Last week Casey Anthony was found innocent of murdering her 2-year-old daughter despite overwhelming evidence that she probably did it. Now everyone who followed the case can only shake their heads, speculating loudly on why the legal system failed while privately acknowledging that maybe there are some jobs at which blind people just aren't any good.

"I can still hear, you jerk."

But one of the biggest travesties that will come out of the Casey Anthony fiasco will not be an original movie on Oxygen or the book she inevitably writes to maintain some semblance of relevance after the country moves on. No, it will be the illustrious career of Gale St. John, the psychic detective who assigned herself the case and accidentally succeeded at helping a little, despite herself. You probably haven't heard of her yet, so let me prepare you.

When a child initially disappears there is pandemonium. The news presents a grief-stricken family in front of a house over-run by police while neighbors look on. But after the camera crews leave and the dust settles, there is a moment of quiet.

That's when the psychics arrive.

"I sensed you were vulnerable needed me."

They call the families of victims or just show up on doorsteps, wandering into the investigation with their palms out and their eyes closed, pointing at coffee tables and picture frames while accusing those objects of giving off signals. What those signals signify, however, they can't always say. "What we do isn't a science" they will tell you, "it isn't rational." It isn't anything.