Oscar Pistorius' ruin is complete. Today he was convicted of culpable homicide, one of those interesting and obfuscating legal terms that no-one understands. I don't suppose even OP doesn't really know what he's been sent down for. All we do know is that he shot his girlfriend to ribbons; natural justice suggests he shouldn't have done this, and he must atone for this breech of etiquette by spending several years languishing in an South African prison.
The most disappointing aspect to this case is that it exposes, one again, that in order to have a "profile", i.e. to be successful and/or famous, you must first have a touch of psychopathy. This is a dispiriting discovery. Wouldn't it be nice for once to unearth a sleb who isn't a violent, philandering nincompoop? Yes, I think so too.
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