The general public, including those chosen to serve on juries, allow themselves to be easily manipulated for specific results. I sit in astonishment at the number of people who truly believed that Simpson was some civil rights martyr. And don't tell me this was *just* payback for Rodney King. No, no. These people on the streets really believed that a rich man who did not give a shit about his community was being railroaded. People like this remind me of a current group of people who also believe some rich man who doesn't give a shit about anyone but himself somehow really cares for them.
There were plenty of examples of racial injustice and police corruption for people to rise up against. OJ Simpson was not it. Some scandals and controversies worthy of public anger and protest: Joe Morgan, Operation Hammer, Stephanie Lazarus, and yes, Rodney King. He paid $50K a day to rich, prominent lawyers to make people believe that he was a victim. And to make people forget about Nicole and Ron. How infuriating it must have been to sit in that courtroom as members of the Brown and Goldman families and listen to the horseshit spewed by the "Dream" Team.
And I get the role of defense attorneys. They serve a crucial and integral role in the justice system. But what this team did was so beyond the pale, I can't imagine trying to sleep at night if I were in their shoes. They took a case about a battered, abused woman and an innocent bystander who were mutilated and turned it into a sideshow fraud. The utter lack of respect every attorney at OJ's table showed is just disgusting and grotesque.

Monday, May 13, 2024 - Margaret Josephs, Margaret Kiss [in NYC] Doug Budin & Kristen Taekman
Tuesday, May 14, 2024 - Nicole Ryan, Sai De Silva [in NYC] Jamie Kennedy & Mercedes Javid
Wednesday, May 15, 2024 - Dolores Catania, Paulie Connell [in NYC] Justin Martindale & Sarah Colonna
Thursday, May 16, 2024 - Melissa Rivers, Josh Flagg [back in LA] Joey Zauzig & Zach Noe Towers
Friday, May 17, 2024 - The Smith Sisters Patrik Simpson & Pol Atteu

Because Nicole told us:

O.J. Simpson threw his ex-wife out of a moving car, beat her during sex and threatened to cut off the heads of her boyfriends, according to entries from her diary and other documents released by prosecutors Wednesday.
And in court, a prosecutor revealed that five days before Nicole Brown Simpson was killed she sought protection at a battered women's shelter, saying her ex-husband was stalking her. She also kept evidence of abuse in a safe deposit box, the prosecutor said.
The documents were filed as part of a hearing on whether to let the jury in the first-degree murder trial listen to evidence of longstanding violence in Simpson's relationship with Ms. Simpson. The papers portray Simpson as fiercely jealous and filled with rage.
At the hearing, capping a graphic recitation of domestic violence incidents dating to 1977, Deputy District Attorney Lydia Bodin said Ms. Simpson contacted the Sojourn Shelter on June 7.
"Nicole Brown Simpson went to that place because she was afraid, and she had reason to be afraid," Bodin said. "She felt she was being stalked . . . and she named the defendant as the person stalking her."
Bodin also said that when prosecutors broke open Ms. Simpson's safe deposit box they found pictures of her bruised face, letters of apology from [O.J.] Simpson and news articles reporting his admission of spousal abuse in 1989. "She literally created an accounting, an audit trail, of acts of violence because she wanted people to know what was going on in her life," Bodin said.

She's saying "If I turn up dead, it was OJ."

