Oscar Pistorius killed the thing he loved, and he must be bailed out.
The man known as the Blade Runner for his prosthetic legs of bouncing steel did it not with a bitter look, or unflattering word. He shot a beautiful woman four times through a bathroom door.
If someone wins an Oscar this year, it may be Pistorius, which may win the pistoriusing contest among actors.
If you need a bitter look or a flattering word, the Blade Runner outdoes his android movie counterpart.
The other Oscar who went to prison for consorting in the bedroom, not killing a brave man, did it with a kiss. Oscar Wilde was middle-aged when he went to jail.
Pistorius has committed his crime while young, and he may not go to jail if South Africa’s byzantine legal system acts like Pontius Pilate and washes its hands of him.
Fans may wash their hands and let Pistorius walk away on his hands like a circus act.
There is nothing kind about Oscar Pistorius and even less sympathetic. The dead so soon grow cold, even when crocodile tears dampen the cheeky demeanor of the killer.
The defense is that he has killed the thing he loved, and it is left to us to sigh and wonder why.