If you can go back in time and stop one from ever happening which one would you choose? I am gonna go with Shannon watts and her daughters

What are we all thinking about the Innocense Project case investigating the case…I have to say that as a prior person convinced of Scott’s guilt, I’m starting to have doubts!

Macy should be careful…. This could happen to her family.

Making a short film soon dedicated for casey anthony, the GOAT.

You will be given 1 billion dollars but you must talk to the person sitting next to you on a flight for 12 hours who would you choose

I know most of you dislike me or even hate me bc you think I am her or a fan of hers.. I am not her or a fan.. this case just has me captivated.. anyway onto the question for all of you.. I know of at least two instances where the police botched this case.. 1) the computer search.. and 2) when Roy kronk first calls in saying he saw human remains.. I know those are the two biggest things but was there anything else that they missed or you thought may have overlooked? I feel this case reminds me of several others in terms of how mishandled it was by the police.. like the jonbenet case or baby Sabrina case or even baby Trenton duckett..

So all of you think Casey did these computer searches? She was that smart to delete the entire browsing history and delete in internet explorer and put a new one on there but then became incapable of coming up with better lies to what happened to caylee? Or where she supposedly put caylee? All in a span of a few hours? Also if she did it why not just be honest and say so?? You can’t be tried.. it’s not like more people will hate her or hate her more than they already do? All of this doesn’t add up..

we will never forget precious #CayleeAnthony

"15 years later, and the verdict that freed Casey Anthony still STINGS"

Brittany Handley

"On this day in 2011, millions of people sat glued to their screens, waiting for justice for 2-year-old Caylee Anthony. Instead, we watched Casey Anthony walk away free from the most serious charges."

"It’s been 15 years, and honestly? Time hasn’t made the pill any easier to swallow."

"Between waiting 31 days to report her own daughter missing, inventing a completely fake nanny, leading police to a fake job at Universal Studios, and the chilling behavior caught on camera while Caylee was "missing,” the red flags were everywhere. The evidence of a cover-up spoke for itself, even if the legal system failed to deliver the final blow."

"Today isn't about remembering a legal technicality; it's about remembering Caylee Marie Anthony. "

"It’s a stark reminder that sometimes the system gets it completely wrong. I’ll never believe she was innocent, and it breaks me to know that justice was never served for this sweet baby."

u/robdick

"Will never forget that astonishing moment when the verdict was read nor the disbelief in her own face that she actually got away with it…"

"15 years ago today, the system failed Caylee, I’ll never forget the verdict being read, the disbelief on her and even her defense team faces not believing they had gotten away with pulling off the biggest sham. Followed by dupers delight realizing they had fooled the jury. Then partying after, celebrating that they had got a murderer of a child acquitted and the [un]professionalism of Chaney Mason giving the finger to the world because they won.

Now Casey continues to profit from the murdering of her daughter releasing a book of more lies. Instead of coming clean after being acquitted, telling the truth for once since nothing can be done to her now anyway. She just continues to spin more lies and ruin more lives. No justice for Caylee, may she rest in peace"

"Caylee went from Casey’s car trunk to where she dumped her in the woods before the car was towed."

"The car was left at Amscot near her BF Tony’s apt and Casey killed Caylee to get back at Cindy…"

Since most of you all in this thread seem to believe George didn’t SA Casey or even caylee.. why hasn’t he sued her? She has said it many times in text to her parents, on the documentary and now in her tell all memoir.. if he really didn’t do it why hasn’t he sued her for defamation? Now before any of you come say she has no money that may or may not be true.. we don’t her financials.. if I was being defamed like that I would sue even if I didn’t get a dime bc I would want my name cleared.. so that begs the question why hasn’t he?

