Yesterday, it was reported that O.J. Simpson’s suit from his infamous murder trial was rejected from being shown at the Smithsonian Institution. Today, the LAPD announced that the regret putting on display the clothing worn by Sen. Robert F. Kennedy when he was assassinated in 1968.  Hmmm? How did they think that would slip under the radar of NOT offending members of the Kennedy family.

As a part of the California Homicide Investigators Association Conference in Las Vegas, the exhibition, “Behind-The-Scenes: The LAPD Homicide Experience,” showcased evidence from notorious cases during the past 100 years, including actress Marilyn Monroe’s death, the Manson family murders and the O.J. Simpson homicides. (What’s up with all this O.J. clothing in the news?) This morbid display also featured Robert Kennedy’s  dress shirt, tie and jacket worn on the day of his assignation–until members of the Kennedy clan complained that they were highly offended.

If you’re planning to attend the event, don’t be dismayed: you’ll still be able to see artifacts from the Bank of America shootout and Onion Field killing. Now it’s on to Chicago and let’s win there.

Besides throwing her a series of softball questions, Jay also let the former governor of Alaska performstand up comedy on the show; a new low for both the world of comedy and the Tonight Show.

Obviously written by a team of Tonight Show writers, what Sarah Palin’s stand upcomedy act could have benefited from was a crazy catchphrase.

Palin needed an astute line that would help pull in her target audience–something that would reach the lowest common denominator that comprises her fan base and speaks to the real America.

Is Sarah Palin destined to be the next Larry the Cable Guy? In my idyllic world, here’s how I’d love to see Sarah Palin’s new career as a stand up comedian:

So I captured video of a few of Oscar’s funniest moments. What’s your favorite Oscar funny moment? Was it Roberto Benigni jumping over the tops of people’s heads? How about Jack Palance doing one-armed pushups? Surely you must have marveled at the infamous Oscar streaker.

Freedom Haters wants to know!

Can you imagine O.J.’s murder trial suit on display next to Fonzi’s jacket and Archie Bunker’s chair? I think it would look great alongside other cultural shames as George W. Bush’s flight jacket he were on the  aircraft carrier  during his Mission Accomplished speech.

What people don’t realize is Americans’ love O.J. Simpson: Americans’ love the cult of celebrity and O.J. Simpson is one of the most famous people they might ever encounter. I know this first hand when a few years back I was hired to work on a zany Punk’d, hidden camera ripoff entitled, Juice’d. It was a hidden camera show where after a prank would be pulled,O.J. Simpson would pop out and say, “You’ve been Juice’d.”

I was hired to be O.J.’s funny, little sidekick; I spent 2 weeks filming hidden camera pranks with O.J.

Read on to find out a taste of this train wreck of Americana was like……..

In a nondescript recording studio in Burbank, we’re waiting for OJ to show up, in the same anticipation as on the set ofApocalypse Now, waiting for an overweight Brando.

A weird hush comes over the crew as OJ arrives with his handlers, talking on a cell phone, walking with a fragile limp. I was expecting OJ to be Fat Albert fat. But he’s not (though have a really large head in turns of cranial capacity).  A shady entourage surrounds the affair. I heard Warren G, OJ’s bodyguard, just got out of jail, his driver doesn’t have a driver’s license, and some LA manager-type in a sports coat keeps saying things on his cell phone like, “I’m hanging out with OJ right now. I could sell this footage to 20/20 for twenty grand.”

OJ has been made to dress like a gangsta rapper (ironically wearing a wife-beater).   The first thing OJ Simpson says to me is “Why don’t you push me!” I’ve just met OJ and now he wants me to shove him. The “funny” prank involves singers and dancers coming in for an audition. All they know is it’s for a celebrity’s music video. What these “victims” won’t know, the celebrity is actually, yes, OJ Simpson.

“This is my first audition,” shares an enthusiastic 18-year-old. She drove an hour to get here, one of the dozens of hopeful performers who’ve taken time out of their day with big dreams (stupid people with their dreams), thinking they’re here for an audition, only to soon be humiliated on camera. I feel bad. We’re just wasting people’s time.

“When the ad says I’d make $750 per day, that pisses me off,” screams an auditioner, afterwards, clearly not happy with the free Juiced T-shirt.

