Logically, I know that Phil Spector’s guilty verdict doesn’t “make up” for OJ’s acquittal.  Emotionally, however, I feel vindicated. To a small degree, at least. The fact that Spector’s jury could deadlock in the first place still amazes me. But at least those ten jurors hung onto their convictions (pun intended). Had they allowed some renegade Henry Fonda-type to twist their arms, Phil Spector would be running free today on the streets of LA, scooping up ugly wigs, hair dye and gun cocktails to serve up to a host of blondes in his kitchen.

But no, Spector was convicted.  Karma is alive and well. What goes around comes around.

So. Famous white guys can’t kill women anymore, and get away with it. Well, not when they run screaming out of their house to tell their driver ”I think I killed somebody.” And certainly not when they’re discovered with a smoking gun in their hands, standing over a dead body.  In a pool of blood. It seems that even talented, famous white guys can’t get away with using the old prescription drug withdrawal defense, anymore.

(Please. Twinkie highs are a LOT more unpredictable! Though the defense may only work for shooting homosexuals.)

Maybe one day famous people won’t be able to kill their wives, either. Or beat the crap out their girlfriends.

Now, if only we could get Robert Blake on kidnapping, assault, and grand larceny of Baretta collectibles….