Don’t go thinking that little trick of suspending Operation North Pole by the U.S. postal service was due to budgetary and/or logistical reasons. It was a political action and if such shenanigans aren’t True Crimes they ought to be.
Featured also in this True Crime post, two political correctness actions by investigators that might have caused even more rape and murder for the stunning depth of investigations tainted by fear of offending a perp.
The pathetic deaths of Shanaya Davis and Elizabeth Olten, more sad and puzzling details released.
Stupid Criminal and Under the Radar…a death in Chicago…very questionable. All in this True Crime post. ======== Here’s a fiction story ready for Thanksgiving Turkey titled, appropriately, “The Case of the Missing Turkey”.
It had been in her oven for sure until a half hour before serving. Then her turkey turned up missing. She did the only thing she could do under the circumstances. She stole her neighbor’s turkey.
Which action landed her in jail and other hilarity that is a tale to repeat each Thanksgiving holiday.
Week Ending Sunday 11/15/09 Here’s two movie reviews, raves both of them. They are so different but provide entertainment and thought. We look at the drama of dogs in “Beverly Hills Chihuahua”. It’s totally not believable but it’s a good watch.
“Juno” brings a special pang to the heart of this reviewer as I once found myself in a very similar situation to Juno. But I would never have made the same choice as the quirky Juno. Read the rave review and the personal story that had me and mine going such a different route. ============== It’s time for a True Crime post and some updates on the Balloon Boy, Dave Letterman, Murdering Muslims and William Jefferson, DEMOCRAT, Louisiana.
New this week we have sexual perversion stories buried in jars on a remote farm, a fine fellow who murders his senile father on a public beach with a bevy of witnesses.
We’ll leave the biggest True Crime this past week of an Islamonut murdering 12 of our country’s finest to other reporters. But we do have another horrific crime done in the name of this fine religion that will bring tears to your eyes and rage to your heart. For these people even murder their own children by running them over in a car.
Also, what’s the real story of baby Shannon and where’s the other missing kid from 1987?
It was THREE hours that those airline pilots were out of touch and where’s the outrage?
Updates on Rodney King and Al Sharpton that will surprise, Italians find American CIA guilty and those very dangerous U.N. windows that cause so many deaths.
Couple of updates on some old crimes in this True Crime post, one really old but desperately in need of a revisit.
I speak of Gary Condit, that congress critter who lied endlessly about his relationship with Chandra Levy and his activities in the days leading up to her disappearance.
Chandra Levy’s body was found. Now some pathetic immigrant has been charged with Chandra’s murder. Is yet another injustice in the making here?
Two mystery crimes grab the headlines-one a 9 year old murdered by a 15 year old and another involving a 15 year old rape victim whose torment was witnessed by many fine folks who couldn’t bother to call 911.
The horrific human who led the murderous torture rampage on Channon Christian and Christopher Newsom finally gets sentenced.
Don’t go thinking that little trick of suspending Operation North Pole by the U.S. postal service was due to budgetary and/or logistical reasons. It was a political action and if such shenanigans aren’t True Crimes they ought to be.
Featured also in this True Crime post, two political correctness actions by investigators that might have caused even more rape and murder for the stunning depth of investigations tainted by fear of offending a perp.
The pathetic deaths of Shanaya Davis and Elizabeth Olten, more sad and puzzling details released.
Stupid Criminal and Under the Radar…a death in Chicago…very questionable. All in this True Crime post. ======== Here’s a fiction story ready for Thanksgiving Turkey titled, appropriately, “The Case of the Missing Turkey”.
It had been in her oven for sure until a half hour before serving. Then her turkey turned up missing. She did the only thing she could do under the circumstances. She stole her neighbor’s turkey.
Which action landed her in jail and other hilarity that is a tale to repeat each Thanksgiving holiday.
Pic of the Day
Our Throwaway Kid Society & Shaniya Davis
She’s the same age as my own precious granddaughter. The last picture of little Shaniya alive was shown across the airwaves as she was being carried on an elevator inside a local hotel by some decrepit sort who turned out to be her alleged murderer.
Searchers found Shaniya Davis' body early Monday afternoon about 100 feet off a road southeast of Sanford, in central North Carolina, Fayetteville Police spokeswoman Theresa Chance said.
There are just no words. It’s the strangest story of recent True Crime. The mistreatment of Shaniya Davis, the rape, the abduction, the murder, are all indicators of our “throwaway kid” society.
I’m not going to lay the blame on the widespread availability of abortion. Although that’s part of it.
It’s that a baby can be aborted from its mother’s womb mere moments before birth, that a baby can be aborted from its mother’s womb if there’s too many babies in that same womb and the mother doesn’t want them all, it’s that a baby can be left on certain door stoops with no criminal persecution.
It’s a slippery slope, so I allege. We shrug off the forced removal of the gestating from its mother’s womb and it becomes small matter. I know it can’t be changed; we can’t go back to how it once was.
