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SPECTORACULAR

It has finally started.

It is about fucking time.

The Spector trial.

You may not even know about it (or care) but for SoCal folks it is manna.

It has everything.

A long dimmed star of the rock firmament.

A B movie actress turned, well probably, hooker.

A murder or closely observed suicide.

A history, on the defendant's part, of kinky sex with firearms instead of body parts.

And so on.

It may be that the rest of the country is watching the news about Cho and Gonzo and the latest bushie episode of the take-down presidency, but we are into the trial.

I am not going to the gym these days but I remember that the gym guys already had the trial a couple of years ago when Phil got arrested for the murder.

He was found guilty and they also threw in a few other convictions for crimes that he was not charged with; snuffing for sexual release (well maybe) and necrophilia.

Incidentally, necrophilia was not illegal in California until 2004.

For those of you from other parts of the country who would like to get a taste of the first day events, here is our resident cynic and rabble rouser Steve Lopez.

Glad That Spector Didn't Take a Powder

Incidentally, those big, big black guys are Spector's personal bodyguards. I first saw them in an LATimes photo.

In that one, they are pushing and shoving to get their man through the crowd.

I would move.

I was so taken with the scene that I went and found this photo on Google.

I love to find things like this.

It is a showcase. No shit.

Labels: California, lopez, spector