The only thing that amazes me about this Casey Anthony business is the sheer number of people who say they give a shit, some of whom apparently trooped in from all over the globe, surrendering vacations, to stand outside the courthouse and “give support” to the dead baby.
I’m tempted to scream “Get a life” at them, but it’s just as too late for them to do that as it is for Baby Duct Tape.
Go back to where you came from, folks, and mind your own damn business. I’m certain you can find something sufficiently gory and outrageous in your own back yards to satiate your morbid tastes and prying personalities. This is America, and there are horror shows in every community. Indulge yourselves in your local culture.
Meanwhile, in Jacksonville, the dead have come to life.
Also locally, here’s a great snack-making invention. Just smuggle in your own lettuce, tomato, mayo, and toast for a quick “Bathroom BLT!”