But you get to walking on a slippery slope. Even the liberals in Europe have limits on abortion, usually within the first trimester. Because a fine, fine group of judges sat on their supreme perches and passed laws, something that’s NOT their job, the normal nuances and restrictions involved in passing laws were not done. Next thing you know ole Joe Blow gets hisself a doctor’s license from the Kingdom of Palu in the South Pacific and he’s pulling full term babies out of their mother’s bodies God knows for what reason.
Next thing some snit bitch discovers she’s carrying triplets so she says…nope, not gonna do it, too much work…abort one of them.
Soon the “ownership” of a child expands way beyond that first trimester, say maybe up to even a full five years of age.
Because Shaniya’s mother owed some pervert drug dealer some bucks and hey, she had a five year old to sell.
The story of how the final sad sale of Shaniya came about is not at all clear. Instead we currently get dribs and drabs from Nancy Grace. Who’s very angry by the way.
And Shaniya’s father, what a doofus. He does the drama queen act first when Shaniya went missing, then after her precious body was found discarded amidst a bunch of deer carcasses, then he shows up on Nancy Grace’s show with yet another illegitimate child of his, also with a black woman it would seem.
Yes I know Shaniya’s father didn’t kill the child and I’m sure he grieves. But his histrionics seemed over the top when hey, he might have kept the child from her heinous mother. After all there had to be some reason why HE had custody of the girl and not her mother.
So why shouldn’t Shaniya’s mother face the death penalty? Who says you have to commit mass murder to get that needle?
I think if Shaniya’s mother had an appointment with Dr. Death perhaps mothers across the fruited plains who consider their children their own chattel to torture and abuse as they see fit might get a message that children are precious innocents here in America and we intend to protect them with the full force of our law.
Elizabeth Olten Killed By Demon 15-Year-Old Girl
The story of 9-year-old Elizabeth Olten’s disappearance and subsequent discovery of her body broke around the end of October and was covered on this Blog HERE.
At the time, as is my wont, I was watching Nancy Grace, who was very angry by the way, and I got a lot of the updates on the Olten girl on her show. But even Nancy Grace, who was quite angry, wouldn’t reveal the identity of the 15-year-old girl although she did state that she knew the girl’s name.
So the name of little Elizabeth Olten’s murderer has now been released. Most shocking of all, the confessed murderer, Alyssa Bustamonta’s reason for killing Elizabeth is that she wanted to know what it was like to kill someone.
On the Nancy Grace show on 11/18/09, when Nancy Grace was very angry by the way, a reporter was featured on the show who had been in court the day Alyssa Bustamonta was charged. It was revealed that this senseless murder was very much premeditated. Bustamonta had dug two graves five days before she killed Elizabeth. Elizabeth Olten had been strangled and also had her throat slit.
The fine, fine Alyssa Bustamonta has a Facebook page where is featured a video showing her fine self shocking her little brother on an electric fence, as well as her self.
I can’t even make any intelligent commentary on this case. It is, hopefully, at this point so rare that one can only shrug with incomprehension.
Elizabeth Olten was a bright, personable, loving child who should be laughing and enjoying each new day. But monsters like Elizabeth Bustamonte, who will be tried as an adult by the way, are sometimes born with Satan inside of them.
No one really knows why.
U.S. Post Office Punishes Children For Political Vendetta
“Operation North Pole”, go with me here, is totally different from “Operation Santa”. So the actions taken by the U.S. postal service in regards to Operation North Pole make no sense at all.
No wait! They make complete sense when you consider the current president who is a self-centered boob who spends entirely too much time going after political enemies rather than, say, doing his job.
Seems a registered sex offender was recognized by a volunteer at the United States Postal Service who was working on that organization’s Operation Santa.
Operation Santa is a program sponsored by the workers at the U.S. post office in which US postal workers volunteer their time after or before their normal shifts to cull through letters sent by children to Santa Claus. Some of the letters are chosen and used by these volunteers to obtain and distribute gifts to deserving children, a way to make Christmas wishes come true.
So the U.S.P.S. needs a reason to stop its participation in Operation North Pole because of this sex deviant, who was working on Operation Santa, please keep in mind. Operation North Pole is a program whereby the post office forwards letters marked to the North Pole, as children often do, to a town named North Pole located in…ALASKA!
The U.S.P.S. suspends THIS program even though the sexual deviant had nothing to do with Operation North Pole but was, instead and again, working at the Post Office’s nice little Christmas operation.
North Pole, Alaska makes quite the holiday event with its Operation North Pole, complete with parades, Christmas boutiques, and, oh yeah, they will return letters to children with a North Pole stamp, a real hoot to a little kid waiting for the letter back from Santa.
This action by the post office makes no sense, no sense at all. Some suggest, softly, that perhaps the post office wanted to get even with Alaska, whose former Governor has given this small, small, tiny, teeny president-who really should pay more attention to Afghanistan instead of spending silly time on stupid get-even tricks abusing his power, a lot of dismay and grief.