This story was originally written July 2023.
You might have heard of me. I was a social media influencer for two years.
I know kids have “influencer” as one of their top professions these days, but for me it was all an accident, really. I uploaded a few YouTube videos back in 2019, in the summer I finished school. All I did was rant about movies. I had a few notes, not a full script, and just spouted off to my laptop camera about inaccurate science, bad casting choices, real nitpicky stuff. In about six months I’d got 200 subscribers.
I was at university then, and I mentioned my videos to some of my uni friends. They subbed and told their friends, and I got up to 1,000 sub by January 2020. My videos were only about ten minutes long, and I had nowhere near the views to monetise. I was making one a week, but not on any sort of schedule. It was just something I did when I was bored.
Then the pandemic hit. A lot of students here in England basically got locked into their halls of residence (that’s dorms for any Americans reading), but I was lucky enough to get back to my parents’ before then. So I was doing what my uni laughably called “remote learning”, which basically meant a couple of video lectures a week, some worksheets, and lots and lots of my own research. I won’t bore you with the topic of my course; it’s not relevant.
I’m not exactly stereotypically pretty. I’ve come to accept that. My hair is stringy, my nose is too big, my face is profoundly asymmetrical, my complexion is strange and acned, my teeth are crooked … You get the idea. You can only do so much with makeup and hair that covers your face. I probably have fewer friends than I would if I looked like other people, and it actually took a lot of courage to make that first video - and even more courage to upload it.
I can only assume that’s the reason I went viral. It certainly wasn’t the high production values, or the tightly-written scripts, or the quality of my research. On the 9th of April I had 1,322 subscribers. On the 10th it was over 8,000. By the end of April it was up to 300,000, and I had actually monetised my channel.
The comments were … well, they were varied. Lots of hate because of my looks, but lots of love from people who just appreciated what I put out there, calling out others for their negative comments. I know many social media stars struggle with unkind comments, but I’d got used to it. Let’s be honest, they weren’t nice, but neither were they untrue. And comments under your video are easier to ignore than comments in the street. I was making decent money after all. If you were one of those commenters, you know which side you were on, and I love you either way. Thanks for the engagement - it’s not easy to gain financially from your unusual appearance!
The trouble with going viral is that it doesn’t last. Competing in the fast-paced world of internet stardom takes a lot of effort. I started experimenting with other things - YouTube shorts, TikTok, Instagram, pretty much anything going. The format that turned out to work best was actually TikTok. I’d bought some skimpy outfits and did ridiculous little dances. I quickly reached over a thousand views per video, and while I wasn’t up to their creator tier, it still worked. A well-known cosmetics company asked to sponsor my videos.
Cosmetics! Me! I guess they were going for woke points or something. I didn’t care, they offered me more money than I knew what to do with, as long as my views stayed high. So I started making 2-minute videos. A dance without make-up, then I applied the make-up - being sure to show the brand name clear and up-close - and then the same dance with make-up. If this is ringing any bells with you, then yes - that was me. And no, stupid - that’s not my real name.
I’d got used to undesired attention of course. Along with the unpleasant comments, I got my fair share of unwelcome male approaches. For a few hours after any upload, about half of my DMs were from men, and some women (or men with female account names), asking to see more of me. I wasn’t a camgirl, though I suppose I wasn’t a million miles away from one; but I could have been. I did seriously consider it a few times, but never actually followed through.
And half of the rest of my DMs, and a good portion of the public comments, were from angry women. What made me think I had the right to show off like that? How could I bring their favourite cosmetics brand into disrepute? But I’ve got pretty thick skin (hey, I can make that joke, you can’t), and mostly laughed the comments off and ignored them.
That was, in hindsight, a mistake.
By September my uni was reopening for in-person teaching. I was working six or seven hours a day just to keep up with everything, and had a couple more brands sponsoring me. Being an influencer isn’t just about filming for ten minutes a day and watching the money come in!
So I was going to tutorials an hour a day, watching video lectures at 2x speed, and ignoring my assignments in favour of making videos and replying to messages. It’s not like my pointless degree was helping with my real job.
Okay fine. It was geology. Rocks and stuff. You happy now? I bet you can’t tell the difference between sylvite and carnallite just by licking it, can you?
Anyway, the point is I came close to being chucked out. Actually I had to repeat the second year. At least I could afford it.
So anyway, I somehow got through to the end of my second year, the end of my second year again, and part way through my third year. I was passing my exams - just - and through several reinventions I had managed to maintain my social influencer role. Last Autumn I was getting some good views, and cash, back on YouTube. I was getting pretty good at make-up (I had an exclusive deal with one company on TikTok, and another deal with a different cosmetics company on YouTube). The videos that did well then were me with experimental hairstyles and not much in the way of clothes, putting on makeup for a few minutes, then reading out-of-copyright fiction in my patented “YouTube voice”. If you can imagine a cross between Shania Twain and Marge Simpson then… well, then you’re weird, but you’ve pretty much got it.
Then, last December, a week or so before the Christmas holidays, I went out with my friends. I had made a decent number, both girls and guys, by then. I could never quite tell whether it was my personality (which I assure you is fantastic), my influencer status, or the cash I was liberal with (it always seemed to be my round, and I didn’t mind). There were even a couple of boys who were keen on me, though I hadn’t done anything about it yet. Eight of us went out together to celebrate a birthday. It wasn’t actually anybody’s birthday that day, but Shireen had a Christmas Day birthday, and she wanted a proper party.
Now I look quite different in real life than I do online. I think the technical term is “frumpy” - jeans, trainers, fluffy jumper and a hat, or maybe a hoodie. The birthday girl had somehow convinced me to put a bit more effort in, and had helped me pick out some heels and a knee-length silver dress. Make-up was easy for me of course, and so I got dressed up and off we went to the Black Swan.
The Black Swan has several great qualities about it. One: it’s cheap. Two: it does good food. Three: it’s a couple of hundred metres from The Bar. We had a decent meal, a few drinks, and around 9 we walked to The Bar.
To be more precise, they walked. I wobbled. If you’ve watched my videos you might have seen me in heels, but did you ever see me walk in them? Didn’t think so.
The Bar is open til 3 in the morning. It looks respectable enough from the outside, especially in the afternoon; but after about 11, when most pubs close, it fills up with students drinking expensive-looking drinks. And almost every night, somebody jumps up onto a table, and then everybody’s up there dancing. In The Bar, either you hold your drink tightly, or you lose it.
I’d done this before, and I can handle my alcohol. I’ve stayed at The Bar till chuckout more than a few times, and I’ve been wobbly on the way home, but I’ve never thrown up or passed out. And so I was surprised when I woke up. The last thing I remembered was Stu saying he was tired, and Shireen replying that it wasn’t even midnight yet. Now I was lying on the hard wooden floor of my living room.
My head pounded. Daylight streamed through the window, and I blinked a few times and rubbed my eyes. My hands were wet and sticky.
I looked at them. They were covered in blood.
I looked down. My heels were across the room, but I was still wearing my dress. It, also, was covered in blood, a huge stain across the chest.
Panic set in. What happened to me last night? I checked myself out and could find no injuries. Where did the blood come from?
Standing up, I realised it was worse than that. Red pools stained the wooden floor. I don’t know much medicine, but if somebody had lost this much blood, I couldn’t see how they could have survived.
I stood up, unsure whether my shaking was from the shock or the alcohol. This was when I saw a shirt on the floor behind me. White, with a subtle pattern. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that it wasn’t my shirt. I lived alone, and rarely invited people back to my flat. I looked around some more. A pair of men’s black leather shoes by the door. And then I saw it.
I suppose, rather, I should say him. He was naked except for a pair of dark blue jeans, slumped in the open doorway to the kitchen, covered in blood, and very, very, dead.
I panicked then. I’m calmer now, so let’s take a moment to describe my conclusions that morning. I had got very drunk. I had met a guy. We’d come back to my flat. We’d been getting naked (the shoes and shirt weren’t bloodied). Then, for some reason, we’d had an argument or a fight. The body had stab wounds in the chest, and a pool of blood had congealed onto the wooden floor of the living room and the linoleum of the kitchen where the man collapsed. How did those stab wounds get there? I didn’t know for sure, but a quick glance at my kitchen counter showed that my sharp carving knife was missing. It was all coming together. I didn’t know if he had picked up the knife, or if I had; I didn’t know why either of us would do that. I didn’t even know his name, and later when I checked his pockets, I couldn’t find any ID.
There was a lot I didn’t know. But I’m smart. So once I was done crying on the floor (I think it was about two hours), I came up with a plan. This man was dead, and I couldn’t do anything about that. But what would the consequences be? There’s no need for my life to be ruined as well. I decided not to call the police. People go missing mysteriously all the time, he can just be another statistic and I’ll get on with my life.
The blood on Dave was mostly dry by now. (Sure, I didn’t know his name, but every bloke’s called Dave, right?) So I put a badly-fitting vest on him to soak up the remaining blood, and his shirt over the top, along with his shoes. His jeans were bloody, but they were dark, so hopefully it wouldn’t show up in low light. I couldn’t find his coat, which was odd given how cold it was, but this would have to do. I put my dress and heels in a plastic bag, and grabbed a spade that I never used. Had I missed anything?
