It would feel like hell outside across much of the country on the day O.J. Simpson had a parole hearing to determine whether or not he could leave the Lovelock Correctional Center in Lovelock, Nev., a few years early.
Of course, nearly a decade ago, a group of men led by Simpson entered a room in the Palace Station hotel in Las Vegas to collect personal items from a memorabilia dealer. Three days later, his silly ass was arrested for his involvement in the robbery.
A year later, on Oct. 3, 2008—exactly 13 years to the day after he was acquitted on charges that he murdered his ex-wife, Nicole Brown Simpson, and her friend Ron Goldman—O.J. was found guilty on all charges. A few months later, he was sentenced to 33 years in prison with eligibility for parole in nine years.
If you are wondering just what I think of O.J. Simpson, Johnnie Cochran fictitiously saying “Nigga please” best summarizes my thoughts, coupled with a bloody knife, a Bronco and a man I’d never want to be around alone.
Well, the parole hearing has promptly started, and I will say, of a woman-beater who many understandably believe is a murderer, he looks quite fit for a 70-year-old man. I see someone is already thinking about looking good on some awful reality show that none of us should watch but might end up seeing a few minutes of anyway because God is still working on all of us.
It’s funny, the seemingly nice woman on the parole board just told O.J. that his parole hearing is like everyone else’s. I can’t knock O.J. for laughing, because how many parole hearings are covered on national television?