Now this might NOT be the case. The post office would defend its actions by stating that the discovery of the known sex deviant brought the concept that the post office might, unwillingly and unknowingly, be involved with delivering addresses of susceptible children by its participation in such Christmas programs as Operation North Pole. Operation North Pole’s been around since 1954 by the way.
But if so…WHY DIDN’T IT SUSPEND ITS OWN OPERATION SANTA PROGRAM? Which was where the sex deviant was discovered to begin with?
Oh. Due to public outrage over this matter, Operation North Pole and the U.S.P.S.’s forwarding of all letters sent to North Pole, Alaska, has been reinstated.
This tiny nastiness by Obama will likely go under the radar but Bloggers all across the Blogosphere were on this story like white on rice. Including this humble Blogger with a Blog read by two to three people every day.
It may be a bit over the top to suggest – as Steve does – that the USPS is punishing Alaska for giving us the gift of Sarah Palin, but to shred the letters to Santa that happen to be addressed to the North Pole is just rude.
Political Correctness Cause of Rapes and Death
Below are two stories where political correctness has run amok, resulting, arguably, in deaths and rape.
First, London’s so-called “Night Stalker”.
Seems that after seventeen years of terrorizing elder women AND men, the fellow had finally been caught.
In July, the rapist's oldest victim, Rose White (not her real name), found the strength to relive her harrowing experience.
In a moving interview published in the Times, Rose, a retired book-keeper who was 88 when she was attacked at her bungalow in Orpington, described how she was watching late-night television in bed when a hooded man appeared.
He told her that if she kept quiet and handed over her money, "you won't get hurt", but after taking £60 from her purse, he assaulted her so violently that she passed out. When Rose came to, the intruder raped her for a second time, ignoring her anguished pleas: "I said, no, please, can't you go and get a prostitute? Why pick on old ladies?" After recovering a glove that had slipped off, he left her bleeding profusely from severe internal wounds.
Now here’s the kicker. The rapist has been identified as one Delroy Grant. Bear in mind that the London police have been looking for this guy for over fifteen years. He was described as “a black male”. And yet…look at the picture of him that was published for public scrutiny.
Lest yon reader think that this guy might have been maybe real light skinned…check out this post on FreeRepublic.com. There is a picture of Delroy in this thread but his face has been blurred out but one can see his hands a little in the provided photo. Ole Delroy was way darker that the drawn picture would have you believe.
Further, just throwing it out there, why the hell was his face blurred anyway?
They’re wimps in Europe but have they really gone this far over the edge?
Muslim Honor Killing?
So there’s a question mark after that heading because it’s not at all clear that the perp in this horrific murder of a young mother of two sons was a Muslim.
A mother was found dying in a street with serious head wounds and her right hand cut off as she went to pick up her children after work.
Geeta Aulakh, who has two young sons, died four hours later in hospital from her horrific injuries. Police later arrested her estranged husband, 31-year-old Harpreet Aulakh, along with five other men.
The poor woman was found scalped with her right hand cut off. Five other men were arrested along with her husband.
This has Muslim honor killing written all over it.
No wait! I read through five articles about this murder and could find no reference to the Aulakh’s being Muslim. Indeed the Aulakh’s were born in India, not a country known for its large Muslim population.
Still there would be vague references to religion in my readings, including a statement from Geeta’s boss that the crime didn’t appear to have anything to do with religion. I thought that odd. Most murders are about anything else but religion with the notable exception of Muslims, who think it just fine to kill disobedient wives and their own children who do not follow the parental wishes.
So I look up PUNJABI, which the is how the Aulakh’s are described. Which turns out to be an area of the world known as Punjab located, as I can best understand, half in Iran and half in India. Punjabis are largely Muslim.
Hmmmm. And nowhere is it reported the religion of this awful man who so ruthlessly murdered the mother of his two young sons. And why five other men to help him with the deed…another sign of Muslim murder?
The main religions of the Punjab region are Islam, Sikhism and Hinduism.
…from Wikipedia.
Chicago School Board President Found With Gunshot Wound to Head
Here’s a story still percolating under the radar. Way I figure, that gang in the White House can get all involved in the silliest of stuff such as letters to Santa Claus and goodness they want to let the fine, fine Kalid Mohammed get a trial in the States, who knows what shenanigans they’re capable of?
And even if Scott DID commit suicide, perhaps there’s something nefarious about Scott’s behind-the-scene’s activity that drove him to desperation. Scott was recently subpoenaed for an investigation into admission practices for Chicago’s elite schools and questionable activities involving Chicago’s recent Olympic bid.
So there might be more to Scott’s death than simple suicide and thus we document his death as being under the radar. For now.
Although Chicago school board president Michael Scott's death has been ruled a suicide by the Cook County medical examiner's office, Chicago police are characterizing the case as a death investigation, and have not concluded that Scott's death was a suicide.
Calls 911 For Sex
Most criminals, by their very nature, are stupid. But the criminals must be especially stupid to make this Blog’s stupid criminal recognition.
This fellow calls up 911 for sex. His calls are recorded and now, for all the world to smirk, in this Blog read by two to three people every day.