The knife. The fucking knife. I searched all over for it, but by the time it got dark I still hadn’t found it. I knew I couldn’t delay for long, so I figured it was best to deal with Dave now, and find the knife later.
Eight o’clock in the evening came. I’m lucky I have parking right outside my house, no street cameras, and a ground-floor flat. I put the bag in the boot of my car and came back for the body.
Have you ever tried to move a dead person? It’s not easy, and I’m not exactly strong. I put my arm around his waist and eventually managed to heave him almost upright. “Come on Dave, that’s it. We’re gonna get you home. Maybe calm down on the tequila next time right? Try to keep it in, and don’t you dare vomit in my car, you sexy bastard.”
Oh come on, what do you want from me? I’m an influencer, not a stand-up comedian. And anyway, I don’t think anybody saw me during the several minutes it took to drag Dave to the passenger seat. I really wish I’d got round to buying a bigger car than the Fiat Punto I’d had since I was 18, but it was too late for that now.
There’s a place about an hour’s drive from me called Epping Forest. The Heritage Trust reckon it’s most famous for its huge tracts of unspoiled wildlife, thousands of trees, and Iron Age settlements. But around here it’s best known as the place where murderers and gang members bury bodies. So off I trundled in my 1.2 litre pensioner-mobile. I arrived around 9:30, checked Google Maps, and drove offroad into the woods.
Do you know how long it takes to dig a grave? The answer is: a long time! By dawn I’d only managed a hole about two feet. Oh, and it was my third try, because the first two times I found too much rock. Well, it would have to do. In went Dave, and I shovelled the ground back over him. I thought I could put my clothes in with him, but it was a shallow grave, and when the inevitable dog-walker finds it I didn’t want them linked back to me. I mean, there’s my DNA in there for sure, but let’s not make it too easy for them, right? So I chucked the spade in a river, and the clothes went back home with me, including the vest I’d lent him.
Now in England we have a thing called ANPR everywhere. The police can just type in a car registration and see exactly where it’s been from traffic cameras. I needed an alibi. Why had I gone to Epping Forest? For a hike of course! So I walked around for a few hours, got breakfast at a pub, and told the staff about all the wacky adventures I’d had that night. And while I was there, for the first time in a good long time, I checked my phone.
Hundreds of messages, of course. But only one sent a shiver down my spine.
Jolly_Gal_56234
I KNOW WHAT YOU DID
My heart thumped. My ears started ringing. I felt dizzy, nearly passed out. How could anybody know?
Of course nobody knew. I actually got messages like this fairly often. Just some idiot trying to wind people up. They’d probably sent a dozen messages just like it, to random people, and I just blocked her. Still it rattled me. I finished my breakfast, paid up, walked back to my car, and drove home.
My flat was just as I left it. Dave was gone, but his blood was still there. I scrubbed the floor for hours, and it helped a bit, but you could still see the stains. Exhausted, I showered and went to bed.
The next morning I woke up. I hadn’t posted anything for a day and a half, so I needed to do something about that. Scrolling through my messages, one stood out like a police light.
Jolly_Gal_28473
YOU’VE BEEN A BAD GIRL 🔪
Shit. SHIT! What the fuck is going on? I stared at my phone, paralysed with indecision. When I finally snapped out of it I made sure the door was locked, and tried to come up with a plan.
I had no idea who was sending these. Maybe they didn’t really know anything. You send stupid messages like that to hundreds of people, you’re gonna come across one who’s actually done something bad, right? I poured myself a big glass of gin, decided that nobody could know anything, and made a video.
Remember that one where I didn’t speak at all, just danced for three minutes dressed like 90s Britney to 70s disco music, titled “HANGOVER DANCE”? Yeah, that’s the one. I didn’t trust myself to speak without breaking, but I could dance about as well as I ever could.
The rest of the day I answered messages, emailed my sponsors, and considered getting an agent. It’s still just me doing everything, and that Sunday afternoon, I really didn’t want to. I also spent a few hours scrubbing the wooden floor with baking soda and vinegar, and looking for the knife.
I kept getting messages from Jolly_Gal. It didn’t matter how much I blocked her, she just popped up again the next day with different numbers at the end of her username. Always all-caps, just a single sentence.
YOU DON’T DESERVE IT
YOU’LL GET WHAT’S COMING TO YOU
OWN UP
DELETE YOUR ACCOUNT
Exactly one message a day, but always at different times. I decided it was a bot, and it was just coincidence that it started when it did. Until Christmas Day.
I’d been back at my parents’ for a few days, and endured the usual conversations about what I was going to do for a “proper job” after uni. They’re great, and really supportive. They’ve just never understood what an “influencer” really is, and that “playing on my phone” for six hours a day counts as work. My brother Rich gets it, but the rest of my family is honestly baffled.
Anyway, Christmas morning comes. All four of us were in the house together (my brother’s 17 so he still lives there), and we gathered together in the living room opening presents. It was a couple of weeks since the incident, and I still had nightmares every night, and those sudden panic attacks - you know, when you’re sure you’re going to be found out - but I was getting used to it. It had happened, I couldn’t change it, and I’d have to keep it secret for the rest of my life; but it was becoming a sort of background hum. I don’t know if that’s too quick, but I suppose I’ve learned to handle difficulty in my life.
Until we finished opening presents and I checked my phone.
Jolly_Gal_814385
HAPPY CHRISTMAS
And underneath, a photo of my kitchen knife, stained with blood.
I ran out of the house in tears.
Rich found me, sitting on the wooden bridge down the road from the house, my legs dangling over the river. I came here a lot when I was a teenager, so it was the first place he looked. I’d left my phone on the living room floor, and the three of them had seen the message, so he knew what triggered me. He just didn’t know the full story.
Well, I told him. I mean, not everything, obviously. But I told him how this person had been harassing me for weeks. He listened sympathetically, like he’s always done, and asked if there was anything he could do to help. I didn’t say anything; I just turned around, hugged him, and cried into his Christmas sweater.
After about half an hour we went back to the house. Rich explained things to my parents, thank goodness. I don’t think I could have handled it.
The rest of the holiday was … okay, I guess. More messages from Jolly_Gal, but only text. I made videos most days, and met all two of my old schoolfriends for drinks, movies and shopping. They’re big fans of my channels. I even took Rich out for drinks one evening, though it took us four pubs to find somewhere that wouldn’t ID him. He’s a bit of a babyface.
I did all I could not to think about Dave. I put him to the back of my mind, letting him live in the shed at the bottom of the garden of my psyche where he couldn’t disturb me. I guess that’s why it came as a shock to me, when I packed my stuff into the boot of my car to head back to uni.
There was one suitcase I’d packed but hadn’t got round to taking into the house. And peeking around the edge was that plastic bag. I’d forgotten to get rid of it!
Dad was helping me load the car, so I couldn’t do anything about it. I tucked it out of sight, finished loading up, said goodbye, and drove back to uni. It was dark when I got back, so I unpacked everything else, triple-bagged my bloody clothes, left my phone at home (no tracking me!), and walked two miles to drop them into somebody else’s wheelie bin.
The next morning I checked my messages.
Jolly_Gal_12592
WELCOME HOME
And a photo of me dumping the bag the night before.
You know what? This didn’t bother me. I mean, it did bother me, but not as much as I guess Jolly_Gal hoped. I’ve been bullied and harassed most of my life, and I’ve got pretty good at ignoring it. Sure, it was an escalation - she was actually following me - but it was just one of almost thirty messages. Jolly_Gal was hoping to destroy me. Instead, she hardened my resolve.
Clearly she had enough evidence to go to the police, but she hadn’t. And obviously she lived nearby. Now I’m no hacker, but you don’t do a job like mine without learning your way around technology. So I started sleuthing. I hadn’t bothered blocking her after the third or fourth message, so I made a list of all the messages, including timecodes. I’ve got a geology degree (almost), and we have techniques to analyse rock strata. Finally I had a genuine use for all that studying I sort of did!
Jolly_Gal was not as clever as she thought. She’d got sloppy. About half of her messages were sent at strange hours, on the hour. These were presumably posted by her bot. But the other messages were all sent between 7 and 8 am, or between 6 and 10 pm. So I guessed that she has a normal 9-5 day job, or maybe she’s a student.
Next I searched all the social media sites I could think of for Jolly_Gal or JollyGal usernames. There are a few, so please don’t go harassing people with that username! I don’t want innocent people to get hurt. After a few hours I had profiles of all Jolly_Gals. Pictures, locations, partial travel history, even birthdays for some of them. I discounted those who clearly weren’t in England, but I still had too many to narrow it down. The photos had no EXIF data so I couldn’t tell the type of phone or camera they used.
So my days became something like this: Five hours doing uni stuff, five hours working on my socials, and an hour or two learning digital sleuthing. I still went out with my friends sometimes, but made sure not to drink too much. I know how to have a good time without being drunk!
The breakthrough came by total chance. I rarely read the local papers, and just got lucky one afternoon in March. I was waiting for a friend in the pub after lectures, and there was a copy of the Post somebody had left on a table. So I flicked through it. The local council was rubbish at doing traffic. Some group of OAPS was organising a May Day celebration. And a woman had been convicted of body-snatching.
I recognised her! There was a photo of a woman in her early twenties. She’d been arrested when a corpse went missing back in December, and they’d seen her take it on the morgue’s CCTV. She’d been released on bail. “Prevention of the lawful and decent burial of a dead body” is a rare crime these days, so she hadn’t been sentenced yet; instead she was released until her sentencing, expected to be in August. Her name was Jenny Smith, which is so common as to be almost useless - that is, if you don’t have a profile of her on your laptop at home!
