I read it in the papers, I see it on my TV....
The UK breaking up?
The EU in a state of flux?
Donald Trump is still a thing?
According to Toobin, it was during a closed-door meeting among Clark, Hodgman, and D.A. after the opening statements, in which the discovery failures were revealed and where Hodgman started to feel chest pains. Paramedics were called and he was treated for a temporary stress condition, which did result in his stepping down from the case.From a writer's perspective, I can see why they took some license with that, even if it was a bit over the top.
"Kathie Lee Gifford is a hypocritical, Bible-beating, insincere media whore. She invited me on her show specifically to insult me. I flew on a red-eye from Utah, where I was doing a charity event Christmas week, to appear on her show and she said I was propagating rampant immorality in America. And then the very next week she was kissing Hugh Grant’s ass. So who’s immoral there?” ---Mark DeCarlo
2 p.m. - House guest Brian "Kato" Kaelin sees O.J. in the kitchen of Simpson's Rockingham estate. O.J. makes a series of calls to women, beginning with girlfriend Paula Barbieri. They fight over her request to attend Sydney's recital. Paula winds up flying to Las Vegas to spend time with singer Michael Bolton. During a call to Traci Adell, O.J. says he's unhappy. He also calls actress Jasmine Guy.
|Oh, the humanity!|
|"Hey OJ, pull my finger!"|
|Thanks but no thanks, hon.|
|Ugh. You can just smell the giant cloud of Drakkar Noir wafting up from that crew.|
|Fuck off Billy Bird, whoever you are.|
And then there's this, which--okay--this made me laugh:
Sure, I'm laughing about the key players involved in a terribly gruesome murder trial, but still, there's something kind of naive and almost (well, not quite) innocent about that point in time. It was pre-9/11, pre-Dubya, pre-all the awfulness that happened over the last two decades. There were no smartphones, no Facebook, none of the other obvious things that make the 1990's so glaringly different from the world of today.
I guess it's just...I don't know...we were just all so young back then, weren't we?
|Picture this abomination of nature forcing you to engage in "unwanted physical contact" involving your |
"breasts, buttocks, and genitalia." Makes you want to scream and run under a shower, right?
I've been hyperventilating about this along with the rest of the world, signing online petitions to have his lily-white Romney-supporting ass extradited to Zimbabwe and joining Facebook groups to talk about what a psychopath he is and how anyone who hunts is a cousin-banging, cross-eyed redneck scumbag, and I have nearly hit outrage-fatigue. So I thought it would be cleansing and cathartic to write a brief post pointing out what a putrid, festering hunk of undead flesh this asshole is, insult his penis size, and call him a murderer.
And guess what? I do feel kind of better now.
Oh yeah, there's also this: