ACLU Child Porn Pres: The Wife Seemed To Know

...and was aghast.

I feel bad posting this, but I also have to imagine that this woman is going through so much that my posting on it is hardly capable of causing her any real additional discomfort.

Dan Riehl is just sick with the Google search. He thinks he's found Diann Rust-Tierny's blog, and I'm pretty sure he's right. He's got the evidence here.

The only problem here is the timing. Presumably this investigation has been going on for weeks, or even months. And yet this particular post -- about her not knowing the right thing to do -- is just from last Tuesday. It sounds like she was considering dropping a dime. But if she did drop the dime after this post, the arrest wouldn't have come yet.

Maybe she wrote this much earlier, but saved it in draft, and only recently posted it after she knew the warrants were being served. Or maybe she was still deliberating as to whether or not to inform on her husband, but the arrest came before she was quite done deciding.

Pretty heartbreaking stuff. I feel for her.

The whole thing may mean something else, but it sure reads to me like she saw something awful on her husband's computer.

Confused RANT

Not particularly artful, this is a rant on being confused-- on knowing the right thing to do but being unable to do it.

Knowing that walking away is the wisest thing to do-- but that my legs are frozen in place.
Knowing I should run away as fast as I can but being dragged by my heels in the other direction.

On living in a parallel universe in the same time--

On living a divided realty and not trusting my judgement or sensibilities.
Am I seeing what is there or not seeing what I don't want to see?

My instincts are scrambled-- If you were to ask me whether it was raining or the sun was shining you should not trust my answer-- it might be raining because I want the sun to shine or the sun might be shining because its raining.

The one certain thing is the searing pain that eats my body---starting at my toes and working its way up until I want to run screaming, tearing at my skin.

Agitation that won't be still churns my body-- unbearable images repeat again and again in my head.

If only I could sleep. I could be numb for a little while.

Emphasis added.

Heartless Bastards: I try to occasionally sound respectable and caring, and you morons keep ruining it.

Ray Midge:

I think it's possible she'd just seen Smoking Aces, cause this was my exact reaction as well.

That's as vicious and unfeeling as it is hilarious.

posted by Ace at 05:07 PM

| Access Comments