"Your hat?" you may ask? Yep, my hat. While watching the Lawrence O'Donnell show last night, when the lawyer for Mr. Zimmerman left the studio before
his interview with O'Donnell, I said to an old work friend on the phone that "I'll eat my hat if by tomorrow, a friend of Zimmerman's - a black friend - doesn't
show up suddenly defending the man and telling us what a great guy Zimmerman is...."
Well, as I said, my hat is safe (which means my tummy is safe because I'm certain eating a straw "Moonridge" hat would have landed me back in a hospital) because today, sure enough, a friend came forward - the only person to come forward on Zimmerman's behalf so far - and sure enough, he was black.
*shakes head at the predictability of such things*
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