Yeah I Said That

It’s sad that in this day in age we have devolved to the point of sending condolences through Twitter as as opposed to picking up the phone or at least sending a frakken’ card and some flowers.

My mind has been blown. This is a rare occurrance, just so you know.

Could someone please FUCKING explain to me how on EARTH those creatures on the jury could POSSIBLY come back with a not guilty verdict in the Casey Anthony case? See this is why I think the whole jury process should be stricken from law. People are too goddamned stupid to make decisions like this. I know a judge is a person too but more are probably able to turn off the stupid person section of their brain and focus on law and rational thinking. These retarded juries are swayed by things as ridiculous as how much they like the defense attorney and how much of a buffoon they think the prosecutor is. That shit is bullshit!

I bet you dollars to doughnuts those jurors will be kicked out of garden clubs and shunned at the PTA mettings they attend for the rest of their lives. Although I also would have staked my life on the fact that she would be found guilty, I would have bet a limb she’d get the death penalty too. Thank god no one took me up on those bets.

I kept up with the trial, I didn’t watch it but I read about it daily, saw the evidence that the jury was allowed to see and for the life of me I cannot fathom how they came to a unanimous decision to find that bitch not guilty.

Someone said to me that they thought maybe it was because the medical examiner could not definitively rule on a cause of death on little Caylee. I don’t see how that really matters at all. She had duct tape wrapped around her face. I could be wrong, but I don’t think that is something that happens by accident or something a person would do to another after the latter accidentally drowned. Am I wrong? Can you think of a reason?…Didn’t think so.

So, what exactly do they think happened to Caylee Anthony? They cannot possibly believe the pool story, I mean, come on. And the whole thing about the other inmate who that actually did happen to? Is that just some kind of miraculous coincidence? Why do they think she didn’t report her daughter missing for a month? Who would duct tape their kids head, stash her in the trunk for god knows how long and then dump her like so much garbage in a field if she drowned accidentally? It makes no sense.

There is only one logical conclusion to be made and it is not the one those jurors came to.

Her defense attorney spoke and said how he thinks the death penalty is sick and disgusting and how when he goes home and his little girl asks him what he did today, he will be able to tell her that he saved a life. Wow. Really? That is some messed up shit right there. Is he trying to say that sure, his client may well have been guilty, but it’s better she be free than on death row?

First I was the moth magnet, then this whole slug fiasco, then supposedly handyman-man sealed everything up (though we still found A SLUG!), aaaaaand now twice tonight I have been attacked my moths. Why can’t these little bastards just leave me alone?? I guess I should be glad it only seems to be one type of creature at a time but somehow…I’m not.

There was a moth on the ceiling tonight, called the kid to come and squish it because I couldn’t reach it, he ignored me, so I had to jump and hope for the best while wildly swinging a magazine in it’s general direction. Good news? Got it. Bad news? Bits of it’s papery carcass rained down on me and got in my eyes. Yeah. Gross.

So that sucked. Then I go off to bed, with my new (yet fantastically old book from the early 80′s) and what do I see fluttering past Oh, that’s right, a MOTH. It lands on the wall and crawls just a little bit behind the bline, but still on the wall. I hold my breath and try to move fast to the other side of the queen size bed without making any sudden moves that will make it move. I knew that if I didn’t get it there would be no sleeping knowing it was there ready to gnaw on me as soon as I turned out the light.

I got a good swing in smooshed the blind against it with the book. Saw the smoosh mark and everything so I felt pretty good. I was even cocky enough to yell out a “got another one!” As soon as the words were out of my mouth I regretted it, I even said a verbal “I’m sorry, Mr. Moth, but it was you or me.”

**–I feel I have to put in a quick side note here: I have an ereader and I use it every day, love it though I do still love the old fashioned paperbacks too. I don’t have the shelfspace in my puny place for books so my Kobo just makes more sense in that regard BUT, and this is a big but, what on earth will I use to kill bugs? I can’t use my ereader! Am I going to resort to killing things with my bare hands? Ugh.–**

Now back to the story. I lay back down, snuggle in, find my page, look over to the window area and notice something is missing. The smush mark is gone. Oh hell no, I thought to myself. I scramble over and gently peel back the blind and see it there in the corner where the window frame meets the wall, thank goodness I have a box of kleenex on my bed, I grab a couple and go in for the kill (again), drag the tissue down (everyone knows you have to drag moths to kill them) and the motherfucker managed to pop free and comes flying at my cleavage.

Now, let me tell you. I have had all manner of bugs down my shirt, in my bra and what-have-you and it is always something one wants to avoid. Moths though, are especially messy as any of you fellow murderers can attest to. When I say I screamed bloody murder I mean I literally screamed bloody murder. I guaran-fucking-tee you that I woke up at least 9 people in the homes around me.

Did the kid come and see if I was okay though? That would be a negative. Didn’t even call out to see if I was okay. Someone could literally have come in and raped me to death and he wouldn’t even have batted an eye. What the hell? And no, he’s not laying dead in his room or anything, he just ignores me because he’s an asshole teenager. I could hear the little shit talking to his buddies on his XBox.

The lesson I would like you to take away from this stream of consciousness rant? When you kill a bug, don’t gloat. Just shut the f*ck up. Then, maybe if you’re lucky, it will stay dead.

WTF??? This is the second one in a week and the third in a couple months. How?? Why?? Ewwww!!

p.s.

I ate a slug once when I was little.