Daniel Flynn Explains It All For You

I suppose my devoted fans around the world (several dozen at last count) are expecting me to opine on the verdict of George Zimmerman in the death of Treyvon Martin. I've already commented on it last year.

Until the investigation is over, we really don't know the whole story. It won't stop guys like the Reverend Al Sharpton, who make a living by sticking their noses wherever there's a race card to be played.

The truth is, I don't have much of an opinion, because I still don't know the whole story. Neither do any of you. You had to rely as much on the mainstream media to tell you what happened as I did, and we all know they made utter fools of themselves.

Zimmerman's troubles are far from over. Martin's family will probably file a wrongful death suit in civil court (inasmuch as "not guilty" is not the same as "innocent"). And the White House, never missing an opportunity to stick its nose where it doesn't belong, is asking the Justice Department to investigate for possible civil rights violations. Zimmerman, of course, can build his legal defense fund from his lawsuit against NBC, which appears to be the news huckster of choice for now. (And what of CNN?)

Of course, none of this will bring back that young man, but it will keep Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton gainfully employed for a little while longer.

All that said, the closest I could come to an opinion was best expressed by a writer for The American Spectator.

One wonders if the cage-fighting classes, the pursuit of a career in law enforcement, and a firearm kept ready to fire were Zimmerman’s ways of discovering his elusive manhood in a manner akin to Trayvon’s tattoos, coarse language, and demonstrative drug use. With the teenager sans a father in the home to serve as guide, and the neighborhood-watch captain growing up watching the cowed captain of his home, the pair’s past altered their future as much as anything else did ... Civilizing men out of existence has come at great cost to civilization. Instead of men, we get feminine imitations lacking beauty. We get lost boys compensating by becoming barbarians. We get Sanford, Florida, February 26, 2012.

And so it goes.