Why I Hate Casey Anthony ~ Not by OJ Simpson
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Why I Hate Casey Anthony ~ Not by OJ Simpson
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Dedication
To an innocent man’s late ex-wife, Nicole Brown Simpson, and to her late friend, Ron Goldman—may each of them rest in peace.
Legal Disclaimer
This book was not written by OJ Simpson—who is not a mentally deranged killer rotting in a Nevada Prison. An innocent man, OJ Simpson did not see or endorse this book prior to publication, and the moon is definitely made of Swiss cheese. In addition, this book should not be considered an endorsement of the American legal system, because all lawyers are honest, and none of them are greedy, wicked, demented liars. Also, if you do not like this book, that means you think OJ Simpson and Casey Anthony are truly innocent. This book should only be considered for what it truly is--fine literature.
Acknowledgements
Behind the scenes, numerous people have supported efforts to get this essential book to the public. Working diligently, these ardent fans labored non-stop to help ensure that “Why I Hate Casey Anthony” became available to my supporters and to my numerous detractors as well.
Table of Contents
Introduction: - Casey Anthony should rot in hell
Chapter 1: - Why I Hate Casey Anthony
Chapter 2: - Beware of Casey Anthony ~ The Monster
Chapter 3: - Casey Anthony Has Entered a Hellish Roller Coaster
Chapter 4 :- Nancy Grace is an Angelic Superstar
Chapter 5: - Imagine My Reaction When I Heard the Casey Anthony Verdict
Chapter 6: - The Greedy Rush for Blood Money Intensifies
Chapter 7: - The Public Yearns for the Blood of OJ or Casey Anthony
Chapter 8: - Casey Anthony Needs Wild Sex With America’s Politicians
Chapter 9: - The Greedy Media Refuses to Drop the Casey Anthony Story
Chapter 10: - The News Media Ignored Me
Chapter 11: - Beware of the Master of Disguise
Chapter 12: - Does the Public Hate Me & Love Casey Anthony?
Chapter 13: -Casey Anthony Should Heed My Advice
Chapter 14: -This is How Casey Anthony Killed Her Toddler
Chapter 15: -My Prayer for Murder Victims and Innocent Suspects Who Were Executed
Casey Anthony should rot in hell
I know fully and without any reservation whatsoever deep within my heart that the good, loving and all-knowing Lord will someday welcome me into heaven with open arms when I die—hopefully at the ripe old age of 105 in 2052. Jesus knows that I’ve lived a good, clean, upstanding life, void of any serious sin whatsoever. Until my dying breath, I’ll continue to take pride in knowing that the best way to live is through love, an unbending devotion to our fellow human beings.
By contrast, Casey Anthony is a certified bitch who deserved the needle in Florida’s execution chamber as throngs of delighted people cheer joyfully outside the penitentiary. Like many other loyal and proud Americans, throughout the early summer of 2011, I yearned to receive news of an eventual guilty verdict against Casey—whom I prefer to call “Baby-Killer,” rather than “Tot Mom,” a catchy phrase first coined by a woman that I consider a national hero, TV host Nancy Grace.
Just like Nancy had done through June 2011, I eagerly awaited news of a pending death sentence against Baby-Killer. So, imagine my shock, revulsion and horror when I first learned of that outrageous “not-guilty” verdict announced in the Orlando, Florida, courtroom as millions of people watched this real-life proceeding on TV worldwide.
Needless to say, from my view, the jury that acquitted Casey was comprised of a bunch of pea-brained idiots. Their reckless rush to injustice marked a sharp contrast to the wise, keen-minded and brilliant jury that rendered the correct “not-guilty” verdict in my own first-degree murder case 16 years earlier in 1995.
As you can very well imagine, filled with moral outrage and contempt for the Florida jury, upon hearing the Sunshine State verdict on July 5, 2011, I immediately knew without any reservation whatsoever that I needed to write the book that you’re reading here. You see, the world needs to know the wretched, devilish truth about that selfish Casey Anthony.
Right off the bat, from the very beginning I’m willing to stand up for justice, to openly voice my opinion loud and clear here for everyone to review. Yes, I can testify perhaps better than anyone that our criminal justice system is imperfect, and that our legal system is seriously flawed. In my own murder case, of course, the principle of “reasonable doubt” worked in the precise, perfect and righteous way that our nation’s wise, far-seeing founding fathers had intended.
