I’m hoping this is the last cartoon about Casey Anthony that I draw for a while. The problem is that, besides being a quasi-local story here in South Florida, the case shocks, amazes and disgusts at so many levels, and appeals to prurient interests at so many others, that it amounts to one-stop shopping for every public emotional need.
The latest development is the growing disgust and revulsion at the amount of money Casey stands to make from her notoriety. Those no-account news organizations, book publishers, porn flick producers, TV moviemakers, and the rest of the bottom feeders are all beating a path to her cell. Of course, none of us would ever buy her book, see her movie, or listen to her interviews, never in a million years.
“Well, hardly ever!”
Those words, from the operetta H.M.S. Pinafore, are by the lyricist W.S. Gilbert of Gilbert and Sullivan fame, and he knew something about human foibles. It’s germane in this instance that these two gentlemen wrote another number, Let The Punishment Fit The Crime, from The Mikado. In it, Gilbert promotes ingenious penalties perfectly suited to all manner of social transgressions, like sentencing pool sharks to spend their lives playing with twisted cues and elliptical billiard balls.
While Casey only has to spend another week or so in jail, it would be most delicious if, upon her release, America’s favorite narcissist would have to tramp from door to door, soliciting customers for her story, only to be turned down everywhere by companies afraid of being tarred by any association with her.
Finally, she would be reduced to selling reverse mortgages or labor saving kitchen devices on late-night TV.
To continue the musical analogy, this time with Lerner and Loewe: “Wouldn’t it be loverly?”