rises from the ashes...

She had sex with a black guy wearing a hoodie and eating skittles. Zimmerman found her smoking pot and demanded to know why she was doing such thuggish things. This is when Ms. Zimmerman broke down and told her husband about her infidelity to a black man named Martin Trevon. Upon hearing this Zimmerman could only think of the piercing roar by the savage Travyon Martin and his declaration of it "starting" before Zimmerman could end the beast's reign over man. Had it come true? What this what Travyon Martin had foretold?

Zimmerman didn't have much time on his hands. He knew the only way to save both the white establishment and his wife was to bring out The Colt, and banish Travyon's spirit from this mortal world forever, George had only destroyed Trayvon's vessel but his spirit had infected thousands. He knew what he had to do but he did not relish in the thought of putting his own wife down. Ms. Zimmerman continued her story about how she felt her body being taken over by a benevolent spirit and wrapped her arms around George, her tears streaming onto his shoulders. George placed one hand around her and held her closely. "I know it's not your fault" he said as tears became to roll down his own face.

In his other hand he held the gun that was to purge the spirit out of Ms. Zimmerman. She tensed up, the Travyon demon seed that was now in her knew what George was trying to do and pushed away from him. "You will NOT take this vessel from me Geroge!" the demon spoke from Ms. Zimmerman, and she bolted out the room. George began to give chase only to feel a throbbing from the back of his head, he placed his hand where the throbbing was coming from and felt a warm liquid; it was blood. His old wound had reopened, "It truly is him" George muttered.

deep within the dungeons of the white house, o'bama's light skinned palms wrapped around the black seeing stone. his hands tensed as he felt a strange energy.

he opened his dull, bloodshot eyes, and his lips curled back in a nubian smirk. purple smoke of the holy weed issued forth.

"he rises"

Deep within the frozen jungles of Nordexico, Jarl-God Frodulichlti trembled in his throne in the great pyramid hall. His brow furrowed. Black smoke like the raven's feathers rose in the north-east-west-south.

A Viking messenger in jaguar skins burst into the hall.

"O Lord of the Sun and the Moon!" he cried. "Our enemy has returned. The foul spirit has taken on new rainment in the flesh. He seeks vengeance against our most noble son."

Frodulichlti stood up. He was mighty and tall for a Nordexican, at 17 hands, and his black hair was stark against his fair skin.

"Prepare the war axes, saddle the llamas," he ordered. "The White-Hispanics go to war."

George was at his home pouring over the notes fellow negro spirit slayers left him, for months George feared that the spirit of Travyon Martin was still in this realm and that his job was not yet complete.

"What did I miss?!" George yelled out in frustration, his downed his Mike's Hard Lemonade and slumped in his chair, it took the edge off his heightened spirit slayer senses. "I did everything correct to get rid of the demon, yet he still lives?" George could not comprehend why or how Trayvon's evil spirit had touched so many. Tilting his head back he stared at the yellowed ceiling, his father's words repeating through his head "They shall not see you as a hero my young son. It will be a thankless job and the evil negro spirit will continue to bring our people to their side. Set aside your petty desires to be seen as hero and know you do The One True God's work."

Frustrated, George threw his bottle onto the floor, the bottle shattered sending shards of glass flying around the study. George buried his face into his hands and let out a long drawn out sigh. He wondered if he must spend the rest of his life hunting this spirit, he wondered if he would ever be able to settle down and achieve true happiness. Before he could get lost in his thoughts his cellphone rang. It was Shellie, Ms. Zimmerman's sister. George's heart sunk and he got a knot in his throat upon reading her text message.

"Come quick GZus, there's this thick lingering purple haze everywhere, and I just saw black guy in hoodie named Martin Trevon leaving Lorri's room and we can't get her to respond. There's Arizona tea in the fridge, I'm scared. The cops won't be able to help with this, you have to come now!"

George begged the One True God for it not to be what he believed it was and begged for some semblance of happiness and to spare his wife his life of misery. As sudden as his emotional state came, it left just as quickly. George opened his armory and grabbed his hunting gear. He knew what he might had to do and he knew that everyone in that house could be possessed by Travyon's spirit.

