Court TV

I am in love with courttv.com. Thats right - not the television show. I actually hate television. I don't watch it - we don't even have it hooked up in our house for regular channels, but we can watch movies on our tv.

So, to get my fix on criminal history I read courttv.com 5-days a week. Its fascinating. Its unbelievable. Its sad. Its hysterically funny. Its real-life drama without the script being written by NBC or ABC or CBS. These people are for real and some days it blows my mind.

This all started with the Scott Peterson case. I said he was guilty from the start. It was just all too "fishy" (no pun intended) that she disappeared on the same day he went out in his boat and then she ends up floating up to the shore...too much of a coincidence.

Next it was Michael Jackson..he's turned into such a weirdo. It wasn't so long ago that I remember Sissy Sarah and I rollerskating up and down our driveway singing Billy Jean at the top of our lungs. Damn those were good years. good music. a cool Michael.

Now I read about so many crazy murders. 911 operators who blow off callers as fakes, insane mothers that hurt or kill their children, stupid drunk people that hurt each other...all of them stories of loss in one way or another.

Having never been arrested I start to wonder at what point the intelligence chip in the brain turns off for these people. At what point is it ok to kill or hurt or lie...I don't understand how they think that they are going to get away with it.

Like the Alaska teen whose two old boyfriends beat up her mother then set her and her car on fire while she was on a trip with her dad. They swore she set them up to it...her mother beat her and threatened her...or so she said to them. In real life her mother was nearing sainthood by all comparision. She claims she didn't know they would actually KILL her. So, I guess its not your responsibility for lying to these twisted insane men to make them think they were protecting you. She got off. I suppose the knowledge of what she did will rest with her the rest of her life. Thats punishment enough for some...their own private beating heart under the floorboard.

Well, I've rambled on enough. Tomorrow, I'm sure will be more of the same. I'll read it with the same mixture of interest and revulsion and wonder that I do every other day and wonder if I'll ever find myself crossing that point where logic goes away and I think I can commit a crime.