Casey Anthony Plays Marley's Ghost

Like the ghost of Jacob Marley in "A Christmas Carol," the sound of the chain that Casey Anthony has wrought preceded her into the courtroom today.

Clank, clatter, clank; the video camera zoomed in on the doorknob. It turned, and Casey and her keeper entered the room.

Her barely competent lawyer had filed a waiver of her right to be present, but it was apparently filed too late. The Prosecutor wanted her there, and the judge agreed. Baez rousted the skank out of her cell and, without taking time to brush her hair, she shackled up and hustled into court.

She stated her name, said "yes" a few times, and Bob's yer uncle--she's back to solitary.

Still feigning innocence, but doing it so very badly.

Imagine how you would feel if people were talking about your child's bones, and what should and should not happen to pictures and Xrays of them. Would you not be upset? Could you sit there, stone-faced, while such things were discussed?

Neither could I.

So, if Casey were to be innocent (right), how do you explain this behaviour? And don't start in with "there's no playbook for grief," and "everyone grieves differently." We've all heard Geragos try that one for Scott Peterson. didn't fly there, either. The truth is that we do, indeed, all grieve differently, but the fact remains that it is human to grieve in some way. This business of sitting there, all pissed because this court appearance has interfered with her busy schedule (there, in solitary) is not going to do her any good in the long run.

If she had half the heart God gave a doorknob, she would come clean, 'fess up and put an end to this appalling circus.

The more she claims innocence, the greater the chain she will bear in the next life. It grows like Pinocchio's nose.