Bluemerle

Please excuse the lameness and scarcity of Bluemerle lately. I have a nasty bit of business going on with my thyroid, my ill mother, and stuff like banging my perfectly good arm into the door jam and busting up tendons so that I can't even enjoy the fact that I have delayed disfiguring surgery another month. I always seem to get a broken bone or mashed finger or bit lip the instant I start to feel like life is not only livable, but conquerable. I suppose those things are small potatoes amongst life's tuber bin of troubles, but it does seem to me that if God gets wind of me doing well, he is going to have to take pains to settle my hash.

What is it about God. To paraphrase Bertie Wooster - when a man feels particularly braced with things in general, the Lord comes up behind him and hits him with a bit of lead piping.

Everything was going great guns for the Ramsey family in 1996; when they not only lost a precious child, but were flatly accused of depending on an assortment of theories put forward by police, prosecutors, pundits and the public, of committing and/or covering up the murder.
Patsy Ramsey was still widely believed to have had "something" to do with her daughter's murder at the time of her own death this past June, more than ten years after her child was garotted by a sexual sadist in a basement closet of the Ramsey home.

Now, however, John Karr has added the murder of Jon Benet Ramsey to his resume; some folks accuse him of puffing -- believing he has stlen the honor from someone else, namely Jon-Benet's late mother -- but detectives in Boulder seem to have checked his references and found him a suitable candidate.


There are unconfirmed rumors of a DNA match; though John Karr is clearly a dangerous pedophile, it will take nothing less convincing that this to settle the matter for many people, pwoplw who had already formed conclusions that Patsy had been angry enough at her daughter for bedwetting that she mortally wounded her and covered up her crime by making it look like a kidnapping gone wrong...or that son Burke had gotten rough with her and his horrified partents had hidden the true cause of Jonbenet's death to protect him.

I should probably be ashamed to admit it, but I was very, very interested in the case . I participated in loopy usenet discussions, paid attention to every bit of circumstance or evidence that might shed light on whodunit, and watched endless repetitive broadcasts about JBR on 24 hour news networks.

From the beginning, I not only never discounted an intruder...the more that became known, the more I thought it possible or even likely an intruder had killed her, and the more I became absolutely horrified at people for being so relentlessly stupid about the case, willing to make circular, wild and completely unsupportable conclusions based on twisted or unreliable information, and their own narrow scope of understanding.

And to them, it didn't matter if the facts turned out to differ from their understanding of them....because they knew Patsy did it. The evidence might be fake, but even the fake stuff should be used, because it was accurate, and anything that bolstered their view and could be used to convince others had value in spite of its intrinsic bogus-osity.

Ten years ahead of my time is the joke around my house.
Well, HA. How's a bit of Cassandra triumphalism?

I would just like to say to usenet ca. 1997-1998, I told you freaking so.