George had two missions tonight, purge the spirit from his family, and find it's familiar one black man named Martin Trevon before he bred more fair skinned women. He had finished preparing for a night of slaying and rushed to the door. He stopped before leaving and grabbed his iPod; the American Flag vynil on the backside glowed in the darkness and set George's heart at easy. He put the headphones in his ear and hit play, "Thrift Shop" by Mackelmore blasted through headphones. "The first mainstream rapper in years to actually have something to say." Zimmerman muttered before closing the door to his sanctuary.

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."

-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^

No sooner did Shellie hang up her call with GZus did Lorri appear seemingly out of nowhere. Startled by her sister's appearance Shellie gasped clutching her chest.

"Jesus you scared the shit out of me Lorri! GZus is on his way over, Lorri I have to ask you....who was that black guy?" Lorri just stood in the hallway looking down at the ground. Shellie could barely make out her sister in the dark but could tell something was off about her, Lorri began to slowly walk towards Shellie not saying anything. Shellie's hairs began to stand up on the back of her neck, she could see remnents of the purple haze that was outside of Shellie's door minutes ago and grew more hesistant as Lorri inched closer.

"Lorri, you need to talk to me sweetie. Are you okay?" Lorri said nothing and continued to walk towards Shellie. Her skin had darked a bit and her hair started to form what could only be described as dreadlocks. Dreadlocks were strictly banned in several parts of Florida due to their spiritual background and made for great conduits for malevolent spirits of the darker variety.

"I was right" Shellie said, she turned and began to ran towards the stairs calling out her father. "Dad, it's Lorri! She's been possessed by the spirit! GZus was right!" There was no response to be had. Shellie had no time to think and continued to make her way towards the stairs. Lorri grabbed her and Shellie let out a scream, for she had looked into Shellie's eyes and she was met with a dehumanizing stare, it was at that point that Shellie knew...the Lorri she knew was gone.

The yellowed eyes gazed back at her and her blackened lips parted with a smile before whispering into her ear "Now George will have no choice but to put us all down. I will have my revenge!" Her voice was raspy but sweet, destructive and uneven but harmonic. Shellie could do nothing and felt herself giving into her baser instincts. She was succumbing to the spirit's words, the purple haze she saw before was swirling around both of them. She could only look on in terror, no screams escaped her lips, no tears rolled down her face. The purple haze entered through her nose and mouth and she felt her soul bonding with...something. She put up no struggle, no offered no resistance she tasted the blackness and there was no going back. Her vision blurred, her memories ran together and slowly everything faded to black.

Author's notes: I hope GZus can save his wife and family before it's too late.

George collapsed on the bed. He had failed. Utterly, completely failed. His family was in the hands of the demon. No one would believe him, not after Caliph Obama's smear campaign over the last year. Tears welled in his eyes. As a boy he always thought aht his grandfather's stupid stories about negrhosts were fake. He wished now that they were. He wanted to wake up in a world where he hadn't been attacked by that hulking giant Martin, where he hadn't been chained in Obama's dungeon waiting for a sentence. Jesus Christ, Odin, and Quetzalcoatl had saved him from jail once. Would they save him again? Was this all a trial?

Suddenly, he felt a presence in the room. His years of experience (mental scenarios) sprung into action, quickly unholstering his firearm and assuming a tactical stance for tactical action. A meek old man was standing by the door.

"Who are you? Answer now!" The old man didn't look like another Black Panther assassin-borg, but their cloaking technology had become increasingly advanced over the last few months.

"It's all right, George. I'm here to help."

The man's words were soothing. The man felt like someone George could trust, like a priest or doctor.

"That's right, George. I am a doctor. A doctor for people, and for America."

"Wait... did you read my mind?"

"Minds aren't read, George. They speak out to any who can hear. And yours is crying out."

"Wait... you're that politician guy... Ron Paul. Why are you here, Mr. Pau- er, I mean Congressman Paul?"

"Dr. Paul, is all right, George. And I'm here because I was sent. You need something to help you in this fight. Your current weapon won't do you any good. Not anymore."

