He's not running with the football anymore. He's not riding in a white Bronco with a gun to his head. He's not in a courtroom running from justice.
But O.J. Simpson is still running from the truth. He's still running from demons. He's still running to make a quick buck ("for his children"). He's still running against the slide into obscurity. He's still running from a twinge of conscience. He's still running from a certain look on his childrens' faces. He's still running from that voice that tells him there's just no point anymore.
And Judith Regan is running right there alongside him, publishing his new book "IF I DID IT."
But, in fairness, she has an explanation; and it's not entirely specious. Regan rightly points out that confessions are often oblique. She argues that this is O.J. Simpson's confession.
If you still think O.J. Simpson was innocent, this book makes no sense. Why would an innocent man write a book fantasizing about how he might have killed his murdered wife Nicole and a decent man named Ron?
If your intuition told you all along that Simpson was guilty, this book makes perfect sense.
And if you've got any sense of justice at all, you're angry.
Here's how Amazon visitors are tagging Simpson's book so far:
shameful (12), boycott (7), disgusting (7), murderer (5), pathetic (4), repulsive (4), controversial (2), domestic violence (2), guilty (2), narcissistic personality disorder (2), scum (2), sick (2), tasteless (2)
Here are the recent Amazon customer comments:
If this book is O.J. Simpson's confession, it's not good enough.
This isn't nearly good enough after what Simpson put the nation through, after the race card was played, after careers were ruined, after millions of dollars were wasted, after jurors were tricked, after naive fans and even a few intelligent people were misled, and -- most painfully -- after justice was denied to the dead whose blood still cries out, and denied to their families and loved ones.
If Simpson wants to confess, it will take more than this. It's becoming a race against time. Simpson has wasted precious years, and his grip on sanity keeps slipping.
But the confession has been there all along, if you had eyes to see it.
It was there in the white Bronco, with the gun to the head.
Who wants to watch the agony of guilt play itself out? It's only interesting if the man finds redemption again. But how do you find redemption if you can't even confess what you've done?
The jury that acquitted Simpson did him no favor.
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More reaction at The Political Pit Bull: "Pardon me for being a little skeptical about the sincerity of Regan's explanation, but isn't this kind of like a guy getting caught with explosives in a belt around his waist and saying that he just wanted to draw attention to the threat of terrorism?"
Cracked.com (via Best Week Ever) has suggested titles for O.J. Simpson's next 16 or so books. (Hilarious.)
Michelle Malkin asks, "Haven't there been enough endless interviews giving the sociopath a platform to bare his rotted soul and mind?"
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