Basso they say, was looking for sex. He made approximately four attempts to get it by calling 911.
Here is a snippet of the call:
Operator: Tampa Police, 911, what's your emergency? Caller: What's up? Um, can I talk to you for a sec? Caller: What are you wearing? Caller: You got a nice butt?
Most of the 911 calls are not suitable for broadcast. Even through some rough language and heavy breathing, police say the operator was able to keep her composure to track Basso down.
The Case of the Missing Thanksgiving Turkey
“Tell us the story about the time the Thanksgiving turkey disappeared right out of the oven Grandma!”
I waved my hand to shush my granddaughter, Mary May. Everyone then gathered around my Thanksgiving table had heard the story a thousand times. Except, of course, a handsome young fellow named Edward, who was Mary May’s guest this holiday.
“I’d love to hear that story Mrs. Bobbit,” the handsome young Edward said to encourage me and I figured I could let the turkey rest a few more minutes while I regaled the ensemble gathered around my table to thank God for the bounty of the harvest, America, family, whatever each was thankful for. I do dearly love to recount the story of the Thanksgiving when our turkey had been blissfully roasting in my oven then suddenly turned up missing, boom, yes, completely gone.
Well it was just the strangest thing.
It was 1977. My daughter, Mary May’s mother, Genevieve, Ginny for short, was ten years old. Her older brother, George jr., was twelve years old. My beloved husband, now departed, was very much alive and was very excited that year in that he was up for promotion and his boss, the bosses’ wife, and their two children, were our guests that Thanksgiving. Of course George didn’t want to get me all worked up over the pressure that normally accompanies preparing a Thanksgiving meal, much less one to be consumed by my husband’s boss. George’s promotion to manager of the accounting department at the hospital where George was then employed was so very important to our family. George and I had been planning on finally buying our own home and we needed this promotion to continue on to that American dream. But worked up I was, goodness. I was a right sharp cook and Thanksgiving dinner had always been my favorite meal to prepare for my family. As best as I could, I kept myself calm and purposeful, writing lists for food, to-do’s for the big meal, orders for my own children as to proper behavior, essentially covering all the bases to make that meal a most successful endeavor that would have George head of Bon Secours accounting department within the week following Thanksgiving day.
For all my organizational skills, how could I possibly have anticipated that my turkey, beautifully browned, stuffed with sausage and chestnut dressing, basted to a perfect sheen, would totally disappear from my oven with no explanation for same?
I know the turkey had been in the oven at around 3 pm that Thanksgiving afternoon because I’d informed all then eagerly awaiting the turkey that so teased their noses that the meal would be on the table in about a half an hour. I’d moved the sweet potatoes around within the oven cavity to insure their proper doneness and it was an effort with that big turkey in the way and I even had to pull out that extra dish of dressing to make room for a quick heating of the rolls. All the while that turkey was in that oven, I swore on my children’s lives to George right after it went missing, such was my distress.
“You’ve been smelling it roasting all morning, George,” I said, half-sobbing , half-cursing the gods who managed to steal my perfectly roasted Thanksgiving turkey right out of my oven within a half hour before I was ready to serve it at my Thanksgiving dinner.
“You got to know I’m not nuts. This entire house smells like roasting turkey! You saw me prepping the thing this morning, dear Lord! But it’s not here George! Look for yourself.”
George had alternately been trying to keep my voice down to a hysterical stage whisper lest his boss hear and debating me whether there had ever been a turkey in that oven.
“I do smell the baking turkey smell, Rhonda,” George acquiesced this point to me during the hushed kitchen debate. “But I really didn’t see you prepping the turkey this morning. Rhonda you were up at 5 am this morning beginning the preparation for this dinner! I mean please, Rhonda, I believe you. It’s just that I can’t get my mind around how an entire turkey can just disappear from someone’s oven. Not a single one of us heard a thing, Rhonda. We’ve got a house full of people here, Rhonda. Somebody would have seen something.”
Of course George was right. We had kids running around all over the place, a house full of adults walking all around, goodness I’d been in the kitchen at least once every twenty minutes. Somebody would have seen a turkey thief taking off with a 23 pound almost fully cooked turkey one would think.
“Well we’ve got to do something, Rhonda. I think the Shop-A-Rama is open. They were selling fully cooked turkeys this week, maybe they’ve got some left. I’m going to tell everyone the very strange story of the missing turkey and then me and Rob will run down and see if we can’t scarf up a cooked turkey, maybe a roast chicken from Shop-A-Rama’s rotisserie if we have to.”
I saw our first real house fade from my happy dreams. We’d invited George’s boss for Thanksgiving dinner and somehow lost the damn turkey. I wouldn’t promote someone in charge of my company’s finances that was so pathetic as to lose the turkey on Thanksgiving Day. And yet, the thing was gone. I begged George not to tell his boss about the missing turkey, that I maybe could get a turkey.
I kind of mumbled something to George about getting my mother to fry up a turkey in her deep fryer but that was not a good idea. First, my mother’s deep fryer wouldn’t even hold a small chicken. Second, my mother lived fifty miles away. By the time she fried up some kind of edible bird and I could somehow get a hold of it some two to three hours would pass at the least. No I had another plan.
