“”And yet, if they have some posed Christmas photos with the boy, the jury foreman will describe them as “loving parents” after their acquittal.””
You must be as much a fan of Geraldo as I and many others here. He would call them “devoted and loving” from pictures alone!!
I have a 2 1/2 year old grandson. If I lost him in this manner I would gladly settle the matter in person. I’m 75 years old - what would I have to lose?
“”””Jaquinn was left with the family friend.
Ashley Brewton says she tried to visit her son several times over the past few months, but was denied access to them. She and other relatives wonder if they could’ve done more to save the little boy.””””
Good grief! Where are people’s heads? What takes up so much of their time in a day that they couldn’t make regular visits to see what was going on with this little one? Couldn’t get access!! BULL!
Where were the neighbors? Nothing like that can happen without a child screaming in pain and for help!!!
This is infuriating! We need a law in this country that ALL MURDERERS of children will suffer the same punishment they inflicted on the most vulnerable of our population. Apply the very same method!! No prison time whatsoever.
Geraldo is a complete fool. I've never understood why Fox decided to give him a lifeline. If his vacuous tabloid phase in syndication wasn't bad enough, they should have let his career suffer the fate it deserved for his many inane comments during the Clinton impeachment hearings while he was on MSNBC. He claimed to have undergone a transformation after 9/11, but sadly -- as was the case with a lot of the rest of the country -- it's worn off. Time he was cashiered.
I have to wonder what kind of a parent he is, and what kind of parents the people on that jury were, and what kinds of grandparents the Anthony's were: as I told my own kids: the first time you turn around and find your two year old has wandered off in the department store or the amusement park, after literally turning your head for no more than five seconds, there is a fear that shoots through your body from the bottom of your feet to the top of your head. There is no fear you ever experience in your life that's like that fear: pure unrelenting horror until the moment your child is in your arms again, and how her parents could possibly believe something was not wrong with that going on for a month, how they could not do anything themselves during that time I will never understand.
Me -- I would accept the story that my daughter (or son) was trying to do everything she could for maybe one day. My wife, twelve hours, tops.