I’ve been getting a lot of feedback about the article I did on Casey Anthony and I must say, most people have made some very good points.
The original article can be found here.
So that I do not have to keep constantly making this clarification, I’ll say it here for all to read. The article was intended to encourage debate regarding the media and the way we view it and absorb it’s contents. It was never meant to condemn or condone the actions of Ms. Anthony so please do not assume that was it’s intent. That being said, I welcome any and all comments related to the article with open arms. As a few others have said and as I stated in the article, we may never really know what happened to Caylee. It’s quite possible that Casey did have, at the very least, a small role in her demise.
While I am, as I said, open to criticism and debate, the death threats…yeah. Not cool. If you thumb through the notes, it was suggested by a reader that I have a child only so that it could be murdered so I could know what it felt like to lose a child. Not only was the comment very assuming, but it actually condoned the murder of yet another innocent kid. I must say, quite frankly, that’s no way to further your cause. If you disagree with my article, I am fine with that. Debate is good. Suggesting that children should be murdered just to prove a point…well, that’s just sick.
Be sure to check out this petition to enact what will be known as “Caylee’s Law.”
Go ahead, get it out of your system and tell me I am a piece of trash who deserves to burn in hell for even thinking of defending Casey Anthony. Ok, all good now? Awesome, now shut the hell up and read this cause I am not so much defending her as I am attacking the media and our self-righteous ways so try to follow me here.
Cold, hard fact is that they found her not guilty of murder. Ok? It’s a done deal. She will not go to jail for that charge. Most people have asked how it’s possible for her to not be convicted of murder yet still be convicted of lying to the police. It’s really easy when you think about it. When you are scared and frightened and told you are going to go to jail for the rest of your life by the police who are treating you like you have already been tried and convicted of a crime, sometimes, you can’t think straight; details get screwed up and you get the story all wrong. Even though she may have had no intention of lying, things can get skewed after retelling the same story literally 10, 20, 30 times. It happens. Especially when you are being threatened… and no one come out and say that all police are good people who were only out for justice. Bullshit. They were out for blood, and like the many presumptuous and judgmental jackasses attacking her, they all think they know what happened when the fact is only she knows exactly what went down. Most people have never had to deal with a situation like that. Most people have no idea how hard it is to deal and think straight in that situation. You are being told you WILL go to jail for the rest of your life, unless you confess to what they want you to confess to. I don’t give a damn who you are, you will be stressed to a breaking point. Police intimidation is nothing new, so get over it.
Did she kill her daughter? We may never know the real story behind it all, but as far as the law is concerned, she didn’t do it. For all we know, maybe what she said was 100% true. I’ll give you an example of hypocrisy at work. We can all think back a few years ago and remember the Duke Lacrosse team. Please, do a quick Google search in case you were never up to speed on that story. Go ahead, I’ll wait. (tap tap tap) Ok, so a handful of young men were accused of raping a stripper at a party. There was more to it, but for the sake of getting through this faster, let’s stick with the most basic facts, the ones that stick out the most. So, this woman accuses these men of raping her and instantly, they are labeled sexual deviants and criminals, all before any charges were even filed simply because this woman went to the police and gave them a story. Those poor guys were blasted in the media and labeled as rapists. That is one of the worst things you can do to a young man in this day and age. Once he is accused of rape, regardless of what happens later on with the case, he will always be looked at as one. So, a while passes and after the police find holes in her story, the stripper recants her statement and it’s found out to be a complete lie. The case is supposedly settled and everything for those young men goes back to normal, right? Wrong.
Even though they were cleared of those charges, that story is now going to follow them around for the rest of their lives. With information and the way it gets around nowadays, it’s impossible to get away from such an accusation. On a personal level, I sincerely had my doubts about that stripper and thought those boys were telling the truth, but of course, there were the naysayers. Groups of people immediately labeled them and tried them in the court of public opinion when they never did a damn thing wrong except maybe have one too many beers. Now tell me…how the hell is that justice? Why must those boys be labeled as rapists the rest of their lives? It’s just not fair.
Back to Casey Anthony. As I said, there are only so many people who know exactly what happened when that little girl died. Anyone else who feels the need to judge her or label her a murderer is completely full of shit. As far as all you religious people throwing stones, go on back to that bible you all hold so much faith in and reread it. Last I heard, according to your book, there is only one judge. Bottom line, none of us have any room to blast her or to make her life a living hell cause when it all comes down to it, by next week, 99% of you will have forgotten about it all and moved onto something else. If she did have anything to do with the death of her child, she will have to live with that guilt the rest of her life.
We are no one to judge and there are far more pressing issues in the news that should be making us angry. Name some? Ok. How about the noninvolvement of the US concerning the situation in Sudan? Ten of thousands of women and children are being raped and butchered in that country, yet we sit here idly by. What are we saying about it? Not a god damned thing. Why are we not mad about that? We keep saying we wanna pull our troops out of the Middle East, maybe set them on a mission that is worth fighting for. Last time I checked, saving the lives of the innocent was a damn good cause. I’m not making light of Kaylee here at all. It’s a damn shame that little girl had to die and I’m sure any of us would love to see her alive again. I can think of something a little more grand though. I can see our troops taking out those murderous bastards who are slaughtering all those innocent people in Sudan. I can see them saving villages and dismantling groups of outlaws that roam those lands, bringing nothing but death and destruction in their wake. I see these news stories that are buried in the newspapers and think to myself I cannot be the only one seeing this, but it seems like it’s mostly true. You never see it on the news. You never see it on the front page of a major newspaper. No. Instead, you see people bilking billions of dollars from investors and getting 40 months in jail while a man who stole $100 dollars because he was hungry gets sent to prison for 15.