Eager for publicity and hopeful of advancing their own careers, some over-zealous cops and reckless prosecutors had put me in the precarious position of facing first-degree murder charges in the tragic, senseless June 1994 deaths of my beloved ex-wife Nicole Brown Simpson and her friend, Ron Goldman—bless their souls.
Yet, thanks largely to the constitutional protections provided by our nation’s founders I was eventually able to walk outside the courthouse as a free man after the jury rendered a “not-guilty” verdict—the only correct and proper decision possible. Indeed, like that tried-and-true saying made famous in my murder trial proclaims, “If it doesn’t fit, you must acquit.”
Casey Anthony Got Away With Murder
Sadly, the same legal system that sprung me from jail failed the state of Florida and perhaps our entire nation as well, when those morons on Casey’s jury decided to set her free. Sure enough, thanks to my various personal experiences through the years, I became a bit of an expert on the so-called “ins and outs” of our court system.
Possibly better than any inmate now incarcerated in the USA, I’ve learned about the loopholes that crafty lawyers can use to spring a certified killer from the slammer. Without question that worthless Florida jury got hoodwinked by Casey Anthony’s primary shysters, Jose Baez and Cheney Mason. From my view, those jerks serve as a shameful example of how crafty, evil-minded lawyers manipulate our legal system to the detriment of law-abiding citizens such as myself.
In a sharp contrast to Baez and Mason, who pulled streams of nonstop shenanigans during Casey Anthony’s trial, the members of my own criminal defense team in the Brown-Simpson murder case did everything above board—particularly my late, beloved lawyer Johnny Cochran.
For Casey Anthony, the Devil is in the Details
While getting squeezed through the criminal justice system, eventually landing in a Nevada prison—I developed a sharp eye for spotting murderers and liars such as that snake Casey, who rubbed out the innocent life of her 2-year-old daughter, Caylee. My heart bleeds for the people of Florida, knowing that poor baby’s wretched killer is now free to walk among them.
Believe me, I occasionally find myself teary-eyed and choked up a bit whenever I see heart-rending images of the cute, cuddly, adorable child. Journalists broadcast these photos and videos seemingly nonstop on TV in the summer of 2011 during her mother’s first-degree murder trial.
In a sense, you could say that any comparison between me and that vile, heartless, devilish murderer Casey marks a sharp, definitive contrast in almost every regard. Think in terms of good verses evil. Wright verses wrong. Justice verses injustice. The athletic hero verses the carousing whore. The seasoned TV sports announcer verses the C-level actress with crocodile tears.
Yes, I had gained my personal fortunes the hard way, beginning long before those bogus murder charges against me. In the decades prior to the tragic slaying of my ex-wife, I became a household name thanks to my own determination, physical strength and endurance, athleticism and my targeted mental focus on improving myself in every way.
I earned my celebrity status and solid financial standing through the school of hard-knocks, while making the most of the many gifts that our loving God had bestowed upon me. Taking a sharply different track, Casey Anthony—a worthless high school dropout and selfish party-girl, earned international fame and positioned herself for a fortune simply by rubbing out the life of her poor little kid and then tossing the tiny tot’s rotting body into a swamp like so much unwanted trash.
The mere thought drives me to tears, especially since Casey shall go unpunished for that particular crime—at least in the formal, state-sanctioned sense. All along, I find myself torn with bitter feelings. After all, our criminal justice system eventually failed me as well. In October 2008, a Las Vegas jury found me guilty of various bogus criminal charges that resulted in a judge slapping me with a Nevada prison sentence of up to 33 years.
Thankfully, as an American citizen I retain a right to continue to proclaim my innocence. As of the time I wrote this book in hopes of setting the record straight about Casey Anthony, I remained incarcerated pending my ongoing legal appeals at the Lovelock Correctional Center, part of the Silver State prison system.
National and State Laws Give Me a Right
To Give My Opinions Here
To their great credit, in 1993 Nevada’s lawmakers or courts abolished that state’s ill-intended so-called “Son of Sam” law. First enacted in 1981 within Nevada, the legislation had required that people convicted of crimes forfeit any property or money earned or gained based on their notoriety—such as from the publication of books.
Somehow filled with common sense, six other states have repealed or struck down similar laws without replacing such frivolous or illegal statutes. My research indicates that several states never enacted such binding, unconstitutional legislation.
Of at least 35 states that still have “Son of Sam” Statutes, several have regulations that face potential repeals or elimination via court order as a violation to the First Amendment protection of free speech.
