In case you are currently living in Libya...
Or you are a person who doesn't care about baseball...
Or, worse yet, you have your San Francisco Giants loving head up your ass...
I'd like to let you know that there is a federal perjury trial underway in the town where Tony Bennett left his heart.

It is a trial to determine whether Barry Bonds perjured himself before a grand jury in December of 2003.  It seems Mr. Bonds told said jury that he did not know that he was taking steroids.

Yes, really.
I am not making this up.  This is not fiction.  This is not a false Tweet.  It is not a Facebook rumor.  It is information gleaned directly from the record of a Grand Jury.

Back in December of 2003, Barry Bonds sat before a panel of jurors and when asked if his trainer gave him steroids, said, and I am quoting from the grand jury record, "Not that I know of."

LOL
"Not that I know of."
Again, yes, really.
You can look it up.

Barry Bonds, he of the oversized head, shrinking testicles, angry demeanor and infantile personality did not know what he was putting into his body.

If anyone reading this believes for one millisecond that Barry Bonds did not know he was taking steroids, please tell me where you live, where you work, and what you do for a living.

I want nothing to do with you, or the town you call home, or your place of business.

Because if you do in fact, believe that Barry Bonds did not know that he was taking steroids, you are either in a state of denial that by comparison would make Charlie Sheen look sedate, or you are Flowers For Algernon stupid.

Forget the false testimony and cross examination.
Forget the federal charges and lame denials and excuses.
Forget the arrogance that is Barry Bonds.

I don't care anymore about Barry Bonds.  In my mind, he doesn't hold the home run record and he never will.  Mr. Class himself and the number 755 will always ring true for me.  As will 714 and the Bambino be number two.

I could care less if Barry Bonds fell ill and suffered a fate that we wouldn't wish upon Muammar Gaddafi.  He is dead to me, and I am sorry, but that is what you get when you behave like Bonds.  People grow to hate you, to despise you, to wish evil things upon your house.

I am sorry, but I no longer care about Barry Bonds; I do however, care that there are still people out there who believe that Barry Bonds did not take steroids.

I care that morally, these people are just too dense or too in denial to acknowledge that yes, Barry Bonds cheated.

I mean come on!
These people pathetically stand before us and demand that we prove that Bonds took roids!

They whine and bay at the Barry moon and worship at the foot of his big head; they cry out that other players were doing the same thing, and yes, they would be right, and look what it has gotten them.

They sniffle and wipe their nose and remind you that in 2003 baseball did not have a policy against steroids, conveniently omitting the FACT, I repeat THE FACT, that using steroids without a prescription is a FELONY!

Their blind loyalty to Bonds is frightening.  It is also a reality.  A reality that I hope is shattered by a guilty vote.

A guilty vote that I doubt very much is forthcoming.  The trial after all, is being conducted in San Francisco.  A city Bonds owns.

A city I will never visit.

Peace.