Where do I start? First and foremost, I believe in standing my ground. I believe in protecting myself from harm. I believe in the right to bear arms.
But I am a reasonable person. It is not an essential problem with the Stand Your Ground laws, but the application of the law that scares the shit out of me.
What is with all these trigger happy, meek and meely scared as a church mouse, gun toting vigilantes that are erupting everywhere, though mostly in Florida, so far.
Really? You are afraid of a boy with Skittles and tea? Really? You feel threatened by loud music? Really??? You think you are mature enough to carry a gun but not mature enough to know when to walk, run, or drive away before you fucking kill someone, who—is an unarmed child?
If you have to stand your ground against teenagers with candy and loud music, you aren’t much of a man or a woman, and you have little ground to stand. You do not deserve to carry a pencil let alone a weapon of mass destruction.
THREE jurors found Jordan’s murder justifiable. THREE. Assuming there were 12 jurors, that is indicative of one QUARTER representation of this sentiment in society. That is fucked up. But hey, those people are Dunn’s peers. They think kids ought to be shot if they don’t turn down their radio, and they are among all of us. One in four people in this trial jury believe rambunctious teenagers deserve a death penalty. What. The. Fuck.
Get it together humans. Seriously.