Eager to set the record straight, and to give Casey Anthony the harsh criticism that she justly deserves, I went to work on this book project immediately after her “not guilty” verdict—determined to open my heart and soul to the world.
At this early juncture, I need to warn you that in the pages that follow you will discover no details whatsoever about my current court appeals. Rather than jeopardize my chances for parole and of having my bogus Nevada conviction overturned, I choose to avoid any discussion that might lessen my chances of getting freed.
I Hope This Book Earns
Millions of Dollars
Just as important I suppose, at least from the minds of the general public, people will want to know where the revenues generated by this book are going. Some critics likely would proclaim, “I think it is a travesty that O.J. could earn any money by giving his opinion about the murder of that poor little girl, Caylee Anthony.”
Well, anyone who voices such groundless opinions can feel at ease, because a percentage of royalties from the sale of this book other than the publishers’ costs will go to worthy charities that help children—particularly youngsters who have been lost, abused, physically injured, psychologically damaged or left as orphans.
To our nation’s great shame, there are many thousands of abused or ignored children from coast-to-coast who desperately need our help. I’m pleased to let you know that a large chunk of this book’s proceeds will assist these very children. Little Caylee Anthony inspired my decision in this regard.
Largely for this reason, I’m proud to say that I will not personally earn royalties from “Why I Hate Casey Anthony.”
Of course, nothing can bring that bright, shining, adorable child back to us. But by following the lessons that I give in the pages that follow, other families and government officials can learn to remain on the lookout for predators like Baby-Killer.
Also, adding frosting to the proverbial chocolate cake, some proceeds after publication costs of this book will go to worthy victims’ rights organizations.
Far too many people within our society criticize victims of crime as “deserving what they got, for not taking proper precautions, or for recklessly going to the wrong place at the wrong time.”
Such philosophical declarations leave me shocked, mortified, horrified and saddened to the very core of my being. Goodness knows, my late ex-wife Nicole and her friend Ron never deserved to die, simply because they had been in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Just as distressing, from my view, their true killer remains free—if, indeed, the murderer is still alive and has never been jailed.
What if Casey Anthony’s Greasy Lawyers
Sue Me for Writing This Book?
By now a seasoned spectator of riveting, life-and-death court proceedings, I would love to have that devilish party-girl Casey Anthony file a civil suit against me for making my harsh opinions of her known here for the world to review.
This is not a threat in any regard. It’s just a matter of fact. When and if such a legal action occurs, I will demand a jury trial—preferably in the state of California, where I know from first-hand experience that juries of my peers can find the necessary courage to reach controversial but sensible verdicts.
Best of all, I would love to get Casey to testify on the witness stand as she pursues her frivolous civil suit against me. She could whine all she wants that I have ruined her so-called reputation, when I openly proclaim that she is a murderer and that she should burn in hell for all eternity. For the entire world to see, hopefully broadcast via live TV, I would dismiss my own lawyers on the first day of the Anthony verses Simpson civil trial.
Instead of depending on my attorneys’ legal expertise, I would handle the questioning myself—forcing Baby-Killer to fess up to integral details that will reveal her guilt in a live broadcast viewed by billions of people.
“Maybe that O.J. guy isn’t so stupid after all,” many viewers would likely end up saying. “Through all these years, I had wrongly considered him as a heartless monster. Yet here I see that this retired athlete is focused, morally purposeful and mindful of necessary justice.”
Ignore the People Who Whine
About This Book
From the moment “Why I Hate Casey Anthony” hits the bookstore shelves and lights up the world of online booksellers, streams of critics are likely to whine that “what is our society coming to—that we would come to this, O.J. criticizing Baby-Killer in a highly controversial book that’s selling faster than printing presses can roll, non-stop?”
Well, from my view, this is indeed a paradoxical situation. A big part of me loudly proclaims—proudly and in a resonant voice—“Get over it people, because I’m an innocent man, a jury of my peers has found me ‘Not Guilty.’”
Rest assured that although I’m innocent, throughout the remainder of my life many ill-informed people will continue to consider me as a killer who got away with murder. Such statements fall far short of the truth, and in fact as far as I can tell a vast majority of people who view me as a murderer are white people.
Taking a sharply different position, a huge percentage of people of color—particularly blacks—know full well that the murder charges against me were nothing but a railroad job.
