The parade of defense witnesses continued today. Which was bizarre, since they were all called by the prosecution. Zimmerman himself got to testify without being sworn in. That was a huge plus for the defense. In most cases, jurors want to hear the defendant’s side directly from the source. They just did . . .
It was a dark and stormy night.
So started “Paul Clifford,” perhaps the worst successful novel of all time. And so started the events February 26, 2012, when George Zimmerman and Trayvon Martin met, one life ended and the other will never be the same. Like the predictable silliness of the 18th Century novel, the trial of George Zimmerman started to a stupid joke, but the plot has improved since then, as have the performance of the defense lawyers . . .
If Tuesday ended well for the defense, Wednesday couldn’t have been much worse. Zimmerman’s prior calls to the Stanford PD were ruled admissible, one neighbor testified that she heard a cry for help from a boy, the same neighbor and another testified that Zimmerman was on top of Martin, and the girl who was on the phone with Martin just before his deadly confrontation with Zimmerman directly contradicted many of Zimmerman’s prior statements. Anyway, none of the defense team suffered a myocardial infarction or a case of the hiccups, so things could have been worse . . .
Day One started off bad for George Zimmerman after a powerful opening by prosecutor John Guy was countered by a flat knock-knock joke and 2 ½ hours of droning by Zimmerman’s attorney, Alan West. Day two was much better for the defense, including West. Both he and Mark O’Mara, Zimmerman’s lead counsel, did a very fine job of blunting prosecution witnesses . . .
For me, the whole process of building homemade shooters started with Wham-O. Yes, Wham-O. The seller and marketer of the Slip ‘N Slide, Hula Hoop, Hacky Sack and the much-loved Frisbee started out not with the Hula Hoop, but with a powerful slingshot. It was robust, well-made and accurate. It hit hard enough to take small game. Hence, the name Wham-O. I could not buy one, so I made one. And it was easier than I thought . . .
The legislative scorecard has now been completed, with all of the anti-Constitution measures failing and most of the pro-freedom measure joining them. Pretty much as expected. Now that it’s all over but the shouting, it’s time to tally up the results in Washington’s game. So let’s check our tote board and reveal gun control’s Top Ten Winners and Losers . . .
The Ruger 22/45 Lite for this review was provided by The Kentucky Gun Company.
Fashion-forward gunnies who simply adored the Ruger 22/45 Lite with its gold lamé upper and chic black lower will be depressed to know that the gold model has been replaced, at least temporarily, by an all black, bling-free, high testosterone, manly model. Well, why not? It’ll go with anything, including pearls. Personally, I liked the golden-toned 22/45 Lite. It didn’t look like every other modern pistol, which was a refreshing change. It didn’t look “scary.” While hard men may abjure even a touch of flash, I thought that nontraditional shooters might be tempted into the fold by a brightly-decorated pistol in a nontraditional color . . .
Colorado sheriffs have gone on record against enforcement of the unconstitutional Colorado gun rights restrictions. Scuttlebutt is that noncompliant law enforcement officers are in the crosshairs of the governor. The rumor grew out of proposed SB 13-013, appointing certain federal agents as Colorado peace officers. To quote from the bill’s summary, “The bill gives a special agent, uniform division officer, physical security technician, physical security specialist, or special officer of the United States secret service limited peace officer authority while working in Colorado.” Should the Sheriffs be afraid? . . .
The North Koreans are back and they’re badder than ever. You’d think that those kooky Koreans would have learned their lesson after they got waxed in the Evergreen State in last year’s remake of “Red Dawn.” But no, Hollywood’s favorite Asian Horde is a stubborn and determined foe. In “Olympus Has Fallen,” a bunch of Korean commandos have their hearts set on kicking American butt somewhere a little more important than Spokane . . .
In the aptly named Memphis neighborhood of Nutbush, Officer Calvin Taylor was shot right in the, uh, leg, by a brother officer attempting to execute a search warrant. And fight off three pit bulls at the same time. According to officer.com, an Organized Crime Unit officer (name withheld pending notification of the ASPCA) killed two of the dogs with his shotgun and
then decided on bigger game forgot to consider what was beyond/next to his target. Officer Taylor is the second OCU officer recently punctuated by friendly fire. In November, Officer Willie Bryant was also shot by a brother officer while – you guessed it – trying to take out a mutt while executing a search warrant. To complete a perfect trifecta of canine gun violence, foxnews.com reports that . . .
The Ruger SR45 and the Glock 21 are big pistols and hard to hide. In cold parts of the country where owners bundle up like they’re ready to harpoon a few seals, either pistol would be somewhat concealable, at least until the parkas come off. In warm weather with no outerwear to disguise the guns, either pistol would be as obtrusive as a Class III goiter. They’re both heavy, too. So, is bigger better? Do we really want to carry oversized, non-concealable .45s? And if we do want gigantic hoglegs dangling from our duty belts, do we want either of these?