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Last night I tried to express what I felt were the central points of this debacle. I'll repeat it here, for what it's worth:

Imagine, just allow yourself to imagine ... You are in your vehicle on your way to the store one evening and you see a tall, slightly hunched over figure wobbling along the space between condominium buildings of your community in the dimness of the poorly lit sidewalk. The figure pauses in the misty rain to peer from under the sweatshirt hoodie he's wearing, to look into the back sliding doors of selected condos. It is dark and the figure is wearing dark clothing with the hood pulled full over his head, concealing his face for the most part. He is not easily seen from inside a lighted home since he is pausing between the lampposts when he stares into the homes shrouded in darkness beyond the reflecting glass.
You think this might just be related to the several burglaries which have happened in the community. You recall one young mother with two toddlers whose sliding door was broken into during one episode. The young mother tried to seal herself in an upstairs bedroom, only to have the intruders –two black males wearing hoodies-- try to open the locked bedroom door. The sirens approaching is all that sent them from the break-in. You decide to pause and watch the behavior of this hoodie wearing person for a few moments. He appears to be carrying something; perhaps burglary tools?
As the figure wobbles off into the darkness, you are on the phone to the police, to report a suspicious person. The police on the other end ask you where the perp is and where you are and where the perp seems to be going. You exit your vehicle to try and give the police a clear address and directions. With the police on the cell phone line, you walk along the sidewalk behind the disappearing hoodied figure. You inform the police that the figure is getting away and you speed up the pace of your walk, telling the police on the phone that you will try to keep the figure in sight. The police inform you that they don't need you to do that. You immediately stop following.
Disgruntled that a possible perp is going to get away, you plod back toward your vehicle. While you're talking to the police the hoodied figure suddenly appears and confronts you menacingly, demanding to know if you have a problem with him. The hoodied figure is considerably taller than you, seems to be in his late teens, and posing an angry figure indeed.
You exchange words with the figure, seeking to defuse the situation, waiting for some police presence to appear. The hoodied figure strikes out at you, suddenly, slamming down on your nose hard enough to break your nose and send you to the ground in the wet grass. Your eyes instantly tear up when your nose is smashed. You cannot get a clear view of the menacing figure above you. The attacker is immediately upon you slamming blows down upon your face and arms as you roll around trying to get the straddling, larger than you, attacking, black male off of you.
A nearby resident hollers at you both, informing you that they are going to call the police. You continue screaming for help, screaming into the darkness beside the concrete sidewalk where the mounting attacker is trying to slam your head into the edge of the walkway concrete. He succeeds in glancing your head off of the concrete a couple of times and you realize that if you do not act immediately, this attacker could knock your brains out, leaving your family to bury you. Your instinct for survival drives your hand deep into your pocket, to grasp the little Kel Tec .380 you have a license to carry concealed. Instincts are pushing you now. You get the pistol out just far enough that the attacker sees it! He grabs at it and you pull the trigger, firing the pistol upward at the attacker's chest looming over your bloody face. The gun isn't quite far enough free from the clothing from which you've tried to draw it, so the slide does not cycle fully, to pick-up a second round. You would keep firing to save yourself if the gun would cycle!
There is suddenly only the ringing in your ears of the round going off. The attacker appears to freeze for a split second above you.The first bullet has struck a vital organ and the attacker rolls off of you and clutches his chest.
You realize that you have been screaming all the time you were rolling around and finally firing the gun to stop the attacker. You fall silent until a resident rushes to the scene, a resident who recognizes you. The attacker has rolled onto his back and his arms have spread out from his chest. He is unconscious. You try to check him, to see if you can actually help this attacker who only a moment before was trying to kill you!
The police finally arrive. Residents with back doors toward the walkway are coming out of their homes, to assess the commotion. One asks if you're all right and if they can get your wife on the phone. You tell them to say you've shot someone. Things rush on, but you are in a daze, exhausted and yet trying to be helpful to the questioning police. The medics arrive and begin cleaning up your wounds. Someone behind you says the attacker is dead. Your heart sinks. You feel faint, drained of emotion suddenly, with the realization that you've had to kill someone in order to save your own life. But the attacker seemed young; strong, determined, very angry, mean even, but young!
The Police Chief in your town reviews the evidence and concludes that you have done nothing for which prosecution is warranted, so he allows you to go free, back to your community and your family. ... But after weeks pass, there are forces with racial agendas and political opportunists who decide this is too good to let this incident go to waste!
You become the focus of a national spectacle as the government you voted for now wants to use you as a tool to attack gun rights, to attack your state's Stand-Your-Ground laws. The same government you voted to help get elected is now working to destroy you and your family, in their political quest. You are arrested, jailed, and your life turned upside down, as the full weight of an agenda driven government attacks you with full complicity of a crazed regime sycophant cadre of media. The Police Chief who released you is subsequently fired and a more racially satisfactory person appointed in his place.
This new Policeman will do as the regime running the United States Justice Department directs him to do. Gradually, it becomes apparent that the regime wants to fabricate a crisis, a crisis that they will not let go to waste now that they have a mixed racial incident in a swing state –a state that the regime seeks to swing into the “D” column.
To build the tension, the un Justice Department directs local operatives to pursue an outlandish charge of Murder in the Second Degree. This same Justice Department regime even sends funds to organize the racially oriented demonstrations, to put enough pressure on the local government that they do as they are told. The federal regime fully intends to exploit black people and feed to them lies upon lies about what happened that night when you stopped to see if a wobbly figure staring into back windows in your community was perhaps one of the perps who had been breaking into condos for a past several weeks.
Can you, dear reader, imagine the weight of such evil aligned against you?
George Zimmerman doesn't have to imagine it. The Federal regime is doing exactly that, in their best tyrannical mode to force a crisis through the disgusting accomplices in Mister Zimmerman's town.