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White O.J.

Proving once again that juries are not as smart as we who only get to see the part of the trial that makes the news, Casey Anthony has been found not guilty of murdering her daughter, Caylee. I don't know what to make of this. Normally I would say that the jury was privy to information I was not and while I might not agree with their findings, I don't have enough information to form a cogent opinion. Especially if that opinion is based on information the media has provided. I think most journalists are despicable. This time, however, every fiber in my being wants to scream, "Are you, nuts? Of course she is guilty!"

I want to ask the jurors if they are certain enough of their verdict that they are prepared to let this woman watch their children or grandchildren for say 31 days? I want to ask the prosecutors if they are as proud of their work now as they were before the verdict came down. I want to believe that people are not so terribly stupid as they seem and that I would have come to the same conclusion. I want to believe the jurors agonized because deep in their gut they knew she was at least complicit in her child's death, but they had not been given enough evidence to convict her. I wonder how the jury believes that Casey Anthony hasn't proven that she would stoop to anything to be free? She ignored the death of her own child, threw her parents under the bus and lied to everyone, including law enforcement. Assuming the jury really believed that she had not murdered her child, certainly they can't believe that letting your child go missing for 31 days constitutes good parenting? Finding her daughter dead in a swimming pool wasn't worthy of a phone call to 911? Did anyone ask how a little girl like Caylee managed to get into the pool all by herself? Alas none of my questions will likely be answered.

The only thing missing in this fiasco was a white Bronco and a pair of gloves.


Proverbs 17:15

15 He who justifies the wicked and he who condemns the righteous,
Both of them alike are an abomination to the LORD.

Romans 12:19

19 Never take your own revenge, beloved, but leave room for the wrath of God, for it is written, “VENGEANCE IS MINE, I WILL REPAY,” says the Lord.


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