I know he will probably never read this, but I feel like typing it out in a semi-public forum just in case.
Ron Goldman's father: I don't remember your name, and frankly it doesn't matter what your name is. All you are, and all you are known as, is Ron Goldman's father. You've made that the case with your actions.
The fact that you, or anyone else, would attempt to say that OJ writing a book about how he would have killed his wife and your dumbass son is taking advantage of a tragedy for monetary gain, especially after what you've done, is utterly ridiculous. $33.5 million in "damages." Your dumb ass wasn't damaged, and if it was, it certainly wasn't by OJ Simpson. He was found not guilty, that should have been the end of it, if there was any justice in the world. Besides, your son's life wasn't worth $33.5 million. $14 million would have been exceedingly generous*, and that's for both of them. That jury must have been made up of people who had it out for OJ, and wanted to stick it to him for "getting away with murder." Depending on the composition of the jury, it could also have been because he was a black man who had kids with a white woman.
I hope OJ finds more loopholes to keep millions of dollars hidden from your greedy ass. If it was really about justice for your son or whatever the fuck you're claiming, you wouldn't have tried some shit like what is described in
this article:
Goldman, who told reporters he can still not utter Simpson's name, said the man he believes is responsible for his son's death "has never been punished for that act in any form."
"Hopefully, frankly, that (loss of right to publicity) will cause him some discomfort and pain," Goldman said.It isn't up to your pathetic ass to determine who is and who is not guilty for anything, let alone who killed anyone else. It is up to juries, like the one that decided a loser like you deserved money because your son died. People die every day, do we give each of their families $33.5 million? No, because most people aren't fucking faggots like you.
As a final strike against you, your moustache reminds me of John Bolton's.
*breath*
In other news, I'm typing this on my wireless internets. Huzzah.
I don't really have much else. There is some, but I mostly just wanted to put out a curse-filled rant.
*Given then-current monetary values of human life, adjusted for inflation
hmm.
After the election results so far, I feel a lot less disappointed than was probably reflected in my post last year, and the posts I would have made in 2004 if I had bothered to write about it (too lazy to check), and in 2002 if I had been old enough to vote then (only 21 now, you see).
It feels like the people who bother to vote are beginning to see things more in line with my way, i.e. the way things actually are.
It feels like you can't fool 50.1% of the people all of the time anymore.
It feels like...victory.
I put off this post because I didn't want to write anything too early; each time I express hope in a potential day of change, as they say in the vernacular, shit happens.
It is odd, though, that everyone is conceding (Governor, Senate, even the fake smoking ban people*) this early, especially with all the bullshit that has happened. Polls in a number of counties opened late just because the device to put the ballot on the memory card that goes into the extremely technologically advanced voting machine was...er...broken? I don't know, lol.
But anyway, wow. I've been tired and in a somewhat more shitty mood than usual just because I've been building a reserve of energy to get me through this election turning out poorly, and now I can put that energy to a more constructive use. *wrings hands, smirking and chuckling under his breath*
It's going to be a bad time to be a smoker in Ohio, and especially in this area of Ohio. With the statewide smoking ban, and a 30-cents-a-pack additional tax in this area, it will become more expensive and less acceptable to be a smoker. It'll be interesting to see how this affects people picking up more illicit drugs.***
I can't understand the people who say it should be their choice to smoke if they feel like it. To mangle and paraphrase Thomas Jefferson (at least, I think it was Jefferson), their right to pollute the air ends where my nose begins.
A couple of last notes: Blogger's spellcheck picked up smirking, and suggested summarizing. Yes, I was summarizing and chuckling under my breath, apparently. Also, I feel very odd. (For me, I mean.) While trying to put my finger on what it is, I realize that it's because I feel happy. Realizing that makes me a little bit more sad to bring the balance closer, but it's not a complete equilibrium. In commemoration of this event, I'll try to face one of my most dastardly enemies - direct sunlight - with less reservation tomorrow. Also, I will attempt to smile more. At least, until it starts to feel cheesy and/or fake.
But it's a start.
Well, I've written enough. I can always add more rambling and possibly redundant crap later.
Good night, and you stay classy, World.
*For the uninitiated, this was hilarious. After a group of people got together enough signatures to get an initiative to ban smoking in public places on the ballot**, some big tobacco people got a Constitutional amendment on the ballot which would override the initiative and several local laws around the state already in place. Basically, they were counting on people being retarded enough to vote for both when they wanted the initiative. In past years, that would have been a safe bet, but something went wrong this time. As they say in the vernacular, the fix wasn't in.
**Good old Ohio. In spite of our archaic, inane legal/governmental structure, we still have the initiative and referendum processes to change things. If we feel like it.
***Since it's all illegal anyway. Just one of those dumb things I wonder about/observe. Another big example is the way my suspension of disbelief is challenged more by an economy in a game or movie being unsustainable than it is by ghosts, magic, or space aliens. It's not just that I believe in a form of ghosts, but that's not the point. (I'm getting sidetracked in a sidetrack?) It has more to do with the fictional world of the story being internally consistent.
