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I wrote this for the blog shortly after Trayvon Martin was murdered by George Zimmerman.

My Version

Oh, don’t you feel just terrible for that poor George? Zimmerman was crazed with fear and anxiety as he ran to catch up to the tall, lanky 17-year-old. My God, he's armed! George said to himself. Skittles! Bad omen. But Trayvon Martin had a can of iced tea, too!  Hmm, a deadly combination...cavities and bloat.

What to do...what to do, thought George to himself...I must calm down and remember what I’ve been trained to do in Neighborhood Watch classes.

Breathe...breathe...Oh, there is no use...the fear was gripping at his very soul.

Zimmerman, who, as luck would have it, was armed with a Kel Tec 9mm handgun. As he breathlessly caught up to Trayvon, George’s heart was pounding uncontrollably, as he closed in on the youth. Once close enough...(George didn’t want to miss)..BANG!...George blew the kid to kingdom come!

BANG!

Good-bye, Trayvon...Hope you didn’t have anything special planned for the rest of your life!

Too bad you didn’t know about Florida’s Right to Blow Anyone Away whom you a) don’t like, b) stole your parking place, c) looked at you cross-eyed.

You apparently came from one of them fancy states up North where the people don’t carry, don’t wait breathlessly for the next gun show,  have all their own teeth and Andy and Barney are the local Police!