The epitome of being cute and ghastly at the same time. Thank God the long national nightmare of the Jackson trial is almost over, and we can get back to more conventional sappistry.
Update--the "why" of this post:
For the "huh?" people: There's a "bread and circuses" feel to the Nancy Grace/Greta VanSustern phenomenon (except that the power offering the distraction is the ancien regime of the mainstream media). How do people like this maintain celebrity status? I watch these maudlin women spew their slushy pseudo-professional claptrap and it makes me even more acutely aware of the fact that the media aren't covering some of the most critical news about the project to rescue civilization, and what they do cover they nearly always do so badly.
I also, for the life of me, can't figure out how any of the stuff these queens of ghoul cover is even interesting. How the deuce does anyone watch the Jacko coverage and stay off life support? I nod off so quickly I'm afraid of a neck injury. And just for the sake of gender-correctness I feel exactly the same about Larry King. I think he even puts himself to sleep.
By way of what ought to be a shameful comparison for the folks above, consider Linda Vester's Dayside. The woman even has a decent blog!
(Cross-posted by Demosophist to Demosophia and The Jawa Report)
Launched by Demosophist at June 10, 2005 05:06 PMWe think that if Joran had been released instead of the two brothers, they would have talked and implicated Joran to prove their innocence.
In addition, whatever happened to the panties, condom and duct tape that were found?
Barbara Gensler
Gene Meisner
Lebanon, Pa.
I think Jeff Goldstein had it figured that she was trampled to death by a herd of wild ostriches on an ostrich farm near the hotel, and the boys chucked her into the sea to cover up the fact that they were complicit because they took her to the farm drunk.
Not that there's even a iota of evidence to support such a theory, but wouldn't it be a hoot if they've been covering up for the ostriches all this time?
It isn't that I don't care, mind you. It's that I don't give a damn unless there's something more exotic than a HS prom queen involved in the story. Something like a herd of wild ostriches, or a talking horse or a six-year-old alcoholic who composes orchestra music.
Posted by: Demosophist at July 5, 2005 10:43 PMNancy grab Arlene befor fox does.
Arlene@tundruk.com
Arlene Ellis Schipper
She is interested but do it fast before Fox