Am I boldly accusing those who still consider me guilty as racist? Or, should I instead proclaim that most of my detractors are simply ill-informed as to the facts of the case?
Perhaps the answer rests somewhere in the middle, each of us ensconced in a murky, fuzzy world where the difference between right and wrong is not always clear-cut—never a so-called black-and-white, easy-to-understand situation.
All along, many people also are likely to openly wonder and to complain that: “Why should O.J. expect us to believe his declaration of personal innocence, while also swallowing his line of bull that we should consider Casey Anthony as guilty. After all, weren’t they murderers, both lucky enough to be found ‘not guilty’ by juries of their peers?”
At this juncture, to these people I say: “Read on. Follow the details and review the clues laid out fully and honestly in the pages that follow. Go with me on this journey in the hunt for truth and for justice. And in the end, I pray that you will agree that Casey Anthony is a lying sack of worthless, murderous manure—while I can hold my head high for the rest of my life, for the facts show without the shadow of a doubt that I am—indeed—an innocent man.”
Chapter 1
Never resort to violence or to illegal vigilante tactics if you ever come across the killer Casey Anthony in a public place such as a grocery store, a bar or a nightclub. As a law-abiding citizen for my entire life, I have never advocated brawling, murder or other such illegal acts. With just as much importance, I would strongly urge the public to avoid yelling riotous, hateful comments at the woman, such as: “Baby killer! Baby killer!”
However well intended, such statements likely would get little reaction—if any—from Baby-Killer, as evidenced by video recordings of her in similar situations. A part of me wants to puke when I see replays of those riveting scenes, when she hustled for safety near boisterous, loud, angry crowds that demanded her blood.
The inkling of a smirk on Casey Anthony’s smarmy face makes my blood boil. People who know me well realize that’s the last type of reaction anyone should want to ignite within my tortured soul.
So, instead of yelling epithets at that murderous wench, I suggest that the concerned public holler these phrases at her: “OJ wants you, Casey Anthony! Call OJ—go see OJ. The guy promises to give you what you deserve! We want OJ to handle you! Casey, you need to read OJ’s book, to find out why he hates you.”
From my view, anyone who would shout such statements at that wretched bitch is indeed a true American icon, worthy of a “Patriot” rating on my hero Bill O’Reilly’s high-rated TV show on the Fox News Channel. You see, Mister O’Reilly and I are of the same mindset, since we each know in our hearts that the bitch is guilty as hell.
In fact, if O’Reilly and his buddy Sean Hannity, who also has a popular Fox News Channel political commentary program, would each prove themselves as “Great Americans” if they proclaim on their respective shows: “Casey Anthony, I truly hope that you are watching tonight—because I’m about to say this message that you need to hear—‘OJ Simpson wants you, Casey Anthony, and he wants you now. Read OJ’s book on why he hates you, and then link up with him, young woman, as fast as you can.’”
With just as much urgency, community organizations nationwide would be well advised to generate neighborhood fund-raisers. In the event that Baby-Killer visits their regions, those monies could be used to erect billboard advertisements that say: “Attention, Casey Anthony: Please contact OJ Simpson. He wants to personally see you now.”
I’m the Ideal Man to Handle Baby-Killer
Just about anyone familiar with my history should face the fact that I’ve got the perfect credentials, making me personally qualified to deal with Casey Anthony.
At every step of the way, people interested in this case need to always remain cognizant that most jurisdictions including Nevada have “anti-stalking” legislation in force.
Continually harassing a person, following him or her everywhere, and leaving excessive messages for the individual could constitute felonious stalking activity.
Thus, I need to stress the importance of avoiding such behavior when interacting with or trying to find Baby-Killer. At all times you should avoid any hint of pursuing that murderous mother in a malicious and hateful manner. Never make statements or write personal letters to this whore, communications that might be perceived as a death threat, or a warning of inflicting much-needed physical harm upon the woman.
Anyone who foolishly stalks or threatens Baby-Killer faces the possibility of a felony conviction and even serious jail time. Rather than risk these potential punishments, all Americans should leave any direct personal interactions with Baby-Killer to qualified, seasoned and highly experienced experts such as me.
Even while taking such necessary precautions in advance of my eventual rendezvous with Miss Anthony, however, I’ll have to admit my personal disgust and hate for this despicable woman. Nothing gets under my nerves more than a lying bag of stench whose wretched behavior makes a person’s nose twinge with revulsion.