While wearing a pink belly-shirt and going by the name Power, my part is to go in and audition with a group of dancers, screw things up, and then get in a big argument with OJ Simpson. So, as requested, I shove OJ (I think I even scream “Do you want a piece of me!”).

I expected once OJ made an appearance, people would freak out and run screaming from the room. I expected people to react with horror. There most likely would be crying. Some might think, yes, the devil himself now has a reality show. But that’s not the case at all.

“You’ve been Juiced!”

People are actually thrilled to meet OJ Simpson (it’s great he gets to show America his practical joking side). They, instead, react with celebrity worship. After all, OJ was, innocent in one of his two trials

“Why don’t you all dance around OJ,” the director instructs a group of excited girls.

OJ, attempting to be the lady’s man, adds “This is not working out, but if you want to have dinner later…”

Yes, OJ loves the ladies. Later, while wearing disguise in a tropical fish store, he tries to be suave with a girl asking, “If I were OJ, would you try to go out with me?”

“I’m only seventeen,” replies the girl.

OJ retorts, “If you were eighteen, I’d try and go out with you!”

For the evening, as a way to promote the upcoming city-wide RoboGames, bipedal hominid bartenders were replaced by mechanized versions that came in many shapes, sizes and designs. And all around us, we witnessed robots and humans working together for a common purpose: to help attendees get drunk.

Inspired by the awesome Vienna-based festival Roboexotica (aka Festival fur Cocktail-Robtik), BarBot was brought to our shores three years ago by David Calkin as a prelude to his expo, RoboGames.

But instead of robots battling it out to the death, their purpose is to pour the perfect cocktail for tech maestros, programmers, cyberpunks and those who just plain love booze.

After all the cocktails are consumed, who will be left standing: man or machine?

It was a delightful, picturesque evening of robotic/booze fun. If you want to check out the full photo story just follow the link toAsylum.

Below is a few excerpts from Stack’s angry manifesto. Can anyone argue that it doesn’t sound exactly like the ramblings of puffy-faced Alex Jones? Or at least the teachings of Jones, along with the tri-corner hat Tea Party Patriots can be heard echoing in his words. Sure disturbed Stack wasn’t a Tea Party member, but this Lone Wolf acted in the footsteps of their ideology–only in the most extreme manner. We laugh when we see the angry Tea Party Town Hall meetings. The group quickly dismisses the few nuts who carry Obama=Hitler signs as not fair representations of the movement. As Joseph Andrew Stack proved, by slamming his plan into the side of Austin’s IRS building, here’s what happens when the lone nuts act out their frustrations. How many other lone ticking time bombs are out there ready to carry out their anti-goverment stance? There words would make Alex Jones and the Tea Party proud; there actions disgust all.

And now, click on to read excerpts from Alex Jones’s, I mean Joseph Andrew Stack’s rambling manifesto……..

-We are further brainwashed to believe that there is freedom in this place, and that we should be ready to lay our lives down for the noble principals represented by its founding fathers.

- The joke we call the American medical system, including the drug and insurance companies, are murdering tens of thousands of people a year and stealing from the corpses and victims they cripple, and this country’s leaders don’t see this as important as bailing out a few of their vile, rich cronies. Yet, the political “representatives” (thieves, liars, and self-serving scumbags is far more accurate) have endless time to sit around for year after year and debate the state of the “terrible health care problem”. It’s clear they see no crisis as long as the dead people don’t get in the way of their corporate profits rolling in.

-I know I’m hardly the first one to decide I have had all I can stand. It has always been a myth that people have stopped dying for their freedom in this country, and it isn’t limited to the blacks, and poor immigrants. I know there have been countless before me and there are sure to be as many after. But I also know that by not adding my body to the count, I insure nothing will change. I choose to not keep looking over my shoulder at “big brother” while he strips my carcass, I choose not to ignore what is going on all around me, I choose not to pretend that business as usual won’t continue; I have just had enough.

-I saw it written once that the definition of insanity is repeating the same process over and over and expecting the outcome to suddenly be different. I am finally ready to stop this insanity. Well, Mr. Big Brother IRS man, let’s try something different; take my pound of flesh and sleep well.