Who Says Monsters Don't Exist?

I know we're all presumed innocent--in a perfect world--until proven guilty in this country, but the more I see Casey Anthony and the evidence presented at her trial where she stands accused of killing her little two-year-old daughter the more disgusted with this woman, and angry at her, I become. In fact, the whole family kind of creeps me out. One gets the sense of secrets there, and deep psychological schisms that are far more horrifying than I, as a horror author, could write. The lapses of time before anybody bothered even mentioning little Caylee was missing, the brother's teary theatrics about not being involved in his sister's pregnancy--I mean, really, something is seriously whacked with this guy--and the father's almost--to me, anyway--smug attitude when testifying, all scream dysfunction.

And Casey herself...seriously, what is wrong with this chick? She sits there with this deadpan bitch look plastered to her face, or shedding crocodile tears and constantly scribbling notes for--what? A book deal? She appears seriously disconnected. Her daughter is missing and she's out clubbing, shopping and entering hot body contests? If I had a missing daughter, I would tear up the streets of Hell looking for her. I'd be bawling my eyes out and screaming at the world. Not going on as if she'd never existed. Having fun. And don't give me any of that "coping" crap.

But the only thing that really matters in the end is a beautiful little girl is dead, and horribly so. At a time when she should be learning her ABCs, playing with dolls and having tea parties (do little girls even do that anymore?) and experiencing all the wonders that come with discovery and being a child...she was lying dead in the woods. It is horribly unfair. And that anyone like this mother could commit such a heinous act is...I don't know. There are no words for it. It is madness. It is Evil in its purest form.

It is a sad fact that children's lives sometimes end. But it is an inexcusable travesty when they are taken, by some psychotic or out of an act of disassociated selfishness.

With all the women out there who want kids but for whatever reason are incapable of having them, it is a horrible irony of life that a psycho minority of the ones who can throw away something so precious.

It makes me want to scream. It makes me want to bury myself in the fictional worlds I create because at least there I know how things will turn out and that my heroes won't commit such despicable acts. And that I can close the book when I am finished writing or reading it. If only life were the same way...

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