Could Anything Be Sadder Than The Casey Anthony Case?
The whole thing fills me with deep-seated dread, and such horrid feelings I need to hose myself down every time I hear about it.
This is a woman who obviously had something to do with killing her daughter for whatever crazed, superficial reason (not that there's ever a more meaningful reason), and sent the cops on wild goose chases thanks to her terrible alibis and rickety excuses.
A woman who was involved in and/or covered up the extermination of a child, and who in the process destroyed her own life, while lying and equivocating about her misdeeds even more than that other Anthony, Mr. Weiner, has about his.
Every new revelation -- the duct tape on the two-year-old's mouth, the googling of child-killing methods -- makes one sicker and sicker as the dark side of Americana reminds us once again that home can be where the heartlessness is.
I am so horribly sad for Caylee -- and even for Casey.
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