He's writing about George Zimmerman (the shooter) and he is talking about his relationship with an ex-girlfriend who says she suffered violence at his hands. Read the following and see if you get why I have a problem:
Zuazo claimed that three years earlier, Zimmerman had attacked her when they were driving to counseling. She claimed she popped her gum in his face, spurring him to call her names and smacking her mouth with his open hand.
In January 2002, she also claimed, Zimmerman got upset because she got home too late. They tussled. He threw her on the bed. She smacked him. Zimmerman left for the night.
Hit. The word is "hit." Not smacked. Someone tell tiny dicked Ovalle that he is not writing for Maxim but for a newspaper and, in the real world, domestic violence is a serious issue. This is not time to play Prodigy's "Smack My Bitch Up."
Here's a picture of him.
No surprise, he is young. Someone needs to tell him that the splash and sizzle? It's not needed in domestic violence. Someone should have told him that already. Someone should have made damn clear that those of us who have been the victims of violent crimes do not find him humorous or colorful. We just stare open jawed in amazement at his lack of taste.
Kat's "Kat's Korner: Falling in (and out of) love with M. Ward" went up yesterday, be sure to read it.
This is C.I.'s "Iraq snapshot:"