George was skeptical. His current gun was a tactical Kel-Tec tactical pistol with two tactical sights and tactical grip. According to the ancient guidelines, everything should be fine for the average slaying.

"This is no average slaying, George," responded Dr. Paul after George had scarcely finished his thought. "'Martin' returned after barely a year and a half after his exorcism. And he's more powerful than ever. His time is at hand. His master gives him new strength."

"Obama..."

"Yes. I tried to warn you. And now it's happening."

"But... what weapon can stop this?"

Suddenly a glittering and blinding light filled the room. A revolver made of pure gold appeared in Dr. Paul's hands.

Gold? George had to stop from laughing. Gold was notoriously unfit for gunmaking. And a revolver? It couldn't even have a tactical magazine attached to it.

"This is no ordinary gold, George. This is purestrain gold. Once it was the source of America's greatness. Then fiat currency came, and all was lost. This gold cannot be changed by any force other than a man's will. Until we can make a printed gun from Bitcoins, it is the most potent firearm in this world. This... is the Gold .45 Revolver."

I think I gathered them all.

These are amazing. Bravo


Edit: Reaching into the future..

George pulled up to the house, none of the lights were active on the property and he feared the worst. He grabbed his negrhost slayer book and poured over the notes one last time. There had to be a way to save his family and slay the spirit. He flipped to the section about their weaknesses and noticed two of the pages had been purposefully stuck together. Carefully George unpeeled the pages and read over the passages.

"One of the most powerful weapons negrhost slayers have is their enhanced abilities granted by the Whitus Privilegus." George recited, he let out a long drawn out sigh.

"I know this already! But how can I save my family!?" Then it hit him, he can use the spells he learned! George thanked the One True God he packed the necessary materials just in case. He reached in the backseat and took out his bag of potions and ingredients.

Grabbing an empty vial, he mixed random ingredients with haste. "I forgot the basics! How could I be so dumb?!" He said to himself in frustration. He grabbed grounded meat of chickens old concentrated kooled aid and mixed them together with several drops of waters from pools unknown. He prepared 5 vials and blessed them with readings from the book of Desses.

"This is as ready as I'll ever be." George said to himself while holding the charm given to him by the prophet Ronpaul.

He got out of his vehicle and headed towards the house, above he could see that the purple haze had enveloped the entire house. Running across the grass he could hear crunching beneath his feet, looking down he saw a red package.

"No! It can not be!" George grabbed the package and examimed it closely. His fears were justified it was indeed the same package of unholy skittles that Trayvon used to momentarily dull his senses.

"I must save them!" he said under muffled breath and slowly opened the front door.


Take it away EmCee

 

[Byakuya769]

Who is doing a dramatic reading?

 

[Necromanti]

Came for the news and inevitable justice.

Stayed for the neghrost chronicles.

 

[Angelus Errare]

George pulled up to the house, none of the lights were active on the property and he feared the worst. He grabbed his neghrost slayer book and poured over the notes one last time. There had to be a way to save his family and slay the spirit. He flipped to the section about their weaknesses and noticed two of the pages had been purposefully stuck together. Carefully George unpeeled the pages and read over the passages.

"One of the most powerful weapons neghrost slayers have is their enhanced abilities granted by the Whitus Privilegus." George recited, he let out a long drawn out sigh.

"I know this already! But how can I save my family!?" Then it hit him, he can use the spells he learned! George thanked the One True God he packed the necessary materials just in case. He reached in the backseat and took out his bag of potions and ingredients.

Grabbing an empty vial, he mixed random ingredients with haste. "I forgot the basics! How could I be so dumb?!" He said to himself in frustration. He grabbed grounded meat of chickens old, concentrated kooled aid and mixed them together with several drops of swimming waters from pools unknown. He prepared 5 vials and blessed them with readings from the book of Desses.

"This is as ready as I'll ever be." George said to himself while holding the charm given to him by the prophet Ronpaul.

He got out of his vehicle and headed towards the house, above he could see that the purple haze had enveloped the entire house. Running across the grass he could hear crunching beneath his feet, looking down he saw a red package.

