That Dumb Blue Shirt

I'm obsessed. Just last week, while folding mounds of laundry, I was watching a bad tv-movie about JonBenet Ramsey. I really got into this movie, and felt real pain for the parents. Not that I didn't before, but, if the movie was based on anything, it showed that the investigation was botched from the beginning.

And, yesterday, there was the headline on CNN, that there had been an arrest. And, eventually, the world got to see the face of the monster that did this to that little girl. He looks peculiar to me, too thin, too pale, but dark black eyes. I so want this to be THE guy that did this. I so want this to be over, for Mr. Ramsey to have some peace, altho it will never be enough peace, ever. He has buried two children and his wife.

I so want this to be over because of the titillating factor of it all. It sells magazines and newspapers and books. Someones horrendous tragedy that forever fractured a family. And, others are making money off of it. Sick. Here I was, folding underwear and towels, watching the story of someones agony.

I suspect that Mrs. Ramsey died of a broken spirit. How could a mom not, after burying a child AND being unjustly suspected of harming her? I hope that Mr. Ramsey sues every tabloid he can. The bastards and their headlines. Like vultures. I just hate this about our society.

I so hope that this is THE guy and that he spends the rest of his pathetic life in fear. Fear for his life, fear for his salvation. What he did, not just to that little girl, not just to her family, but, to our society, makes me physically ill. Anything for that instant of gratification. It makes me sick. And, he was wearing a dumb blue shirt.