I love the nightlife, I got to boogie. Ol’ Ange has her work cut out for her here. And the first thing she’d better learn is that she’s a long way from Duval County. This ain’t Jacksonville, Ange. Trust me. Welcome to a hyper-scrutiny you’ve never seen before. A world of memes and themes and perceptions that I can tell you’ve not come to realize. I hope you’re ready for the hate and the jokes and the scrutiny and the mean-spirited viciousness that come with the territory. Keep in mind as well that the public has the attention span of a gnat. It shifts attention instantaneously. On a dime. While Zimmerman’s initial “obvious” criminal exposure and culpability was the talk of the virtual town, that may not be the case now.
Fame. I want to live forever. In her pathetic introduction to the world, Corey introduced herself to the point of exhaustion. Even Jon Stewart’s 600 writers picked up on it. It was “Look at me, world. Ange has got the floor and is ready for her closeup, Mr. DeMille.” She hit Zimm with second degree murder. Wow. Are you sure about that, Ange? Second degree murder?! Even Trayvon’s mother called it accident, though that was immediately corrected via Twitter as a “mischaracterization” of the events by her legal eagle, the equally clueless Ben Crump, who sure as hell is no Ben Matlock. (I know, the latter’s not real. Check.)
Look at me, I’m in tatters. And in the mean time, our country along with the childlike imps that inhabit the TV world will continue to reduce this case to race. Anything but its juridical truth.