Caylee Anthony

Once again we are bombarded with the news of an horrendous crime perpetrated by a good looking
very likable suspect.
The video of little Caylee singing "You are my Sunshine" played over and over is heart wrenching in light of recent events.
In case you just landed here from planet Quazar, I'm talking about the discovery of a plastic bag of remains in the woods near the Anthony home. They have tentatively been identified by police as the remains of the toddler.
Maybe because I thought I knew O.J. was guilty, I didn't keep up with his case and trial. At least not at the level some obsessed by it did.
This time is different. I am a mother and a grandmother. Plus there is that precious video of the toddler in her high chair and pictures of her snuggling with great grandpa.

Here's a mild view of how crazy it got in front of the Anthony home.
But I ran across this story last night and I haven't heard anything about it on the regular news.

If, as suggested, the friends did stumble across the grave a few months ago, that takes this mystery in several hypothetical directions. None of which looks good for the police.
I hope the police are wrong or corrupt. I hope (against all odds) the remains aren't Caylee's, and that another Zenaida Gonzalez (there appear to be at least 11 in Orange County) will surface with healthy toddler in tow.
I do not want a beautiful young woman to be an actual murderer -accidental or otherwise- of her own 2 year old child. It would be extremely difficult for me to handle.
Not just one more stone in the "people are evil" wall. A string will snap somewhere in my psyche.
A "thug brain cell" will be unleashed. I don't know all the emotions I will go through, but they are deep and unforgiving of humanity. And maybe even of God.