It's been well over one hundred days since the torture-murder of little JonBenet Ramsey. As you may know, there was no evidence of forced entry to the home; there were no footprints in the freshly fallen snow around the outside of the house and JonBenet's corpse was "discovered" in the basement by her father after a police search failed to discover it just hours earlier. John and Patsy Ramsey, the child's own mother and father, remain the prime suspects in this horrific crime.
Up until last week I suspected Jon Ramsey of committing the murder. Then someone told me about an odd affliction referred to as Munchausen syndrome by proxy.
Briefly, Munchausen syndrome by proxy describes a mother causing life-threatening illnesses in her own child, in some twisted quest for attention or enhanced feeling of self worth. The fact that Patsy Ramsey took JonBenet to the family doctor 30 times in under three years fits this pattern. The bizarre reference to Susan Smith (the woman who killed her own children) during Patsy's drug-hazed rambling interview with CNN was a tip-off.
Keep a close watch on Patsy as the weeks wear on. Police have almost admitted that without a full confession the case may never be solved. So far, these two supposedly grieving parents continue to refuse to even speak to the police in a formal interview situation. Another tip-off. Don't skip the links. Check them out. The fact that Patsy Ramsey's personality fits neatly into the profile of a "sufferer" of MSP may be entirely coincidental. I get the feeling we'll have at least another hundred days to mull it over.
I was born in the mid-fifties when records like "One-Eyed One Horned Flying Purple People Eater" and "Itsy Beeny Teenie Weeny Yellow Polka Dot Bikini" occupied top positions on the Top Forty charts. Back then women wore white gloves to the airport and 80% of new mothers did not breastfeed their babies.
I wonder why something as natural as breastfeeding your own child fell out of favor in America. This kind of disassociation with life could have had its beginnings in an emerging just-add-water, throwaway culture that blossomed in the Fifties. Maybe it was simply the inconvenience factor. Whatever the reason, I wasn't breastfed and I'm still angry about it.
I suffered allergies and complexion problems my whole life because I didn't get the necessary natural nutrients in my first crucial months of life. Instead I was fed a time-saving Fifties miracle: a chemical substitute "formula" from Gerber or somebody. Thanks loads.
During the social upheaval of the mid-Sixties a back-to-nature mindset began to take hold. The trend seems to be continuing towards a more natural approach toward caring for infants. Seeing a nursing mother with a shawl over her shoulder in a public place is no longer shocking to most. My 71-year-old mother, however, would still be appalled. At least she's dropped the gloves at the airport bit.
Last week marked the one-year anniversary of former Commerce Secretary Ron Brown's death. I watched President Clinton eulogize him in a somber statement on teevee saying Brown met death "seeking peace." Oh please, I nearly gagged. Ron Brown was seeking business deals, privileged treatment for inside cronies and huge political donations for the Democratic National Committee when he met his untimely death. (Untimely or merely convenient?)
There are plenty of indications to suggest Brown was assassinated when he made his final lasting impression on a mountainside en route to Dubrovnik, Croatia. The 35 who died on this doomed flight included top government officials and captains of industries. "Collateral damage" in the crusade to reelect Clinton and stop the "evil Republican juggernaut."
The recent news is flush with countless stories detailing the prostitution of our presidency in the name of party fund raising. Fish stink from the head, and this kind of influence peddling permeates the Clinton administration. Ron Brown just got caught a few too many times. When backed against the wall Brown pledged that if he went down he'd take others with him.
He went down, and he took others with him.
The headlines were obviously written to be reassuring: "Day care kids doing just fine," and "Study: kids not hurt by day care." When you actually read to the end of the articles the overall story isn't so rosy. But who has the time? Single parents are on-the-go, gotta get to the office--drop little Johnny through the day care drive-through window and pick him up after the long workaday world. (Johnny is four months old. . .)
Day care may not "hurt" kids, but it doesn't necessarily help them with much beyond language skills and socialization. Emotional relationship between the mother and child suffers measurably when the kid is being reared by a staff of strangers, instead of a parent or parents. A more accurate headline would read: "Child becomes a stranger, but what a convenience!"
On the anniversary of the Waco debacle Timothy McVeigh allegedly blew the living daylights out of a government building in Oklahoma City killing 168 people to make some kind of point. Quite a few others share his extreme view that our Government is slipping toward an evil New World Order. His trial was moved to Denver, Colorado in the pursuit of an unbiased jury pool. Like we don't have television here yet.
World leaders like to get together every year to discuss economic policies in a massive summit called the Group of Seven Economic Summit. This year they're calling it the Denver Summit of the Eight (I think what's left of Russia is the eighth. Even though Russia is a beggar nation they get to kind of sit in the back and watch.)
Why don't we choose, oh say, Denver to hold this meeting of monumental minds representing the seven great economic powers of our planet? Kind of a New World Order in a nutshell conveniently located just blocks away from McVeigh's trial.
What genius approved this plan?
Not only is Colorado famous for being the home of dozens of militia cells whose members sympathize and agree with McVeigh, ol' TNT Timothy is on trial for using explosives to make a public anti-government statement.
Locals are already placing bets. Will the blast be downtown or at Denver international Airport? Move the summit. Now. To Europe.