Just guessing here, but it sounds as if the upcoming Jerry Sandusky trial has a chance to make O.J. all nostalgic for the Johnny Cochran/Marcia Clark/Judge Ito days.
Which is to say, the guy's gonna get every break in the book.
Bad enough that they named the jury the other day, and half of them either work for Penn State or are Penn State season ticketholders. Which makes you think the daily dress code is going to include blue-and-white pompons, and the mood du jour will be excessive perkiness, particularly when they get to the part of the script that calls for them to chant "Jer-ry, Jer-ry, Jer-ry."
Yeah, boy. Impartiality's got a real shot here.
That's not the worst part, though.
The worst part is the alleged victims will be required to state their names when they take the stand, a practice victim advocates rightly believe could have a chilling effect on future abuse victims ever coming forward. That might not have been in issue in the days when mainstream media was the all the media there was -- many outlets refuse to reveal the names of alleged abuse victims as a matter of course -- but this is 2012, the era of the citizen journalist/blogger/busybody with a cellphone camera.
The accompanying era of ethical standards went by the wayside, once a "journalist" became anyone who could navigate the interwhatsis. Now there are no standards, which means those victims' names are going to be all over the web as soon as they're forced to utter them.
And, yes, I know this makes me sound like a clueless geezer shaking his bony fist and demanding those damn kids get off his lawn. But so be it. Get off my lawn, anyway.
And pitch a tent. The circus is about to come to town.