When one looks at the Jodi Arias case on the face of it, the reasoning becomes open and slut. There is no doubt she killed Travis Alexander. There is no doubt it was brutal, and there is no doubt she is a liar. So why all the psychological testimony? And, what is that spector that seems to be hiding in the corner somewhere?
When a man kills people accept it. Just this week the director of the Colorado prison system was gunned down at his front door. The killer apparently ran down to Texas where he learned that we handle things a bit differently down here. He was a convict, parolee, career criminal, and when he hit the pavement everyone thought, job well done. You expect a goon like that to do horrendous things, and it doesn't bother anyone when he gets what's coming to him. But, you switch him for a pretty, well formed, and diminutive party girl and the mental gears grind to a halt, at least temporarily.
There are people who profoundly believe in the innocence of Miss Arias, as crazy as that seems. There is even a web page eliciting support for her,
please check this out should you wish to contribute. This innocence is a contrived effort to convince the jury that Jodi was in such a mental state of fear, confusion, and terror that her actions were in self defence. The defense would have us believe that poor Jodi was so upset by what she did that she just can't remember killing her boyfriend.
Now I'm just a simple old boy from Austin but I've got a problem with this whole scenario. First off, and this is going to fly in the face of my more liberal readers, I am from Texas, I am 61 years old, and I don't buy one penny of this PTSD crap. I file that under what I call "fashionable" psychiatry. I'm not going to venture off into that, it's just the way I am, live with it. My question is, if Jodi had a complete lack of recall of the event, then why did she construct a cover story of intruders? Let's just suppose, young lady comes to herself, there's Travis dead, blood everywhere, and she claims she can't remember anything, but, she comes up with this elaborate tale of the event she apparently "forgot." She fills in a cover story to hide the event. Are you following me. Why construct a lie about something she supposedly can't remember?
And let's look at this young lady's character. Uh, she's a whore. For my more delicate readers out there, normal, well adjusted women do not have S & M sex, take it in the rear, perform fellatio, with multiple partners, and then tell a jury all about it with a smile on her face. I'm not saying well rounded women don't partake, but for lack of a better word, modesty is becoming. You can throw in fidelity too, but I don't want to put too much on my liberal friends at this time.
And, if you're looking for motive, ability, and mental state, such a lifestyle is like two sides of the same coin. A girl like that can most certainly commit bloody murder. It's called passionate. A passionate woman's emotions run high. Everything is to the Nth degree. Fast lane life, hot sex, and jealous rages at rejection. The same passion that made her jump around that bed made her jump around that bathroom. And before you think I'm an old fuddy-duddy, I wouldn't mind a night with Jodi. I mean, I wouldn't let her go to the kitchen, or anything like that.
Still, some people, especially men, have an issue connecting a beautiful girl with such a crime. And this isn't the first time, and frankly, not the most horrible killing in American history. Ever hear of Lizzie Borden? Read all about her. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lizzie_Borden Though I didn't see it in this article, in other readings I learned that the question of the lack of blood on Lizzie was a major question at her trial. How, the defense contended, could this fresh, young, and even for the 1800's, hot young lady, take a hatchet, beat her parent's brains out, and not be covered with blood? Well, the prosecution had an answer for that. She did it naked! That's right. Lizzie shed her long dress, her corset, her whale bone bra, her stockings, and her "draws," and killed her parents in her birthday suit. Then she went out back, washed off in a No 5 wash tub, got dressed and sounded the alarm. Why wasn't this brought out at the trial? Because the judge thought it was indecent! He wasn't going to allow an all male jury to even IMAGINE Lizzy ever disrobed. That would so embarrass the defendant which was unthinkable in 1892, and his honor was NOT going to have such shenanigans in his courtroom.
Sound silly? Not as silly as several days of expert testimony from a middle aged psychiatrist, so smitten by Jody's smile he couldn't even remember he had put a score of 15 on her mental test, changing it to 17 later, and arguing over the Webster's definition of "compassion." And I'm not saying a beautiful young lady who hasn't had a date in four and a half years isn't enticing, but c'mon, your a DOCTOR for Christ's sake! The camera can show a lot of things, but it cannot show those fleeting moments of eye contact between the doctor and Jody. You don't think the jury didn't see this? Just listen to their questions.
So, is the defense crazy? Not really. Jody's lawyer, which I affectionately refer to as "Hottie the Lawyer," is drawing for an inside straight. She knows that acquittal is highly unlikely. What she's hoping for is keeping Jodi off that gurney. She's hoping to cast enough doubt into just one juror's mind so that he, that's right, he, will hold out for a murder in the second degree determination. She is slamming the doctor at the jury, and soon one last "expert," but she knows that a large part of her case is built on those "double dayums" under Jody's sweater. Think I'm wrong? We shall wait and see.
And one last note. Here, yet again, we have a case of Deep Survival. Poor Travis was so caught up in himself that he never looked into Jody's eyes that final day. As I have pointed out time and time again, you can do 99 things right, and that 100th thing, that momentary lapse, and it's death by stupid. Rest in peace, Travis. Jodi the pop culture phenomononLife is hard when you're trying for life