I see small snippets of the child sex trafficking that is invading our country and I feel awful that I have to dig for stories about it because no one feels it’s worth covering. I never see that on the news. Maybe one story if we are lucky. Maybe one newscast, and then you never hear about it again…but the Casey Anthony case? Nonstop coverage. I guess what I am trying to say is simply this.
America, what the fuck.
Stop watching a 2 minute story on an ongoing trial and assume you know for a fact that someone is guilty. Be smarter than that. If you truly believe in a cause, then research it. Study it. Find out the facts. Fact is that the case against Anthony was brittle at best, and they knew it. You know why they took it to trial? Because they were betting that the court of public opinion would sway the jury…but it didn’t. Those jurors did exactly what they were supposed to do. They listened only to the facts presented in the case and they left their opinions at the courthouse door.
You wanna blame someone? Blame the police for doing a terrible job while gathering evidence. Blame the district attorney for moving forward when they knew they had little chance of a true conviction. Vote them out of office if you are that enraged…and stop being so judgmental. As I already said, we are no one to judge. We are all guilty of something, yet we all want to get a free pass.
Apparently it’s my turn to start dreaming of various different book and movie ideas. Tonights was a bit violent, the second one at least. The first was standard fair. And to better explain what I mean by “tonight” i was asleep by 6pm and got out of bed by 11pm, waking up several times throughout my “night”.
The first was Olivia and I, but our topic of discussion was a little different. We sat there in a coffee shop and we were discussing her stress levels. I was offering her suggestions to help ease it so that her health wouldn’t suffer. We sipped our drinks and looked outside, watching people walk by and go about their lives.
The second…was kind of insane. I assure you I am not some loony. This was just one of those weird dreams that’s kind of unexplainable, yet interesting. I was with a group of time travelers and we would jump from different versions of out world, parallel dimensions. We were trying to find out way back to our world which mathematically speaking may be impossible since according to many scientists there could be an infinite number of parallel universes out there. The only way to force ourselves to move from time to time was to murder ourselves in our current time. Usually it was not difficult to find us, most of the time we found ourselves at home, school, work, etc. There were a total of five of us doing this. Myself, 3 women and another man. The man was about late 20s, one of the woman was a young girl, maybe about 15, then there was a somewhat younger woman about early 20s, then an older woman who was about 45. We had apparently been doing this for some time as we had become exceedingly good at quite literally killing ourselves. We usually hunted as a group to assure our success. We would hunt for myself and the other man…the other me and the other guy to be clear…so that we can move on to the usually easier female targets. As we hunted, we would surround the locations of our other selves and move in for the kill with precision. The other guy would usually break in and scare the other us, flushing them out of the house or into a place in their location where they would be trapped. Once cornered, we would without much talk execute the other us, then move on to our next target. We continued doing this for what felt like 50-60 times and of course we were never transported home after the final kill.
The logic told us that when we got home, we would not find our other selves and that we would simply know we got back because it would “feel” like home. Finally after another successful hunt, we failed to “jump” to a new dimension, thus ending our journey. Out of frustration and knowing we would never get home, we began killing each other. The other man killed the teenager and the woman in her 20 ran for her life. The older woman and the other man hunted each other for what seemed like ages. Finally the man caught up to the older woman and shot her 4-5 times. While she was dying, he moved over top of her and began to chastise her, seemingly blaming her for our not getting home. While he was talking trash, she was able to lift up her shot gun and shoot him in the face, killing him instantly. I heard the shot and ran over to see what was happening. When i got close, the woman was still alive, but barely physically functional. I knelled down besides her and assured her I wasn’t there to kill her. As I watched her die, i took her hand to offer her some comfort and told her that I didn’t think it was her fault, that this was something bigger than ourselves. Sitting there I did not hear the woman in her 20s come back and put a gun to my head. I told her I was unarmed and had not shot the older woman or the dead man lying next to her. I told her that I had no intention of hunting her and that it was pointless for us to kill each other as it would never help us get home. Still cautious, the woman slowly backed out of the room and left again. I looked back down at the older woman to see that she had expired.
I walked out of a building covered in blood, almost in shock over the ordeal I had gone through. I fell to the ground and the woman in her 20 reappeared. She said she thinks she figured out how to get us home and it didn’t involve murder. She sat next to me and held my hand as rain began to fall. The drops washed away the blood from the both of us and we fell to sleep. When we awoke we were home, sitting on a park bench surrounded by children and families having a good time there. We both knew we were home. We exchanged handshakes and vowed to never speak of the misadventure that we shared. We both turned away from each other and walked away.