Once considered awesome for his work in the Naked Gun films, while dabbling in football, “OJ” soon became a synonym for getting away with murder after the not-guilty verdict in the slaying of his ex-wife and her date. We all got over it and moved on with the 90’s. At the time, any red-blooded guy could understand why he had a hard time with another man being with his wife, so he was given a little consideration for a crime of passion.
What elevated him to super-scum status is a series of events that began when he tried to cash in on it all with his “fictional” book “If I Did It – Confessions of the Killer”. What a steaming pile of feces this man is. Would you agree he is a worthy Dexter candidate?
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