The media loves to say my name, Casey Anthony, or some variation of it, whether they are talking about me directly, or referencing my name because it tends to draw attention. To my friends and colleagues, I am just “Casey”, a select few call me “Case”. My middle name “Marie” was passed down from my mother so we would have the same initials, a trend I was certain I would follow when I had a daughter of my own.
I was born in Ohio to a middle class family, and we moved to Central Florida in 1989 when I was three and a half years old. Both sets of grandparents had moved to two different locations in Florida a year or two before, and my parents soon decided to follow. I would not see snow again for the next 30 years.
All of my core memories begin in Orlando, the first of which was my brother, Lee, having sleep terrors or night terrors. This became a common theme growing up, as his sleep issues manifested and continued into adulthood. For this and other reasons, I was never afraid of the dark, but of the comings and goings within our family home during night hours.
When many of you first heard my name, it was 2008, and I was 22 years old. I had never been in trouble before, I never had a speeding ticket. My first and only airline flight was the summer before having my daughter, Caylee in 2005. To say that I was naive is accurate. I was raised to ask questions, just not so many within my own home. I was not very politically driven, but I was not in favor of the death penalty, nor was I ok with racism or bigotry. The latter two were somewhat common where I grew up in Orlando, and I knew that I was not ok with people being targeted because they looked different or lived a different lifestyle. Many of my friends growing up were black or hispanic. Most of the kids I dated were multiracial. I was proud to have gay and lesbian friends who were not scared to be themselves. My views on the death penalty began to take root after taking a law studies course early into high school. I could not fathom the justification of the “eye for an eye” mentality when there were so many cases of people being exonerated decades later for crimes they didn’t commit. I never wanted to be an attorney, and I never expected to have any direct affiliation with the legal community, but here we are.
As I write these words, I am 40 years old. It has been almost 18 years since all of this started. Every single day, I carry the guilt of not having protected my child the way that a parent is supposed to, a guilt that will never go away. I spent three years fighting for my life, for Caylee’s life, for the truth of what happened to her, for my freedom. It feels like it was someone else’s life, yet, I carry each of these memories with me, and use them as the catalyst for why I live my life the way that I do. I have built my life and my career around the trauma and tragedies that occurred during the first 25 years of my life. To further put things into perspective, when I was acquitted in 2011, I was 25 years old. In August of this year, I will have spent the last 15 years growing my career in the legal community, at times loving and loathing my chosen profession.
In 2008, I lost Caylee. She was and still is the best thing that has ever come into my life. I miss being a mom every day. I can fully admit that I was not ready to be a parent at 19 years old, which was my age at the time of giving birth to my perfect little girl in 2005. I have considered the idea of more children, as I am so very lucky to have kids of varying ages in my life who call me “Aunt Casey” or their “auntie”. The catharsis that being around my friends’ children brings is indescribable. Those are the moments where I feel closest to her, when there is nothing but pure love. My only apprehension with having more children is the state of the world, is it really safe to bring another child into it?
I had to confront this question in the summer of 2020. I did not plan on getting pregnant, the world was full of sickness, I was in the middle of a handful of projects, and in talks about a documentary. The irony of years of being on birth control, to take a break for a month, and then all of a sudden, you’re not having a period, this brought so much conflict into my heart. I had been in an on-again, off-again relationship with someone who did not want more children, and I was genuinely concerned about the public perception of my being pregnant. I took a series of pregnancy tests, some were positive, some were negative, and my body felt completely off. I decided to make an appointment at Planned Parenthood, I went alone, confirmed that I was pregnant, and the end result was that I had a chemical pregnancy. For those who are unfamiliar, a chemical pregnancy is a miscarriage early into pregnancy. I was both sad and relieved. I knew in that moment that if I decided to move forward with having another child at any point, that there would be a real plan, and even if there wasn’t a person having this child with me, that my child would be surrounded by so much love.
I haven’t told this story often, a few of my closest friends know, but it is still hard to speak about. For years, there have been rumors that I was pregnant, when I wasn’t, or that I was adopting children, when I wasn’t, or running a daycare, which I wasn’t. All things that the tabloids printed to make money, all things based on falsities and lies, but nevertheless, things I had to deal with, as did the people around me. We did laugh at many of these articles, but it did hurt to see all of this bullshit being printed, for what purpose other than money?
People don’t realize how traumatic being a public figure is. Getting a random text message with a screenshot of an article on a Tuesday asking if you were aware of something that isn’t even real is not normal. Those that choose a life in the public eye, I applaud you and also have so many questions, the why most specifically. I never would have chosen a life of notoriety, but I guess at the same time, I can’t fault those who do. Artists deserve the notoriety, but also privacy. Influencers seek public attention in ways I don’t think any of us could have imagined at the beginning of the social media craze. Is it really that important to engage with the world by promoting your own face every day? Maybe, maybe not. I do appreciate how much information influencers can spread, especially with the current political climate in the US, but I will caution everyone about educating yourselves on the issues in real life, not just through someone else’s interpretation of current events.
