The Race to Judgment

I'm wondering what to do today--it's a slow writing day now that I'm into the editing period of my novel and I asked myself, "Rob, what do you want to do to cut the boredom?"

So I thought about it and came up with the idea of going to Sanford, Florida and protesting the Zimmerman case. The verdict is awaiting the jury's decision and there are groups of people who have nothing to do to deal with the boredom of their less than interesting lives, and they're protesting in front of the courthouse. Some want an acquittal, some want George Zimmerman's testicles put in a vice and squeezed until his eyeballs pop out of his head, but one thing for sure, they've all made up their minds of his guilt or innocence. I have to admit, I have a fairly clear idea of what the verdict should be, but after thinking about this case in depth, have decided not to spend my time holding up a sign that will serve no other purpose than to possibly give me media exposure as just another idiot who has nothing better to do, and will not change the judicial outcome one iota. (Now there's a word you won't hear me say too often.)