I Know...

I've been practically out of touch lately and I have no real excuse except for...life.

I'm going on vacation next week and I promise to have a boat load of ranting after spending 7 days in cut-offs and flip-flops. I'll get my second wind. There is always a plethora of stupid people on vacation. There will be plenty of material. Promise.

It's not what you know...

Naomi Campbell gets to smack not one, not two, but three of her maids. Everyone with a pulse knows she'll never see the inside of a jail cell or be deported.

I don't get to smack anyone. Not one person. Not my employees. Not even the paper boy who SOAKS my newspaper every stinking day by throwing it into the flower bed by the sprinkler. Nobody.

I wanna smack someone and just get richer from the publicity. Sheesh.

Is it ever really over?

So, Patsy Ramsey - the mother of the little beauty queen, Jonbonet Ramsey, has passed away. How many are willing to admit that you read the AP article just to see if there had been a death-bed confession that she had killed her daughter? Admit it - some of you did. I will admit that it was in the back of my mind when I clicked the link.

The sad truth is, there was always something really stinky about that whole case. The police couldn't disprove the parents' theory that an intruder killed the child, regardless of how unlikely it was. It never helped that the child's father was a bigshot in town.

I can't help thinking, though, that if they really are innocent - all of them, that is - what a sad existance it must have been for that mother. She lost her child and was never really given permission to properly mourn her daughter's death.

Bottom line now is that if Patsy Ramsey knew something - there will be no future admissions. It's pretty much over now. Right?