Amazing, isn't it, how this trial has taken on the persona of the murderer, with its filth, vindictiveness and chaos. I suppose evil does that - engulfs everything it touches in malignant 'slime'. Strange that the very thing that is allowing this travisty is the justice system itself. I so want to set it aside, forget it exists, but I can't. Travis, his family and friends, and the State of Arizona, deserve justice, and I want to see it done. The only way I can accomplish that, I think, is to treat the whole thing as some melodramatic TV serial, Brit style, checking in each day for the latest episode, and to mull over the latest cliff-hanger.
I refuse to allow Arias any more of my mental commitment than that. May she rot in hell.