"No! It can not be!" George grabbed the package and examined it closely. His fears were justified it was indeed the same package of unholy skittles that Trayvon used to momentarily dull his senses.

"I must save them!" he said under muffled breath and slowly opened the front door.


Take it away EmCee

 

[SummitAve]

God it pisses me off that they fattened him up and had him grow his hair out for the court trial.

If I knew I could potentially be going to prison for a very long time, I would fatten the fuck up too.

 

[akira28]

No, it's not. An innocent kid being dead is tragic. Zimmerman being a step from jail isn't.

So many lives ruined by one man's careless actions. This entire thing is definitely a tragedy, in the literal sense, (and yes PD, in the figurative one too. I'll allow him that. This idiot didn't mean to become a murderer, but he sure did lie to save his skin. Many would.), everything that happens is his fault and he's pulling he mountain down on top of him as he falls.

If you're talking about justice, even if he ends up dead or in jail by his own misdoings, Trayvon doesn't get justice.

edit: holy shit at that golden revolver and that link.

 

[fallagin]

Time to stage another car accident.

 

[OpinionatedCyborg]

So he gained weight to appear more sympathetic lol?

Is this true?

 

[Bodacious]

"He’s in his car and he continually has his hand on his gun and he keeps saying 'step closer' and he’s just threatening all of us," Shellie Zimmerman said in the 911 call, adding that George Zimmerman was "trying to shut the garage door" on her.

Wow, this is really out of character for Zimmerman.
.

Hours later, Shellie Zimmerman changed her story and said she never saw a firearm, said Bracknell. For the time being, "domestic violence can't be invoked because she has changed her story and says she didn't see a firearm," Bracknell said.

http://www.clickorlando.com/news/ge...say/-/1637132/21851424/-/tlxm3oz/-/index.html


Domestic violence is serious stuff, but it's a nightmare for the criminal justice system because it's often impossible to tell who's telling the truth. (Absent actual physical injury that tells the tale clearly, of course.) But women make up stories like this, 100% bullshit, all the time, especially when there's a pending divorce. Men do it too, but tend not to be believed as much as women. I've even aware of some divorce lawyers who, without actually saying they should do so, imply to their female clients that arranging for a domestic violence incident will give her lots of leverage in the divorce, since a conviction for a domestic violence offense = no more firearms. Once she's got that over his head, a lot of men will agree to any terms in the divorce to get the wife to drop the charges / change her story.

 

[EmCeeGramr]

"Shellie! Mr. Morgan! It's George! Are you all right?"

There was no answer. The house was silent. George tactically tip-toed through the home, his hand on his pistol's tactical grip. The den was like one of those ghost towns; a bowl of popcorn still on the table, a remote control laying on the couch. The TiVo had finished recording that night's episode of Dexter. George unconsciously nodded approvingly at their choice of fine television dramas; Breaking Bad had made a mockery of White-Hispanics everywhere.

A strong scent of burning green leafy material burned George's nose. His eyes watered. He was here.

"I'm here, George." The voice was like Shellie's, but different. It was him. The wound on George's head began to throb.

"Well. What do you think they'll say now?" Martin-Shellie whispered.

"Shellie? Martin!? Where are you!? Who's 'they'!?" George was terrified. All of his training, and none of it prepared him for this. It was all wrong. Martin shouldn't have taken new flesh yet. He whipped around in a panic as he saw Mr. Morgan, Shellie's father, walk into the room.

"Why, the media, of course." His voice was the same. "George Zimmerman, let off after his trial, attacks his ex-wife and her father at their home. Brandishes a gun at them. Well, now, maybe the made a mistake about him being innocent? Maybe us media folks were right."

"The hell are you talking about? I haven't pulled a gun. There's no story here."

A chuckle made George spin around again. It was Shellie now.

"Of course there is." S/he mocked. "I called the police ten minutes ago. They're on their way. What a story this will be."

George's legs nearly failed him. It was happening again. Why was it happening again?

"I... I took down Martin in his physical blackborn form. He had extra muscle fibers in his legs to stop me, and I still did it. What hope do you have?"

