Every day I have been listening and didn't think it could get worse than Saturday - and it did, today.
No offense to the Garden Lady this morning (forget her name) but at some point, one has to acknowledge that when you no longer can think on your feet quickly, you should give up being an expert witness. Nothing against her age and qualifications but she sure was a ditz on the stand unless she was doing an explaination at the board in her profesiorial voice. And her "Well, it was there for only two weeks, to it could have been there more than two weeks, and when asked about a hip covered in 4 inches of muck (aka humis), could THAT have been two weeks, and she says, well, it could be, a dog could have buried it.
And the guy on trace DNA - totally unprepared because he either couldn't remember conversations, what he read, didn't read anything, wasn't told about a report, and at one point says, well, I didn't know - my wife had relayed the message to me what I was supposed to do. If you heard a slap, that was the palm of my hand on my forehead.
And then the jailhouse last minute interview with the girl who was with Casey in jail whose little boy had drowned and the grandfather found him - had me going hmmmm = talk about coincedence. Then I remembered reading Casey's letters to another inmate where she mentioned that she thinks her brother may have molested her, and thinks now that her father may have as well. Would like to know the timeline of the girl in jail with the drowning story, and the letters to the inmate. Thats a lot of coincedence with a girl who spins tales with a little bit of truth and a lot of fiction, or is it just me?
Will be glad when this trial is over - am getting a little on the obsessed side with it
Marcie