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We watched the second documentary about the West Memphis 3 last night. Normally I am one unforgiving and condemning bitch when it comes to crimes against children. I am quick to be suspicious of anyone. The funny thing is that I am more convinced that the fucking moron claiming the title of grieving Step-father killed those three babies then I am of any of the three men sitting in prison did it.

You know, in my personal experience, the guilty party will do anything they can to portray themselves as nothing but saintly and honest in situations like this. These three guys are literally begging for forensic testing. The Stepmonster went so far as to have all of his teeth surgically removed and then give three different lies as to the time he did it or reason he did it, all while claiming that he has done everything in his power to exclude him from suspicion. He takes a handful of prescription drugs every day that turn him into a mumbling zombie instead of a lunatic murderer and people are supposed to believe the lie detector test was accurate? That man is so fucked up he can barely talk let alone differentiate between truth and lies. He gave a knife, clearly the murder weapon, with human blood on it to HBO as a present. His wife mysteriously died and no one can decide how. It also doesn't take a rocket scientist to realize that the reason their son's behavior hadn't changed after being prescribed Riddlin is because mommy and daddy were obviously using it for speed.

There was so much deception by the law enforcement agencies involved, there is a judicial system that just won't admit they might have fucked up. It is like a bunch of old men won't swallow their pride long enough to say that they convicted these three boys simply because they could. There is just so much there that is being blatently ignored by the courts. It is a very scary thing. Remind me not to move to Arkansas.

After watching things like this we always carry sleeping babies up to our room and pile all five of us into our bed for the night. It is so easy to take them for granted. I fall asleep so much faster when they are all right there. It is a tad crowded but comforting nevertheless. I think they should make beds the size of a King plus a Twin bed.

Posted by gwendolyn on June 14, 2004 at 11:22 AM