It was a bluff, and Martin knew it.

"Kill me? You couldn't hurt these bodies if you wanted to." Martin spoke out now from the both of them. George began to get dizzy trying to keep his eyes on both of them as much as possible.

"But you would if forced!" At that, Martin-as-Shellie grabbed George's left shoulder. He tried to pull her off, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right hand. Martin-as-Morgan had rushed from behind, and slammed his own face into George's fist.

"Oh! You've hit me! A poor old man! That temper of yours is legendary, George."

"Why? Why me!? Why are you doing this!? I have nothing you want, destroying my life, throwing me in jail, doesn't help whatever sick goal you have! Obama's plan to unleash that army into America failed when I was declared innocent! [Eager EmCee: Secret Caliphate #2, true believers!]"

"Doesn't it? You are the last of the slayers. The last line of defense. Even the rest of the Nordemexicans have squirreled themselves away in hiding. You should join them. Once your latest media stint is over. Oh, and one last thing George. You aren't going to jail."

"Wha-?" George's question was cut off by the sound of sirens and a helicopter. He left the house in a daze, looked up at the sky, and was greeted by the spotlight of a news chopper.

"Sir, could you come here, please?" George numbly followed the officer's orders. He answered few of the questions. How could he tell the truth? The world already thought him a monster. He wouldn't give them the pleasure of thinking him a lunatic as well.

"Oh, it's alright, officer." He heard Martin-as-Shellie's voice in the distance. Couldn't the officers hear it? Of course not. "We won't press charges. You know how his temper can be."


An hour later, George was listening to his lawyer yap on the phone about press statements. He didn't care.

George had collapsed on the bed. He had failed. Utterly, completely failed.

 

[watershed]

Is anyone surprised by this?

 

[Rayis]

I don't believe in karma but fuck if this doesn't seem like it got him good!

 

[Drakeon]

Hope they get a competent jury this time and the police didn't assume he was innocent, so already an improvement.

 

[Cyan]

EmCee and Mandrake need to have a writeoff one of these days.

Goddamn.

 

[Figboy79]

HOLY SHIT, EmCee! LMAO.

Look, if we can get "twerk" into the dictionary, we need to get "negrhost" as well. It just needs to happen. Man, this thread has been a hoot to read.

 

[NumberTwo]

The Negrhost Chronicles? My God, you guys have a best seller on your hands and you're giving it away for free!

The Negrhost Ultimatum
The Negrhost Directive

 

[Shaanyboi]

I read the thread title and honestly had to laugh. I mean not at him threatening his wife, but I mean this just keeps going, doesn't it?

 

[Link]

Wtf with these long scripted posts ?

Anyways, the truth is even though many of us dislike the guy, we cannot jump on a guilty verdict simple using this incident as a basis. There may be so many outside variables at play here that we do not know about and there's no way to know if this is indicative of behavior that has subsided within him prior to the murder (yes, I still maintain it was) or is a result of the last two years of stress. Regardless, Zimmermann is in a bad situation and theman was never found to find peace innocent or no.

Yeah, not like this is a pattern with him or anything.

"We can't come to a conclusion about him from these six incidents alone!"

 

[TAJ]

Wow.

I'm dying here. What's with the hilarious fan fiction in this thread?

When you kill someone and claim it was god's will, you kinda invite people to imagine you having conversations with the voices in your head about who you should shoot.

 

[KidGalactus]

Look, again, I hate the guy, but this pattern, so to speak, is being put together after the trial. As such, you have to prove the reasons for the behavior and that there it is indicative of a past history of some sort of mental or anger issues. In of itself, it does not indicate that.

You could paint anyone who has lost their temper several times as a murderer.

Is it your opinion that murderers should be considered incapable of murder until they murder someone else?

 

[Big Baybee]

Look, again, I hate the guy, but this pattern, so to speak, is being put together after the trial. As such, you have to prove the reasons for the behavior and that there it is indicative of a past history of some sort of mental or anger issues. In of itself, it does not indicate that.

You could paint anyone who has lost their temper several times as a murderer.

