OJ is innocent. I mean innocent of the murder of Nicole and Ron of course, not that debacle they called an arrest in Vegas. If even one shred of evidence against him had not been tainted in some way I may have looked at the case differently. First in a long list of foibles there was the blanket that they took from inside Nicole’s house to cover the bodies. Duh, even I would have known that there may be OJ’s DNA on it which then transferred to the bodies. And we all know that had the night not ended the way it did, Ron’s DNA would have been on that same blanket. If the crime scene had been secured there would have been no need to give those nearly decapitated corpses the decency of covering them up….dopey cops doing dopey things. Then there’s Dennis Fung the oriental forensic guy admitting to taking samples without gloves on and storing the evidence in unprotected tubes transferring one from column A to one from column B in the interim....dopey scientists practicing dopey science. Then there is the homicide detective Mark Fuhrer, I mean Fuhrman who, under oath, lies about being prejudice against black men and admits that although he lied about that, he isn’t lying about this, he was lying about something but not about nothing, he lied about some facts but not about all facts but most importantly he did not lie about planting the bloody glove. I think Mr. Fuhrman was just pissed off that other than his wife, OJ’s woman were all white. Isn’t that what happens to all extremely successful black men? Go ahead, think Tiger Woods, Seal, Taye Diggs, Kanye….but that’s for another day....dopey dick doing dopey dick shit. Senior homicide detective Vannatter kept recently collected blood samples in his pocket, even carrying them as he went to OJ’s house. Drip..drip..drip! Can you say cross contamination?....dopey senior dick doing dopey senior dick shit. And that was just the evidence portion. How about those expert witnesses paraded throughout the trial. Kato Kaelin the wannabe actor, wannabe radio show host, shouldabe thrown out on his ass the minute he mentioned the ‘thump, thump, thump’ he heard near the air conditioner. His best friend is murdered, he is living with the man that is accused of the crime….but does he move out? Nope, he went and got his hair cut and highlighted for his 15 minutes of fame....dopey freeloader saying dopey freeloader things. Alan Park, limo driver recalls that night minute by minute. His recollection of the events amazingly accurate. How many times he rang the bell, the time to the exact second it took OJ to answer, what OJ was wearing, how many bags he loaded into the car, the color and designer label….but a big white Bronco that he had to drive passed to get onto the property, and he cant remember seeing it. He’s not sure. Doesn’t think so. Pretty sure. Maybe....dopey driver remembering dopey things. Then there is the judge, Lance Ito. He was married to an LAPD super cop…so much for holding the LAPD to task when you are sleeping with the enemy. He was Hawaiian and had he shaved he was a dead ringer for Don Ho....dopey judge judging dopey charges. I could go on but I’m sure I have infuriated enough people. FREE OJ!
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