I am a devout Catholic and attend mass at least once a week. My plan to steal my neighbor Mrs. Martin’s turkey came from a desperation that was bottomless. I made a sign of the cross and promised God I would make it up to Mrs. Martin somehow, some way.
Mrs. Martin told me the week before that her eldest son, his wife and their two adult children would be coming by for Thanksgiving dinner this year. Mrs. Martin was so filled with joy as the two prior Thanksgivings Mrs. Martin’s children left the poor woman alone. George and I always invited her to have Thanksgiving dinner with us but I always wondered how her own sons could leave her alone on such a special day.
“Johnny, he has such a busy job, you know,” Mrs. Martin told me, the joy of knowing her son would be at her home for Thanksgiving quite obvious by the shine in her ageing blue eyes. “His oldest son is bringing a ham but I don’t believe Thanksgiving is Thanksgiving without a turkey. So I’m going to bake a turkey and goodness I don’t see why we can’t have both a ham and a turkey on Thanksgiving day.”
It was my memory of this conversation that prompted me to my plan to steal Mrs. Martin’s turkey. They’d have a ham after all and this way I could save my pride and dignity with George’s boss. Mrs. Martin, she was just the sweetest woman. But she was getting very forgetful and what with being in her mid-80’s she tended to be just a bit senile. I took to checking in on her a couple of times a week and I often wondered why any of those two sons she always talked about never came to check on her. George and I lived next door to Mrs. Martin by then almost three years and we’d never seen either of her two boys or her grandchildren come to visit.
It would be like taking candy from a baby, or goodness, a turkey from an elderly somewhat senile woman. I knew the layout of Mrs. Martin’s home and if I could somehow fool her son into thinking I was in his mother’s kitchen for some valid purpose other than to steal the turkey from her oven, I figured I could pull it off. I was sure Mrs. Martin would be dismissed as forgetful, as perhaps never having baked a turkey or as having somehow misplaced it. If my own husband had his doubts about my mental capacity as regards my missing turkey, and I was in my mid-30’s at the time and had yet to show any signs of senility as of that date, then I was sure Mrs. Martin’s family would eat the ham and laugh over their missing turkey.
The next few hours are all a blur to me. Even with the passing of these many years I mostly remember my terror when the handcuffs were placed upon me, the shock on my husband’s bosses’ face, the fear in my children’s eyes and the disappointment in George’s voice as he asked me over and over why I did such a thing.
I managed to get through Mrs. Martin’s sun porch to her kitchen with no problem. I heard the sound of voices, the tinkle of glasses, the shifting of chairs from Mrs. Martin’s living room. Mrs. Martin’s house was older and the rooms were a bit of a maze. To get to her kitchen from the living room required a walk through the dining room then a walk down a short hallway before making a left into the kitchen. Mrs. Martin’s stove was right by that back door and I figured it would only take me about fifteen seconds to pull that turkey out of the oven and rush out the door. I already had potholders in my hands to pull off my stealthy and dirty deed.
Mrs. Martin’s scream made me drop the turkey and of course the hot grease splattered on my legs and I too screamed. I slid on a piece of stuffing and fell and I looked up and saw five old ladies looking down at me, all of them screaming, one on the telephone calling the police.
“She’s trying to steal my turkey!” Mrs. Martin shouted to the first police officer to arrive at the scene. I spent the few minutes I had begging Mrs. Martin to forgive me but it seemed that Mrs. Martin didn’t know who the hell I was. I managed to get George’s attention by screaming his name from Mrs. Martin’s sun porch but any exit from same was blocked by little old ladies with blue hair. I thought I’d died and went to some sort of retirement home filled with elderly shock troops armed with canes and knitting needles to prevent escape from the justice they sought.
The police officer snapped the handcuffs on my turkey stealing self, ignoring my husband’s pleas for some slack on this Thanksgiving holiday but the blue-haired ladies were all sobbing and screaming with fear and rage, Mrs. Martin was denying she ever saw me before and my explanation that I lived right next door was unheard by a police officer himself missing a home-cooked turkey dinner no doubt and at odds with a holiday turkey thief such as myself.
I wasn’t actually thrown in jail but the interruption of my trip to the police station and the subsequent protocol of dealing with turkey thieves did require my husband to speak softly with his boss, sending him and his family home without a bite of turkey one but George did fry up a quick couple of steaks and served them along with the other Thanksgiving food frou-frou. George was full of apologies and a promise of a very sane explanation to come about all of this. George assured his boss that I was innocent.
“And it would turn out,” I said, folding the dish towel in my lap with a studied concentration and giving my granddaughter’s handsome young suitor a steady gaze, “that I was innocent.”
“It turned out that the turkey Grandmom was stealing was really her own turkey!” my granddaughter Mary May shouted, always unable to keep a secret. I carefully showed Mary May the palm of my hand to shush her. I quietly stood up for a nicely browned and stuffed turkey awaited serving as surely its juices were secure after sitting for so long as I told my story of the missing Thanksgiving turkey.
