PRETORIA, South Africa — Early on Feb. 14, Oscar Pistorius says, he heard a strange noise coming from inside his bathroom, climbed out of bed, grabbed his 9-millimeter pistol, hobbled on his stumps to the door and fired four shots.
“I fail to understand how I could be charged with murder, let alone premeditated,” Mr. Pistorius said in an affidavit read Tuesday to a packed courtroom by his defense lawyer, Barry Roux. “I had no intention to kill my girlfriend.”
Prosecutors painted a far different picture, one of a calculated killer, a world-renowned athlete who had the presence of mind and calm to strap on his prosthetic legs, walk 20 feet to the bathroom door and open fire as his girlfriend, Reeva Steenkamp, cowered inside, behind a locked door.
“The applicant shot and killed an unarmed, innocent women,” Gerrie Nel, the chief prosecutor, said in court on Tuesday. That, Mr. Nel argued, amounted to premeditated murder, a charge that could send Mr. Pistorius to prison for life.
I don’t know what the fuck goes on in South Africa that makes you so afraid for your life that you would shoot a bathroom door before knocking.
Maybe the guy really had to pee? Maybe the kitchen sink was full of dishes? No one likes to piss on the dishes in the middle of the night. It’s bad form. Not that I haven’t done it once or twice, but I generally tend to avoid it when I can.
My fight or flight instinct usually leans toward flight. I run away crying like a baby. I’m not ashamed of it. It’s worked for me so far.
I would think that the Blade Runner would have been fast enough to run like hell to the neighbors door and call the police. Or crawled, if he couldn’t get his gear on fast enough.
I don’t know what is going in on South Africa. Maybe being a legless white guy in post apartheid S.A. is scary.
I might have hidden behind the bed and gotten loud. “Come out with you pants up! I have a gun” At least you would have given the poor girl a warning.
But who the fuck really cares about what actually happened? We’ll never know and it doesn’t really matter. This super hot woman is gone forever. What a waste. She was delicious.
It’s time for speculation and judgement. We’re all just looking forward to the trial aren’t we? When was the last time we had a really good trial? Casey Anthony? That was a long time ago. Too long if you ask me.
I wonder if OJ Simpson is shaking his head at Oscar. Maybe he ought to offer himself as a trial consultant. I bet the Juice can Skype from his jail cell.