The report also gave her address. So I started hatching a plan. I texted my friend that I wouldn’t make it, and went home.
Jolly_Gal, or rather, Jenny, lived near me, and actually went to the same university. She had accounts on Instagram, TikTok, YouTube, Twitter, and a few others. Of course you can’t get Jolly_Gal by itself these days, but my profile gave all her precise usernames. I spent my evening watching her videos and reading her tweets. And then I found the smoking gun.
Jenny had posted a video on TikTok last June bitching about me. She’s way prettier than me, and yet I’d got all the subs and follows. She deserved all those sponsorship deals. It wasn’t fair that I had hundreds of thousands of subs and she only had a few thousand. She even said I was ugly and deserved to die.
Well, she got one out of two right, I guess. You can decide which one.
It all started to slot into place. Jenny was absurdly jealous of me, so she’d hatched a plan to destroy me. She must have roofied me in The Bar, got me and Dave back to my place, stabbed him, poured blood everywhere, and taken the knife home. I mean, I don’t know anything about forensic science, and I was drugged and panicked when I woke up that morning. I’d have no way of knowing that Dave had died days before he ended up in my flat!
I’d never managed to get all the blood out of the wooden flooring, and ended up putting a really misplaced rug over it. I chiselled off a sample and gave it to one of my friends who was doing a PhD in biology. It took a bit of persuading, but he ran an analysis on it.
It was pig’s blood.
Fuck Jenny. She’s not Jenny, or Jolly_Gal, she’s fucking Carrie!
She planned to destroy me. She ruined my mental health, she framed me for murder. All because I was more popular on TikTok than she was. Well, two can play at that game. I didn’t deserve what Jenny did to me. She did.
I thought about this all night, coming up with plan after plan, weighing them in my head. I wanted two things: to destroy Jenny, and to feel good about it for myself. Finally I had a course of action I’m actually rather proud of.
I decided to start slow. I did something anybody could have done - I mocked up a poster. At the top was “Jenny Smith - body snatcher!”. Underneath were two pictures, her Insta profile pic and the courthouse photo from the paper, and between them: “From This … To This!” And all her various social media handles to top it off. I printed hundreds of these, and pinned them all around the university and her street.
I’ve never thought of myself as an unkind person - God knows I’ve suffered enough myself to be sympathetic to others. But I’m willing to admit I felt a lot of satisfaction seeing her comments fill up with accusations and links to the online article. Jenny carried on making videos, but I could tell she was suffering. Good!
That was stage one. I had to up the ante for stage two. Jenny had covered me and my flat with pig’s blood, so I think we all know what’s coming next.
I pondered for a long time whether I should do it in the day or the night. But you know what they say - go big or go home. I scoped out her house for a while, and found out that she leaves her kitchen window, at the back of the house, open. Now I’m not the most athletic girl in the world, but I can be pretty determined when I want to be. So one night around 2 am I walked to her house - it’s only about half a mile - and climbed through the window.
I almost gave myself a heart attack when I knocked a glass over on the kitchen sink! Luckily it didn’t smash. I hid in a corner and waited for a full half hour before I decided Jenny hadn’t heard me. Then I snuck upstairs, slow as anything, and crept into her room.
Actually, the first room wasn’t hers. She shared with a couple of other students. Thank fuck I checked first! The second room was the right one. She was asleep, alone, in a double bed. I was so quiet that the only thing I could hear was my heart pounding in my chest as I opened my canvas bag, gently deposited its contents onto the pillow next to her, and took a photo. It didn’t come out that well - I couldn’t use the flash - but hey, I have a souvenir!
I really wish I’d seen her face when she woke up the next morning, staring at a pig’s head. She didn’t post on her socials for a week after that, and for two days she even forgot to send me a threatening message.
I’m sorry? You think I’m done? Oh, my sweet summer child. I’ve barely begun.
Jenny had a boyfriend, Abdul. I made sure he wasn’t around when I broke in, but stage three involved him in a big way.
Abdul was also at our university, a year younger than me, a year older than Jenny. He wasn’t very active on social media, but he did tend to broadcast his activity on Twitter. And what do you know? He’s also a fan of The Bar. So I spent the next month planning my move. I bought a new clubbing dress and heels - hey, I kinda missed that outfit! - and asked around for the other thing I needed. Some things you can’t just buy in Next, or a local butcher’s, but eventually I managed it.
I got my chance one Friday in May. Abdul had loudly announced on Twitter that he was excited for his boys’ night out in The Bar, and Jenny had been gushing about a girls’ night on the whole other side of town. Perfect. I spent hours on my makeup, and got to The Bar around ten. Abdul and his mates were having a drinking contest, and leching up at the girls dancing on the tables.
I figured I had a good long while before he would be ready, so I had a couple of drinks - not too much, but like I said I can handle myself, and I knew Jenny wasn’t around - and got up on the tables myself for a bit. Then about midnight Abdul’s friend got another round in, while Abdul was in the loo. This was my chance. I walked up to their table - which had no dancing feet on it, but a heck of a lot of spilled beer - and started talking to them, saying I thought their friend was hot.
“Uh, what the fuck?” “Not a chance in hell.” “Get lost, freak!”
Lovely chaps. But they were too far gone to notice me dropping something into Abdul’s double-whiskey-and-coke. For all I know, it’s the exact same thing Jenny used on me all those months ago.
Abdul came back and downed his whiskey in one gulp. I was worried he was going to vomit it up, but he held it in and blamed his difficulty on the coke fizz. Yeah mate, sure, sure.
Not too long after, he started to fade. His friends were really taking the piss out of him for being such a lightweight. Well, when I came over, the pisstaking just got worse. I introduced myself (with a fake name, duh) and told him he was hot. Believe it or not, it was only about twenty seconds before he put his tongue down my throat. Wow, I’m not sure I even needed to bother with the roofie!
His friends, who had been so intent on being mean to me, now turned their attention to him. I suggested we ditch them and go back to his place (I’d checked, it was only five minutes’ walk sober) - and off we went.
That was the first time I had sex. I’m sure I don’t need to go into details, but we did a lot of stuff, and I enjoyed it. I’m not sure if that’s because it was good, or because he was good, or because I knew what it was all for. I was impressed that he managed to keep going as long as he did in his state, but I do feel a bit sorry for him; from his Twitter he seems like a decent guy.
When he finally fell asleep I left. I’d got what I came for - pictures. And the next day I made a new account and sent a DM to Jenny.
At first I blurred my face, or chose shots that didn’t include it. A bit of editing and I could have been anybody. I watched their messy breakup on Twitter, Jenny hurling accusations, Abdul protesting his innocence. I know this is the age of social media, but I never understood why people play these things out in public.
And then, after posting a picture a day for a few weeks (I’d taken a lot of pictures), I sent one that showed my face clearly.
Jenny had managed to restrain herself from replying before, but now she knew who I was. She was furious! The very idea that her boyfriend had cheated on her with ME, of all people, was unbelievable. And this was exactly the outcome I’d been going for.
Jolly_Gal was broken. She’d ruined her reputation. She’d lost her boyfriend. She had nightmares about pigs (okay, so I don’t know that for certain, but in my imagination she woke up screaming every night). She was possibly going to prison. And now she knew that not only was I more successful than her as an influencer, but I was the one to steal her lover. She still sent messages, at first angry, but they soon degenerated into pleading. “Please stop.” “I’m sorry.” “We can work this out.” Jolly_Gal without CAPS LOCK, it was glorious to see.
In fact it was almost perfect. Three stages of my plan were complete, and only one remained. Jenny’s sentencing was in three weeks, so I had to move quickly.
She had two flatmates, so I needed to work around them. They weren’t particularly active on Twitter, but Jenny was. I knew from her tweets that while her flatmates had gone home, she was staying on a couple of weeks after the end of term. She didn’t say why publicly, but it was for her trial. No flatmates, no boyfriend. Now was the time.
And that brings us up to date. I’ve typed this up over the last few days, and saved as a draft. The final chapter, hopefully, comes tonight.
*******
I’m at Jenny’s house, and I’ve just called the police.
I turned up at Jenny’s door just after seven. Luck was with me - she’d tweeted that she was expecting a Deliveroo takeout. And I got there first.
The idiot actually kept the knife. I’d seen it when I was in her room. When she answered the doorbell, expecting food, and saw me - ah, the look on her face was priceless.
“I’m so sorry! Please, let’s just talk. I didn’t mean it to get this -”
I stalked towards her, anger in my face. Jenny fled upstairs. Perfect! She went into her room and shut the door, but I was like the furies of Greek legend. I smashed the door in, and looked on as Jenny cowered on her bed.
In full daylight, I saw the knife took pride of place in what looked like a shrine. She had photos of me printed out, and she’d written on them “BITCH”, “WHORE”, “FREAK” and all sorts of other hateful words.
Jenny had tried to make me into a murderer, so I gave her what she wanted. I grabbed the knife and stood over her. The coward shrank into the bed, begging for forgiveness, pleading for her life. Unfortunately for her I was not inclined to oblige. I plunged the knife into her chest, just as she had done to Dave all those many months ago. Jenny whimpered like a whipped dog, and after the ninth stab (yes, I counted), she stopped.
The police are on their way. I’m definitely going to jail after this. But Jenny got what was coming to her. We could both have lived happily, but Jenny chose otherwise.
And me? I passed my degree. I have friends. And jail or not, I have a life.
Burn in hell, Jolly_Gal.

