Justice for Caylee

America has been struck with a pandemic. It's worse than Beiber fever (and I honestly thought that nothing could be worse than that). On Tuesday, when the jury came back with a "not guilty" verdict for Casey Anthony, America was struck with "Caylee-itis". I blame Nancy Grace. Mostly because I like to blame everything on Nancy Grace. It has been building for three years now, but when the verdict came in, I just knew Nancy Grace's head was going to explode.
Whether or not I think Casey Anthony killed that little girl (and I do), we as Americans have to realize that the Consitution was upheld by that jury. In America, we are innocent until proven guilty and the burden of proff falls on the prosecution. There was a very strong circumstantial case. What good mother (or even just good enough mother) is going to sit around for 31 days before reporting their child missing? I freak out when my cat doesn't show up for a couple of hours, more or less my daughter. What mother then goes out partying and dancing and getting a tatto that reads "Bella Vita"? The "Good Life". I do not call a missing child a good life. But our good sense and common decency alone are not enough to convict Casey Anthony. In order to uphold the Consitution, which we are all so eager to use in our own defense, forensic evidence and solid, provable fact were needed. And as good as Jeff Ashton and LDB are, there just was not evidence to prove that Casey did anything wrong, other than be a craptastic mother. And if we are going to start putting craptastic mothers in jail, I know quite a few that they can start with.
There is no such thing as Justice for Caylee. We will never know what really happened. We can speculate all we want to. But until someone comes forward and says "This is what happened to Caylee", we will never know. Yet we are all prepared to become a lynch mob and hang this chic because of media sensationalism.
There are tons of other cases that are just horrific and just as unsolved. What about Hayleigh Cummings? What about the little boy in Oregon who disappeared before he even entered his school? What about any number of people that John Walsh or Mark Klass have tried to help through out the years?
We just need to take better care of our children. Period. There are hoards of awful parents out there. Parents who dose their children with meds to get them to sleep so they can play Xbox or drink or go clubbing. Parents who stick their children in front of the TV for the seven hours of SpongeBob SquarePants Nick plays daily.
Take pictures of your children often, that way if something does happen you have an updated picture. Have your child fingerprinted. Don't let them walk away alone. Unfortunately we live in a sick, sad country. And it's not just the perverts of the world we have to watch out for anymore. It is the child's own family; their own mothers and fathers.
No, there will never be justice for Caylee. And a perhaps a murderer will be walking out of an Orange County Florida courtroom a free woman tomorrow. Go hug your children. Let them know how much they are loved, every moment of every day. Be the best parent that you can possibly be for them. Children are a precious gift and a huge responsibility. The best justice that we as Americans can give to Caylee Marie Anthony is to love and cherish our children.

Now THAT'S 4th of July!

I like mindless drivel. So here goes some. I have been trying to figure out what I wanted to be for years. Recently I figured out the answer to that. I want to be me. Who is that? You ask. I am someone who likes to laugh, no matter what. I am around about the most insanely happy person I know. I constantly smile. Smiling makes me happy. Practical jokes make me happy. The best thing that can happen is if I can hide around a corner and jump out and scare someone, even if it just my sister's cat. I laugh for ages just based on that stupid juvenile joke. And who cares? Because it makes me happy.
Today is the 4th of July and so I have just been doing what I want to do, not a care in the world. In fact, I spotted a Corona in the fridge earlier and, even though I hate Mexican piss water (as I call it), I think I'll have one just because I can. It's my freedom. Damn it, if all these other assholes in the world can walk around with their heads up their asses, certainly I can enjoy a smoky treat and a tasty beverage.
I like being happy and for too long now I have been very UNhappy. I'm always trying to please other people. But recently my other mom and my sister have really been getting on to me about looking out for number one. Because, let's face it, I've been kind of a doormat. My forehead ought to have a tattoo that reads "Please be neaty, wipe your feety". Or some shit like that. But no more.
Today, on America's 235th birthday, I declare my independence. Today I start looking out for number one. And if I piss people off, so be it. I'm a good person, damn it. I do charity work. I send shoes to kids in poor countries. I campaign for animal rights. Hell, I take stray kids under my wing all the time. So should I get good things out of life as well? Damn skippy I should. I don't think God is going to condemn me for liking to say "fuck". And if he does, well..... that's a whole different blog. :)
In closing, I would just like to quote Forrest Gump for probably the umpteenth million time in my life. As Lt. Dan would say, "Well, God damn bless America!"