“Mrs. Martin had somehow got into my kitchen that Thanksgiving day and it was she who stole my turkey. Mrs. Martin, you will remember, was a bit senile but who knows? Perhaps she forgot to buy a turkey for Thanksgiving in her forgetfulness and actively engaged in turkey theft to serve her guests. Or maybe she got confused, thought my kitchen was her kitchen and, of course, thought the turkey in my oven was hers. Although that requires some explanation as to how my turkey got into HER oven but whatever the case, all ended well.”
I noted Edward’s bemused smile and hey, it always was amusing in the telling and re-telling.
“I knew it was my turkey because after I got home from the police station, there, at my door, was Mrs. Martin. She had a big tray of turkey and all the trimmings. She’d heard I had to leave suddenly and she wanted to give me and my family some food as she figured we maybe didn’t have a Thanksgiving meal.”
I explained to Edward that I couldn’t have made it up if I tried. I didn’t even try to hash it out with Mrs. Martin. I accepted her gracious gift and we all did, in fact, sit down and eat Mrs. Martin’s thoughtfully provided Thanksgiving leftovers. I took one bite of the stuffing and knew it was mine.
“I always put sausage in my stuffing and I don’t use just any sausage. I purchase a special sausage made upstate that has a pleasant combination of caraway seed and sage, a somewhat odd combination of sausage ingredients but perfect to accompany a nice roasted turkey. My chestnuts sealed the deal. While chestnuts aren’t all that unusual in turkey stuffing, combined with my unusual sausage I was convinced that Mrs. Martin had stolen my turkey.”
The sadder thing of this somewhat funny memory was it would turn out that Mrs. Martin’s sons would not, or could not, attend Thanksgiving dinner at her home so she invited a few of her elderly friends from her favorite Bingo parlor. In fact, I learned later that Mrs. Martin had no sons at all, she had no children in fact. At some point Mrs. Martin must have told the Bingo ladies that I was her neighbor but like I explained to the handsome Edward, to this day I don’t know when Mrs. Martin entered a senile moment from when she was just a plain old turkey thief.
But I must be honest. My attempt to take Mrs. Martin’s turkey was pure thievery and nothing less for I did not know, please understand, that the turkey I was stealing was the one I’d roasted and stuffed just that morning.
George managed to make well with his boss over the turkey incident and all had a good laugh over that strange Thanksgiving. George did get a promotion and we did manage to buy our first home.
I gave my beloved George a passing memory, thanking God for my years with him and hoping he was having a nice turkey in heaven. Maybe Mrs. Martin, who passed away the year after she’d stolen my turkey, was sharing a turkey with George up there with the angels.
Here’s two movie reviews, raves both of them. They are so different but provide entertainment and thought. We look at the drama of dogs in “Beverly Hills Chihuahua”. It’s totally not believable but it’s a good watch.
“Juno” brings a special pang to the heart of this reviewer as I once found myself in a very similar situation to Juno. But I would never have made the same choice as the quirky Juno. Read the rave review and the personal story that had me and mine going such a different route. ============== It’s time for a True Crime post and some updates on the Balloon Boy, Dave Letterman, Murdering Muslims and William Jefferson, DEMOCRAT, Louisiana.
New this week we have sexual perversion stories buried in jars on a remote farm, a fine fellow who murders his senile father on a public beach with a bevy of witnesses.
Some stupid criminals and much more.
Pic of the Day
Kaitlyn’s Halloween Pic
Balloon Boy Update
Ah. So here it is, immortalized in this Blog, read by two to three people every day. If, in the future, some wisenheimer gets it into his or her head to launch some sort of cartoon balloon sort of thing and pretend that a young child is trapped inside as the country frets and watches the cartoon balloon soar across the fruited plains, over trees and power lines while being magnificently recorded by the cable TV cameras and electronically piped into millions of homes across America, well maybe they’ll read this Blog and know it’s already been done.
To a not so happy ending in terms of parental punishment I might add.
FORT COLLINS, Colo. (Nov. 13) — The Colorado parents accused of pulling a spectacular hoax by reporting their son was aboard a runaway balloon have pleaded guilty to charges that could bring some jail time and probation. Richard Heene pleaded guilty to knowingly and falsely influencing Larimer County Sheriff Jim Alderden, a felony. Mayumi Heene pleaded guilty to knowingly filing a false report with emergency services, a misdemeanor.
The brainchild behind this doofus act was the father of the little boy, one celebrity wannabe, Richard Heene, and he pled guilty to a felony, while his naïve and abused wife pled guilty to a misdemeanor. Rumor has it that a threat of deportation of Mayumi got the parents to fess up. Illegal aliens, they’re everywhere, even floating cartoon balloons and faking tears for sons allegedly trapped inside.
What’s not been made clear is whether the Heenes will have to repay us taxpayers for the various federal and state agencies’ expense for trying to capture the cartoon balloon and save the little boy.
