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I'm just sayin'...

I'm proceeding about my daily business, with Headline News in the background, trying desperately to ignore any and all references to OJ Simpson, when it strikes me that there is something awfully familiar about the name Stacy Peterson.  Like I've heard it before.  Oh, yeah.  Lacey Peterson.  I know several very lovely, friendly, helpful, gentle Petersons, but if I were still single, and my name was Tracy, I'd be inclined to think two or three times before accepting any proposal from a Mr. Peterson, especially if there were any least whiff of narcissism or controllingness about him.

As for Mr. Simpson, I don't know if I am more eager to have him bound over for trial, so maybe he will be put away and I don't have to hear about him for a period of several years, or if I hope that the charges are thrown out, so they will stop hyperventilating about him RIGHT NOW.  I deeply believe in the principle of innocent until proven guilty, and I want Truth and Justice to prevail, but I also really, really, really want to not think about this man ever again.

So that's just what I feel.  What do you think?



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