Following the timeline of events with the video, photo, and audio evidence - the following articles are helpful - the evidence points to her unfortunately pulling the trigger herself. That doesn’t mean he can’t be held liable and in fact he should and could.
There may be some here who aren’t totally familiar with the OJ Simpson case besides the fact he was acquitted. He was found liable in their deaths in a civil suit brought on by the families of Nicole Brown Simpson and Ron Goldman.
I really hope the family of Mica pursues this avenue and he is held accountable for how he contributed to her death.
Timeline https://www.wmbfnews.com/2024/05/07/robeson-county-sheriffs-office-rules-pastors-wifes-death-suicide/
911 call https://wpde.com/news/local/mica-miller-suicide-pastors-wife-john-paul-miller-robeson-county-sheriffs-office-solid-rock-church-myrtle-beach-self-inflicted-gunshot-wound-north-carolina-medical-examiner-justice-community
Simpson https://www.nytimes.com/1997/02/05/us/civil-jury-finds-simpson-liable-in-pair-of-killings.html

As always, #1 slot does not mean that they're my winner pick, just that they're the most likely nominee. Reddit has a character limit and I go kinda crazy with these so I'll include a link to my elongated list at the bottom.

Picture

1. Dune: Part Two, Warner Bros. Pictures
2. Blitz, Apple Studios
3. Conclave, Focus Features
4. A Real Pain, Searchlight Pictures
5. Hedda, Amazon MGM Studios
6. Sing Sing, A24
7. Pedro Páramo, Netflix
8. Bird, TBD
9. Dìdi, Focus Features
10. The Fire Inside, Amazon MGM Studios
11. The Room Next Door, Sony Pictures Classics
12. Civil War, A24
13. Maria, TBD
14. His Three Daughters, Netflix
15. Gladiator II, Paramount Pictures
16. The Piano Lesson, Netflix
17. Parthenope, A24
18. Joker: Folie à Deux, Warner Bros. Pictures
19. Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga, Warner Bros. Pictures
20. Hard Truths, Bleeker Street

Director

1. Steve McQueen, Blitz
2. Denis Villeneuve, Dune: Part Two
3. Edward Berger, Conclave
4. Andrea Arnold, Bird
5. Nia DaCosta, Hedda
6. Pablo Almodóvar, The Room Next Door
7. Paolo Sorrentino, Parthenope
8. Rodrigo Prieto, Pedro Parámo
9. Jacques Audiard, Emilia Perez
10. Pablo Larraín, Maria

Actor

1. Ralph Fiennes, Conclave
2. Colman Domingo, Sing Sing
3. Barry Keoghan, Bird
4. Tenoch Huerta, Pedro Páramo
5. John David Washington, The Piano Lesson
6. Daniel Craig, Queer
7. Wagner Moura, Civil War
8. Sebastian Stan, A Different Man
9. Gael García Bernal; Holland, Michigan
10. Paul Mescal, Gladiator II

Actress

1. Tessa Thompson, Hedda
2. Angelina Jolie, Maria
3. Carrie Coon, His Three Daughters
4. Marianne Jean-Baptiste, Hard Truths
5. Amy Adams, Nightbitch
6. Julia Louis-Dreyfus, Tuesday
7. Tilda Swinton, The Room Next Door
8. Kirsten Dunst, Civil War
9. Lady Gaga, Joker: Folie à Deux
10. Nicole Kidman; Holland, Michigan

Supporting Actor

1. Samuel L. Jackson, The Piano Lesson
2. Kieran Culkin, A Real Pain
3. Stanley Tucci, Conclave
4. Franz Rogowski, Bird
5. John Lithgow, Conclave
6. Harris Dickinson, Blitz
7. Clarence Maclin, Sing Sing
8. Denzel Washington, Gladiator II
9. Callum Turner, Hedda
10. Stephen Graham, Blitz

Supporting Actress

1. Saorise Ronan, Blitz
2. Joan Chen, Dìdi
3. Nina Hoss, Hedda
4. Natasha Lyonne, His Three Daughters
5. Giovanna Zacarías, Pedro Páramo
6. Danielle Deadwyler, The Piano Lesson
7. Isabella Rossellini, Conclave
8. Eve Hewson, Hedda
9. Elizabeth Olsen, His Three Daughters
10. Kathy Burke, Blitz

Adapted Screenplay

1. Peter Straughan, Conclave
2. Greg Kwedar, Sing Sing
3. Nia DaCosta, Hedda
4. Barry Jenkins, The Fire Inside
5. Mateo Gil, Pedro Páramo
6. Denis Villenueve and Jon Spaihts, Dune: Part Two
7. Marielle Heller, Nightbitch
8. Virgil Williams and Malcolm Washington, The Piano Lesson
9. Justin Kuritzkes, Queer
10. Eric Roth and Robert Zemeckis, Here

Original Screenplay

1. Jesse Eisenberg, A Real Pain
2. Andrea Arnold, Bird
3. Pedro Almodóvar, The Room Next Door
4. Sean Wang, Dìdi
5. Steve McQueen, Blitz
6. David Lowery, Mother Mary
7. Steven Knight, Maria
8. Alex Garland, Civil War
9. Umberto Contarello and Paolo Sorrentino, Parthenope
10. Daina O. Pusić, Tuesday

Animated Feature

1. Spellbound, Apple Studios
2. The Wild Robot, Universal Pictures
3. The Lord of the Rings: The War of the Rohirrim, Warner Bros. Pictures
4. Inside Out 2, Walt Disney Pictures
5. The Glassworker, TBD
6. The Most Precious of Cargoes, TBD
7. Mufasa: The Lion King, Walt Disney Pictures
8. Sauvages!, TBD
9. Memoir of a Snail, TBD
10. Flow, TBD

Documentary

Shortlist Slots: 15

1. Daughters, Netflix
2. Sugarcane, National Geographic
3. The Beauty of Gaza, TBD
4. The Remarkable Life of Ibelin, Netflix
5. Mountain Queen: The Summits of Lhakpa Sherpa, Netflix
6. Dahomey, MUBI
7. Power, Netflix
8. Learn/Apprende, TBD
9. No Other Land, TBD

International Feature

Eligibility Window: 1 November 2023 - 30 September 2024
Shortlist Slots: 15

1. Evil Does Not Exist, Japan (Japanese)
2. Pedro Páramo, Mexico (Spanish)
3. Parthenope, Italy (Italian/Neapolitan)
4. Emilia Perez, France (Spanish)
5. Kill the Jockey, Argentina (Spanish)
6. Kneecap, Ireland (Irish Gaelic)
7. The Remarkable Life of Ibelin, Norway (Norwegian/Danish)
8. All We Imagine as Light, India (Malayalam/Hindi)
9. Grand Tour, Portugal (Portuguese)
10. Dahomey, Senegal (French)
11. Dying, Germany (German)
12. The Girl with the Needle, Denmark (Danish)
13. Last Shadow at First Light, Singapore (Japanese/Mandarin)
14. Motel Destino, Brazil (Portuguese)
15. The Seed Of The Sacred Fig, Iran (Persian)

Cinematography

1. Greig Fraser, Dune: Part Two
2. Edward Lachman, Maria
3. Rina Yang, The Fire Inside
4. Nico Aguilar, Pedro Páramo
5. Yorick Le Saux, Blitz
6. Rob Hardy, Civil War
7. Stéphane Fontaine, Conclave
8. Lawrence Sher, Joker: Folie à Deux
9. Sean Bobbitt, Hedda
10. Robbie Ryan, Bird

