Casey Anthony Not Guilty...

I don't know if this is the case for all of you, but when I logged on to facebook today everyone and their mom's were commenting on Casey Anthony. Everyone, spontaneously, became not only valid jurors, but Judges and Attorney's all thanks to a single verdict. It's incredibly sad in my opinion that this case was allowed to be turned into a circus, for the masses of media following geniuses to cling to.

I find it difficult to believe that any one that was not in court during this trial have a better recollection and understanding of what transpired.  I find it ridiculous that the same people who support the old cree "Innocent until proven Guilty," are going ape shit over this verdict. It was the prosecution's job to prove that Ms. Anthony was Guilty, and they failed.

Do I think she's Guilty? Do I think Justice was served? These questions are easily answered.

I don't know if she is Guilty or not, what i do know is she has been exonerated of any blame having to do with the Death of her daughter. That alone is the only thing I know for sure regarding Ms. Anthony.

This of course leads into the other question of justice. Was Justice Served?

Absolutely NOT! But it rarely is in this country. I feel deep sympathy that this poor little girl had to lose the most precious thing we possess, life. It upsets me that this happened. I do not blame Ms. Anthony for being let off. Regardless of whether or not she is Guilty or Innocent, the prosecution Failed!

Which means one of two things. She is really innocent, or the evidence against her was all circumstantial and therefore deemed unusable in court.

Again, I am not angry that she got let off, For all I know Ms. Anthony is only guilty of Neglect, and believe me 7 out 10 parents could be accused of that same crime at one point or another in their parental careers.

I am angry that our Justice System is so badly broken that we no longer expect the "bad guys" to be brought to justice.

We see hundreds of injustices done every single day of our lives, to people we love and to complete strangers, yet we sit quietly and watch hoping we never have to face such unfair judgments.

I am also angry at the mockery that Nancy Grace brought to this case. Her ridiculous amount of exposure at the expense of Casey Anthony and even her daughter are why America's media has become the three ring Lion show to the Justice systems clown extravaganza.

She will finally Shut her Mouth!

May Caylee Anthony finally Rest in Peace, and stay out of the mouths of people who want to expose her tragic life for their own personal benefit.

Book for Sale

Hey Everyone,

Come visit me and my good friends Twisted Chill on Sunday morning and throughout the day. I'll be selling my book "I DOn't REMEMBER" and Twisted Chill will be serving up delicious frozen yogurt.

We Will Be Across The Street of the I.E.S. Hall right in front of the Fish Market.

For those who are not Portuguese, It is on Santa Clara Street near the Portuguese Church.

Hope to see you all there.

I DOn't REMEMBER

I finally received my freshly printed novel I DOn't REMEMBER in the mail. I don't think I have ever felt more proud of anything that I have done in my life.

It will officially be on sale June 25th, 2011, but feel free to pre-order it on my site if you like.

Also I am working on possible dates for my Book Release Party which will be held at Barnes n Noble in Eastridge Mall. More Details Coming Soon.

Thank you all for reading, and for your support!

Emotional Hangover

To all the women who let the men in their lives treat them badly.

The feeling that instigates self-indulgent thoughts. The tears well up in the corners of your eyes and the weakness seeps into every one of your pores. The redness in your cheeks begin to swell the anger and shame over powering your whole body. The palms of your hands sweaty and shaken could barely make a fist. The room starts spinning in a blurred stupor. How did you get like this? Your day is consumed by the reminder of how badly he’s treated you. Your concentration is no longer focused on the pile of work you have in front of you. Instead the flaringly flamboyant insecurities creeping into your soul are analyzed to death. Perhaps death is the answer. Death to this relationship, death to these feelings, this emotion, these tears this lingering dissatisfaction that haunts your way of living. You used to be so strong, before this bag of douche took hold of your independence. You use to have a grasp on love. But how could love make you so disillusioned and bleak. This affection has turned your life upside down, and still you’re convinced it’s physical. Hateful words collide with shields your bloodless heart put up. The shattering destruction explodes what’s left of your sanity. The fractured ego, and bruised pride sends you off in the balance of the unorthodox. Extreme emotion come out, you spurt out angry phrase after angry phrase, your tears have become joining rivers flowing freely from your eyes, and you don’t have the power to lift your head. Your damp pillowcase, has absorbed these issues for weeks on end, and has finally drowned. A quick glance in the mirror only serves to make real your deepest fear. He really did get to you. He honestly reached into your chest and crumpled your whole relationship into a ball of hateful spite. This isn’t you. This is him. You have adapted yourself to his level. You’re better than this, better than him. A smile takes shape through your lips, and you let out a sheepishly relief chuckle as the tears evaporate. The room looks brighter, the ceiling clearer, and your hands no longer shake. Your phone begins to vibrate, as that familiar number appears. Looks like repetition to me…

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