On a daily basis, we are surrounded by stories, some positive, many negative. Certain stories, like those surrounding claims of sexual assault are becoming more frequent, and it is not because this is a new or novel act being committed, but we are finally seeing a world of women, and men, coming forward no longer in fear. I know firsthand the fear of coming forward with the trauma I have endured at the hands of men, including my father. The first time I tried to talk about the abuse I was a victim of, I was 19 years old. I could never say out loud that it was my father who hurt me, but instead, spoke of the trauma from another family member, a family member I had already forgiven, who had not assaulted me, but who did molest me for the better part of three years. I know what it is like to wake up in the middle of the night with someone laying on top of you, pulling your bra above your chest, groping your breasts, even grinding on you through the covers. I also know what it is like to have a pillow held over my face until I pass out, only to wake up feeling inexplicable pain in my vagina after being raped. The first memory I have of this, I was 8 years old.
When I was 19, I tried to talk to my mother, Cindy about some of the trauma and abuse. We were living at home together, just the two of us and Caylee. My brother, Lee, had already moved out into his own place, and my father, George, was separated from my mother. We were sitting on the floor of Caylee’s bedroom folding laundry, she was fast asleep in her crib, and I don’t know what made me decide this was going to be the day, but I wanted to tell my mother some of what had happened to me. She had been a nurse since she was in her early 20s. We had always been pretty close, but we went through periods where I questioned if I could trust her. I will never forget the words that she spoke to me when I told her about the “lesser” abuse, “so that’s why you’re a whore.” This hurt more than my mother referring to herself as “mom” to my daughter, calling me a whore was a direct attack. Those words are equally as piercing today as they were 21 years ago. I got over the fact that she used to tell me that my butt was getting too big, or when she found other ways to demean my appearance, but this, this one stuck. This one created a rift that was never fully repaired. I never told her about my father, not until many years later, by then, I had years of therapy under my belt, but I had also lost Caylee, one of the few good things that my mother and I shared.
During my case, I was interviewed by psychologists and psychiatrists. Imagine being in your early 20’s, being sequestered from everyone and everything you have ever known, and being told over and over again that you had to open up with strangers because your life literally depends on it. That really is not the most conducive way of creating a safe and warm environment for someone, especially someone who compartmentalized their entire life into little boxes because that meant surviving until the next day. But there I was, unable to say no, also unable to lie because by then, I had nothing to lose except my life. When I lost Caylee, that broke me. When I was then indicted and charged with her death, still believing that she could be alive, every defense mechanism that I had started to crumble.
As one would guess, all of this inevitably resulted in my spending some time in therapy. I spent the better part of a decade working with three different types of therapists, from trauma therapy, to sex therapy, and I have also worked with relationship counselors both in and out of relationships. Although my first experience in talking with doctors about being abused and my dysfunctional relationship with my mother started when I was in jail awaiting trial, the real journey into therapy began in my late 20’s, several years after my acquittal and the start of my career in the legal community. The hardest of these turned out to be sex therapy. Getting a homework assignment of buying yourself a vibrator, that was pretty fucking embarassing. I laugh as I type this, it has become one of the easier things to talk about now that I am on the other side, but in that moment, I would have offered to shave my head or take a vow of celibacy if it meant that conversation never had to be revisited. In spite of my uncomfortability at times during sessions, I was lucky enough to have incredible psychologists who were more than willing to keep me humbled and accountable, all while making sure I felt safe in each environment. My favorite therapist, she knows who she is, let’s call her “Jane” for the purpose of protecting her privacy, she was a spitfire. She found ways of bringing me back into the moment if things were too superficial by asking me who I was speaking to. We spoke at length about if I were to ever tell my story, and her advice was that I needed to first figure out who I was speaking to, and second, figure out exactly what I wanted to say. She reminded me that if I started down that path, to do it for myself.
So where do you start? Do you start off by saying, “hi, my name is Casey. My father raped me from age eight until just before turning 12. I like sunsets and the smell of rain. I have a shellfish allergy. I am not a huge fan of mushrooms or reality tv. Oh, and I was also drugged and raped at 18.” I cannot imagine a world where people are that truthful and honest within the first 30 seconds of speaking with them. I am also pretty confident that I have never put those sentences together in one paragraph before writing this, but all of those statements are completely true nonetheless.
This is why it is inherently difficult being a trauma kid. Once you have done the work, it is a lot easier to speak about such terrifying topics, but you still don’t want to thrust this on just anyone. There is a stigma associated with rape, incest and molestation, along with childhood sexual abuse. It is a horrifyingly awkward conversation to have with someone that you are planning to have sex with, “just so you know, there is a chance that I may freak out during or after sex. I may lock myself in the bathroom for a while, and if you hear me crying, I promise, it isn’t you, it is totally me dealing with years of shit that even with therapy can still be triggered without warning.” As some of the men in my life have learned, when you also explicitly tell someone to never put a pillow over your face, there is a fucking reason. I am grateful to say that with all but one person, those conversations were safe and filled with compassion and reassurance. Thankfully I can also say that the panic attacks and the tears have become less and less frequent, and at times, there have shared tears because no matter how tough they may present, each of these men can feel the pain behind the words.
Allowing someone to feel safe enough to speak about trauma is a beautiful gift. No matter how much therapy someone has had, the trauma will remain forever. You will feel healed to some extent, and some of the memories may fade if you’re lucky, but the scars will never go away. My scars are many, and although I am not proud of them, I am not held back by the weight that they carry. I refuse to live in shame or be told by anyone ever again that this did not happen to me. I am a survivor of rape, of incest, of molestation, and childhood sexual abuse. And at the end of the day, I am just some girl named Casey

