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The Obama era officially ended yesterday
Hey O. J., where you goin' with that knife of yours? Hey O. J. , I said where you goin' with that knife in your hand, oh I'm goin' down to cut my old lady You know I caught her messin' 'round with Ron Goldman I'm goin' down to cut my old lady You know I caught her messin' 'round with Ron Goldman And that ain't too cool Huh, hey O. J., I heard you cut your mamma down You cut her down now Hey O. J., I heard you cut your lady down You cut her down in the ground, yeah Yeah Yes, I did, I cut her You know I caught her messin' round, messin' round town Yes I did, I cut her You know I caught my old lady messin' 'round town And I gave her the knife And I cut her Alright Cut her one more time again, baby Yeah Oh, dig it Oh, alright Hey O. J. Where you gonna run to now, where you gonna go? Hey O. J., I said Where you gonna run to now, where you gonna go? I'm goin' way down south Way down to Mexico way Alright I'm goin' way down South Way down where I can be free Ain't no one gonna find me Ain't no hang-man gonna He ain't gonna put a rope around me You better believe it right now I gotta go now Hey, O. J. You better run on down Goodbye everybody
The Juice never made it to Mexico but boy could he run. 2,000 yard in 14 games for the 1970's Bills gets you a lot of respect (from me at least) and hey, if you loose it one night while going over to your old lady's crash pad to scare the shit out of that young car park who's been banging her and driving that red Ferrari YOU bought her around like he owns the damn thing and instead of whimpering away he's dumb enough to get all in your face about it so you give the punk what he deserves and Nicole comes to the door and gives you that look - that same fucking look she always gives you - that "are you insane' look, like she would even know, and you just snap, stabbing her in the neck and face once, twice, seven times... oh shit, what did I just do? I better get out of here. Watch all the documentary films on the subject you want but that's how it went down. Everyone was guilty.
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You don't like it - think I'm being cruel and cold hearted? I was hanging out in my apartment on CPW - 17th floor with a beautiful terrace looking north on the day the verdict came down and I heard the screams of joy and cheers wafting down from the projects on 95th street. A lot of scores were settled that day and all Johnnie Cochran had to do was make sure he got some lovin' black mothers on the jury to render justice. Not good enough for the Brown/Goldman families so they put a $30M noose around O. J.'s neck using civil litigation but there was no hangman to pull the trap door so The Juice ran free up until Barack Obama got elected and then, December 2008 to be exact, O. J. got sent to prison on a trumped up kidnapping/armed robbery charge (exactly the kind of unwarranted sentencing FBPOTUS derided) and faded from the public eye waisting away at the Lovelock Correctional Facility in the Nevada sand. There was a new smiling face to represent "Black America" with a sassy (but loyal) wife and two beautiful daughters and the psychic trauma of the Brentwood murders could be safely put behind us. Or so everyone thought, but yesterday it was wall-to-wall O. J. coverage on all the networks just like in days of old or B.O. on the divine timeline. And who among us can judge the truth of it all or render justice at this point? There is one true judge and, try as you might, it's impossible to hide from his all seeing eye or eternal verdict.
Who ya' lookin' at?
The story is not new or incredible or impossible - It's been told a thousand times (more) in every conceivable variation. Some endings are happy and others are sad and some don't have endings at all.
She was "sexy", but "too much hard work." I'm a regular Fox & Friends viewer (mostly in protest of the other insipid morning programs like Today and Good Morning America) so over the years I've gotten to know Gretchen Carlson pretty well. Stuck between Steve and Brian she always seemed a prudish scold with an irritating, self-righteous demeanor that I simply put up with because I figured some people in the Fox audience actually liked her persona. It was obvious that Steve and Brian did not, but they were stuck with her like so many talking heads and had to make the best of it - which they did. Besides, she was no worse than any of the other women on morning show TV - I mean, you're only going to find a certain kind of person to do this kind of work and that kind of person is the Gretchen Carlson kind. Then, one day, she was gone and replaced by Elisabeth Hasselbeck and the F&F ratings began to climb, and climb and climb - in two months view
Last night Jim Acosta sat down for an interview with Larry Sabato at a national symposium series presented by the University of Virginia’s Center for Politics titled “Democracy in Perilous Times.” The evening’s topic was “ The Fourth Estate: Enemy of the People? ” and the crowd was warmly receptive of Acosta’s message which, boiled down to its essence, is that Donald Trump is a liar and he’s making life dangerous for reporters. Sabato introduced Acosta to the audience as Enemy #1 which drew mirthful laughter from the auditorium and then presented a short video montage of President Trump and his deplorable rubes insulting the reporter on many occasions over the past two years. This was all a set up for his first question which was, “how do you do your Job?” Acosta said the he accomplishes his duties by maintaining focus, reporting the story and telling the truth but acknowledged that it is difficult when the White House erodes the peoples faith in the press by bullying reporters. Whe
Well my telephone was ringing, and they told me it was chairman Mao. You got to tell him anything 'cause I just don't want to talk to him now. According to the brilliant troubadour Lowell George the Apolitical Blues are " the meanest blues of all" and who am I to disagree with this soul man now after all these years of living by his maxim. I first heard the song bursting from the 1972 vinyl of Little Feat's Alt-Rock-Country masterpiece "Sailin' Shoes" in the second story bedroom of my friend John's older brother Edie who, being about 3 years our senior, was instructing us on the importance of good music. This was circa 1975 and a formative time for my musical taste and overall aesthetic which, for better or worse, infuses every aspect of my existence including the KOTCB blog so a debt is owed this unforgettable "older brother" now that he has shuffled off this mortal coil and left us with smoky memories. A born rebel with the heart o
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