Remember this book? No, and apparently no one else does, either. Here's the big difference between 2012 and 2001. Back in 2001, a private eye with a history of inserting himself into high-profile cases put out a self-published book with the really strange title of O.J. Is Guilty But Not of Murder . I read the book, interviewed the author, spent some time observing his methods, and then, in a 7,000-word story, tore him a new asshole over his reprehensible way of gathering information to make pure fantasy sound plausible. Few people took note of either his lame book or my takedown. But now it's 2012, and Bill Dear has repackaged the same horseshit he was peddling eleven years ago. The big difference? Well, now there's the Huffington Post. HuffPo bit hard not only on Dear's repackaging of the same old malarkey, O.J. Is Innocent And I Can Prove It , but also on the man himself, buying his tall tales about how he's the best private investigator who ever...