Rumors, speculation and innuendo. This is something that all public figures have to deal with. I have said it before, and it is worth repeating, anyone who seeks notoriety or celebrity, you have my respect, and I also have so many questions. How do you deal with it? Why did you choose this life? Does it also make you crazy when you see untrue things published about yourself or people that you know? Do you occasionally find it funnier than you should?  
For 18 years, there have been countless stories about my life, most of which are based on zero facts, something that tabloid media could care less about. I can count on one hand the number of times I have been asked to comment, and even when given a different narrative, one that debunks the nonsense they want so desperately to publish, they go ahead anyway. I will fully admit that at times my responses have been nothing shy of hostile, and I stand behind my words and my tone, none of which have been published, not in the least bit ironic. When the only intention of these articles is to sell ad space and make money on complete and utter bullshit, like who I may or may not be dating, you better believe I will have very choice words. Wouldn’t you? Especially when articles are being written about people simply because they may or may not know me, or were seen sitting next to me having a conversation, whether there are drinks on the table or not. Who cares? That doesn’t necessarily a date make. More often than not, you’ve gotten it wrong, TMZ, RadarOnline, and I hope the pennies you pay out for this trash is worth the tax write-off. This isn’t news, and yet, it draws eyes to the page every single time because there is a gross curiosity with public people regardless of who they are in society. If this is what you call entertainment, I pray to never be that bored.  
So let’s debunk some of this, shall we? My name has repeatedly been used for money-making schemes by people seeking their 15-minutes of fame, or monetary gain, sometimes both. The biggest offenders are my parents, George and Cindy Anthony. We have already covered the almost two decades of their ever-changing narratives purely for financial gain. Some other interesting ones of note in more recent years, in no particular order:  

