Women have always flocked to OJ Simpson, even after he probably got away with savagely murdering his wife Nicole and her friend, Ron Goldman.
Remember Paula Barbieri, that pretty brunette who was his girlfriend during the trial?
More recently, there was that ditzy blonde in Florida, Christie Prody, the cat murderer.
Now that The Juice may sit in a Nevada prison until he’s 79, if parole authorities have their way, I think he’ll be a bigger bimbo magnet than ever.
We’ll soon be hearing how he’s being deluged with fan letters and marriage proposals. He can use them to follow up on his last work of fiction, If I Did It, with a new book – another fantasy – called Letters from Really Dumb Women.
Personally, I think sentencing him to 33 years was a bit harsh – and Judge Jackie Glass’s repeated insistence that she wasn’t really nailing him for the murders rang hollow.
It’s ironic that OJ was ultimately brought down by a bad scene from Ocean’s Eleven, played out by a cast of two-faced, low-life nobodies who turned on him to save themselves.
But I wonder, when criminals want to bump off each other, is that really such a bad thing and should it be discouraged?
I hope all those deluded women who dwell in La-La Land and think of OJ as their ideal man will fire up their keyboards and help him start working on his next hilarious bestseller.
(UPDATE, DEC. 9: Judge Glass sentenced OJ’s 4 cohorts, who brandished the guns but copped a plea and testified against OJ, to 3-8 years of probation with NO prison time. In Nevada, rat finks get a break. Meanwhile, OJ has been moved from the local jail to the Big House.)