A lewd joke.

Time for bed, but first, I must blog my feelings about today's legal events. They are best expressed by a foul joke I heard from a co-worker:

What do Michael Jackson and caviar have in common?

They're both black and come on little white crackers.

If you have seen any interviews with the jurors, please explain to me what they were thinking. I just don't get it. In the words of Michael, "That's hurtful."