An insider said: "They’re a deadly prison gang whose members want to finally deliver OJ fatal justice. It’ll be like tossing meat to wolves. He’ll be dead within weeks." OJ, 61, is likely to end up at Ely when he is sentenced on December 5. He was found guilty of a hotel heist last week — 13 years to the day of his acquittal over the murders of ex-wife Nicole Brown-Simpson and Ronald Goldman.

Guards have put him in an isolation cell at his current Las Vegas jail after he told pals: "I’m a dead man." He is also on suicide watch.

It still kind of amuses me that O.J. has "pals." What kind of "pals" does one make in lockup? Anyway, to be fair, if you're an Aryan prison gang worth your salt you probably have a death warrant on just about everyone.

OJ Fears White Jail Gang 'Hit' [The Sun]

Regardless of how inappropriate his quest to rejuvenate his public persona was, Simpson never shied away from attention. There was never any pangs of guilt of sense of loss or shame — even when strangers would harass him for the murders, he would always just smile, take it, and thank the individual for still caring. It was obvious that after the first trial he lacked even the most basic level of humanity to ever garner any type of sympathy. Besides his slimy lawyers and his small group of celebrity-collecting friends, O.J. will always be remembered as the man who got away with murder then, because he was both morally and financially bankrupt, attempted to capitalize on it in the same way that Kato Kaelin did.

As soon as the sentencing gets handed down, O.J. will never be front-page news ever again. Maybe his death will spark some sort of retrospective that will garner him cultural icon status he so desperately seeks but, thankfully, he won't be around to enjoy that either.

Simpson found guilty [LA Times]

This is why when you want to commit a crime and get away with it you have to go get a knife, kill two people, and then blame racist cops when the DNA proves you did it. Otherwise you're just setting up your co-defendants to testify against you. Which is exactly what Charles Ehrlich just agreed to do.

He's now the fourth to take a plea deal, leaving one co-defendant, Clarence "C.J." Stewart, facing trial with Simpson beginning Sept. 8.

Simpson and Stewart have pleaded not guilty to charges of kidnapping, armed robbery and assault with a deadly weapon that could put them in prison for life if convicted.

Completely true story: After Kellen Winslow's I'm a soldier rant, O.J. saw him out at a local Miami mall and told Winslow to be careful around the media because the media would get you if you weren't careful. Again, completely true story.

Co-defendant pleads guilty will testify against O.J. [Fox Sports]

He said Simpson had smoked pot, took a sleeping pill and was drinking beer when he confided at his Brentwood home weeks after his trial what happened the night of June 12, 1994. Simpson said he went to his ex-wife's condominium, but did not bring a knife with him. Simpson told him Nicole Brown Simpson had one in her hand when she opened the door.

In a soft mumble, Simpson told him: "If she hadn't opened that door with a knife in her hand ... she'd still be alive."

Hey, AP: I've got a scoop! Didn't O.J. essentially lay out the tactics to how he killed his ex-wife (if, you know, only he had done it) in that book last year? Seems about as reputable as the testimony of a shady guy that profited off O.J. and heard a confession while O.J. was intoxicated on three different substances.

Gilbert is the second sports memorabilia dealer to write a Simpson book this year. Thomas Riccio, who arranged a Las Vegas memorabilia sale that led to Simpson's armed robbery arrest, penned "Busted" last month.

Former Gilbert partner Bruce Fromong, who was involved in the Vegas incident, said Gilbert is known for spinning tall tales.

"Mike makes up a lot of great stories," said Fromong. "Mike Gilbert has a ton of skeletons in his closet. He's as dirty as anyone."

Gravy. Put me down for a couple dozen copies of the $28 hardcover.

I've never been much of a superstitious person. A troop of black cats could march in front of me while I smash mirrors under a ladder, and I wouldn't feel the least bit doomed. Yet, I'm a huge karma person. Each week, I do a mental grocery list to make sure I'm on the right side of the universe and try to make up for some of my missteps. Granted, I don't donate enormous amounts of money to charity to counteract them, but I do what I can: The urine-seeping homeless guy may get a pocketful of change shoved in his hand. I'll dole out cigarettes to everyone who asks. I'll stop and patiently listen to the bespectacled young do-gooder with the clipboard as he tries to sell me on financially adopting a dirty child with flies in its eyes.

