OJ’s Crazy. I Get It

He seems like a doll, though

Oh for fuck’s sake. Who the hell is Christine Prody and why do I give two shits what she has to say? Is she really going to shed any light on the philosophical query: “Does OJ Simpson have anger issues?”

A dump-all book by O.J.’s last lady friend is making the rounds. Christine Prody, the nubile blond waitress who took up where his murdered blond wife, Nicole, left off, is now looking to rat on 13 years of cocaine, pregnancy, abuse, jealousy, possessiveness, manipulation, rage.

Zzzzzz. (Note: The NY Post is ridiculous). Writing a book talking about OJ’s mood swings is like writing a book titled: “Pol Pot: Not The Mr. Nice Guy You Thought He Was”. Hey Christine, choosing to date a sociopath who recently severed the heads off of two people (one happening to be the mother of his children) is your own problem. Keep us out of it, please.

Feeling bad for Christine Prody is like feeling bad for people who climb into lion enclosures at zoos and then get mauled and wonder how on earth that could have happened.

(Note 2: How OJ got off on the Shaggy defense, “It wasn’t me”, still blows my mind.)