Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Justice for The Juice


 
O.J.,
What the hell were you thinking? You got away with murder 13 years ago and you just couldn't stay down, could you? It's not like you got away with petty theft or assault, we're talking MURDER. You had to know that even the slightest display of civil disobediance on your part and karma would kick you in your murdering ass. So what did you do? You went out and participated in kidnapping, armed robbery, and 10 other related charges. Then after the all-white jury convicted your condemned-to-hell ass, your lawyers came out with the following statements: "This jury was clearly on an agenda to make up for Simpson's (1995) acquittal, this was just payback", and "This conviction feels like revenge justice." Gee, you think? Where'd you get a crazy idea like that? (Johnny Cochran must be turning over in his grave) Juice - you must be even dumber than you look. For the past 13 years you've done nothing but play golf, smoke expensive cigars, and spend time with your kids. Now, because of your careless stupidity, you spend your days in a 7-by-14 foot cell staring at the walls. Just think how bad it's going to be when you get transferred to the federal penitentiary with the other lifers (hey boy - yer mouth's kinda perty). You came out with a very interesting statement after you were convicted on all counts: "I'm just sad I won't be able to see my kids graduate after I struggled to put them through college." How do you think Ronald Goldman and Nicole Brown's parents feel, asshat? The universe has a way of doling out cosmic justice and it's about time you finally got yours. I hope you're completely miserable for the duration of your vacuous existence and I hope you're consumed by thoughts of the ultimate justice that awaits you in the afterlife. You're probably feeling sorry for yourself and the situation you now find yourself in. Well, you shouldn't. No punishment is bad enough to make up for what you did to the Goldmans and the Browns. The only shame in this whole thing is that your sidekick in these questionable crimes, Clarence "C.J." Stewart, now awaits the same fate as you. Talk about standing too close to a grenade and getting hit in the face with shrapnel when it explodes. Oh well, I guess he made his bed when he decided to associate with a low life like you. That's all I've got you miserable piece of shit - and I hope the bars of soap are extra slippery in the pen.

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