You remember her, right? The malodorous muff who grinned like she just remembered the one time she had sex in her life (name of the farm animal involved withheld to protect the innocent critter) when she brought up George Zimmerman on charges of murder based on the evidence of… The evidence of absolutely no evidence at all.
She was rumored to be so pleased with herself at the time that she soaked up a dozen Maxi Pads before the press conference ended. After all, she’d scored a big win in her demented, bovine brain: she’d gotten her very own show trial and she was going to make a name for herself, by Jove!
Until her initial high wore off and she realized that she was going to be laughed out of every courtroom in the nation if she ever dared show her face in one. That’s when the daft cow got ugly, and we’re not talking about her looks. The less said about that, the better. First she tried to pressure Zimmerman into copping a plea by harassing his wife, trying to bring her up on perjury charges as laughably inept as her murder charges against Zimmerman. That didn’t quite work out for the vile bitch.
So what else but to up the ante by having irrelevant (to the case) testimony about alleged sexual abuse on the part of Zimmerman released? This alleged abuse took place when Zimmerman was a kid, mind you, and therefore has absolutely zero relevance and will never, ever be admitted in a court room presided over by a judge with more brains than an overcooked egg. But that wasn’t her point at all. It was, obviously, to further let Zimmerman know that if he doesn’t save the stinking, corrupt, vicious beast of a “prosecutor” from herself by copping a plea before she can be laughed out of a courtroom, she’ll continue ruining his life from one end to the other by abusing every power she has and whatever powers she has to make up along the way.
Oh, and she’s busy poisoning the mind of the future jurors against him too, of course, just in case he insists on not jumping in to save Angela Torquemada Corey’s hopefully very short career.
What we’re left wondering is why the fuck, fuck, fucketi-fuck hasn’t somebody taken the rutting whore outside and given her a good lashing yet?
Perhaps Florida is just sick and tired of North Carolina being the national laughingstock and textbook example of justice done horribly, horribly wrong. If that’s the case, we congratulate you. By allowing that cuntbag to carry on her malpractice in full public view you’re practically already there. She’s currently making Mike fucking Nifong look like a towering monument to jurisprudence. Enjoy your new rep as the most bass-ackwards, primitive judicial backwater outside of pre-war Kabul, because you will have richly earned and, more importantly, deserved it.
And if you’re currently thinking “yeah, but those allegations sure sound like that Zimmerman is one disgusting son of a bitch, don’t they”, we’d like for you to take a deep breath and think of a couple of things:
1) Relevance. Just what, exactly, do any of the allegations have to do with the circumstances surrounding Zimmerman’s murder show trial? Sure, we know it’s hard, but there is such a thing as keeping things separate.
2) For the thought above to even make sense, you have to assume that the allegations are true. In which case you have to ask yourself if the witness has brought charges and, if not, why not? Because if those allegations are true, then charges should most definitely be brought. Oh, and did we mention relevance? Yes, yes we did.
3) You’re doing exactly what that howling harridan cuntsore wants you to do.
This show trial has been called a “witch hunt.” It is His Imperial Majesty’s learned and informed opinion that, if it is, Florida is hunting the wrong witch. Also, we think that we ought to be less metaphorical about it. As in “actual stake and actual kindling” and, in addition, “why use an effigy when you’ve got the real article at your disposal?”