Middle age, it is so wonderful. One is able to say, “I don’t have a clue” with no trace of embarrassment or self-consciousness. One is not surprised by one’s own cluelessness, nor is one distressed by it. On some things, we Simply Don’t Know.
All this by way of saying I have no clue what’s going on in this Ramsey case thing, other than perhaps this: John Mark Karr is a dark angel sent from hell to prove that watching cable news is a total waste of time. For once, this may be a case where it pays to wait for the Time/Newsweek version. Let them sort all this crap out. But my own clueless gutcheck says this guy is your basic crazy creep, and he probably didn’t do it, although he did lots of other things he should be locked up for.
I’m glad I got to see his pictures, anyway. It’s not every day you get to gaze upon a real live pencil-neck geek. Some miscellaneous bloggage before you Jessica Fletcher types work out the case in the comments:
As usual, Dahlia Lithwick is a treasure: You have to feel sorry for John and Patsy Ramsey. They were overmatched by forces outside of their control from the get-go. If the initial police investigation in 1996 into the murder of their daughter, JonBenet, had been competent, or even minimally professional, they might not have spent the last decade under an “umbrella of suspicion.” If Patsy had been less viscerally creepy—instead of a pageant queen who seemed to be living vicariously through her tricked-out daughter—and if both parents’ demeanors had been slightly more in keeping with what we expect from the grief-stricken middle class, the Ramseys might not have lost the national media at “hello.” If only they’d recognized early on that they couldn’t outsmart, outfox, or outmaneuver that media, they might have found some peace.
The WashPost’s roundup is pretty comprehensive.
Ready, set, go get ’em tigers.