Costume Design

1. Jacqueline West, Dune: Part Two
2. Jacqueline Durran, Blitz
3. Paul Tazewell, Wicked: Part One
4. David Crossman and Janty Yates, Gladiator II
5. Massimo Cantini Parrini, Maria
6. Lisy Christl, Conclave
7. Arianne Phillips, Joker: Folie à Deux
8. Shirley Kurata, Opus
9. Francine Jamison-Tanchuck, The Piano Lesson
10. Jenny Beaven, Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga

Editing

1. Joe Walker, Dune: Part Two
2. Peter Sciberras, Blitz
3. Nick Emerson, Conclave
4. Harry Yoon, The Fire Inside
5. Jake Roberts, Civil War
6. Jeff Groth, Joker: Folie à Deux
7. Sam Restivo and Claire Simpson, Gladiator II
8. Marco Costa, Challengers
9. Joe Bini, Bird
10. Margaret Sixel and Eliot Knapman, Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga

Hair and Make-Up

Shortlist Slots: 15

1. Dune: Part Two
2. Civil War
3. Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga
4. Monkey Man
5. A Different Man
6. Hit Man
7. The Apprentice
8. Joker: Folie à Deux
9. Wicked: Part One
10. The Fire Inside
11. Gladiator II
12. Borderlands
13. Maria
14. Nosferatu
15. Challengers

Production Design

1. Zsuzsanna Sipos, Patrice Vermette, and Shane Vieau; Dune: Part Two
2. Arthur Max, Elli Griff, and Jille Azis; Gladiator II
3. Adam Stockhausen and Anna Pinnock, Blitz
4. Suzie Davies and Cynthia Sleiter, Conclave
5. Nathan Crowley, Wicked: Part One
6. Eugenio Caballero and Carlos Y. Jacques, Pedro Páramo
7. Caty Maxey and Lizbeth Ayala, Civil War
8. Mark Friedberg, Joker: Folie à Deux
9. Guy Hendrix Dyas and Sandro Piccarozzi, Maria
10. Colin Gibson and Katie Sharrock, Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga

Score

Shortlist Slots: 20

1. Volker Bertelmann, Conclave
2. Hans Zimmer, Dune: Part Two
3. Alan Menken, Spellbound
4. Gustavo Santaolalla, Pedro Páramo
5. Tamar-kali, The Fire Inside
6. Harry Gregson-Williams, Gladiator II
7. Hildur Guðnadóttir, Hedda
8. Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross, Challengers
9. Anna Meredith, Tuesday
10. Nicholas Britell, Mufasa: The Lion King
11. Bryce Dessner, Sing Sing
12. Hildur Guðnadóttir, Joker: Folie à Deux
13. Kris Bowers, The Wild Robot
14. Thomas Newman, Kinds of Kindness
15. Siddhartha Khosla, The Idea of You

Song

Shortlist Slots: 15, (max 2 per film)

1. TBD from Diane Warren: Relentless
2. TBD from Kneecap
3. TBD from Spellbound
4. "Not My Fault" from Mean Girls
5. TBD from Joker: Folie à Deux
6. TBD from Wicked: Part One
7. TBD from The Idea of You

Sound

Shortlist Slots: 10

1. Dune: Part Two
2. Civil War
3. Twisters
4. Challengers
5. A Quiet Place: Day One
6. Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga
7. Blitz
8. Gladiator II
9. The Fire Inside
10. Joker: Folie à Deux

Visual Effects

1. Dune: Part Two
2. Blitz
3. Twisters
4. Civil War
5. Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga
6. The Fall Guy
7. Wicked: Part One
8. Mufasa: The Lion King
9. Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes
10. Here

BAFTA Casting

1. Blitz
2. Dìdi
3. Conclave
4. Bird
5. Monkey Man
6. The Nickel Boys
7. Wicked: Part One
8. Sing Sing
9. Pedro Páramo
10. The Apprentice

SAG Ensemble

1. Sing Sing, A24
2. Dune: Part Two, Warner Bros. Pictures
3. Blitz, Apple Studios
4. Conclave, Focus Features
5. Hedda, Amazon MGM Studios
6. Civil War, A24
7. Wicked: Part One, Universal Pictures

Stunts

1. Dune: Part Two, Warner Bros. Pictures
2. The Fall Guy, Universal Pictures
3. Monkey Man, Universal Pictures
4. Joker: Folie à Deux, Warner Bros. Pictures
5. Civil War, A24
6. Blitz, Apple Studios
7. Wicked: Part One, Universal Pictures

DGA First Feature

1. Rachel Morrison, The Fire Inside
2. Sean Wang, Dìdi
3. Agathe Riedinger, Wild Diamond
4. Dev Patel, Monkey Man
5. Ellen Kuras, Lee

