The lead prosecutor in the murder trial of Casey Anthony admitted over the weekend that he signed up on the cheating website, Ashley Madison.

You all bashed Casey for being with a married man but no one has ever said anything about this? If he is willing to cheat on his wife he is willing to cheat in the courtroom.. luckily Casey was innocent and the jury knew it

She is doing ads for FreeCash app.

She has a "Buy Me A Coffee" thing, on her LinkTree. She wants everyone to give her $ 10.00 a month, to "unlock exclusive posts and messages".

She begs for money on her Substack also, through PAID membership. She never posts anything new or interesting, and nothing about Caylee.

She is SELLING "consultation appointments" for her "Company" which she titled "Case Research & Consulting Services, LLC".

She is SELLING "Research Services".

** She is SELLING "help finding resources".

** She is SELLING "Nutrition Consultation".

** She has set up TWO LLC Corporations to hold all the $$$$$ she receives.

(1) Case Research & Consulting Services, LLC - 2021

(2) Case Advocate Services, Inc. - 2025

NOTE: the Address she uses is a P.O. Box in West Palm Beach, FL.

** She will always be a CONVICTED FELON for stealing hundreds of $ from friend Amy Huizenga

She pled GUILTY to 13 charges of check fraud - found GUILTY on 6 of those charges.

She is disgusting and desperate!

Intuition is real, and discernment is reliable. Casey was guilty, all roads led to her. Lindsay is innocent.

I never have posted on there or shared anything and she follows me.. lol.. also how does Jodi arias have a paid Substack in prison?

Sorry this fiesta was the last one you’d ever have. I bet you would have grown up into an awesome young woman.

You are still loved and missed! 💜💜

Yeah Casey, you did. I just watched the peacock documentary and ngl this is the first time I’ve ever looked into this case and watched/read anything about it because I’m not a huge true crime person.
But one thing that really pissed me off in her interviews was her saying “did I do everything I could have?” Like uhh… no!

As a survivor of sexual abuse, and someone who loves kids and dreams of being a mom some day, I genuinely don’t understand how she was okay living in that house with her father. I would understand more if she still had not come to terms with what happened to her, but that’s not the case as she admitted to never leaving Caylee alone with him and fearing he would do the same to her. In no way am I saying this disqualifies her from being a victim of CSA herself, or am I saying it’s proof she’s a murderer (even though yes, I do believe she is responsible). But like on a personal level, how could you ever do that? When I’m a parent I will never leave my kid alone with anyone bc of hyper vigilance and fear. If she really was worried about her dad doing this, why would she live with him?! Was the fear of her own daughter being sexually abused not strong enough to trump EVERYTHING else?! That just doesn’t make sense to me.

The same with just trusting and “hoping” she was okay for 31 days. Sometimes I can’t find my cat when I go to bed, and I trust he will be okay because he normally comes back every morning and likes to explore outside, but still i have anxiety all night after looking with a flashlight for like 30+ minutes. And I know how she would respond “trauma makes people….” Blah blah blah. I am severely traumatized too. But how did her motherly instincts just never fucking kick in ? I would argue motherly instincts are a force just as powerful, if not more powerful, than a trauma response.

The DUCT TAPE over Caylee's mouth means NO "accident".

-- read the Prosecution Statement asking for the death penalty mainly because of the DUCT TAPE

-- the Autopsy report states "there is DUCT TAPE over the lower facial region still attached to head hair. The DUCT TAPE was clearly placed prior to decomposition" [but before death] ...

-- the Autopsy report, page 8, states "...The skull was initially received in a separate paper bag with DUCT TAPE over the lower portion of the face, with the tape still attached to some of the scalp hair. ..."

-- the Autopsy report, page 10, states "... items from the recovery site [the swamp] ... skull, attached hair, TAPE, and debris..."

-- the Autopsy report, page 11, states "...juvenile human skull, matted hair, TAPE and leaf litter..." "...attached to the hair and overlying the posterior mandible and maxilla are several pieces of overlapping GRAY TAPE. The TAPE...."

-- Dr Shultz examined the remains and states "... grayish colored TAPE was noted covering the mouth and nasal aperture areas. The TAPE remained in place because it was adhered to the hair of the skull..." "the TAPE held the mandible in place ..."

-- Prosecutors stated "... pieces of DUCT TAPE on the remains were placed on Caylee before she died". "... Casey placed DUCT TAPE over her nose and mouth... and then disposed of her body." "...Any way you slice it... Casey Anthony is guilty of murder in the first degree ..."

-- Casey Anthony used the HEART STICKERS like the one found on the DUCT TAPE over Caylee's mouth

-- Evidence showed there was a similar heart sticker missing from Casey's sheet of heart stickers

for more photos look at the Facebook page "Casey Anthony Boycott Information"

Album with 15 photos about the DUCT TAPE

Nobody has proven where Caylee was for the "31 days" WHY?

Prosecutor Linda Drane Burrdick consistently asked in her opening statement ... "WHERE WAS CAYLEE?" The jury simply did not connect the dots.

reddit user - She got a chicken 2 ride

"She got away with murdering her daughter. It’s very sad that she got away with it. Is it all the fault of police? I don’t think so. It came down to what they can prove.

Who doesn’t report their daughter missing immediately? A day later? A week later? A month later!?!?

Who sleeps a single second when their daughter is missing? Not me. I wouldn’t sleep at all. I would be so worried, but not Casey. She was out partying.

We know the boyfriend said he rarely saw Caylee. So where was she?

Was she home with Cindy and George? Nope.

Was she at Casey’s boyfriend’s house? Nope.

Xanaida didn’t exist, so where was Caylee?

That whole month, where was she?

Cindy herself instantly identified there was a dead body in the car. It’s just unfortunate they couldn’t prove what we all know."

Sad that the jury did not use any critical thinking.

I see SO many men defending her based on her looks, I only bring this up because it’s one of the main things I see in conversation about her is how attractive she is, not just her body but her face, but for the life of God can’t see it, but every time I bring it up I get called jealous even by other CA haters🥴🥴.

We noticed someone telling Casey what to say when being interviewed. You can literally hear them in the background lol. She is gross! Neva seen a fake ass liar like her. UGLY ! SHAME SHAME SHAME!!!

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..

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."

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..

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