After a long, illustrious career that included successfully dodging charges of cable TV theft, road rage, and hacking his ex-wife and a visitor to death with a piece of cutlery, O.J. Simpson no doubt had grown to believe that he was above the law. No doubt that’s why he thought he could get away with forming an impromptu vigilante, um, posse to mete out a little western justice on the dirtbag who wronged him.
Unfortunately for the ex-running back, this was a bridge too far, the straw that broke the camel’s back, one toke over the line… pick your metaphor. Over the weekend, Las Vegas jury threw the book, their chairs, the judge’s gavel, and whatever else was in reach at Simpson.
Now there are whispers that, in spite of extraordinary efforts to insure a fair trial for The Juice (500 potential jurors were screened prior to the trial), that there was perhaps a little payback involved in this trial. Maybe so. But if true I can’t really feel bad about it in light of O.J.’s virtual (not to mention crass, tasteless and utterly cruel) “confession.”
At least in Nevada they were able to find 12 smarter people than there were in Brentwood, California – the ones who turned their back on forensic and scientific evidence to base their verdict on an advertising slogan.
In any event, it gives me great pleasure to present you with this: The October 2008 model of the O.J. Simpson mugshot.
This time it’s for real.
Postscript (10/7/08): If any of you folks out there have business with Mr. Simpson in the future, don’t forget your tape recorder.