My long prediction
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I was in HS when the trial occurred and I was the only one in the auditorium who expressed relief when the verdict was read aloud. At the time, I had serious concerns about the blood evidence and the timeline, and grave concerns about Jason.
Since then, really within the last month or so as I’ve revisited the case, following OJs sickness and death, I’ve rewatched some documentaries, listened to Kim’s podcast, and read the transcripts. What I’ve come away with is the closest I’ve ever been to feeling OJ is guilty of the crime. But there are gaps that I cannot recall if they were proven or not.
I’m hoping that you all can help with the issues I have had and it might finally solidify it one way or the other.
Issue 1: The Blood; where it was, and where it wasn’t.
This is a big problem. Each side seems to be trying to minimize their side to bolster their theory. The State argues it was a horrifyingly bloody scene, enough to cover the assailants socks, shoes and gloves, and presumably their pants and shirt as it stands logically that blood that would soak one would not skip the other. But for someone covered in it, enough to smear inside the Bronco, there wasn’t enough to make more than the smears and despite there being deeply soaked footprints, no blood was found on the floorboards or pedals needed to drive the Bronco. Why no blood from a dripping finger cut on the steering wheel?
It seems to me that if you’re covered in the blood, you’d leave, not glancing smears, but standing small pools. Assuming he was wearing enough blood so as to leave smears only inside the bronco. Why once Simpson got to Rockingham, and hopped the 8’ fence, there was no blood or fibers on that fence? It would be impossible for a man if his age and condition to overtake that fence without sliding across it. That would smear it with his DNA, and definitely leave blood transfers.
The only thing that seems to explain this is that Simpson changed his clothes prior to getting in the bronco. The problem with that is the at would assume the crime was premeditated, which seems unlikely as it gave a very small window of time to commit the crime and get back to Rockingham unseen. Also choosing a pair of shoes that only 230 people had in the world isn’t something you logically would do if you’re planning it out.
Jason Simpson remains a very hard fact to overlook for me. To date I’ve heard the State dismiss him outright, but never specifically refute the evidence against him. Again, I don’t have a problem laying blame at OJ; I personally think he was a horrible person, but I can’t get past this.
Jason had a history of violence, mental illness and stopped taking his medications. He had access to the murder weapon type and a criminal history using a knife to assault someone. His journals showed a rage centered on others and a fear he had he’d hurt someone. He had motive, given Nicole’s dismissal of his achievements. He had opportunity and no alibi as his time card was the only one that was hand written when others were electronic punched. And he drove a jeep that could have had much more blood in it.
One curious note for me was that the first person to confront OJ after the chase was Jason, who approached the Bronco and was seen yelling into it before being ushered away by the LAPD. I’ve never heard what was said by the two, and while I don’t think it would have been an admission had Jason played a larger role in the murders, it does make me wonder if in his excited state at the visual of his father about to die by suicide, if he would have uttered something telling. Does anyone have a source for what was said?
OJ hired a defense attorney for Jason the next morning, before he hired on for himself. That has always looked really bad. And lastly, cell phone records not disclosed until after the trial, because they were so new at the time, show Jason called OJ the night of the murders, before OJ talked to his girlfriend, and before his limo to the airport.
What I’ve centered on for years is one of two scenarios:
1:) Jason was angry for Nicole standing him up. He called his father to vent and said he was going over there. OJ tried to talk him out of it, but couldn’t and decided to run over to stop Jason from doing anything stupid.
He got to Nicole’s condo and parked in the back. By then the murders were done. He saw Jason and ushered into the Bronco where Jason admitted he hurt them. The neighbor in a sworn statement saw the bronco with two men sitting inside. OJ, in disbelief, got out and went down the steps of the condo coming upon the bodies and leaving the footprints.
He went back to the Bronco, had Jason give him his clothes and told Jason to get rid of the knife and Jason got in his keep and took off.
OJ drove fast back to Rockingham, saw the limo was early, and looked for a way back inside. He hopped the fence, but first, tossed the bundle of bloody clothes over first. Once over, he banged into the wall alerting Kato, he then grabbed the clothes and ran back into the house, leaving the glove in his haste.
The limo driver saw OJ in dark clothing. If he had the same clothing as he had when the murders were committed, the aforementioned blood transfers would have happened.
OJ ran upstairs leaving drops from the bundle. But nothing significant from his shoes or anything else indicating he was wearing soaked clothes. No blood was found in the drain, indicating a shower didn’t rinse off blood.
Finally, OJ got rid of the clothes on the way to the airport.
What’s required for this is a coverup by the police to plant evidence, primarily the glove and socks which is supported by the animosity in Furman and the sudden appearance of the socks that weren’t there in earlier photographs.
2:) OJ went to Nicole’s after Jason called and told him something that upset him. He parked in the back, went to confront her. She answered the door with a knife and that enraged him. (Supported by OJs agent) He hit her. And then he heard Ron approach, and ducked into the bushes. Ron ran to Nicole’s side, who would have only had minor wounds. This transferred head hair from Nicole to Ron which was found.
OJ came from behind grabbed Ron and stabbed him, Ron spun around taking a glove off. And OJ slashed and stabbed him, punching an artery and causing him to collapse within a minute. OJ then went back to Nicole who was coming back to consciousness and killed her, and then went back to finish Ron.
He opened a wound on his finger he received earlier and dropped small droplets at the scene. And then he left back to bronco.
Jason was there waiting for him, having left the restaurant to stop an angry OJ, and saw what his father did, and Jason and OJ switched clothing. Giving OJ a fresh outfit and shoes so not to transfer large amounts of blood in the bronco. Jason took the clothes and the knife and disposed of it. OJ ran back to Rockingham. And from there cleaned up and flew to Chicago.
This would explain very little blood inside the bronco or house. As OJ likely wouldn’t have thought to take off his socks in the driveway with Jason. It would also explain how shoes covered in blood were never seen again and didn’t leave transfer dna on the carpet in OJs house, as the limo driver would have noticed OJ not wearing shoes.
Jason then disposed of the evidence and was visibly upset with his dad on video after the chase.
This still requires the glove and possibly the socks to be planted, which I do believe happened with at least the glove.
For me, Jason played a role. I can see both easily, and lean toward the second scenario, if for no other reason than it’s hard to see OJ risking life in prison for his son. But I can see Jason keeping quiet since he didn’t play an active role.
Thoughts?

The history: The Sanhedrin convicted Jesus of being a false messiah. They handed him over to Pontius Pilate and the Romans convicted and crucified him for proclaiming himself king over Israel, a direct challenge to the Roman Empire.
The MOST someone can say is that 2,000 years ago, there were 100 co-religionists of Jesus who turned him over to the Romans.
To impute the crime of deicide to modern Jews is disingenuous and dangerous.
If you believe that OJ Simpson killed Nicole Brown Simpson, it would be ridiculous to say that the Blacks of 2024 killed Nicole. In 2000 years, if you said that the Blacks of 4024 killed Nicole Brown Simpson, then you’d be on par with the absurdity of the claim that Jews killed Jesus .

1. This scene from The Cosby Show is super disturbing to watch now, considering Bill Cosby was found guilty of sexual assault after multiple women claimed he slipped them pills and then took advantage of them. One claimed Cosby called the pills "friends to help you relax."
2. The scene from That '70s Show where Hyde acts out what's essentially a rape scene between a record sleeve and a record is also super disturbing in light of actor Danny Masterson's rape conviction.
3. And the scene where Hyde says he sees himself in prison in five years feels strangely prophetic, considering Masterson is now in prison.
4. Similarly, this scene from Glee is eerie considering that Mark Salling ended up being sentenced to 48–84 months in jail after he was arrested on child sexual abuse image possession charges, and then died by suicide.
5. There are actually a ton of scenes involving Mark's character Puck that are super creepy to look back on, including this one where child sexual abuse images and their illegality are actually mentioned.
6. There's this super creepy comment his character makes in one scene...
7. ...Along with this one in another scene...
8. ...And finally, this scene where an underage student asks his character to a Sadie Hawkins dance after he's graduated high school.
9. This scene from iCarly is kind of sad to watch, considering that Friends star Matthew Perry died in his hot tub, with drowning being a contributing factor to his death.
10. It's a little weird to see Chris Brown teaching anyone about women's rights (as his character does in this episode of The O.C.), considering his felony assault conviction after he severely beat his then-girlfriend Rihanna.
11. In Heathers, two of the actors later had untimely deaths that seemed predicted by their characters. Peter (Jeremy Applegate) prays he won't kill himself — the actor later died by suicide. Kim Walker — who had the iconic line, "Did you have a brain tumor for breakfast?" — died of a brain tumor.
12. This line Matt Lauer says on Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt is ironic considering his sexual misconduct accusations — and his sexist interviews with women.
13. Does anyone remember this scene from Seinfeld where Elaine tries to convince her new boyfriend, who shares a name with a serial killer, to change his name? She suggests something more innocuous, like O.J., in reference to O.J. Simpson. The episode aired just months before Nicole Brown Simpson and Ron Goldman were murdered. Simpson would later go to trial for the murders, though he was acquitted.
14. This scene from Parks and Recreation where Louis C.K.'s character calls another character a pervert is weird to see now, considering C.K. admitted to exposing himself to women and masturbating in front of them.
15. As is this line from Bananas, where Woody Allen mentions studying child molestation. Allen's stepdaughter, Dylan Farrow, has long accused Woody of molesting her as a child, which Allen has denied.
16. Actually, a lot of Woody Allen movies are concerning, especially Manhattan, where his character dates a 17-year-old and it's established that they're having sex.
17. Back to Glee — this anti-drug verse Finn sings is super sad to watch back considering the actor, Cory Monteith, died of a drug overdose.
18. This scene from the Jackass Backyard BBQ Special is also sad and prophetic considering Ryan Dunn died in a car crash where he was driving, also killing his passenger.
19. In a lighter example, this line Ben Affleck says in Jersey Girl is funny considering he would later play Batman.
20. This line from iCarly is definitely ironic considering when iCarly was rebooted, it was made without Sam.
21. This scene from Terrifier 2 is kind of funny to see considering Jeffrey Dahmer became a huge Halloween costume the very same year this movie was released, after the Netflix series on Dahmer starring Evan Peters blew up.
22. This scene from The Good Place feels eerie in light of the COVID pandemic that would occur two years later...which was a flu-like virus that potentially came from bats.
23. This line from Scream feels almost like dark sarcasm now, considering all the school shootings in America.
24. And this line from Law & Order similarly didn't age well.
25. This scene from Friends — where Chandler jokes about bringing a bomb on a plane and then gets detained by the TSA — aged poorly before it was even released. They actually had to completely replace the scenes in the wake of 9/11, which occurred after the episode had been filmed but before it aired.
26. Mel Gibson once guest-starred on The Simpsons, and his character joked that he was too lovable and that cops refused to give him tickets. Notably, Gibson would suffer a significant fall from grace after he went on an antisemitic rant while being arrested for a DUI.
27. And finally, we'll end on a positive one, also from The Simpsons: when the show mocked John Travolta by making him a bartender at a '70s bar just weeks before Pulp Fiction flung Travolta straight back into the A-list.