We end this pathetic and sorry story with the final story, told in pictures, below. For what was REALLY inside that balloon?
Rep. William Jefferson-Democrat, Louisiana, Found Guilty of Bribery, Racketeering and Money-Laundering
My Hero, Rush Limbaugh, God Love Him, always says, firmly, after speaking of the despicable Louisiana local congress critter, Rep. William Jefferson, that he is a DEMOCRAT because the old media will always mention party affiliation if the perp is a Republican but somehow drop it if the perp is a Democrat. So let us be perfectly clear here, that Rep. William Jefferson, who commandeered Coast Guard boats and planes right after Hurricane Katrina, even as others waited for rescue on the roofs of their houses, to get his precious cash out of the freezer where it was stored in his house…WILLIAM JEFFERSON IS A DEMOCRAT.
William Jefferson has since been thrown out of office by his constituents, a rare thing but everyone has a point. My point came when mine own representative Mike Castle voted FOR Cap and Trade even though he is allegedly a Republican. Jefferson’s constituents’ point was being left sitting on the roof while their congress critter ignored them all to get his stolen racketeering money.
I have documented all the events of Hurricane Katrina on a special Blog dedicated to the story of that awful storm that granddaughter Kaitlyn can read the REAL truth, not the fiction of the teacher unioned liberals. My Katrina Blog
Let’s not forget that President Bush got excoriated by the screaming meemie Democrats who had been in charge of New Orleans for many years by the time Hurricane Katrina roared through, including full charge of the levees that broke and flooded the city. Yet the only elected official charged with any crime for Hurricane Katrina was, guess who? William Jefferson, DEMOCRAT, Louisiana.
Prosecutors want a sentence of at least 27 years for a Democrat convicted of accepting more than $400,000 in bribes while in office.
A federal court found 18-year Rep. William Jefferson (D-La.) guilty this past August on 11 counts of bribery, racketeering and money-laundering. Federal guidelines specify he could face more than 20 years of prison time for his misdeeds, but prosecutors on Monday made clear they will make the case for at least 27 years — and a maximum of 33 years — when sentencing begins this Friday.
Above is the story when Jefferson, DEMOCRAT, Louisiana was first found guilty and the speculation of the jail time he might get.
Later this past week, Jefferson, DEMOCRAT-Louisiana, got a sentence of 13 years in jail.
Fine, fine man, William Jefferson, DEMOCRAT-Louisiana. His mother would be so proud of him.
Killed His Alzenheimers’ Riddled Dad In Front of Many Witnesses
This is just the strangest story. And it’s not likely a story you’ll ever see featured on Nancy Grace but it is absolutely fascinating.
Yurkanin arrived at his lowest point following a well-worn path of the relentless, thankless, solitary task of caring for someone no longer recognizable under a mask of dementia. Millions of others know it. But Yurkanin's downward spiral ended with a charge of murder.
First, to read the narrative is to read something out of Alice In Wonderland. I don’t know what Journalism school dropout penned this story but to read it you think this murderer of his own father was put upon, victimized, a forgetten denizen of a thoughtless busy society and sufferer of post-traumatic stress disorder.
Which is not to say that Bobby Yurkanin had it easy what with taking care of his father, a fellow besot with Alzenheimers, and had one mighty responsibility and no doubt source of anxiety for any only child to take on.
But the man actually DROWNED this poor old guy, in broad daylight, on a public beach, with many witnesses who all had to fight to desperately try to save the old man’s life against the angry Bobby who also once was, it should be mentioned loudly here, a prize-winning lifeguard.
It should also be noted that the Yurkanins were not poor, owning at least one home worth a million dollars in New Jersey and two others in Florida. Medicare would certainly have helped in giving Bobby Y some assistance as caregiver for his father. Point being, I’m not convinced that this fine, fine son had to be so overwhelmed that this silly liberal author of the article would sobbingly have us believe. It looks to me like this Bobby Y. the younger chose to be caregiver for his father and chose to live a life without bother of pressing employment obligations in exchange.
Bobby Y. has been charged with first degree murder of his father but you’d think the state owes this fellow a pardon, even an apology, for daring to infer that dragging your senile father into the water, forcefully holding him under water, dragging him out of the water with no bother of actually lifting his head OUT of the water first, then grabbing cell phones from witnesses trying to summon help for this poor old guy and denying any need for rescue…well how dare the authorities suggest these were improper actions by the younger Bobby Y!
Another Strange Story-Digging for Sexual Abuse
So in August of 2009 a 26 year old woman goes to the authorities and alleges that she was forced into sexual acts with her grandfather, father and several Uncles before she was 12 years of age. At that point, the woman’s siblings, six all counted, come forth and allege the same thing.
"The victims at the time were told if they write down these events that occured and put them in a glass jars and bury them, those bad memories would go away," Lowe said. Investigators are not sure where on the property the jars may be buried.
It’s just a weird thing but this story was just breaking as this column was written.
