No Orenthal

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The Bills made a decision I finally agreed with:

They aren’t putting Orenthal James Simpson’s name on the wall of honor or ring of honor or whatever the hell they call it when they move into their billions dollar palace.

Yep.

They took the high road, deciding not to honor a man who nearly decapitated two people.

I didn’t  believe it was much of a question, but turns out I was wrong about that.

The billions we spent as welfare for the billionaire makes people believe that they should have a say in what happens, and from the comments I see, O.J. should be honored.

“We are bending over backwards for the politically correct libtards! The Juice was the greatest Bills player ever. The incident after he retired shouldn’t have no bearing on nothing!”

The grammatical disaster of the last sentence aside, I think this genius is pissed about it.

And referring to a double murder as an ‘incident’ might show how uncaring people have become.

Zero empathy.

Totally unhinged.

Yeah, the fact that he murdered two people DOES erase all of his accomplishments.

He should not be remembered for anything other than the horrific ‘incident’ that resulted in the end of life for two young people.

I was fond of saying that O.J. on the wall was the reason for the curse on the Bills, and that they wouldn’t win anything until the team showed a little compassion.

After reading all the comments, the curse should stay…

…until Bills fans figure out that beheading people erases loving someone for running down a field holding pig skin.

Politically correct.

Indeed.

Read through the comments…

…the genius fans are blaming everyone from Kathy Hochul to Jimmy Carter in their defense for the double murderer.

Freaking libtards.


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