Those Lovable Peterson Boys

What is it with guys named Peterson, and why is the mainstream media so enthralled by them?

We all know the tale of Laci Peterson, the eight-month pregnant beauty gone missing Christmas Eve 2002. After months of finger-pointing and denials of wrongdoing by her husband, Scott, plus unwavering parental support of his innocence (even to the point of covering for the schmo), her body along with that of their unborn child washed up in the very same bay where he had “gone fishing” on that fateful day.

How coincidental.

From the first report, I smelled a disgustingly fetid aroma.

My initial thought was, “Who goes fishing on Christmas Eve, especially with a wife at home ready to drop a baby any moment? And, if a guy has to go fishing on the biggest holiday on Earth, why would he go alone?”

A fishing excursion with buddies would seem more logical, leaving the women at home to prepare for Christmas.

Only a self-involved, ego-challenged creep would not want to spend Christmas Eve with his pregnant wife.

One of the more telling reports of Peterson