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Sunday, July 17, 2011

Casey Anthony...released at witching hour! Pastel blouse calculated to impact haters!




I got away with murder!






When Casey Anthony strolled out of the jailhouse in Florida just after midnight in a pastel-colored blouse (paired with designer jeans) the wardrobe choice was not "by chance" (or selected last-minute).

No, Sir!

According to my sources, over a week ago - when viewers at home (and on the Internet) were polled about the colors they found most appealing on Ms. Anthony - a majority selected pastel colors over darker ones.

Well, if the alleged baby-killer thought a pretty eye-catching outfit would warm her accusers' hearts protesting outside the Florida jailhouse, she was wrong.

On the contrary, an angry mob holding vigil - not only voiced their open disapproval of the verdict in a public show-of-force - but also vowed to boycott any company, business entity, or media outlet that joined in any partnership (or association) with Anthony (especially if it nets financial reward for the defendant).

To everyones surprise, Ms. Anthony was not only ushered out the front door with her attorney at her side - flanked by armed guards - but straight to a waiting SUV purring at the curb in plain view.

Nope, Ms. Anthony did not hide in the trunk as she was whisked away, as a gang of pundits predicted.

As the vehicle sped off, the protesters attempted to follow, but were held back by mounted police.

Downtown, when the motorcade pulled into a covered garage (where her attorney's office is situated), the notorious defendant either remained in the SUV and journeyed on to the airport to alight on a waiting jet (or slipped away in a ghost vehicle to parts elsewhere).

No, Casey's parents were not involved in the get-away plans, although sources informed me this morning, that they were approached to participate in a sleight-of-hand maneuver designed to escape the watchful eyes of a hating public.

After rejecting her mother this past week, did Ms. Anthony honestly expect to get a helping hand?

Meanwhile, news media were in a frenzy over what appeared to be a "sign" from beyond the grave, that Caylee Anthony was pointing an accusing finger at her killer.

For example, on one placard held high at a demonstration site, the image of "duct tape" mysteriously appeared across Caylee's photograph for some inexplicable reason.

The fact that a lightning bolt struck a tree near the location where Caylee's body was found - after the verdict was read - appeared to be a sign from heaven (Caylee herself?) that Casey Anthony was the murderer, too.

Everyone under the sun is wondering where Casey Anthony is now?

Well, she can't get far on the $537.68 in cash (gifted to her by fans to afford her creature comforts in jail such as snacks, cosmetics, duct tape, and what-have-you).

Though Casey has sprung the confines of the jail - and is free as bird in that respect - she now finds herself confined to a prison that has no boundaries with invisible bars.

I trust the defendant will at least go to confession and ask that the Lord forgive her sins.

Amen!

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Monday, July 20, 2009

Marcia Clark...plastic surgery?





Does this old frizzie-top look familiar?



Botox Babe emerges after racking in OJ Bucks!





Uh-huh!



As they say in Tinseltown, "she" must have had work done.

In the scenario above, the plastic surgeons must have filled in the cracks (which were forming a distinctive road map all the way to the bank) - with a heavy-duty cement mixer!



I'm referring to old frizzie top - former OJ prosecutor Marcia Clark - of course.



Where emotions once rippled freely across an honest open face, now a taut expressionless mask peers back eerily, by virtue of a pound or two of Botox.



In addition, a coiffed "do" (blow-dried to perfection) has sent her former skitzoid hairstyle - once rife with independent split ends (a-la Nichole Kidman) blowing in the wind this way 'n that at whim - packing.



Phony is, as phony does, so - the helmet will suffice!



Frankly, I thought that Clark was a little brainier than all that.



Not!



Christopher Darden's partner in botched criminal prosecution turned out to be just another bimbo babe out to sell her soul for big bucks on the night-time trash-talk-show circuit.



Check book journalism at its finest, you betcha!



Just ask Harvey Levin!

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