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Guilt by King Prawn and the Alienable Confessor Killer

JonBenet‘s accJohn Mark Karrused killer John Mark Karr  — or is the more proper term “confessor killer” — has already been drawn and quartered in the court of public opinion by the mainstream media vested to protect the public interest.

How did things go wrong so quickly and why does the media feed such a bloodthirst for information about a man who — guilty or not — is obviously not right in his mind or comfortable in his body even if he did he killing or even if he just thinks he did the killing?

In America, the notoriously accused are deemed the most guilty by associations created by the media even before being charged in the legal system.

The mainstream media opinion makers appear to live for guilt by insinuation. That must make for thrilling reporting but it makes lousy television and reading.

Like a bully in a 24/7 pulpit, the mainstream media charged, found guilty and, frankly, executed John Mark Karr by Menu during his 15 hour flight from Thailand to Los Angeles:

Before take-off, Mr Karr took a glass of champagne from a flight attendant and clinked glasses with Mr Spray, who sipped orange juice. Dinner on board, served on a white tablecloth with silverware, was one many passengers would envy. Mr Karr started with a pate, then had a green salad with walnut dressing.

The main course was fried king prawn with steamed rice and broccoli, followed by a slice of Valrhona chocolate cake for dessert. Mr Karr drank a beer, crushing the can with his hands when it was empty, then moved on to a glass of French chardonnay with his main course. He later dined on roast duck with soy sauce and yellow noodles, and for his third meal quickly ate a piece of pizza served with chocolates and a bottle of Evian.

Is what John Mark Karr ate on an airplane important to the telling of his story? When did chocolate cake become newsworthy and why is frosting not important enough to report? Is the fact he ate King Prawn more damning than if he’d nibbled melba toast and half a teaspoon of jam? Can justice be divined in the blocks of the food pyramid? We were told his menu — over and over and over again — to excite us, to push our buttons, to condemn him in our minds before he landed on American soil again.

We were urged to think dark thoughts by those who claim by inference to be smarter and more beautiful and more liberal than us: “You work hard for pennies and eat fast food, while an unemployed killer eats roast duck with soy sauce!” I wonder if anyone in the mainstream media suggested John Mark Karr was committing suicide with that high-fat, low fiber airplane food? Why did no one fight to have his fork taken away in the best interests of justice?

Also during the flight, Mr Karr had a Dan Brown novel for reading material and watched The Last Samurai, starring Tom Cruise. He dozed on and off, and two guards accompanied him on several trips to the bathroom, each time leaving the door slightly ajar.

Why is no one condemning Mr. Karr’s taste in books and the cinema? Surely he leaves the mark of a conspiracy theorist in his reading habit and he expressed an unhealthy want for a return to the old ways of an ancient hierarchical society in his movie selection. When will the media finally make a Karr-Al Queada connection?

Does his dozing suggest a clear conscious or a hiding from a guilty mind? Why didn’t we get a report on the content of the deposit Mr. Karr left behind in the airplane lavatory? Would a Poop Report be too salacious even for MSNBC to breathlessly tease us with throughout the day? Why didn’t we get urine analysis in blue toilet water?

Do we not have the inalienable right to know the patterns of John Mark Karr’s digestive tract? Doesn’t constipation directly link to state-of-mind? Why didn’t the Press demand an on-board video colonoscopy? The ratings would have been huge!

At one point, he changed out of the red shirt and tie, replacing them with a blue polo, but then changed back into the shirt and tie before the landing.

Can we take common comfort in knowing Mr. Karr understands airplane-appropriate fashion attire? I know I feel safer Mr. Karr knows when to wear a tie and when to not.

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