Seems as our estimable Mr. Simpson was conducting a sting operation to the purpose of recovering some of his personal property. The Las Vegas police took a different view. What the fuck is their problem? Granted, he has his hands full with the real killers and all, but that doesn’t mean he can’t fight other crimes when he comes across them. What’s the point of being a crusader for truth and justice when the Man keeps throwing spike sticks in your path? “They” already won’t let him be a best swelling author. Now this?
I wouldn’t blame him if he just gave the fuck up, and let us all stew in our own juices. Serves us right.
I know. I feel bad for OJ. First his wife gets murdered and then he can’t follow through on his promise to find her killer because those damn golf resorts keep forcing him to vacation there. I’m sure he needs all that rest to maintain his health. Then he’s prevented from profiting on his completely hypothetical, incredibly detailed (what an imagination! he ought to be an actor!) description of how he “would have” done it, even though HE DIDN’T (I’m sure it’s a ploy to somehow draw out the real killers: one of them will announce he got it all wrong), and now this.
Poor OJ can’t catch a break. All these years of suffering he’s been through. It’s a crime. Sigh
That IS funny, but I don’t think anybody ever suspected Bruce Wayne of having killed his parents. Then again, wasn’t that whole thing a little too convenient?
That’s what I’m saying. Oh, sure, he gets the benefit of the doubt because he was 8 or whatever. But we’re supposed to believe his version of the story just because he’s young?
I need to stop this now: I’ve already got one unfinished book in the hopper, the last thing I need to do is start re-writing Batman’s history in Lizzie Borden terms.
Only one unfinished book in your hopper? Slacker!!!
Just change a few details and no one will know what you’re doing. Instead of Bruce Wayne, your character will be Billy Westminster. His faithful manservant, of course, would be Albert…
No one will ever guess where you’ve gotten your inspiration, I tell you!
Time to reassemble the Dream Team… Robert Shapiro, F. Lee Bailey, the late Johnny Cochran, and of course Barry Scheck to refute the inevitable DNA evididence planted at the crime scene by Mark Fuhrman.
