Regarding the late O.J. “attorney” and late father of the Kardashian bimbo clan: On the morning after Nicole Brown and Ron Goldman were found slashed to death in 1994, Robert Kardashian slunk off O.J.’s Rockingham estate – undetected except for this snippet of videotape – unrecognized by the throngs of reporters gathered outside. The tape shows Kardashian slipping away with a bulging Louis Vuitton garment bag, believed to have contained O.J.’s bloody clothes and murder weapon.
It was Kardashian’s home in Encino to which Simpson went after his return from Chicago the day after the murders, and from which he fled when police came to arrest him a few days later. During the subsequent car chase, during which police followed Simpson’s Ford Bronco for 60 miles along LA’s freeways, Kardashian spoke to his old pal by cell phone, Simpson giving the appearance of being suicidal. It was Kardashian who read – gravely and melodramatically – Simpson’s self-pitying letter on television, supposed to be interpreted as his grief-stricken farewell.
When the verdict was read at the trial, Robert Kardashian looked…”surprised”, even though he himself disposed of the evidence. I guess he thought the overwhelming DNA and buckets of blood evidence was going to be enough, and that the little duffel bag incident was not going to be a game changer. He overestimated the jury of O.J.’s peers and helped let the double slaughterer walk. When Kardashian was later interviewed by Barbara Walters, he expressed “concerns” over the DNA blood evidence linking O.J. to the murders, ending his friendship with his pal.
God struck Robert Kardashian dead in 2003 when he was only 59, just eight weeks after having been diagnosed with esophageal cancer. Under California law, lawyers must take their clients’ confidences to the grave. So, unless O.J.decides to fess up about how Robert Kardashian and from Kato Kaelin helped him cover up the fact he butchered those people, the contents of the bag will remain secret.
We don’t have Robert Kardashian to boot around, but we do have the spawn of this odious, phlegmatic slimebucket. At the very least, let’s stop treating this spawn as “stars”. They ought to be sequestored in shame somewhere like lepers, exiled like the Romonovs or the Marquis de Sade. Instead, they use that shameful name for gain, for celebrity. They are tertiary celebrities, two murders removed (like being a third cousin, two murders removed). Their “celebrity” is entirely derived from that of the double-murderer. Kim has leveraged O.J.’s celebrity by engaging the services of a gaggle of high-priced plastic surgeons, hyper-shopping, ass-xrays, sleeping with black guys (often on tape), and filming her banal and derivative life as a role in “reality” TV series with other tertiary and quaternary celebrities, two murders removed, sharing her last name, but (weirdly), living in Olympian Bruce Jenner’s house.