Saturday Night Live began its season this year with an opening skit based, of course, on the OJ trial. Tim Meadows played Johnnie Cochran, presenting the defense's closing arguments. In other words, if the prosecution had relied less on the evidence card, the tables might have been turned. But I'm leaving out a step or two. In the face of that uncertainty, produced by explosions and orgies of every sphere, the prosecution attempted to provide an even larger explosion of evidence.
Nothing fits, dimwit.
We have more information than we have meaning to circumscribe it. Cochran's defense ends up being a stunningly succesful piece of argument, when viewed in this way. He constructed an elaborate racially-based conspiracy theory, and then challenged the prosecution to match it, paranoia for paranoia. When they couldn't, the jury turned in a verdict of not-guilty. Except that no one, with the exception of the SNL staff, seems to realize how effective and serious an attack Cochran's ode to paranoia constituted.