The Story of Anna Nicole

SOMEWHERE around the time Broward County circuit judge Larry Seidlin began weeping, inexplicably, as he read his decision in the Anna Nicole Smith case, I thought to myself, “What are we fighting so hard for? Let the terrorists win. They have a point.”

Of course, I wondered why the judge was crying at all. It seemed like a pretty routine court procedure-rich lady dies; confusion abounds; judge steps in to clear it up-but for some reason, Judge Seidlin took it all very personally. On the other hand, after weeks of idiotic wall-to-wall coverage of the death of a minor celebrity, we were all feeling a little bit punchy. I confess to a giddy, lightheaded feeling when I heard that she had named her infant daughter something called “Dannielynn.”

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Rob Long

Rob Long is a writer and producer and a co-founder of Ricochet.

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SOMEWHERE around the time Broward County circuit judge Larry Seidlin began weeping, inexplicably, as he read his decision in the Anna Nicole Smith case, I thought to myself, “What are we fighting so hard for? Let the terrorists win. They have a point.”

Of course, I wondered why the judge was crying at all. It seemed like a pretty routine court procedure-rich lady dies; confusion abounds; judge steps in to clear it up-but for some reason, Judge Seidlin took it all very personally. On the other hand, after weeks of idiotic wall-to-wall coverage of the death of a minor celebrity, we were all feeling a little bit punchy. I confess to a giddy, lightheaded feeling when I heard that she had named her infant daughter something called “Dannielynn.”