O.J. has found the killer at last!

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Gee, hiding in the mirror all this time.

Already a pariah and pop-culture punch line, O.J. Simpson plans a book and TV interview to discuss how, hypothetically, he could have killed his ex-wife and her friend

… Denise Brown, sister of Simpson’s slain ex-wife, Nicole Brown Simpson, lashed out at publisher Judith Regan of ReganBooks for “promoting the wrongdoing of criminals” and commercializing abuse…

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… Regan refused to say what Simpson is being paid for the book but said he came to her with the idea.

“This is an historic case, and I consider this his confession,” Regan told The Associated Press…

I’ve made note of the date of the interview and of the book’s release, but only so I can schedule a root-canal for that evening and so that I can have a reference point in my memoirs for the time when our culture finally fell into the abyss.

3 thoughts on “O.J. has found the killer at last!”

  1. I will never forget the day that verdict came down. There are only a few other events that I recall exactly what I was doing and where I was when I heard the news. One was 9/11, another was Waco, another was when Neil Armstrong stepped on the moon. With OJ, I was working at Honeywell in Golden Valley. I went into the break room and there was a large group of individuals sitting there, most of them African-American. When the verdict was read, it sounded like what I imagine it would be like if the Vikings ever won a super bowl. They all cheered like mad. I just shook my head and walked out the door.

  2. One would figure that someone would have seen the bitter irony of this–or maybe they’re tight for money and simply don’t care? I still remember hearing about all of blood, the shoes, the gloves–and the insane decision that the alleged racism of a detective made all of that evidence–including photos–irrelevant.

    Sad.

  3. I was young, but I too remember where I was when that verdict went down. I was home, for some reason. Either my parents had already started homeschooling me or I was home sick from school. Nonetheless, I remember watching in horror, as a preteen and crying for the families of the victims. That day I grew up just a little bit more and realized that this world isn’t always just.

    (Great posts, Mr. Writer. I’ve been missing out not being a part of the blogosphere in the last few months.)

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