Well he had a history of violence before he killed Trayvon, just picking up where he left off I guess.

 

[Massive Duck. C.M.]

Innocent until proven guilty? Yeah, I guess so. You have to find him guilty based on evidence surrounding the matter at hand. He threatening his wife is irrelevant to the Martin case.

Go back to the ice cream stand, Don

 

[~Devil Trigger~]

Book title.

The Book of Zimm: American Defender

 

[gutter_trash]

Well, we'll see. Maybe one day his fortunes will change.

that Dexter is dead ^

present day Season 8 Dext is more like:

 

[vas_a_morir]

Is it your opinion that murderers should be considered incapable of murder until they murder someone else?

I wouldn't consider anybody incapable of murder.

 

[SUPREME1]

said 12 voices in perfect unison

Perfect. Wow.

 

[Technosteve]

where is blame space? why isn't he reading this in a dramatic fashion?

 

[televator]

Not sure if serious . . . but let's start with the fact that he had his ass at HER parents' house.

They're currently separated . . . as in, living apart.

What the hell was he over there for?

This might sound familiar . . . HE WAS CLEARLY THE AGGRESSOR!

Exactly. As if it needed to be more obvious that this is clearly a guy who lacks self restraint. It was only lucky for him the last time that there was a law that covers self restraint lacking wannabe cowboys like him.

 

[Odrion]

I don't understand this dude.

If I was Zimmerman, and I was just acquitted of a crime that the vast majority of the country think you were guilty of, I'd grow a fat ass lumberjack beard (or fake on), lose as much weight as possible (Christian Bale, The Machinist like), and get the fuck out of the country.

I would not:

1) Go speeding across Texas (or any other state), and get a speeding ticket.
2) Get another speeding ticket in another state.
3) Threaten my soon to be ex wife and father in law while having a weapon on me.

Seriously. Just get the fuck out of America already. It just seems like a no-brainer when so much of the country just doesn't fricking like you.

Many of us have already known that Zimmerman was scum, based off of, well, his history of scumbucketlery. He may have gotten off once again, but that's only going to fuel his ego, and make him more brazen, and, unfortunately, he really is going to hurt somebody next time. I don't want anyone else to get hurt just so this douche-nozzle will finally get what's coming to him. It should have been handled the first time around.

This guy. This fucking guy...

At this point he can literally chew into the trachea of a small child and get away with it. Man, this friggen' country.

 

[B-Dubs]

I'm bothered by the fact she decided not to pursue a case against him. Whatever the reason, it doesn't speak well of her either.

That's not unusual for domestic violence cases. It's fairly common, that's just how it is.

 

[Figboy79]

At this point he can literally chew into the trachea of a small child and get away with it. Man, this friggen' country.

I know it's terrible, but that made me lol on the bus. It's funny cuz it's true!/s

Yeah, Zimm is a POS, but many of us have been saying that for over a year now, but devil's advocates and people being purposefully obtuse just kept moving goal posts for their mental gymnastics.

 

[Dude Abides]

I'm bothered by the fact she decided not to pursue a case against him. Whatever the reason, it doesn't speak well of her either.

Many people want to keep their marital troubles private. That concern would be particularly salient here.

 

[KidGalactus]

I wouldn't consider anybody incapable of murder.

Same.

And for that reason, when people with a history of aggression start behaving in a dangerous way, I think it is fair to be cautious and watchful of them.

 

[televator]

I'm bothered by the fact she decided not to pursue a case against him. Whatever the reason, it doesn't speak well of her either.

That's also pissing me off but for different reasons. Fox news had a hand in talking this guy up to celebrity status amongst gun cultists, whilst going to the lowest of lows to smear a dead kid by exaggerating benign and unrelated details about him. My guess is that's probably what's scaring her.

 

[Eighty Deuce]

That's also pissing me off but for different reasons. Fox news had a hand in talking this guy up to celebrity status amongst gun cultists, whilst going to the lowest of lows to smear a dead kid by exaggerating benign and unrelated details about him. My guess is that's probably what's scaring her.

Gun cultist? Really?