Whatev's

Most of the day I had the Doris Day classic, and I use that term loosely, Que Sera Sera, playing in my head.  The longer and more torturous it lasted, the more and more I realized the song is really negative.

The first part has Doris singing about her childhood, asking her mother what she's going to be as an adult, "Will I be pretty?  Will I be rich?"  Her mother seems to "phone-it-in", by responding "Whatever will be, will be".  Her mom isn't supportive or anything.  "Oh honey, you're beautiful and smart and you can do anything you put your mind and heart to..."  But, f*ck no, her mother simply tells her to "wait and see".

Next, she talks about falling in love and asking her beau, what the future holds.  "Will we have rainbows, day after day?"  Here's what her man tells her.  "Que sera sera.  Whatever will be, will be."  Basically, he saying to wait and see, which is a subtle way of saying he might have to cheat on her if she gains weight or get overly annoying.

Lastly, the song has her, in a motherly role, repeating the shitty child-rearing that her mother incurred on her. Her boys look to her and ask, "Will we be handsome?  Will we be rich?"  She replies that they'll have to wait and see.  "Whatever will be, will be," as apparently the future isn't our's to see.  I guess goal-setting or education didn't play a huge role in the Day household.

Throughout history, all sorts of songs have been deemed "classic", although I can't understand how something as f*cking stupid and annoying as "Que Sera Sera" is a f*cking classic.  A real head-scratcher than one.  Released in 1956, there was SO much better music than that one.  Elvis had three number one hits, for crying out loud...

Absence Makes The Heart Grow Stronger

A few years ago, I went to the doctor with a medical concern. After a lengthy period of intrusive examinations by a plethora of doctors and specialists, I learned that my concerns were about nothing. However, in their investigation of my wellness, all were perplexed by another mystery. Something that had eluded myself and every other medical professional I'd ever come in contact with. So after a few more tests and research, I was greeted by my personal physician, who sat me down and calmly explained the "syndrome" in which I had been born with. Without getting into too much detail, and the fact that I like to keep some personal demons private, the fact of the matter is, in the end, I can never be a father. There are some other defects that are associated with the condition, one of which necessitates me to visit my doctor once a month to receive a sizeable needle in my backside.

What always bothered me about this fact, was that I'd never be a dad. Granted, I've never really grown up either, but still, I believe I could've been a cool dad. Now, before anyone decides to reassure me that I have other options, don't bother. I've already come to that conclusion. I see that there are a lot of children in the world who deserve a better situation than they've got, and I'm well prepared to venture down that road, when the time comes. In the meantime, however, I'll continue to be the awesome Uncle to my nephew, Jake. The joy that boy feels when he sees me drive up and walk into that house, is second to none. If being an uncle feels that cool, imagine what it must be like to be a parent.

Which brings me to today's subject matter. For a number of years now, three to be exact, I've been kinda following the daily misdeeds of the young woman the media has named the "Tot Mom", aka Casey Anthony, mother to murdered two-year old, Caylee Marie Anthony. I've always believed in the "innocent until proven guilty" credo that modern justice preaches, but the media seldom practices. So when the young mother would be on the receiving end of a barrage of predetermined guilty accusations before even going to trial, by the likes of people like Nancy Grace and others alike, I thought it a little cruel, even though with each passing week, the case against the Tot Mom, seemed to grow more and more prominent.

Fast forward to three years later. The trial for murder is now in it's third week and the defense is now presenting their case. I can't even keep up to the facts of the matter. It seems like every day, Casey's defense attorney, Jose Baez comes up with a crazier and crazier scenario. The one that stands out from this past week, was the preposterous idea that either Casey's brother or father was little Caylee's biological father. That Casey had been molested and raped and sweet little Caylee was the result of that ungodly tryst.

This confuses me so. I'm in no way (ever) going to condone someone having sexual relations with a sibling or daughter, but let's say for the sake of argument, that this accusation was true. Disgusting, but true. How does that make murdering a beautiful little girl, acceptable? Do they really believe the jurors are going to hear those remarks and unanimously come to the conclusion, "Oh, well Casey's dad f*cked her, so baby Caylee deserved to die!" I don't f*cking think so.

It's cases like this and the one that really bothered the shit out of me last year, was the case concerning Zahra Baker. A little girl who had survived a bout with cancer, after losing her hearing and one of her legs, only to be brutally murdered by her evil stepmother.

Any crime against innocents like children, bother the f*ck out of me. Especially since the birth of my nephew. I can't seem to wrap my head around the idea that someone like me, can't have children, even though I'd be pretty good at it, I think, but there's whole world of assholes out there who CAN have children, and they don't appreciate the gift that they present. I still live in a world where I believe that parents are good, decent, loving and supportive people, but then every day, you see it in the news, someone who defies that belief.

I hope, for her sake, that Casey Anthony never murdered her child. It's one thing to accidentally take the life of one's child, but to wrap the little one up in a blanket, traipse around town for weeks, with her in the trunk of your car, then to toss her out into the woods, like a piece of trash... I can't f*cking understand that one. If she's guilty... Lethal injection. Seems a little inhumane. Perhaps. But why grant her the privilege of life, when Caylee wasn't allowed the same gift?