A week of red-letter days for wife-killers, boy!
Beretta walked, and tomorrow the murder of Terri Schiavo will begin. I wonder if these guys have formed a "We Got Away With It" club. Picture it. A posh lodge, somewhere quiet. O.J. working on his swing. Claus Bulow playing Solitaire. Blake...I don't know, cleaning guns or something. Michael Schiavo won't be there because he's an effing moron who uses words like "uncomprehensible" on Nightline. But Jeffrey McDonald would be leafing through a magazine, chatting amiably with, um, Nero.
I'm laughing but this stuff isn't funny. I'm just in a lot of pain because I thought, I thought I knew, that somehow we would do the right thing by Terri Schiavo and not just stand here gawking as this sh** continues.
I think it's odd that Peterson received a death sentence when there isn't even much solid evidence against him, while Blake got away with using the stupidest cover story ever. I think it's odd that spouse-killers get to appear on Nightline to explain themselves.