THE earth has spun off its axis. Pigs have flown. And mon keys have taken off from dark and personal places where the sun don’t shine.
Yesterday, unrepentant double-murderer OJ Simpson was ordered to stand trial for a dozen felonies that could mean the golf-loving deadbeat might die in prison.
Hallelujah!
Now, if Las Vegas prosecutors don’t screw this one up, as their brethren in Los Angeles did so royally back in the ’90s, we might live to see the smirk wiped forever from the face of the ex-football star who got away with it.
It is up to the people of Nevada, not the celebrity-mad crowd of OJ groupies that populates downtown Los Angeles, to send OJ to his rightful hell. Don’t blow it.
Take him out of his mansion and slap him in a dank cell – still a better fate than was met by the mother of his children, whom OJ put prematurely into the grave.
In his idle freedom these last few years, it has become maddeningly clear that OJ thought he was untouchable.
He was arrested for storming into Room 1203 of the Palace Station Hotel with five other men, armed and raving, on Sept. 13 to lay claim to memorabilia that OJ insists was stolen from him.
Why this creature thought he was justified to behave in such a thuggish manner lives only in his fevered brain. Because the day after, OJ was all smiles as he attended a wedding and joked about his alleged crimes:
“What happens in Vegas is supposed to stay in Las Vegas,” he cracked. “I didn’t do anything.”
Sin City Justice of the Peace Joe Bonaventure disagreed, slapping OJ with charges ranging from kidnapping to armed robbery. This was after one of his alleged co-thugs, Walter Alexander, testified Tuesday that OJ displayed contempt for the authorities.
“F- – – the police!” OJ was said to have declared. Nice. It was the police who asked for OJ’s autograph long ago, when they should have been arresting him for beating up his wife.
OJ’s alleged victim, a memorabilia dealer named Alfred Beardsley testified, “People have been waiting for him to screw up and he screwed up.”
Don’t screw up, Las Vegas.
Bury the creature.