O.J. and Casey Anthony.... What do they have in common (amongst other things)? Haters gonna hate.

Holla, holla! It's murdaaaaaah!

Good thing I didn't waste the last three years of my life not minding my own business, listening to these insufferable shrews Nancy Grace and Jane Velez-Mitchell incessantly yammer on obnoxiously about the most mundane, frivolous details regarding this trial, or I might be pretty upset right now about the verdict.

Instead, I wisely didn't spend every night staring at Grace's and Velez-Mitchell's miserable, chomping mugs, which seem to be forever frozen in a permanent scowl, as if by some ill-fated curse from the Gods of Mt. Olympus, that illustrates the fact that they are the most unbearable, screeching blowhards to ever find themselves in front of a television camera. Well, perhaps besides Glenn Beck.

"Tot-Mom! Tot-Mom! blah! blah! derp! derpity! derp! RAWR! Tot-Mom!"

Thank the Lord (for lack of a better phrase), that I have been born with enough sense to not voluntarily endure that self-inflicted torment. My parents, unfortunately, were clearly not conceived with this valuable instinct, as they went ahead and spent much of the last three years of their lives braving this unnecessary inferno. What they call "compassion" and "curiosity", I call masochism, but so it is.

That said, of course it is unfortunate that this little girl does not seem destined for justice, but the media attention given this trial has always perplexed me, as does similar murder/abduction/missing person "news". What makes it more newsworthy than others? These sort of things happen all the time! Surely, the fact that the victim is a white, little girl gives it more mass appeal in this country, Canada, Europe, etc. Meanwhile, children of minority backgrounds are murdered all the time under rather despicable circumstances, but Nancy and Jane could not be bothered. 

Better to spend three years ranting about the same case, and all for it to end in anti-climactic disappointment for most involved.  Oh well. Time to sensationally beat another dead horse, I suppose. Back to work, ladies.