It seems like only yesterday when I sat glued in front of my t.v. set, waiting with baited breath to see what would happen today. The “Trial of the Century” they called it and man were we hooked or what? I admit that I became a total junkie. There wasn’t anything I would rather talk about, nothing I’d rather think about – I had to solve the mystery.
As did many of us, apparently. What was really a three ring circus, starringa dyfunctional judge, a prosecutor who couldn’t look attractive regardless of her hair style or makeover, a cast of the weirdest witnesses ever to sit in a witness box and some of the most expansive gasbags in Beverly Hills (also known as lawyers).
I admit too that at first I didn’t want OJ to be guilty. I was particularly a fan of his, nor did I watch any of his movies – but, he was an icon not just of football but of the American Dream. I really didn’t want to blow up that image in my head and replace it with the reality that he was simply a narcissistic psycho who got away with murder.
After millions of dollars, mountains of evidence, hundreds of witnesses and volumes of testimony, the most inept prosecution team in the history of California and perhaps the country, managed to lose a case that should have been a slam dunk. And you may not know this but I kid you not, they all got a BONUS after they lost the biggest murder case in decades. Yep, I paid for that too.
Okay, so it’s over and thank Gawd, because by the time it was over I never, ever, ever, ever, wanted to hear about it, him, them or anything having anything to do with it. Never again. Much as I felt for the Browns and the Goldmans I was fresh out of sympathy and interest in the saga. Stick a fork in me because I was done with a capital D.
Since then, there have been the odd news item about the murdering s.o.b. which may have been amusing but certainly not interesting. And for the most part, OJ ceased to exist in my world. Can I get an, Amen?
But, apparently the universe doesn’t feel we’ve had enough OJ and apparently OJ doesn’t think we’ve had enough of him either, since the idiot went out and kidnaped, and held people at gunpoint over his old OJ shit.
You can’t swing a dead cat without hitting some story, news report, article or conversation about it. You know what I say? Big f’ing deal. The jerk committed yet another crime. Are we surprised? Are we honestly shocked in any way? Are we amazed by the new depths the man has managed to sink? I think not. Yet, our information suppliers (aka the media) are all atwitter over OJ’s latest bullshit and they can’t get enough of it, so we can’t get enough of it.
But I have a suggestion for the media. If you really want to drive the guy crazy, drive him up the frickin’ wall – why not just ignore the whole damn thing? Nothing bothers a narcissist more than being ignored. Nothing enrages them more. Nothing freaks them out better than that. You media guys want to see OJ’s head explode, ignore him. Treat him like the scurvy little spider that he is. Treat him as though he matters not and I promise you will get the story of the century. I can see the headlines now, “OJ Spontaneously Combusts on Larry King Live! Ignoring OJ May be Responsible for his Giant-Ass Brain Tumor Which Doctors Have Confirmed is Inoperable. OJ Takes Off for the Moon Without a Rocket Ship!”
Yeah, I like the sound of that. I like the idea of him sitting in a jail cell and being ignored and treated like he is no better than the dust bunnies under my bed. I really like it.
Hey OJ! Just go away!