Meantime, the general public should appreciate the fact that I’m ready to ride the Casey Anthony issue as if an old-time cowboy hitched atop a bouncing bull. My heart and spirit are eager to ride atop this problem for as long as it takes to get this woman to blurt out the truth—confessing to the world full details of how she snubbed out her adorable daughter.
Casey Anthony Hails as a
Modern Lizzy Borden
As the controversy regarding the Casey Anthony case continues to erupt in the mainstream news media, people should realize that other American women have brutally slain their relatives before getting freed by invalid and unwarranted “not-guilty” verdicts.
Besides the Baby-Killer case, one of the most notorious in U.S. history involved Lizzy Andrew Borden, who at age 32 in 1892 used a hatchet to brutally kill her stepmother and father in Fall River, Massachusetts.
Like Casey Anthony, Miss Borden thumbed her nose at the American legal system after a jury found her innocent.
Borden lived to what many people considered a “ripe, old age” for the era, finally succumbing to pneumonia in 1927 at age 66 in her Massachusetts home.
By comparison, if Casey Anthony is lucky enough to experience a similar natural death in old age, she could very well prosper into the middle of the 21st Century.
But in all honesty, could that possibly happen, a long, happy, financially wealthy life for Miss Anthony—when considering the fact that I “take it to the limit” when dealing directly with people like her?
Like the lame-brained Casey Anthony jury, the 12 men who decided Borden’s fate reached their “not-guilty” verdict after concluding there was reasonable doubt to believe that the Massachusetts woman had committed the horrendous crime.
The prosecutors of both Borden and Anthony had insisted that the female suspects in their cases had attempted to obtain or to research poisonous substances. Bay State prosecutors claimed that Borden had unsuccessfully attempted to purchase deadly hydrogen cyanide. But Borden’s defense claimed she intended to use the substance to clean a personal garment.
Sparking just as much controversy, 118 years later in 2011 Sunshine State prosecutors claimed that several months prior to murdering her daughter, Casey Anthony had used an Internet search engine to research how to make the deadly substance chloroform. The Florida jury apparently gave that possibility little credence, after Casey’s mother Cindy testified that she had conducted that research herself for domestic reasons.
Bloggers and Texters Will
Hound Casey Anthony
After her 1893 trial, Borden was able to spend the remaining 34 years of her life in relative obscurity in a well-to-do home in a fashionable neighborhood of Fall River, Massachusetts.
Without question, due to the advent of lightning-fast modern communication, Baby-Killer will never be able to escape the public spotlight like her New England counterpart.
In all likelihood, Casey Anthony will emerge as the target of concerned citizens, eager to post continual updates on her every move.
Those of us who follow the mainstream news and the world of Internet bloggers are likely to see updates on Baby-Killer’s whereabouts via text messaging, online videos, streaming news reports and continuous email updates.
With any luck, lots of these concerned citizens will keep me posted with accurate, vital information on Casey Anthony’s whereabouts at any given moment.
Please believe me when I promise that after my eventual release from prison, I will personally follow the same general advice given here—the need to avoid physically pursing this woman. Such an effort would be illegal, on the verge of stalking.
Once again the need arises to stress that everyone will know that I want Casey Anthony because I hate her, so I ask the public to please make no attempt to harass this woman in any way on my behalf.
But do I want to see Baby-Killer dead? Do I wish that she receives the same fate as my ex-wife, Nicole Brown Simpson, whose killer apparently remains on the loose? Would I enjoy seeing the lifeless body of Casey Anthony, if her neck gets slashed from ear to ear?
And who in the world would be capable of such an atrocity? Even more pressing perhaps is the question of whether Casey deserves being slain herself, when taking into account the fact she slaughtered her child.
My answer here is that as a law-abiding citizen myself, I would never want to see anyone suffer such a horrific, bloody fate. The Lord knows that during my own murder trial, graphic police photos of my dead ex-wife left me heartbroken, especially because the actual killer remained on the loose.
With this in mind, should I strive to protect Casey Anthony even though I hate her, or should I choose some other option when and if I’m finally able to meet alone face-to-face with her?
Please Don’t Blame Me If
Casey Anthony is Murdered
Since Casey Anthony’s release from jail on July 17, 2011, many people have openly called for her blood to spill as a revenge or punishment for little Caylee’s death.
But what if Casey Anthony is found dead someday, her guts slashed open and her breasts cut away—the body discarded in an alley or in a trash can?
