Robert Blake—Didn't he do the crime?

Well the jury didn't think so and acquitted actor Robert Blake who seemingly had his melon overheat one too many times on the night his wife was murdered. Where's Tom Snyder when you really need him? One last in depth interview could be the only telling factor for me—did he or didn't he kill his wife? I am a fan of the man who seems to be an outsider and whenever I caught him on the tube revealing himself (especially on with Tom) it was not only entertainment but also real. I am certain that he has no use for much of society's daily norms or for certain people who try to tell him what to do or how to live. Now, why a man who by all measures seem to thrive on freedom, threaten this by shooting someone, is beyond me—especially after dinner. The man was almost 70 years old at the time and I (much younger) know that after dinner, I like to relax—if there is pasta involved I might even be a little bit drowsy. I am sure that most of you would also agree that if you wanted to blow someone away you might think of a better place to do it than in your own car and right after everyone saw you in a public place with the future victim. But then again, women can make you do a lot of crazy things, especially on a full stomach—and then later on, have you thinking about going to confession. So Blake is out and about. Tom, where are you? Of course you're on the net—and I know that you think Blake should be doing the time for what you think him capable of doing. Your reasoning is that you saw his anger up close. He's an actor for goodness sake. Remember this, most people are angry, for they get up in the morning and for the next ten hours or so, do things they really have no interest in doing. Many of them then go home to their wives and do it all over again the next day. Men killing their wives is big news especially if you're a celebrity and this happens way too often, but shouldn't it be happening more if anger is such a motivator. Simply because you're an angry individual doesn't make you capable of murder. Nobody saw him do it and there is no real evidence. I say leave it to God. Scott Peterson, I hear you—you guilty son of a bitch. Kidding.