by Rob Roman
Ladies and Gentlemen, this is truly the trial of the century.
She’s a young pacifist with a long term, stable, and loving relationship. Gentle as a lamb, she butchers a successful businessman. Next, she kindles a new love interest, watches a scary movie, then goes out to Chilli’s for a business meeting. She sees the police at the door and just gets in the car.
She hunts for paper, does some yoga, sings some songs, and preens her hair during a 4 hour interrogation. She smiles for her mug shot and thinks getting booked is an interesting learning experience. The camera is with her every step of the way.
She sends flowers to the victim’s grandmother and goes to his memorial service. She calls the homicide Detective happily offering her assistance. She is wild and messy and spontaneous. She’s ditsy, appearing shallow.
She is shy in crowds but incredibly social and intense one to one. She is trying to grow spiritually. She is strong but slight of build. She’s got Barbie blonde hair and breast implants. She is smart and articulate. She comes from humble origins.
The victim is a Mormon church elder.
The requirements are more than strict and the church rules his life. He’s successful, traveling the country, tremendously social and popular. He also comes from humble origins. He is trying to self-actualize and develop in his business and religious communities.
He’s a clothes horse and anal-retentive neat-nick. He’s kind and considerate while running multiple girl-friends.
Power, success and ego corrupt him as he scales the social and financial ladders. He’s got biceps like cannonballs and legs like a sumo wrestler.
They find each other and “open the gap”. It’s a snowy combustible mix inside the bell jar. Breaking the rules, if it’s wrong, they don’t want to be right. He allegedly leads her into an anal sex only relationship.
She claims he has propensities of pedophilia. She has Spiderman powers and pink thongs. He has magic underwear. She writes in her journal about his “three soft kisses” while he talks about “tying her to a tree and sticking it up her ass all the way”.
Is he physically and emotionally abusive? Or is she corrupting, conniving and smothering? He’s pulling her up while she’s pushing him down? She takes artistic photos of him worthy of a Calvin Klein Ad. He takes crude photos of her Backside not worthy of Hustler Magazine. She calls him “my inspiration” while he calls her a “3 holed wonder”.
She’s looking for love and a family. He’s looking for a thousand ways to screw before you die. He won’t get that from good Mormon ladies. Her hope is to be a good Mormon lady, but she loves him so she cannot be one and cannot have him. 20 super-sized bottles of KY later (and you can believe that’s what was on the kitchen table that started the hiking fight), there’s blood in the water and a horrendous killing caught on camera.
Was she really trying to protect their external reputations, appearances and their secret internal life, or is she just a pathological liar with no feelings for anyone but herself? Are the victim’s family and Flores losing their minds……?
Is she just another maniac like Ted Bundy with absolutely no conscience or was she cornered like a kitten by the T-Dogg, washed in adrenaline and turned into a cyclone of anxiety-amnesiac Neanderthal self-survival?
No matter if she tried to kill him or he tried to kill her, now she is being pursued by a macho Latino genius who really does want to kill her. Every day, he is masterfully ushering her farther and farther down a surreal vortex. Each day her team pushes back as she’s pushed further and further down the long, dark corridor to the execution chamber.
In her court, she has seemingly morphed into a bright, and articulate princess. Her emotional maturity has ripened and the GED lady seems more intelligent than many college graduates. The prosecutor thinks linearly and only in black and white. She thinks in 5 dimensions and 64 colors.
It’s an F’ing bullfight. Some days, you don’t know which is the bull and which is the matador. Deadly serious, he’s sprinkling one-liners from My Cousin Vinnie into his relentless death house cadence. She’s saying “Oh crap!…. I think I killed somebody”.
The prior capital case defendant, he broke that young lady on the stand, quickly sending her grieving to death row. Everyone knows she’s Wendi. She poisoned her terminally ill husband then beat him with a barstool and stabbed him to death for money.
The new defendant is mirroring the case prior. Did you see it? Jodi used Wendi’s words “It’s because of my wrong choices”, and mimicked her actions on the witness stand. Juan is having déjà vous. This new trial is sickening and naturally raw contemporaneously.
Prior, Wendi was also a young woman, a bottle colored blonde with two young children. The resemblance is shockingly similar to Jodi on the stand. Juan showed zero mercy, and rightly so. Wendi was the easier kill. This is a man who has always done his homework on-time.
Now, it’s Juan and Jodi. They are harmonious opposites. It’s an opera like dance of death. It’s the soft-spoken, cavitating kitten against the raging pit-bull. He is killing the defense case exactly as Travis was killed. It has 19 knife wounds already.
There’s blood on the courtroom floor. Is it dead already? Only the jury knows. Will there be a coup de grace? When will it be? Deep inside Juan’s case is a built-in old fashioned patriarchal spanking and a Mormon sermon to boot.
Do you know what happens when you lie??
Basically, you are condemned to hell!!!
Numerous and sundry Vinnie Pelicans and Nancy Drewberries cheer and scream for the kill. Biased media cheerleaders can’t ever grasp the real story here. It’s a rare ancient recipe of fine art and pop culture. Maybe the bigger story here just will not sell.
And to top it off the whole trial may depend on the existence of a soft rope
or a match of shell casings
or the number of steps to delete an image
or a blue plastic gas can from Walmart.
Do you think it’s easy for Juan? Your Dad was too strict.
You missed a rare example of his true compassion.
No compassion for Travis? You are diseased.
Nothing but hate for Jodi? You haven’t evolved nearly enough.
There’s much more to this picture than meets the eye.
This here is one super sized global morality play.
Is it about Travis and Jodi?
Or is it really about you and me?
Bud, you cannot make this stuff up.
Don’t cha know?
There’s a startling secret nobody knows about …
…hidden deep within the final enigmatic photo.
Wednesday, June 4th, 2008
5:30 PM Mesa, Arizona
Great potential suddenly swirled down the drain,
Leaking out onto two bathroom Matts.
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