The one good thing you can say about Oscar Pistorius is that he sure puts anything Lance Armstrong did wrong into perspective.
Pistorius, in a bid to become the next O.J. Simpson (don’t be surprised if he has a book out soon), either murdered his super-hot girlfriend early this morning, or accidentally murdered his super-hot model girlfriend early this morning because he mistook her for a burglar and shot her – several times.
If he mistook Reeva Steenkamp for a burglar, then his eyes are as bad as his legs. If he thought he was being burgled inside his gated community, he should have called the guards. That’s what they’re paid for. What kind of a gated community is that, anyway?
In short, I don’t think Pistorius has a leg to stand on. His story is bullshit. Of course, that’s up to a jury to decide. (I think, maybe it’s just up to a judge. Maybe they flip a coin. Honestly, I don’t know how they do it in South Africa).
Anyway, innocent until proven guilty and all that, but I, personally, as an objective and disinterested observer who has no interest or influence on the outcome of this case, think he’s as guilty as O.J. Simpson, as guilty as Casey Anthony. Totally, shameless scumbag guilty.
It just goes to show, as it always just goes to show, that there’s no reason in the world to think that great athletes are necessarily good people. Same goes for actors, and any other famous types. Logically, they should have the same ratio of bad people to good people as society in general.
Usually, though, it seems like they’re a whole lot worse. Maybe that’s just because everybody focuses on a celebrity story, and everybody zooms in like a hawk when there’s a murder story, so it gets a lot more attention. Maybe it’s the extreme competitiveness of the environment, which either draws people who are mentally unstable to it, or actually prods them in that direction.
I suspect Pistorius was always a bit off. But, who knew? He was never reported on as a paranoid gun nut.
By comparison, Lance Armstrong is a goddamned saint.