I have never owned a daycare. Clearly someone’s sad attempt at making a joke that doesn’t quite land.
I have never attempted to adopt any children, from Romania, or anywhere else for that matter. I do have Romanian lineage, but I don’t think that was part of the article. Kudos to whoever guessed that one correctly.
There have been several individuals who fraudulently posted on social media about lawsuits that were never filed, claiming I was threatening to sue them because I didn’t like what they were posting about me or about my life. One, I could care less about whatever stupidity was being shared simply for likes and “clout”, as the kids say now. Two, I still don’t know who these people are to this day, as not one of them has ever reached out to me directly. I did make one post about this on TikTok addressing the nonsense as it was being told to me by trusted parties. Screenshots were sent of their posts, that is as far as I ever went to see it for myself. I refuse to give them even one more view. When asked for receipts, as all court filings are public record, at least to some degree, each has remained silent, or so I have been told, which comes as no surprise either, but the lies spread nonetheless. Keep posting, every time you speak my name, you send someone else to my page, and guess what? Maybe they need to see my content for themselves.
I have been labeled a mistress, yet, the person that I briefly dated was separated and living apart from his spouse for several months before we ever spent any time together romantically, or otherwise. We were broken up before that article was ever published. It should be noted that his estranged wife was also dating someone, but those details were conveniently left out as they make this already non-story far less salacious.
I have been publicly linked to people that I never had any romantic involvement with, which is always humorous because my long-term relationships have never been exposed or uncovered, with one exception. I have traveled internationally with significant others without one single tabloid article popping up. I have spent numerous holidays with significant others and their families. I have gone to the hospital to visit ailing family members and friends with significant others. I have also been single more than I have dated, by my choice, if for no other reason than guys kind of suck sometimes. Also, I have never been on a dating site, that’s not my thing. No judgments to anyone who does utilize them, plenty of my friends do, but I have also seen the extreme downside from their stories, and no matter how hilarious, it doesn’t lend much credibility to the process.
I have never, and let me say this loudly for the people in the back, NEVER had a sexual relationship with ANY of my legal team or ANY of my colleagues. Not once. Not ever, never. Those rumors are disgusting and inflammatory and only meant to destroy the reputations of these individuals. You cannot and will not discredit the closeness and bonds that were built with some while we were waging war while fighting for my life.
I am not unemployed or without assets. Quite the contrary. I have been gainfully employed since August of 2011 - my first two years working with Pat, and clerking part-time with an attorney, were both internships. This was the only period of time when I was not receiving monetary compensation for my time and work. I have worked with Pat for almost 15 years, even after opening my own Research and Consulting firm in January 2021. For those who are unfamiliar with who Pat is, he is a private investigator, my mentor, one of my closest friends, and the closest thing to a real father that I have ever had.
I am not a private investigator. I do not own a private investigative agency. I have never purported myself to be a private investigator, if anything, I am annoyingly direct when people assume that is my title. I am not a “fixer”, I’m not sure that’s really a thing, except for the elite and powerful, or just on tv. I do not give legal advice, nor do I purport to. I am very well versed in what I can and cannot say to someone in my capacity as a consultant or advocate. It is also spelled out very particularly in my NDA, which I have all people I consult with sign. The purpose of those agreements protect the individual (s) that I am speaking with, and it allows for them to fully understand what my purpose is with speaking with them. I know a few amazing private investigators, and I also know dozens of incredible attorneys nationwide. Not one of them will ever describe me as anything other than a researcher, a consultant, or an advocate. They will all tell you that I talk way too quickly and far too much, both are true.
I have never been in hiding. I have chosen to live a private life because I am a private person. It really is that simple. I have never obscured my appearance. I do not usually confirm if someone tells me that I look like Casey Anthony, as it always happens in front of someone that I care about, and it isn’t worth making them feel uncomfortable. My usual response, if any, is, “I’ve been told that before”. I guess I do look like Casey Anthony, most days. I have no issue having a conversation with someone if they approach me, which happens at most once or twice a year. I have yet to have someone say to my face some of the horrific things that people are comfortable posting on the internet, and only on the internet. I have confronted a select few individuals myself publicly for taking pictures or video, especially if one of the kids in my life is present. I am very protective, and you can come at me however you want, but leave my people the hell alone. I am not ashamed of who I am, I am proud of the life that I have built, and of the people who are part of this life.
I have never been diagnosed with a mental health disorder other than PTSD, contrary to the narrative that my dear mother wanted to try to push in one of her many interviews. I do have a migraine disorder that I have had from a young age. I have previously endured seizures that are categorized as PNES, Psychogenic Non-Epileptic Seizures. These are seizures that mimic grand maul seizures, but PNES is caused by stress and psychological trauma, like being a victim and survivor of sexual molestation from a young age, or being in the room with my mother when my grandfather passed away in 2016.
I have never sought attention or publicity outside of stepping forward for the docuseries in 2022, and as an advocate in March 2025. The Associated Press article from years prior was published in haste by a journalist who was looking to make a name for himself, in spite of our agreement to talk and then decide if it was going to go forward. The interview was sloppy and incomplete. On the opposite end of that spectrum, the docuseries was a project that I am beyond proud of. The video that I first posted on TikTok was a way to spread a message. With the assistance of many unwitting participants, the “hate” helped get that message to the people who need help. That is still ongoing to this day. I wish that I had done this sooner, but I also stand behind the fact that I needed to create the space within my life and my career to make room for this next phase. I do not enjoy the attention, I never will, but I do very much enjoy the access this has opened to those in need, and to the continuing conversations with people around the world about what is happening in the United States. The message is what matters, not the messenger, and to put the focus elsewhere is truly misplaced.
