Thank you, concentric, but I can't take credit for anything but WAGging and hoping against hope that I'll stumble upon something that'll make sense to somebody, somewhere who'll know how to use it to find Lindsey and take her home where she belongs.
Kagey, if my post above makes sense to you, I have to wonder if it does because I took what had been talked about in this thread and went looking for what would fit those ideas, or if those ideas are actually valid and what I found fits because there's some truth to it.
I hope you can figure out what I just said; it was awkward, at best.
Let me try again.
When Natalee Holloway disappeared from Aruba and turned up on Nancy Grace, I couldn't believe it. I identified with her; I also went on a wild grad trip, got stupid with drinks and drugs, and took dangerous chances every chance I got. I worried about her, and I sympathized with her mother.
She might have been me! I was curious, and I cared.
Natalee changed, though: from that young woman with a rebellious streak, into a hapless tourist duped into a pretend cab and kidnapped by a local man; then, into the sober victim of a date rape drug and rapist; and then again, into a gang-raped and murdered virgin, whose remains had been cut up and used for bait in a crab trap - and all of it with the knowledge (and secret approval) of the local police and the Aruban Government, who pulled out every trick in the international book to hide the crime from America and the world, for political gain.
Nancy was livid. So was I. There wasn't a shred of evidence for any of it.
So I went online, found a forum, and learned things, but none of it found Natalee Holloway, or solved the mystery of what happened to her.
I suspected I was being led, but I chased clues and developed theories and discussed it all with like-minded people until it hit me: this is the internet. Of
course everything leads to something else!
Of course each thing connects to some other thing, and
that thing to the next:
that's what the internet is!! It may have been suspicious, and it was absolutely interesting, and all of it was completely compelling, but that didn't mean that any of it had anything to do with Natalee Holloway. We went in circles, chasing our tails, for longer than I will ever admit to.
I suspect I may have been doing the same sort of thing here. I hope I've learned better, but won't hurt to ask myself how I got where I went.
Thanks for hearing me out.
