Casey Anthony

The party's over

When I stop to consider the work of Dr. Robert Hare and his comprehensive work on psychopaths, people who live amongst us with a moral hollowness and deprave cunning, it’s no surprise I have been closely following the Casey Anthony case. We are all that much more disturbed when the seemingly innocuous — the girl scout next door — tries to sell us her poisoned cookies. Just as some of the most vicious and despicable crimes are committed by men in designer ties, Casey Anthony glaringly exemplifies a femme fatale seduced by her own pathology. Dennis Rader, the infamous “BTK killer,” would kiss his wife and kids goodbye as he carried his lunchbox to church, though lurking deep beneath the shallow veneer of that Americana was a brooding bloodlust. More notable is Ted Bundy, the suave and charming necrophile whose deceit was sharper than his smile. Then there’s Casey Anthony — a manipulative narcissist who attempts to entrench us in her web of lies and suffocate us in her swamp of sophistry (psychopathy is a term of psychiatric taxonomy that has symptoms which can characterize and overlap other antisocial disorders).

As the evidence informs us, Casey’s daughter (Caylee) “mysteriously” vanished amongst a network of people who don’t actually exist, the most significant being Zenaida “Zanny” Fernandez-Gonzalez. This is the nanny that Casey alleges last had custody of her daughter. A month passes before a police investigation even begins because Casey dealt with the grief of her missing daughter by entering a hot body contest and doing Jägerbombs at her favorite watering hole (yes, we all grieve differently — ahem). I understand this doesn’t prove intent in a strict legal sense, but suffice it to say Casey’s behavior was about as tactful as blowing a party favor at an abortion clinic. Nonetheless, her credibility remains as flimsy as Hugh Hefner’s cock — and her defense team is working diligently to cast aspersions on everyone involved in the case while Casey sits stoic, ruminating in the pits of her pathology.

Additional information has surfaced that Casey used to drug her daughter with the benzodiazepine Xanax, I assume because crib mobiles are just so passé. I can tell you from my own experience with Xanax that I used to call them “Zannys,” coincidentally the same name of the nanny Casey alleges has her daughter. Surely a drug like Xanax that is meant to relax a person (in this case, a child) could be thought of as a “nanny,” especially if the goal was to sedate Caylee long enough for Casey to imbibe with friends at last call. In my estimation, all evidence points to “Zanny the Nanny” being an imaginative concoction of beguilement and egocentrism, a clever, euphemistic ruse to divert police on a phantom chase. Make no mistake about it — Casey Anthony’s deceitful reputation precedes her to the point that she may have systemically coached herself to believe her own delusions. She is a haughty and hopeless enigma of innate corruption, a rotten apple not worthy of a worm. Even if she is not a calculating murderer, she is a calculating liar, a painful and disconcerting avatar of a human being. Well I’ve got news for you Casey Marie Anthony: “I see you.”

* A guilty verdict for 1st degree murder seems very conceivable given this timeline of events (read specifically the dates spanning June 15 thru July 15). There is your killer in my opinion. That said, I think Casey Anthony will get a verdict of life in prison and not receive the death penalty. Meanwhile, defense will be working diligently toward a sympathy plea and hung jury.