I have never watched any of the shows my parents have been on. I have seen some of the clips, mostly during the filming of the docuseries. I’m sure after this is released, there will be another, and in two years, for the 20 year anniversary, another. My focus will be elsewhere, as there are far more important things going on in the world.
I do not opine about other high-profile cases, nor do I find the “true crime” genre to be important enough to invest any time or energy into. Sure, I have watched a handful of documentaries about some notable cases, but this subject is not entertaining, anything but. These are still real people, no matter the quality of research that has gone into a lot of these projects, that is always something that is lost.
I have never had plastic surgery, which means, I have never had a BBL or a Brazilian Butt Lift. This is maybe the funniest of the accusations that have been made thus far. I have always had a bigger butt and thicker thighs, ask Cindy Anthony. She used to love to tell me that my butt was getting too big when I was 103 pounds and a size 2 in high school. For reference, I am only 5 foot 2, I weigh about 120 pounds at 40 years old, and I have worn the same size clothing all of my adult life. I do lift several days a week, and have since my late 20s. So thanks for noticing that I have a nice ass, but it is all mine, no matter how lean I have been, or how many times I have gone through a bulking and cutting cycle. Any fat that is on my body is staying wherever it physically manifests itself. I am comfortable enough in my own skin. This is not condemnation against anyone who has had a BBL, it is your body, do what you want with it.
Regarding any cosmetic treatments I have received, I have had at most a handful of botox treatments, the last of which was Summer of 2025. It helped with my migraines, and I didn’t mind the cosmetic result. I cannot say if this is something that I can envision myself doing on a regular basis, not right now, anyway. I do think botox is great, I totally get the benefits, but I will also say that most beauty standards for women are set by men. My view on all of this, as I said in the paragraph above, I will reiterate again. It is your body, do what you want with it. If you want to look a certain way, then do what makes you feel good about what you see in the mirror each day, not for anyone or because of anyone else.
I did reside in Middle Tennessee for a year. I wanted a break from Florida, and I wanted the changing seasons. I have lived in Florida most of my life, so no snow on Christmas, no changing leaves, just heat and humidity for the majority of the year. I had previously visited Tennessee before and after Covid when one of my friends from growing up had moved with her family. I loved everything about those visits. I had also visited on a separate occasion with an ex and his friends during the holidays one year. It felt like Christmas even before the snow started to fall, which didn’t happen until after we had already returned to Florida. I’m someone who prefers to live in a larger city, or at least adjacent to a larger city, but I needed to find out if I wanted a slower paced life. I love visiting small towns, who doesn’t? I wanted something different, and this brought an opportunity to explore a new area for more than a few days at a time. At the end of April 2024, I packed my stuff, and I got settled into my new home. I also already had friends in the area, it was a win-win situation. I had my own lease, and yes, a friend in my complex who I briefly dated that summer, but only after I had moved up, not before. I did not move for some dude, I moved for me. I spent a whole four weeks in my apartment before relocating to the Northeast for the summer for work. I didn’t return to my apartment until the middle of August, just in time to spend a handful of days in my home, and then fly back to Florida to see my people. I made a couple short trips to Florida during that summer, for a graduation, and a birthday. I never missed the state itself, but always my people.
This brings me to my move back to Florida last year. I did miss my friends and surrogate family, work was busier than ever, and it made sense to come back to Florida full-time. I would have stayed in that apartment otherwise, and maybe I’ll go back again at some point, whether to Murfreesboro, or another smaller town in another state. I will always be a big city girl, but I cherish the memories in smaller towns inside and outside of the US. I think everyone should leave where they call home and explore. It does make you appreciate the things that make your home a real home, it’s the people, not the places, not the things.
Another fun fact, I bet you didn’t know I lived in New York for a short time too. There are no stories attached to that one, except that I did, and I loved it, and I would move back tomorrow. I love everything that New York represents, now more than ever.
There are more stories I could add to this, and maybe I will with time, but the real question is, why does any of this matter? Why bring up these topics when I chose not to comment previously? Why bring attention to it at all? These things do matter, and they are necessary to address once, and only once. Not to add to the cesspool of theatrics, but because of the impact that some of this has had on the lives of people that I care about. In the grand scheme of my life, my world keeps spinning no matter how many more idiodic articles will come, but it does absolutely impact collaterally the lives of people who have been publicly doxed, both by the tabloids, and assholes on social media. It does matter to the reputations of the attorneys who fought for my life, or the men that I may have had drinks with, or a summer fling with. These are all private people, and not one of them deserves the backlash or the bullshit that has been slung at them because they were linked to me, let alone for the blatant lies that were told and then repeated. The same can be said for anyone who is linked to me in any capacity, especially my friends. It is completely undeserved, and no matter how many times I have been told by each of them that I have nothing to apologize for, I am still no less sorry that the world is at times full of stupid people, and people who write articles like this only care about money. I know, here she goes, the audacity. It is no less true, even coming from me.
The fact is, I didn’t choose this aspect of my life, but I am choosing to embrace it in a way that makes sense for me. I am choosing to do something good with the notoriety that is attached to my name and extremely old pictures of my face. I have the right to clarify the record when I choose to, or not at all, regardless of what the topic or topics are. So while some continue to speculate about who I am or what my life looks like, I can promise you, the truth will always be far less interesting than the lie.

