How absolutely delightful to learn that Joran is recanting his confession. He probably thought he'd just get good press again, be treated like island royalty as he was after his (perhaps) first murder in Aruba. He got away with it (at least) once, so why not get away with it again? Oh, that's right: his dad is dead, so there's no longer anyone who gives a flying fig about Joran or can afford to defend him, including his mother, who finally admits that there is "something wrong in his head." She's a bit late to the party, don't you think?
I knew when I saw the TV reporter touring Joran's cell that he was a victim of his own delusions of grandeur. That cell is a rat hole, completely in keeping with the rat occupying it. Toilet? Uh, that would be a hole in the ground with a wooden frame for comfort! Sink? Sort of, and maybe even a bit of water. Cot? Somewhat, but bed bugs provide what little padding there is. Favorable press coverage? None anywhere in this world -- or the next. Possibility of surviving each day he's incarcerated? No one believes that is going to happen, including Joran!
Better to claim that you were pressured into confessing and pray that your lawyer can negotiate a change of venue than stay in a cell and wait for your assassin's visit! Good luck with that, Joran! Tick-tock.
Monday, June 21, 2010
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