O.J.

It's true that O.J. Simpson's trial is one of the defining moments in cultural history in the last 25 years or so. Just like everyone in my parents generation remembers where they were when JFK was shot, everyone in or around my generation remembers where they were when they heard the verdict.

I remember, when news of the murders first broke, vehemently defending O.J. - he was the Juice, one of my childhood heroes. Then he took off in the Bronco with Al Cowlings, and that was pretty much the end of my delusion. Frontline did a great piece on this recently, and the impact on race relations, etc.

I mention this because apparently O.J. Simpson is coming out with a book tentatively titled: "O.J. Simpson: If I Did It, Here’s How It Happened". This is so insanely insulting that I blinked a few times to see if that article was published in the Onion. But no, it's the New York Times.

So, in short, fuck Orenthal James Simpson. He not only got away with spousal abuse and murder, but now he's planning on profiting from it.

(And, in oddly cheery news, the book is being published by Regan Books, headed by Judith Regan. If that name sounds familiar, it might be because she made other headlines as someone who got caught having an affair with Bernie Kerik, the NYC Police Commissioner that President Bush unsuccessfully nominated for the head of Homeland Security. He's in tight with Rudy Giuliani, who just announced that he's going to run for President in 2008.)