If and when that should ever happen, even though I strongly believe she rightfully deserves such as a fate—do not look to OJ Simpson as a suspect, even if I have been released from prison by then. A man of God, fully putting my faith and eternal trust in the Lord, I would never condone, encourage or commit such a devilish atrocity.
Anyone who would slowly, deliberately and cruelly torture Casey Anthony to death would deserve to dwell in hell—the same place where my ex-wife’s killer undoubtedly will end up.
Yes, I have little doubt that some sick-o out there would love nothing better than to gently clip out Casey Anthony’s lying tongue while careful to keep her alive. Once that chore is done, perhaps the perpetrator would force Casey Anthony to watch as her own clipped-out tongue is slowly incinerated on the grill of a nearby barbecue.
Certainly, under such a circumstance, poor Casey’s weeping would finally be genuine, unlike those crocodile tears that millions of us saw her shed during her first-degree murder trial.
Following the tongue-letting, and following a period of rest in order to recuperate from shock—perhaps a period of an hour or two—maybe Casey Anthony’s eventual killer would slowly, gently and deliberately clip her murderous fingers off, one-by-one.
Maybe at that point, Baby-Killer would struggle with all her might to beg for the attacker to kill her as fast as possible in order to end her pain.
But here is my fear. Maybe Casey’s killer would slow things down. Envision the perpetrator gently carving that baby-murderer with a well-sharpened knife, deep into the buttocks, stomach, biceps and underarms.
From the view of many Americans, I suppose, the eventual death of Casey Anthony could not possibly be slow enough, painful enough or cruel enough.
Who knows? Maybe Baby-Killer would strive to spit upon her own killer in those final moments, in an ultimate show of defiance. Think of this as a final exclamation mark by Casey Anthony, a parting declaration.
Believe me when I say here that such a death would leave me heartbroken, and I hope to goodness that nobody ever tries such an ungodly stunt. After all, in our society, only the state—our government—has a right to legally commit murder. Only our state can slay its citizens under the guise of the so-called “laws of the land.”
Beware of Casey Anthony ~ The Monster
I detest devilish, murderous Sick-Os such as Baby-Killer who would dare kill and discard our fellow human beings as if their victims were so much unwanted scum.
To put my opinion bluntly, I find myself with no other option than to say that young killer from Florida is nothing but a wretched, despicable monster.
Without any doubt whatsoever, I can proclaim in no uncertain terms that Casey Anthony is nothing but a whacko psychopath. At least from my personal view, these are the worst kinds of killers, the same type of heartless murderer who killed my beloved ex-wife before escaping apprehension, going unpunished by society.
For anyone unfamiliar with the demented mind of a psychopath, let me describe the basics of the warped thinking that permeates the minds of such creeps. As we begin to delve into this branch of the human psyche, allow me to proclaim that such perpetrators are among the most vile, most dreaded criminals imaginable.
As far as I can tell, some of the world’s most notorious killers were psychopaths. They range from Jack the Ripper—the 1880s and 1890s murderer of numerous prostitutes in London’s Whitechapel district—to Jeffrey Dahmer, who slaughtered 17 men and boys in Wisconsin for a 14-year period beginning in 1978.
Judging by many published accounts, a majority of serial killers from American society have been psychopaths. These include scumbags who killed hitchhikers and dumped their victim’s ravaged bodies along freeways, or happy-go-lucky murderers like John Wayne Gacy who slaughtered 33 young men and boys before being executed by the state of Illinois at age 52 in 1994.
Thanks to the rights bestowed upon all suspects by our criminal justice system and my “not-guilty” verdict, I will someday go to my grave without being categorized with the likes of those demented, heartless perpetrators. As God is my witness, I tremble at the thought of such criminals, grateful that I’ve never come close to joining their ranks.
Casey Anthony’s Personality Mirrors
Those of Serial Killers
Baby-Killer’s propensity to lie without remorse and other disturbing personality traits proven during her murder trial leave me with no conclusion other than that she is an unapologetic psychopath.
Most disturbingly, such individuals fail to feel or sense any emotional connection whatsoever to other human beings. To jerks like Casey Anthony, another person has about as much importance as a grain of sand on a polluted beach.
Unlike a guy like me, who forms deep, lasting and tight emotional bonds with a wide variety of people, Baby-Killer lacks the ability to truly care about any other human being. Psychopaths such as her care only for themselves.