Finally, O.J. Simpson and his not-so tortured soul is getting absolutely thonked with a karmic boomerang right now. We're talking monkey kid from the Road Warrior-like velocity, here, as he's seemingly headed to the slammer for his Nordbergian Las Vegas robbery attempt of some of his own memorabilia. It's a fitting end to his whole disturbingly wacky life post-murder acquittal. Most of us remember back to that day during America's Trial when the jurors read aloud that mind-numbing verdict. Remember where you were. If you were in college, like me, you may have also had the uncomfortable circumstances of living next to some of the basketball team and listening to them yelp, bang the walls and throw an impromptu party to celebrate. Needless to say, even though I got along with those guys next door, I wasn't about to rush over to hang out on their couch that day to introduce them to my questionable musical tastes as I sometimes would. Rusted Root was not a welcome topic that day.

But it isn't just O.J. who's been shit-winded by karmic justice. In the last few months, there have been plenty of sports figures with shady circumstances surrounding them who've had their own come-uppance: Vick, Belichick, Floyd Landis, Serena Wiliams' ass...

So, this week I'm inserting my plastic Thom Yorke eye, walking my pet chameleon and placing odds on the next athlete to get what's coming to them.

This is what you get...

Kobe Bryant: 2/1

If this dude doesn't get his rectum invaded by a pack of water buffalo before his life is over, there is officially no God. Kobe's always come off as this friendless cocksucker, only concerned about his own self-interest and completely unaccountable for any of his transgressions both in his private and professional life. Well, if you think dragging your horrified wife up on stage during a press conference while you tell the world how you violently fucked the help during his Colorado weekend rehab, I guess that counts. That's contrition. However, his public image has still, for the most part, recovered. As long as he still dominates on the basketball court, all is forgiven. But don't be surprised in three years when he's stricken with a horrible case of dick rot. Actually, pray for it.

Ray Lewis: 1/1

It's so odd that seemingly everyone forgets that Ray Lewis was also maybe, possibly, assuredly somewhat responsible for stabbing a guy to death after a 2000 Super Bowl party. Even better, he took a plea bargain to rat on his two friends who were also arrested that evening. (They were also eventually acquitted.) But, come on, now, Ray — do you honestly think that your only punishment for your involvement in that murder would be undisclosed hush-hush settlements to the dead guy's family and being stripped of a chance to say you're going to Disney World after you won the Super Bowl? If Ray Lewis has successfully changed his image, great. Maybe he won't get sliced open by a random stranger one night while he's out clubbing. But he'll definitely be greeted by those screeching shadow demons from the movie Ghost, the minute his dancing ass bites the dust.

Roger Clemens: 2/1

Oh, steroids, you say? Not a chance. Roger does squats all year with beer kegs on his back when he's not playing baseball. He's always in great shape. Selfish? Nah. Come on, who wouldn't want to string organizations and fans along just long enough to broker yourself another ridiculous one-year contract. Evil? Hey, throwing at people's heads is part of the game. Even if is your own son. There's nothing wrong with a little competitive spirit in a person. Can't wait until the unauthorized biography on this guy comes out, revealing him to be the most diabolical player in history. After that, he'll be completely abandoned by those who once adored him. Except for Emmylou Harris.

Magic Johnson: 1/4

Sure, he got sprayed with AIDS as a result of his Herculean sport-fucking and infidelity, but unlike most of America who gets the disease, Magic Johnson didn't die or become ostracized by the league. No, he became a talk-show host. A basketball coach. He un-retired from basketball. A movie theater mogul. A national martyr. A world-wide hero. And, still, it's been almost 20 years since this guy's been HIV'd and yet, there's nary a atrophying muscle or even a raspy cough to be found. Other less notable, less wealthy people with the same disease have had to die at his expense because he keeps getting his name bumped up to the top of the list for all the good meds. Or? He completely made the whole thing up, just so he wouldn't look like such a pussy-poaching scumbag and lose all his endorsement deals.

The fat kid from the upcoming movie SuperBad (AKA, Jonah Hill) is saying that OJ stole a woman from him at a nightclub in Miami. In Jonah's own words:

"All of a sudden O.J. Simpson walks by - in the nightclub. She looks at O.J., then she looks back at me and she says, 'Peace,' and then walks away and starts dancing with O.J. He's famous for killing women and their friends! That's how pathetic I am. A night with O.J. and possibly getting murdered is better than some sort of sexual experience with me."

Hey: It happens.

O.J. Is Having A Bad Week [Winning The Turnover Battle]