The Casey Anthony trial had everything: a missing child, an attractive yet highly disturbed mother, a dysfunctional family that made the Ozzy Osbourne’s look normal, side bars, dueling lawyers, the works.
Casey is a willful, wretched human being, a narcissist, perhaps a borderline personality disorder. I suspect that growing up under the same roof with those mother/daughter dynamics could have put any Lifetime for Women movie to shame.
Her freedom will not free her, she would have been better off behind bars. There is a social network in prison, and inmates would have flocked around her, drinking in her lies. She would have been safe. She will never feel safe on the outside and for good reason.
If I never see her arrogant sneer again it will be fine with me, but I miss Judge Belvin Perry. What an interesting person. Watching him in action was like watching a finely tuned instrument. Simultaneously stern and dignified, he ruled his court room with great class, no easy feat when the cast of characters surrounding him were charged with emotion.
We will probably never know what really happened. The only good thing to come out of this mess is to spotlight a man who is so good at what he does he made it look easy. Easy? The man deserves a medal.
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