Yes! Michael Dunn, peace-out, bitch! Convicted on three attempted second-degree murder charges for racially profiling and trying to kill four black men in an SUV who were... *gasp*... playing loud music! Oh noes!

Mikey Dunn, essentially a life sentence.

When is society going to get over its fear of black men? “Holy shit, it’s a black man! Run for your fucking lives! He’s probably a gangster! What will we ever do?!”

At least Florida was able to get it together enough to establish precedence that such thinking is likely to land you considerable punishment.

Mr. Dunn, please enjoy spending most of the rest of your life in jail. And, guess what? There are black people in prison, many of whom are a fuck of a lot scarier than those kids you immediately judged as “thugs” in that red SUV.

Prepare for a slow death, you shithead. Hell awaits.

CVRRENT SOVND: “Hell Awaits” by Slayer from “Hell Awaits”

o.0

And... because I’m on a Slayer kick tonight, I’m adding the lyrics to “War Ensemble” (by Tom Araya and Jeff Hanneman), just because my id feels like it.

“Propaganda death ensemble, burial to be.
Corpses rotting through the night in blood laced misery.
Scorched earth the policy, the reason for the siege.
The pendulum it shaves the blade; the strafing air blood raid.

Infiltration push reserves, encircle the front lines.
Supreme art of strategy; playing on the minds.
Bombard till submission, take all to their graves.
Indication of triumph, the number that are dead.

Sport the war! War support!
The sport is war, total war; when victory's a massacre!
The final swing is not a drill, it's how many people I can kill!

Be dead friend from above when darkness falls,
Descend into my sights your fallen walls.
Spearhead break through the lines, flanked all around.
Soldiers of attrition forward their ground.

Regime prophetic age, old in its time.
Flowing veins run on through deep in the Rhine.
Center of the web, all battles scored;
What is our war crimes, era forever more.

War!

Propaganda war ensemble, burial to be.
Bones shining in the night in blood laced misery.
Campaign of elimination, twisted psychology;
When victory is to survive and death is defeat.

Sport the war! War support!
The sport is war, total war; when victory's a massacre!
The final swing is not a drill, it's how many people I can kill!”

-- ∆☩Y§ ☨♆∀☥✠