"It makes sense to me", I said. Half listening. Dave and I had been on the phone for about one hour tossing around theories and trying to call how the Martin case was going to game out. Actually that's not too accurate...as of today there is no case. That's kinda the problem. A young boy, with skittles and Ice Tea in his hands is going on two months dead and the man who killed him because he wouldn't listen to the cops who asked him not to pursue...hasn't even been arrested.
Not to mention that each passing day logical calisthenics are paraded in front of a nation long since suffering from a newly reformed sense of racial hatred. Automatically, to protect precious NRA-written gun laws and to, once again, try another poke at President Obama's skin color, regressives have turned this into a clown show. Fake Uncles, Disappearing Lawyers, Long Lost Brothers, witnesses 911 calls and then there's George Zimmerman's tale of what happened. It's not just that it is ridiculous but it reads like a fully formed narrative coming apart at the seams. Too pat for such a chaotic moment. Too detailed. Too Hollywood. And it's that last one that Dave was building up in our convo...and, right or wrong, he crafts a possibility so thick that George Zimmerman's story begins to unravel under it. That's what I heard. That's what the Washington Post heard too.