…he asks for a change of venue and gets his trial moved to Los Angeles.
Seriously, I don’t know how to feel about the Michael Jackson verdict. Part of me wants to think, “I’m so glad it turns out he’s not guilty; maybe there really isn’t anything to these charges. Which would be nice because it means he’s not a pedophile and children weren’t being traumatized.” And on the other hand I think about the impressive percentage of celebrities walking away from crimes in California and wonder if–despite the jury’s claims to the contrary–the cult of celebrity really does render them invulnerable. After all, Nicole Simpson reportedly told friends that she was convinced her husband would kill her and get away with it.
I swear, if Phil Spector gets away with having shot Lana Clarkson…I mean, unlike all the other participants in all the other cases, her I actually met and talked with…the day she died, in fact. It’s not like we became fast buds or anything, but for the brief time I met her, she was very sweet and seemed so full of life, and that guy claims she went to his house and killed herself out of the blue? It’s an outrage. So let’s see what happens with that.
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