I would love to claim that I have been on a wonderful adventure and am back with evidence from the shiny red Kodak.
Unfortunately, I can't. It's simply not true, and truth is important to me.
I mean really, really, important to me.
You see, everyone has a peculiar peeve. Mine just happens to be lying.
To put it eloquently, I just don't suffer liars well.
To put it in Debbie Speak, lying makes my head explode.
OK... there's no literal matter splatter. I'm just using a little creative decoration to make a point. I'm OK with creative decoration. I like a good tale as much as the next person. That's not the kind of lying that I'm talking about.
I'm talking about the kind of lying that perverts justice, slanders others, or creates confusion. If there's one thing that I've noticed about liars, it's that they are masters of confusion. They throw so many lies in your direction that you can't see the forest for the trees. Can anyone relate?
And that's exactly the way they like it.
It's all about clouding the truth.
The ten dollar word for it is obfuscation.
They learned the technique from the Father of All Lies and the Author of Confusion. You know the guy, the one they call the Prince of Darkness...
And that's what has kept me away from blogland. I've been wandering around in the darkness and couldn't find my way back. Yes, folks, it's true. Your friendly neighborhood blogger has been swept away in that mass of swirling confusion called Hurricane Anthony.
I've started a dozen posts about it, but really... I would rather write about whatever is true, and noble, and right, and pure...
That's what I would rather do. Unfortunately, it's hard to read a happy post let alone write one, when your head keeps spontaneously combusting.
And so, I'm just going to let her rip and be done with it,
I hope I'll have a few friends left...
We've all heard the words reasonable doubt tossed about in the courtroom and by the talking heads. We've heard it used by lawyers and jurors wrapping themselves in the Constitution, much the same way that Casey Anthony wrapped her body in that American flag for the 4th of July party in 2008.
(While her daughter was wrapped in a laundry bag in the swamp...)
As if those words are actually in the Constitution.
Which they aren't.
Somewhere along the line, that little truth has been clouded.
Sort of like the phrase separation of church and state, the concept of reasonable doubt is actually just part of judicial opinion. It happens to be very old and accepted opinion, but that still doesn't make it Constitutional.
And since it's open to opinion, I'll leave you to yours, and the jury to theirs, and I'll keep mine. All just opinions.
But there is one thing that I know to be true in this case.
It was full of lies.
Now, only two people were proven by evidence to be liars. One is Casey Anthony. She lied about ....well... everything. The other is her mother, whose proven perjury was designed to insert doubt about critical, concrete evidence that her daughter had premeditated the act.
Personally, I believe there were other liars as well. I can't prove it though. In fairness, I can't reasonably make the accusation just because the Lie Detector in my head keeps going beep beep beep.
I've fretted and stewed over this case. As I said, lying is my pet peeve. Finally, I did the only thing I was supposed to do to begin with. I asked God to teach me something from it.
Here's what it is:
Those who watched this trial got an excellent demonstration of exactly how Satan works. He works through lies and confusion. The minute you think you have a grip on a situation, he changes the story or tosses in a whole new angle. Whether the new angle is reasonable or not is unimportant. As long as it's tossed in there, it will cloud the truth and confuse you.
And then, he goes in for the kill.
He stands up and convinces us that if we can't see THE truth, we must by default believe HIS truth. Never mind that it was his own minions who deliberately obfuscated the matter to begin with. Never mind that his truth doesn't follow simple rules of logic.
If we can not see clearly in his fog of confusion, we must believe his version. Oh, how many times I've fallen for it!
And that's what I learned from my peek into the dark side.
That, and the fact that somewhere in Florida is a family who really needs Jesus.
Just like me.
Just like me.
And that's IT for me. I'm finished with this case obsession
and stepping back into the sunshine.
I'll be visiting blogs and catching up this weekend.