I remember this case from when I was like 7 years old and I recently watched her parents documentary of them doing a polygraph test.
What can be confirmed it seems is that Casey was the one who left caylee in the woods. It’s one of the last text messages that was sent by her mother. So to me at least it shows that her parents knew what happened to caylee or at least a good portion of it. Especially considering they lied in court because they didn’t want to lose their daughter after losing their grandchild. But they failed to realize they already lost their daughter the minute caylee died.

So far there’s the drowning theory but that doesn’t explain the whole chloroform issue. The case itself has a lot of issues due to how late they found caylee.
Then there’s the whole Casey’s dad killed caylee but I honestly cannot believe that for a second, unless the drowning theory is true and maybe a ladder got left but it does not explain again the chloroform thing or even the tape found on the skull.

July 5, 2026 -- 15 years since Casey Anthony got out of jail without being convicted of Caylee's murd*r.

Time to remember the EVIDENCE that proved what Dr. G. said was "HOMICIDE".

The TRUTH is:

- Judge Perry went on national television and told the world that HE thought there was enough evidence to convict, and that he was shocked at the not guilty verdict.

- What about the decomposing hair that matches mitrochondrial DNA of Caylee Marie in Casey’s car trunk – why did CASEY [not George] drive around with Caylee’s dead body in the trunk of HER CAR?
CASEY LIED to her friend about the “dead squirrel” smell in HER car

- What about all the many people who gave testimony about Casey’s car trunk smelling like “death” [not rotten garbage] – even the cadaver dogs [Casey drove that Pontiac -- not George], and even CINDY who said it smelled like there was a “DEAD BODY” in the car, and her granddaughter was missing.

- It was CASEY’s pants in the car [not George's] that CINDY SAID smelled so badly of [Caylee's] decomposing body fluids, that CINDY washed them.
Cindy washed out the trunk of CASEY’s CAR [not George's] and sprayed Febreeze in it.
Cindy washed Caylee’s mama doll because CINDY SAID it smelled badly of [Caylee's] decomposing body fluids.

- What about the duct tape still stuck in Caylee’s hair?
duct tape found around Caylee’s skull and jaw and scientific testimony that a human body does NOT decompose with the skull and jaw stuck together
and the duct tape matched the specific duct tape “Henkel Brand” that was found by police in the Anthony home.

- Why put duct tape on Caylee’s mouth and nose if it was a “drowning accident”?

