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Saturday, July 30, 2011

Things I Never Said

Sometimes I wonder about my little corner of the world... I wonder how many sets of eyes come through and see what I have to say? It's weird, for a number of reasons.

I don't have nearly the traffic I used to have on MySpace. In fact, I had so much traffic there and there was such a hustle and bustle to "keep up" with the Blogosphere on there, I often had to find topics to write about. No such hurry here. It's just me and my one dedicated fan that I know is reading... but who are the rest of you?

I can't spend a lot of time worrying about the Unknown. How much concern can I give to those whom I do not know? Only so much.

Some are waiting to hear if I have anything to say about them. The irony of those people waiting for me to say something is that they constantly keep my name in their mouth, as if I am their standard by which they live, and I don't know why this is? Maybe I'm the one that being stupid by NOT writing about them? I mean, the one time I did write about their very public fight right in the middle of the street with their baby-mama, they act like I did something wrong. Truth be told, I wouldn't have even written about it had it not been for the fact that their antics made me have to babysit, that's actually what I was complaining about (hey, it's a blog, I'm allowed to be self-indulgent!), I don't write about them as a subject. Even now, I'm talking about them and not mentioning their name.

If I were this person, I probably wouldn't want anyone writing about me, either. Especially when I have a bad habit of letting my hands slip when I get into arguments with my girlfriends (plural). This is looking more and more like a pattern of behavior... I'm not perfect, my ex made it a point to let everybody know I grabbed her and did hurt her in the middle of a confrontation (she always leaves out the part about her breaking down a locked bathroom door between us, but whatever), and my fake friend made it a point to call me a "woman-beater" when we found out he was a cheater that sleeps with his friend's girlfriends behind their backs, but I will never allow myself to be pushed to that point again. You're not sorry if you keep doing it. Hell, they even said to me "Y'know, sometimes you have to smack 'em..." No, you never have to. If she makes you "have to", then you "have to" call the police on her and get her some damn help.

Topics like that would guarantee me some constant traffic, right? Well, if that's how I gotta get it, fuck traffic. Anyway, my point was, I wonder about the eyeballs that peruse? Who's out there?

I don't know that the present-day traffic is my concern, or even should be. One day I'm going to look back at certain events, and the one way I'll best be able to recall how I felt is to refer back to my blog. It's funny, the very few journals I still have from my youth give me such clarity on how I felt back then. I can see things through 17-year-old T. Jordan's eyes. Then there's a whole different rub...

Like right now, I'm wondering how we're going to make it through the next month because we have to pay the utility company another deposit of $500, meaning we had a single-month utility bill of $1000 (that's stupidly high), four times what it normally is. Not really something I want to come back and think about later... shit, not something I even want to talk about now.

Either way, I'm going to start loosening up the reins on this thing... I'm going to start naming names a little more, because that's what the fuck I do...

Don't want me to talk about you? Hide from me, keep it a secret, whatever, but I'm sick of feeling like the bad guy because people around me do slimy shit and are deathly afraid of being exposed. If it affects me, I have the right to talk about it. Even if it doesn't affect me, I can write about it... I'm just trying to lay down some parameters.

Truthfully, it doesn't matter. If they want me to be wrong, I'll be wrong. Here's where the problem comes in, though: you've done quite well not giving a fuck what anybody has to say about what you do, so now I'm going to play your way. I don't give a FUCK what you think about what I have to say, and that's that. Because I haven't mentioned anyone by name, they won't even comment on this, nary a mention will be made of this. But I'm about to start naming names, folks.

And it ain't about traffic...

-ere'bodee's favorite mega, blogninja

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Casey Anthony: Was Justice Done?

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I've been following the Casey Anthony trial for quite some time. The idea that a parent could neglect the disappearance of their child for an entire month is absolutely abhorrent, and I think that's the core of why everyone is so incensed about her acquittal. I've seen people who feel as though the system is broken and some who say justice was not done.

I'm not nearly as emotional as some of my peers, the point of law is parity. Without the legal system Casey Anthony would have been dragged to the center of town and hung from an oak. The problem is I've seen that kind of "justice" used against too many of my ancestors when they certainly deserved better. The part of me that demands true fairness couldn't let that happen.

A lot of people have referenced the OJ Simpson trial (in different contexts) and I think that's a good example of how the court of public opinion differs from a court of law (and should). The jury had a responsibility to judge the merits of the case as presented in court. They were not privvy to all the things we have been exposed to in the media. They had to be impartial, and follow the letter of the law. I think those 12 people did an exemplary job. I'm glad I wasn't on that jury, and frankly I'm glad many of my peers weren't on it, either.

Emotions and prejudices have no place in a perfect legal system. The design is to find someone that will either be partial to your side (be it defense or prosecution) or to find someone who will at least be fair. The case presented and the evidence provided is what should compel, but you have to be willing to see and accept everything presented to the court. If indeed this can be implemented in every situation, then Black defendants stand a better chance when in a court of law. If not for this, Brenton Butler would have been successfully railroaded by an overzealous son of a former sheriff and that guy would have been hailed wrongfully as a hero.

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On the remote chance that Casey Anthony did not kill her child, the State had an obligation to at least explore other avenues. If they neglected to do so and wrongfully zeroed in on Casey, then we need them to next time use their resources more wisely so true justice can be served. One of the legal analysts made the very sound point that I myself often make, you learn far more about yourself in a defeat than you ever would in a victory. Hopefully the prosecution can direct the detectives to be more thorough next time, maybe conclusively connect the defendant to the body through DNA? Being that the body was found so close to the Anthony home, maybe they could have been more systematic in their search patterns?


All in all, regardless of the Court of Public Opinion, Casey is not guilty. Which, in fact, is a long ways from "innocent". The one thing that she did do was not report her child missing for a very long time, and this is something that most will hold against her for a very long time. Once she gains a measure of maturity, she will have to deal with it herself. I'm willing to bet that no matter how cruel the Public will treat her, it will be nothing compared to what she will eventually do to herself.

-ere'bodee's favorite mega, blogninja