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Wednesday, 6 July 2011

It Must Have Been Colonel Mustard in the Library With a Candlestick

Posted on 07:33 by Unknown
Apparently you can get away with murder.

I wasn't as surprised by the not-guilty verdicts for the substantive charges in the Casey Anthony trial as some. It was a jury decision and, as such, unpredictable.

I didn't follow the case; believe it or not, I felt I had better things to do. I can't put my finger on what any of them were, but I'm sure they were more important to me than watching that month-long train wreck.

All I know is what I heard from commentators, and the prevailing opinion seemed to be that the prosecution had pretty well proved its case.

Evidently not.

The jury barely had time to get into the deliberation chamber and decide who was going to sit where at the table before they were back in the courtroom with innocent verdicts. If they had been able to give Anthony a cash award, no doubt they would have. "Here you go, Ms. Anthony, and thanks for playing our game."

The brevity of the deliberation would seem to indicate that they were all of one mind before they ever entered the room.

If any of them discusses the deliberation with the media, it will be fascinating to learn where the prosecution's case went off the rails.

As with the OJ trial, it's obvious justice wasn't done here, but where did things go so wrong? Was there an "If it don't fit, you must acquit" moment? I don't know.

Did the prosecution overcharge for the evidence it had?

There seems no question that Anthony was somehow involved. She never reported her daughter missing. When the story came to light, that she tried to lamely cover up the disappearance with stories about babysitters and kidnappings, is pretty damning proof that Anthony was hiding something. Why would you concoct such a story if you didn't have something to hide?

Even if Caylee did drown in the grandparents swimming pool, who wouldn't dial 9-1-1 after pulling her body out of the pool? What would the reason be for wrapping the body in trash bags and burying it in a nearby field?

Even if you want to blame the failure to dial 9-1-1 and hiding the body on Anthony being distraught over the terrible accident, how do you explain her father going along with it? In the defense's version of the events, he was with Anthony when she discovered Caylee's body in the pool.

Are you telling me there was some sort of mass hysteria that made him support Anthony in all of this? Unlikely.

Furthermore, are you telling me that if this accident did occur and Anthony disposed of the body, that when her mother became suspicious, her father wouldn't have headed off her "my daughter's trunk smells like a dead body and my grand daughter has been missing for a month" phone call to the police?

In all likelihood, without that phone call, the police would have never been aware Caylee was missing.

This family is involved up to their eyeballs in whatever misfortune struck Caylee, and we will probably never know the whole truth.

I would think that Thanksgiving-Day dinners in the Anthony household will be very awkward for years to come.

The parents know if the swimming-pool drowning story is true or not. If it isn't, Anthony probably murdered her daughter. The door was opened that Anthony's father abused Casey. Whether or not this was simply a defense ploy, the accusation will hang over his head the rest of his life.

Casey Anthony is guilty of something connected with her daughter's death; we just don't know for sure exactly what.

I had someone tell me one time that when it comes to a police investigation, never confess. Deny, deny, deny. In most investigations, they only know what you tell them.

The Anthony case would seem to prove that true.
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