What if I cared?

I don't have an opinion on the O.J. Simpleton situation 12 years ago. I couldn't make up my mind then. I can't make up my mind today. Perhaps he did it. Maybe he didn't. The jury, media and the public are at odds over the outcome and always will be.

I do, however, think he's an ass.

Whatever the truth, he would have been well advised to step back from the spotlight and consider himself very, very lucky. But O.J. encouraged that spotlight, eagerly calling attention to his seedy, slimy and inappropriate behaviour. He's a media jaywalker, jumping in and out of the traffic, daring anyone to hit him.

And now he's standing in the headlights of an oncoming garbage truck. A truck filled with his book "What if I did it, here's how it happened". The sad, disillusioned idiot looks like he might not be able to dodge this one. It'll be the splat heard around the world, and we can all sigh with relief.

I've made a conscious effort to ignore this drawn out drama since it began over a decade ago. It doesn't affect me. I doesn't concern me or enhance my life in any way. CNN et al and the news-hungry junkies with their polarized opinions won't let it go, as if their very existence is connected to this story. Well, here's some news; it isn't.

If that proverbial garbage truck plows headlong into O.J. Simpleton, you will still have to go to work tomorrow at Wendy's. If the story is never mentioned again, you will still need to keep that appointment with your therapist. Oprah will air as usual, and Target will still have sales. I have my own little dramas to deal with, so I will welcome the absence of one more example of meaningless and pointless drivel. Of course, I'd willingly retract my statements if you can prove to me that your life, as you know it, will be over if you don't get your O.J. fix.

My next book will be titled; "What if I cared?"