Thursday, July 20, 2017

O.J. Simpson granted parole

"O.J. Simpson was granted parole Thursday after more than eight years in prison for a Las Vegas hotel heist, successfully making his case in a nationally televised hearing that reflected America's enduring fascination with the former football star."
Simpson, 70, could be a free man as early as Oct. 1. By then, he will have served the minimum of his nine-to-33-year armed-robbery sentence for a bungled attempt to snatch sports memorabilia and other mementos he claimed had been stolen from him.

He got the four votes he needed from the parole commissioners who heard his case. In agreeing to release him, they cited his lack of a prior conviction, the low risk he might commit another crime, his community support and his release plans.

During the more than hour-long hearing, Simpson forcefully insisted — as he has all along — that he was only trying to retrieve items that belonged to him and never meant to hurt anyone. He said he never pointed a gun at anyone nor made any threats during the crime. (Link to more)


ricpic said...

Don't be RACISSS, give that double murderer another chance!....and they did.

chickelit said...

He should have committed suicide in that white Branco. But for his kids, I guess.

edutcher said...

Well, it is NV. They believe in all forms of legalized proostitution.

Dickin'Bimbos@Home said...

Someone needs to shoot a bullet thru his head.
Mofo killed 2 people.

Trooper York said...

Orcs will be orcs.

Leland said...

I have no issue with his parole. He did the time for the crime he was charged and convicted. But I'm glad he's choosing Florida, and I don't buy his BS. If anyone hires him, as has been suggested; I expect and support the subsequent protests of the employer.

Amartel said...

Now that Florida is overrun with aggressive pythons, rampaging monkeys and unexpected sinkholes, maybe humanity will get lucky and OJ will run afoul of one of the aforementioned while he is searching for the real killers.

Chip Ahoy said...

At the time of the first trial my usual thing was to have lunch with two gorgeous and magnificently decked out black women.

Every day. (They both had a habit of using their manicured nails to peel off the thin membrane that separates layers of white onion. Why that bothered both of them so much is still an unsettled mystery. And they both had slices of white onion every single day.)

You would not believe the doors that opened for me. Just knowing that we were friends compelled all the other blacks there to regard me differently. I was a mystery to them. Their friendship had a tremendous impact on my social status there. Even everyone else marveled at the social liquidness those friendships allowed. At every level of employment. Every step of management. Nobody understood us. How did we fit together. We enjoyed each other immensely. We did lots of things together outside the bank. We were made for each other.

I told them the reaction of blacks was baffling to all white people. Valorie said simply, "Wealthy whites with connections and resources can get off Scott free with high crimes, blacks have resented this forever, and the feeling shared among blacks universally is finally at long last this time we got ours."

And suddenly the whole mess made perfect sense.

Eric the Fruit Bat said...

Speaking of membranes, I think I'm going to stop using an egg slicer on my hard-boiled eggs. You know. The type that's a cross between a harp and a clam shell?

Well yeah. I think I've finally had enough of removing those little bits of membrane that wrap around the wires.

Pain in the ass.