If you need a snapshot of what has happened to liberal America, Twitter provided it on Monday afternoon.

On the news that George Zimmerman had been injured in a Florida shooting, the left side of Twitterdom lit up more gleefully than it had since Dick Cheney stopped duck hunting.

One recurrent theme had the tweeters lamenting, “George Zimmerman got shot in the face and didn’t die!”

In fact, hundreds of tweeters, maybe thousands, attached random photos of anguished people under the heading, “When they said George Zimmerman didn’t die.”

One unsympathetic tweeter summed up the left’s immediate reaction to the shooting, “You gotta be a whole demon when you get shot in the face and people are LIVID you didn’t die.”

Incredibly, these are the same people who, when they watch “To Kill a Mockingbird,” identify with the fair-minded attorney Atticus Finch or the “mockingbird,” Tom Robinson.

These are the same people who, when they watch “Twelve Angry Men,” identify with the fair-minded Juror No. 8 played by Henry Fonda.

Has no one told them they have become the mob outside Atticus’ courthouse demanding the head of the mockingbird?

Has no one told them they have become the Lee J. Cobb character demanding a guilty verdict for the young Hispanic man accused of murder regardless of the evidence?

If there has ever been a more self-delusional political cohort in American history than today’s “liberals,” I do not know what it is.

Jack Cashill’s book explains how the truth was exposed about the Trayvon case: “If I Had a Son: Race, Guns, and the Railroading of George Zimmerman”

Would someone please remind them that George Zimmerman was the mockingbird, the innocent young Hispanic man accused of murder to appease the mob?

At least in “Twelve Angry Men,” there was real doubt about the guilt of the accused.

“We may be wrong,” the Fonda character concedes. “We may be trying to return a guilty man to the community. No one can really know. But we have reasonable doubt, and this is a safeguard that has enormous value in our system.”

About Zimmerman’s guilt or innocence, there is no doubt. There never was.

Immediately after the shooting, the only real eyewitness, Witness No. 6, told the SPD that he saw a “black man in a black hoodie on top of either a white guy … or an Hispanic guy in a red sweater on the ground yelling out help.”

According to No. 6, the black man on top was “throwing down blows on the guy MMA [mixed martial arts] style.” All other evidence supported this witness’s account.

Sucker punch Zimmerman, a man nearly half-a-foot shorter, is what young Trayvon Martin did. The evidence was overwhelming, which is why the jurors voted to acquit, not even knowing that Martin was an aspiring mixed martial artist who pouted if his opponents did not “b[leed] nuff.”

Martin’s mother knew about the fighting. The day after one fight, just months before his death, Martin told a friend that she “just kicked me out” and that he had to move in with his father.

When the friend asked why, Martin answered, “Da police caught me outta skool.” Said the friend, “U a hoodlum.” “Naw,” said Martin. “I’m a gangsta.”

Just five days before his death, a cousin of Martin tweeted to him, “Yu aint tell me you swung on a bus driver.”

Weeks before his death, the Miami-Dade Schools Police Department (M-DSPD) apprehended Martin with 12 pieces of stolen women’s jewelry, a watch and a “burglary tool.”

Perhaps when Zimmerman reported to the dispatcher, “This guy looks like he’s up to no good or he’s on drugs or something. It’s raining and he’s just walking around looking about,” Martin was, in fact, up to no good. As the toxicologist reported, he was certainly high.

If black lives really do matter, these gleeful clowns on the left should be asking themselves what effect the policies they champion have had on black families. A full picture of Trayvon Martin – or Michael Brown for that matter – cannot ignore the fact that in the final months of their lives each was being shuttled from one house to another, unwanted and barely tolerated.

George Zimmerman got to meet the real Trayvon Martin much the way Officer Darren Wilson got to meet the real Michael Brown.

If Atticus Finch had been in their place, he would have done what each of them did, and Juror No. 8 would have acquitted him.

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