Because I Say So

Each time I come across the TV pundits pontificating about the Casey Anthony trial, I ask the same question: does Casey really believe that she's not guilty, that her daughter did not die in her sleep as the result of using xanax (Zanny, the nanny) to "babysit" her daughter while mommy went out clubbing? Casey would not be the first, nor the last, young mother to do this to her child, but Caylee died. What the hell do you do when you finally wake up the day after your night before and realize that your daughter is dead?

Do you call your parents and tell them that you drugged your child so she would sleep while you were out clubbing and now you cannot wake her? You know it was just an accident, but your parents would call the police and blame you for what happened to Caylee: who needs that? Why not just stuff her body into the trunk of your car and go on with your life, no harm/no foul? No one will know unless you tell them, so just keep your mouth shut and worry about it only if you have to. You can't change what happened, so get over it.

I see Casey pretending tears minutes after giving her lawyer the come-on looks and coy smiles, making the cute little faces, and I wonder if she thinks all 12 jurors will accept her lies and deny her daughter's truth. I'm willing to bet that Casey's confident she will walk away from this courtroom to continue the life she's not just always wanted, but she's always lived -- including the 31 days of partying that her daughter's death complicated, but did not hinder.

The truth is always at the bottom of even the most believable lies, but Casey's lies are so far-fetched that it's a wonder she believes them. Her mother said it all with her initial 9-1-1 call: it smells like there's been a dead body in my daughter's car trunk, and that's the truth that has to replace all the lies that have taken its place.