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Here’s all of them I could find across the internet. LMK if you find more and I’ll add them in.
Dates: - 6/16/71: Tupac Birthday - 6/16/94: OJ Simpson Gloves Submission - 6/16/94: Nicole Simpson Funeral - 6/16/11: Kendrick Show in Toronto - 6/16/19: Euphoria Show Release Date - 6/16/23: Grammy Awards restrict AI Usage - 6/16/24: Father’s Day
Bible Verses: - Jeremiah 6:16 - Proverbs 6:16-19 - Luke 6:16 - 1 Corinthians 6:16 - Ephesians 6:16
Other: - 6:16 AM: Time of “6:16 in LA” song drop - 6: Toronto Nickname “The 6” - 16: Drake song “Summer Sixteen” - 6:16: Reference to Drake’s “Time Stamp” Records - 616: Alternative Mark of the Beast Number - Kendrick Samples Al Green on “6:16 in LA”. Al Green was raised in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Grand Rapids area code is 616. Drake’s uncle played guitar on the Al Green sample.

• 6/16 - Tupac’s birthday
• 6/16 - Start of the OJ trial
• 6/16 - Nicole Simpson funeral
• 6/16 - Father’s Day
• 6/16 - Release date of TV show Euphoria
• 6/16 - Date of a 2011 Kendrick show in Toronto
• Drake's have a song called Summer Sixteen and the cover is a big 6
• 6/16/2023 grammy awards restrict AI: only "meaningful" human work will be recognized
• referring to Drake’s “time stamp” records
• Kendrick sampled AL Green on 6:16 in LA.
• AL Green was raised in Grand Rapids, Michigan.
• The area code of Green Rapids in 616.
• Drake's incle played the guitar on the AL Green sample.
• 6:16 - multiple bible references?

• luke 6:16

Judas son of James, and Judas Iscariot, who became a traitor.

• corinthians 6:16

Do you not know that he who unites himself with a prostitute is one with her in body?
For it is said, “The two will become one flesh.”

• proverbs 6:16

There are six things that the Lord hates,
seven that are an abomination to him:
haughty eyes, a lying tongue,
and hands that shed innocent blood,
a heart that devises wicked plans,
feet that make haste to run to evil,
a false witness who breathes out lies,
and one who sows discord among brothers.

Here’s every possible meaning behind 6:16 in LA that I was able to decipher:

1. Reference to Drake’s timestamp series of songs; the most obvious thing.
   
2. Tupac was born on June 16th, 1971.
   
3. Father’s Day in Canada is June 16th.
   
4. Nicole Brown Simpson’s funeral was held on June 16th, 1994, also the day after OJ Simpson tried on the gloves that he allegedly wore when he killed Nicole.
   
5. The first season of Euphoria premiered on June 16th, 2019.
   
6. Kendrick performed at the Sound Academy nightclub (now known as Rebel) in Toronto on June 16th, 2011. I refuse to believe this is just a coincidence.
   
7. Proverbs 6:16-19: “There are six things the Lord hates, seven that are detestable to Him: haughty eyes, a lying tongue, hands that shed innocent blood, a heart that devises wicked schemes, feet that are quick to rush into evil, a false witness who pours out lies, and a man who stirs up dissension among brothers.”
   
8. 1 Corinthians 6:16: “Do you not know that he who unites himself with a prostitute is one with her in body? For it is said, ‘The two will become one flesh.’” I don’t even gotta explain how this one applies to Drake, do I?
   
9. Revelation 6:16: “They called to the mountains and the rocks, “Fall on us and hide us from the face of Him who sits on the throne and from the wrath of the Lamb!” A possible reach, but referring to this verse could be Kendrick’s way of telling Drake that he’ll have no choice but to try and hide from his and God’s wrath.
   

Some might say I’m reaching with this. Some might agree with me. All I know is, Kendrick is way up right now. Sound off in the comments and let me know what y’all think.

All I have gathered

1. Euphoria Pilot https://www.imdb.com/title/tt8135530/
2. Pac's Birthday https://www.britannica.com/biography/Tupac-Shakur
3. Nicole Brown Simpson's funeral https://www.the-sun.com/news/11062698/where-nicole-simpson-buried-did-oj-kiss-funeral/
4. The People of the State of California v. Orenthal James Simpson starts: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murder_trial_of_O._J._Simpson (Only source is Wikipedia where it is not cited)
5. Original / Oldest number for the beast vs SixGod: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Number_of_the_beast
6. Father's Day in Canada: https://www.statutoryholidays.com/fathers-day.php (Changable link)
7. Kendrick's (first?) performance in Toronto: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D3MQgIj86pI
8. Corinthians 6:16 about Drake and his BM: https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1+Corinthians+6%3A16&version=NIV
9. Luke 6:16 about Judas, the traitor on Drake's side: https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke+6%3A16&version=NIV
10. Revelation 6:16 Judgement of the Lamb: https://www.bibleref.com/Revelation/6/Revelation-6-16.html
11. Proverbs 6:16-19 about lying (and other things) as hated by God: https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Proverbs+6%3A16-19&version=NIV
12. (Edit) Drake's constant timestamping https://tidal.com/browse/playlist/e69f4739-33f5-475f-8adf-3f03db4c0c32
13. 6god with 16 year olds (playing into Drake liking girls angle) (ref drspicieboi)

That is at least 10 if you count Bible as 1 reference. A Decuple.
There are also some lucky / funny coincidences like: https://twitter.com/goober99261/status/1786439040264294450 or 616k subs in this subreddit: https://www.reddit.com/KendrickLamacomments/1cjbxod/coincidentally_this/
6:16 in Euphoria track is not the start of Kendrick's attempt at revoking N-word pass, its not even at the end: https://youtu.be/NPqDIwWMtxg?si=qpZKxu487W1yO0kj&t=372

• Victoria Justice
  
• Miranda Cosgrove
  
• Emily Osment
  
• Kat Dennings
  
• Beth Behrs
  
• Monica
  
• Mitchel Musso
  
• Mandy Moore
  
• Ashley Tisdale
  
• Vanessa Hudgens
  
• Lindsay Lohan
  
• Nicole Richie
  
• Jessica Simpson
  
• Carmen Electra
  
• Sisqo
  
• Eliza Dushku
  
• Ashlee Simpson
  
• Leelee Sobieski
  
• Tom Welling
  
• Sean Kingston
  
• Brooke Hogan
  
• Haley Joel Osment
  
• Regina Hall
  
• Anna Faris
  

1. Tupac's birthday is 6/16/1971.
2. Father's day, the song has multiple bars both calling out drake for not being a father and kendrick sonning drake.
3. Multiple Bible Refs. (Revelations 6.16, Jeremiah 6.16, Luke 6.16)
4. 6/16/1994 is the date that the funeral for Nicole Brown Simpson was held.
5. 6:16 as in time, when the track was dropped.
6. drake calling himself 6 god and his links with 16 year olds.
7. subreddit join count of 616K.
8. O.J. Simpson trial start date.
9. Euphoria TV show starting date.
10. 6/16/1858 House divided speech by Abraham Lincoln.
11. (Bonus) The glove in the cover art could mean that he could in more than one way kill drake as a referance to O.J. Simpson murder case, or maybe something that is completely drake related that we do not know about as in the general public, and with the ''receipt'' line in the song itself it would make sense.

anyone who has another suggestion of the meaning can comment freely.
EDIT: basic spelling mistakes.
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Yo do you guys hink the glove might be a play on Oj Simpson murdering nicole and Michael Jackson wearing a glove ?