Welcome to The Big Jewel, where we like to believe we are immune to the tyranny of topicality and the seductiveness of celebrity. We had originally accepted this week's piece by Mike Richardson-Bryan because it reminded us of a bygone era -- a kinder, gentler time when a simple sports hero-sociopath could get away with a double homicide scot-free. O.J. Simpson was so far out of the public eye that many people were starting to mistake him for Katie Couric. Imagine our surprise, then, when O.J.'s Las Vegas shenanigans suddenly brought the following story back into the realm of the newsworthy. No doubt about it, the Juice has made things tough for himself. Even if he beats the rap again, he will be a busy man working two shifts: days to find the real killer, and nights to find the real burglar... An Open Letter To O.J. Simpson From The Real Killer By Mike Richardson-Bryan Dear O.J., It's me, the real killer...Imagine my surprise when, upon your acquittal, you dedicated your life to tracking me down and bringing me to justice. I had a good laugh about it, at first. "Oh, no," I said to myself, feigning a tremble, "O.J. Simpson is gonna sleuth me out." But the laughter soon gave way to panic when it became clear that you were serious. Dead serious... For the full article please visit http://www.thebigjewel.com To unsubscribe from The Big Jewel's Hilarious Weekly Email please send an email with the word UNSUBSCRIBE in the subject line to neilpasricha@xxxxxxxxx