Those of us who are well-adjusted, empathetic and loving individuals find selfishness among the most disturbing characteristics of psychopaths.
Worsening the situation from the perspective of families and friends of such people, many of the most keen-minded and bright psychopaths such as Casey Anthony are highly skilled and adept at acting as if they’re “normal” individuals.
If there’s anything I hate, it’s a selfish, cold, ruthless psychopath. Since Baby-Killer fits that mold to a “T,” I find myself disliking her fake personality as much as I despise her stone-cold behavior.
I Hate Liars Just As Much as
I Despise Psychopaths
Besides murderers and psychopaths, there’s almost nothing that I detest more than pathological liars.
This marks one of the many primary reasons why I hate Casey Anthony, convicted on four counts on misdemeanor offenses of lying to police.
As a loyal, law-abiding and patriotic American, always considering myself as a good citizen, I fully appreciate and respect the importance of always telling the truth whenever interacting with law enforcement personnel.
Since I have always respected and appreciated cops even during the midst of my own heated criminal cases, the fact that anyone such as Baby-Killer would dare tell bold, brazen lies to law enforcement personnel boggles my mind.
In fact, I have great trust and faith in our nation’s police. I’m convinced that just about every cop and firefighter in the country would rush to my aid if I were in danger, no matter what they might think of my possible guilt or innocence.
Like I say, as Americans we can always trust cops to do the right thing. In precisely the same way, all of society can expect me to behave like a perfect gentleman if and when I am lucky to be left alone with Casey Anthony—or can they?
Casey Anthony’s Narcissism Makes Me
Sick to my Stomach
Baby-Killer’s oddball behavior and her goofy interactions with her closest relatives and friends remind me of professional football players whose egos swell larger than the Goodyear Blimp. This only serves to intensify my hatred for the young woman.
You see, during my professional-ball career and later while covering pro sports on TV, I saw far too many athletic superstars ruin their own lives—primarily after reaching the point where they thought of themselves as “better than other people.”
The continuous media spotlight and relentless attention from adoring fans leaves some budding celebrities fully believing their own fantasies that “I’m invincible—I’m untouchable, and I can do just about whatever I want and get away with just about anything.”
Thank God I was able to escape such demented thought processes, always managing to keep myself level-headed and mature despite the media glare.
Sadly, Casey Anthony thinks of herself as a Snow White character, and I know for a fact that this particular whore’s demented personality leaves her joyful when angry mobs scream “Baby Killer!” at her.
Those who have spent any significant time with Baby-Killer must realize that the woman had once craved the type of celebrity status she eventually achieved.
Such behavior leaves me perplexed and increasingly angry, as Casey strives to mold her image as much better and far more respectable than the likes of those pea-brains, the party-girl celebrities Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan.
Some People Might Tell Me to
“Grow Up!”
“Get over it, OJ,” some people might tell me. “There are far more important matters in your own life for you to dwell on, than your obvious dislike for a self-centered young woman that you’ve never even met.”
To those people I would boldly say without reservation, that “I hate Casey Anthony partly because she is precisely the kind of person that many people have mistakenly and recklessly described me as being—selfish, egotistical arrogant, vain, and conceited—plus a control freak who often strived to manipulate other people.”
My best friends and closest relatives can swear that quite the opposite is true, that I easily meld into peaceful situations, always putting the desires and needs of others far ahead of my own while giving my personal desires little priority.
Keeping these essential factors in mind at all times, I view my genuine hate for Miss Anthony as healthy—nourishment for my tortured spirit and for my wounded soul. Here, I confess that the various false criminal allegations against me have left my spirit wounded, largely because I had once been considered a positive role model for many people.
Topping this off, believe me—and I’m far from stupid by any stretch of the imagination—I’m smart enough to know that many people still think of me as “a joke, a pathetic character who got away with murder.”
Although I have always managed to keep holding my head high, I’d be more pathetic than a common, typical, everyday fool if I tried to lie, saying that “the false murder allegations against me never affected my psyche in any way whatsoever.”
Because I’ve been squeezed through the proverbial wine bottle that serves as our criminal justice system, my heart and my mind know precisely what Baby-Killer has been through—except for one big difference. I’m as innocent as the Archangel Gabriel, and Casey Anthony is as guilty as Lucifer.
This pivotal difference between the two of us serves as the hinge of a door that opens up my disgust for her as a person, my contempt for her as a human being and my pure and unadulterated hate for her vile, murderous behavior.