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like Denise did it so that he can make it look like the State of Florida is part of the Al Qaueda operative chain, and then the government will attack us using weapons of mass -

    Charlotte:
    Oh my God, JANET , GET THIS IDIOT OFF OF -

    Roberto in Beardstown, Illinois:
    Charlotte … Charlotte? I’m still here. I didn’t get to ask my question yet -

    Charlotte:
    Somebody , please do something.

    Roberto in Beardstown, Illinois:
    Charlotte , it’s okay, it’s okay, I just want to ask you to mar -

    Charlotte:
    Thank heavens that’s over.

    And so, America, tonight ends the trial of Denise Fibber McMom Brown, innocent, innocent, innocent and Baby Deeley remains dead, and some will say restless, for how else can we explain her tree being hit by lightning?
    A nation mourns , a legal group swills champagne and a young woman prepares for what I fear will be an uncertain future. Here at ‘Eye on America’ we will keep watching and reporting to you as it happens, but for now I will say only goodnight, America, and as always, let’s please take a moment to thank our servicemen and women, and send out our prayers to them, their families and friends from a grateful nation which stands alongside of them.

Penelope Bledsoe
    (Death Appeal Attorney)

    Today is a great day for American Justice , and for God, and for everyone in the wide world who has suffered for this poor innocent young woman so cruelly made a scapegoat for nothing more than being born into a monstrous family.
    This brave , wonderful girl, who instead of curling up and dying, as many weaker humans would have done, has instead held up her head, and with her hand in mine, waited patiently for her moment in court, a moment which has now come with a sweeping pronouncement of innocence. I am a woman of truth, and every day I live with the choices I have made in my pursuit of truth.
    Once , fifteen years ago, a jury decided to see no truth, hear no truth and, most importantly, speak no truth. They had the chance to say not guilty in the murder trial of my Charlie. But today a group of twelve chose to do the opposite, and it is a beautiful, beautiful moment.
    After the third not guilty verdict was pronounced, Denise fell into my arms and began weeping like a baby, like the innocent little girl that she is. Of course , I know that her life will always be shadowed by the terrible grief she carries for her lost child, Denise Junior, as I think of her, given her resemblance to my own lovely young Denise. And I knew some … no, a great part of her … tears were for the fact that, though she will walk free, she will do so without ever being able to hold the hand of her daughter again.
    My own older , stronger hand will have to suffice, and I do not mean just for today and for tomorrow when I will lead her out of the hellish prison where she has been kept in a cage like a rabid animal. My hands, like my heart, will remain open to her, and maybe most importantly, so will my home.
    Charlie , who has kept abreast of this case from the small TV he is allowed in his cell, said to me just last evening, when he called me for his seven p.m. chat, that he felt the defense was going to win, win for Denise and win for justice, and like so many times before, Charlie has been proven right.
    Then he said this other remarkable thing. “You have to take her home now , Penny. She can’t go back to those terrible people. You have to give her a home and help her to make a happy life, Penny. She’s our daughter now, honey.”
    Wasn’t that a beautif ul thing to say? He is so right: she is our daughter now. She is our spiritual daughter, our cosmic daughter, the daughter we would have made if not for the laws and bars which keep us apart. Despite our obstacles, God smiles on us, and he has given us this second chance through our beautiful Denise and I am not a woman to ignore second chances, as my marriage has shown.
    I should think even the stupidest person will understand that a not guilty verdict for Denise is an indictment from the jury who freed her, or better I should say is a judgment upon her father, Keith Bro wn. It’s all right there to see. They believed every word of Salvatore’s defense. They believed young Denise … excuse me, young Deeley … drowned in the swimming pool and that Denise’s monstrous father, Keith, forced her to stay silent, and for reasons known only to himself, he ordered her not to call 911, as she wished.
    They obviously understood it was Keith