The
tragi-drama that is George Zimmerman is apparently coming to a
painful end. He's homeless, or so he says, and despite his fat little
cheeks, he says nobody will make him a sandwich.
Awww
poor baby. Guess his fake white privileges have run out.
Don't
see his Judge-Daddy or arrogant big brother riding to his rescue,
which is usually a clear family sign in most instances, that the
troubled one really is a fuck up, despite what they said in public,
and they just want him to go away, too.
Georgie
says he is also suffering from PTSD but how would he know that since
he told reporters his doctor no longer allows him to schlep in
through the back door. He's so famous now.
Man..homeless,
no food, suffering PTSD, and so famous he has to wear a bullet proof
vest, because he can no longer afford body guards.
Everybody
wants him or wants to do him harm...victimized for life.
What a
life...what a life.
Of
course Trayvon Martin is just dead.
Think
about that for a moment.
Trayvon
the candy-loving kid, who forced Georgie Z to get out of his car, led him
into a dark place, where Georgie had to pull his gun and shoot
because the candy loving kid was beating his ass.
Ass
whippin' from a kid.....makes you wonder how George suddenly found
the balls to announce that he was willing to climb into a boxing
ring with a Black man to make some money to pay off his massive
lawyer debt from trial.
Georgie
Z wants ya to know that he is not a racist either. He has black relatives, and he is the real victim here and he's not sorry for
pulling the trigger. He was exercising his god-given rights as a fake
white man in the United States of America, and only God will judge
him.
Yep..Calling on God...true
sign of a guilty man.
Georgie
Z...may you live long and never prosper...
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