If some 17 year old, 180 pound teenager was sitting on my chest pounding the back of my head into concrete and I had a hand gun; Well, there is no doubt about the outcome of that situation. Poor innocent little Trayvon would be pushing up daisies. Putting this man on trial is a complete travesty.
I was ten years old and standing on the roof of our house with my father during the Detroit riots watching large swaths of downtown burn. My father had a .455 British Webley strapped to his hip. A little something that he brought back from WWII. Up and down the block, neighbors were sitting on their front porches with various combinations of hunting riffles and shotguns. No rioters ever came to our neighborhood. Instead, they burned out their own sections of town. No surprise there.
After that, all of the white folks moved out of Detroit. You can see the results for yourself. After 35 years of Democratic/Socialists/Exclusively Black Rule, Detroit is done. The greatest industrial city in the history of mankind is now a pitiful shell. This has always been a lesson to me. Thugs, rioters and punks always go for the easy pickings. Keep your powder dry my friends.