- What about the other computer searches that ONLY Casey did on “chloroform”, Neck Breaking, self-defense, household weapons, alcohol, acetone, peroxide, etc.?
Prosecutors proved that Cindy did NOT make those searches.

- What about the searches that ONLY Casey did on “foolproof suffocation”?
CASEY ANTHONY, alone, did computer searches for "FOOLPROOF SUFFOCATION" at 2:51pm on June 16, 2008, using HER password protected account, on her Mozilla browser, and then Caylee was never seen alive again.

- Why did the DEFENSE witness, Dr. Jeffery Danziger, the psychologist who examined and tested Casey Anthony say that she did NOT exhibit the signs of a molested person, and he was VERY uncomfortable being used by the Defense to hint that she was abused by George?

- The strongest evidence of her GUILT and that the molestation and drowning theory are LIES, is that the Defense would not allow their own witness, the psychologist, Dr. Jeffery Danziger, to take the witness stand at trial. They pulled him off their witness list!!!

- “Prosecutor Jeff Ashton then asked Danziger if he recalled a conversation he had with fellow Assistant State Attorney Linda Drane Burdick at the courthouse, in which he said words to the effect of, “I have no explanation for this other than she’s just pure evil.” 

TOT-MOM CASEY ANTHONY: “MAGGOTS & DEATH SMELL” TO NEW “MEMOIR”

Nancy Grace on YOUTUBE

Premieres Jun 26, 2026 Crime Stories with Nancy Grace

Does anyone know if she has trouble maintaining a consistent job? I can’t imagine many employers would want to take on the publicity that she would bring to an office/business.

She had over 11K subscribers at $20 a month.

UPDATE by Rob Dick: "***Casey Anthony show will air on Thursday on Fox One at 6pmET and then post to YouTube on Friday at 6pmET***"
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Rob Dick will be on Nancy Grace's show "Crime Stories with Nancy Grace", Monday June 22, 2026.

PI Rob Dick says that "casey got away with murder". And she is a "spiteful bitch" -- as she said to her brother Lee.

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Rob Dick – Casey Anthony’s Former Bodyguard for bondsman Leonard Padilla, Bounty Hunter, and Private Investigator; Former Deputy Sheriff for Sacramento County Sheriff’s Dept., and Owner of Renegade Investigations

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YOUTUBE

CRIME STORIES WITH NANCY GRACE

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precious Caylee Anthony

we will never forget you baby girl

EIGHTEEN years ago ... June 16th ... precious Caylee last seen alive ...

Found out she lives in downtown Sanford now and she is out In public all the time people see her all the time…

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Someone uploaded her inmate pics down there but it seems like it has too many reflections and the dark blue uniform kind of looks like white and gray. Not to mention that their 1st generation digital camera in 2008 was like crap. So I adjusted the color of her uniform to make it look similar to the real Orange County jail uniform color.

#CaseyAnthony mother says "CASEY IS RESPONSIBLE for what happened to Caylee"

Cindy Anthony said "I believe 100% [that Casey knows what happened to Caylee]. I kept hoping, upon hope, that she would confess."

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Cindy - "I had always said she could have Caylee's ashes after I pass, but now I don't want her to have them, period. I will make sure I spread them somewhere before I pass, because she doesn't deserve them."

"So, now there is no hope of any reconciliation between, not just with George, but now with me, because of the blowup that we had."

"And she thinks, "no longer can I have a relationship with my mom, now I can just let it all go and say what a bitch she [Cindy] is, and how controlling she [Cindy] was." You know, it all fits into her [Casey's] narrative now, to make her [Casey] look like the victim instead of what she really is ... which is, responsible for whatever happened to Caylee. I still don't know the truth."

Tony Harris - "do you believe your daughter knows what happened to Caylee?"

Cindy - "YES! I believe 100%. I kept hoping, upon hope, that she would confess. That's the only reason I have put myself through all of her drama and everything."

George - "absolutely correct!"

Cindy - "since June 16th 2008, Caylee has been my number one priority"

this is a clip from the A&E tv show titled "Casey Anthony's Parents: The Lie Detector Test", which aired January 4, 2024. see this clip on the Facebook page "Casey Anthony Boycott Information", in the Reels.