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So a jury of her peers decided that Anthony could not be tied to the murder of her daughter and hit all three counts of first degree, felony manslaughter, manslaughter by child neglet outta the old courtroom but wagged their collective socks in surrender to her recorded lies to police. It is expected that Ms Anthony will be out, about and eating BBQue by Thursday due to time already served-the lying to cops charges get her 1 yr each but no one is holding their breath she will sit in jail for 4 yrs. I listened as stunned as anyone else, the poor prosecutors shaking their heads, people yelling 'its another OJ' and standing outside the glass window of the bar where the defense was swizzling champagne in celebration. I can't be the only one wondering what the celebration was for. There's an unsolved murder, false charges of sexual abuse against Anthony my her father, a mother blantantly committed perjury and the judge was hot and bothered because the prosecution lawyers were laughing at the defense. My theory is as follows...lets set aside the theory that Americans in general are an under par educated group of homo sapiens and look at the characters comprising the proseutors team. A brilliant Jeff Ashton who repeatedly made hash out of Baez, a defense lawyer in the best imitation of Colombo (minus the brains)Ashton appeared aloof, uber experienced, a man who spoke AT the jury while trying hard to be passionate about the truth he was explaining on forensics, murder is not a cover up for drowning and the list is long as the day was a lie this day. Ashton was not a jury peer. Ms.Linda whatever her name was, blond, cool an unflinching, was not a jury peer. When they sat smirking at poor shmuck Baez trying to sound lawyerly, they cleansed themselves of any jury sympathy. The jury, it appears by description, were mainly blue collar or at best lower middle class who felt for poor Baez being snickered at by the big city lawyers. Baez took this first captial murder case pro bono so in these lean financial times those jurors to that into consideration. I do not believe these folks ever considered evidence, after a brief afternoon they returned dressed up this morning to declare the innocense of Ms Anthony and then ran lickety split to return home, refu sing to speak with media-maybe they had already been offered exclusive interviews paying big bucks. Hearing that this typical young woman who reflects American youth at its most degraded and decadent, was not to blame for her daughters death was both numbing and after numbness passed and nausea set in, an odd feeling of filth seemed to settle in the apt. Looking around for the cause of the stench, I checked the litter box which was in its usual pristine raked condition, the garbage had gone out and then returning to the living room I saw teh defense lawyers hugging, grabbing one another and Anthony. TEnnesee Williams wrote a line in Cat On a Hot Tin Roof..."I smell something" the old dying father tells Paul Newman, his football star and badly injured son named Brick who cant accept his life is forever altered by his injury, he cant/wont do anything not even screw his purring wife, Elixabeth Taylor the "cat on the hot tin roof" he's so filled with the stench that stinks up the entire mansion...or the hovering Mamie who is the number one enabler of drinking, lying and not airing family laundry and the other son, the working son who has no neck kids that run screaming all over the house and a pregnant wife...a perfect family ready to inherit Granpaws wealth...and Granpaw cn smell it, the stench of the lies- In one of the defining male roles in early 20th century Burl Ives looks at what a family empire he created, how his Esau and Yakov stand before him, their lives divided by character difference and entwined by greed d as his family gathers in expectation of his imminent death, hovering and fussing, he says to his beloved son the injured footballer There ain't nothin' more powerful than the odor of mendacity...You can smell it. It smells like death. Cat On A Hot in Roof Tennessee Williams The jury served up a set of verdicts sending off the unmistakeable odor of mendacity on this day July 5, 2011.