It’s not clear just where was the children’s mother. It’s also odd that bit about writing down their bad experiences, putting them in glass jars, then burying them. What sexual pervert would encourage the young children they were abusing to do such a thing? It’s tantamount to having the pervert that he knew what was being done was hurtful and would evidence at a later date, no?
It’s also hinted that the perverted patriarch, also with no mention of a wife and grandmother to these children in his surround, as well as the children’s father and his brothers, were part of some weird church and the young females were forced into marriage as part of this religion.
Finally, there’s hints that dead bodies might also be found on the property along with the glass jars contained the scripted bad memories.
It’s not that I don’t believe these stories. But out of six affected children, now all adults, why so long before reporting this?
The truth will come, I suppose, with the discovery of these buried memories.
More on That Northwest Weird Airline Flight
I think I am the only Blogger covering this story but I shall soldier on, read by two to three people every day. I covered the story of the Northwest Airline flight that overshot its landing strip by several hundred miles HERE andHERE
Understand here that no one’s been charged with a crime although the two pilots so allegedly involved with their laptop computers that squawking radios and pounded cockpit doors were ignored by BOTH of them did have their pilot licenses revoked.
Originally it was reported that the flight had overshot its landing site by 150 miles. Then a week or so later it was reported, totally under the radar, that the flight had, in fact, overshot its landing site by over 300 miles! In one of my posts on this story, linked above, I even quoted a pilot forum site that had pilots that were at least shocked by this turn of events.
Silly me. I envision this post 9-11 world where Grandma must remove her shoes before boarding any flight, to be a much safer one that would not allow dark and swarthy mideast types with no luggage to board flights to hijack and ram into our lawfully built buildings. Evidently it IS a world where some ne’er do well could hijack an airplane and fly willy-nilly all over the planet, unfettered and unbothered by silly ground control. These mythical hijackers could, systematically kill every passenger, taking time to do it right, maybe even throw the dead bodies out the door, again with no bother of ground control, maybe even play some computer games while wreaking havoc.
THREE HOURS!
At the time it had been reported that it was 1 and half hours without contact with earth below, then it was said to have been for three hours. No explanation was given for the nearly doubled time span from the original report.
On Fox and Friends on Sat 11/14/09 at 7:37, I heard with my lying ears the reason for this extra hour and half non-contact. It seems that during the time that these pilots were all busy with their laptaps playing Mario Brothers and rifling through their email that the air traffic controllers had a shift change. The ending shift never bothered to inform the incoming shift of the little problem of the airplane flying around with no contact at that time over an hour and a half.
The new shift of air traffic controllers took over and the pilots of that airplane got another hour and a half laptap play time before bothered with such as silly folks on the ground below.
I continue to be astonished and wonder if any besides myself is seriously considering the ramifications of this turn of events.
Dave Letterman Update-He Lies, No Surprise
Heh.
Well I still don’t like this smarmy fellow who could have, once upon a time, had a real nice career as a late night comic, throwing his fine self at Velcro covered walls while covered with velco hisself. But a)turns out he’s a pervert and b)he thinks he’s some kind of political pundit not that the cable networks aren’t full of pundits with no need of his gap-toothed stupid commentary.
So I follow his lies on through as I have covered Letterman on this Blog HERE HERE and HERE.
David Letterman was having an affair with his former personal assistant way more recently than Dave had us believing -- according to documents filed by the alleged extortionist's lawyer .
According to legal papers filed today by the defense, Robert Halderman confronted Stephanie Birkitt in December 2008 with evidence of the affair and she promised to end it. But Gerald Shargel, Halderman's lawyer, claims the relationship continued "unabated" into this past summer.
Not that I am surprised but there’s way more to Letterman’s sob story than there he was minding his own business when some extortionist threatens exposure of his priestly self for no reason whatsoever.
Letterman’s alleged extortionist, Robert Halderman, now has an attorney and seems that suddenly there are judicious leaks about Letterman’s story of innocence and virginity.
We’ve already learned about how Letterman’s backstage sexual exploits were videotaped by network cameras. Now we learn that Letterman did not end his affair with intern Stephanie Birkitt even after Letterman married the mother of his son.
I must smirk again. Hey Dave, remember that stupid joke you made about Sarah Palin’s daughter being knocked up by a baseball player? That very funny joke that had me laughing all night through to the next day?
Nov. 5) -- An 18-year-old mother from Richmond, Calif., has the distinction of being the only person of dozens who knew about the ongoing gang rape of a 15-year-old to actually alert the police. For more than two hours, the victim was raped by a group of young men after leaving a high school dance. As many as 20 people stood and watched the ordeal, some even taking pictures, police said.
I’d covered this very sad story on this Blog HERE. Two hours a 15-year old is raped outside of a high school dance, please note, and no one calls police.
It will be interesting to see if any of these fine bystanders get any charges for not calling in authorities but, in fine, fine fashion, standing around and watching the festivities.
Another Crime by a Member of the Religion of Peace
We were reminded by a reader about another fine Muslim fellow who cut off his wife’s head.
We understand that folks murdering their spouses are not restricted to those of the Muslim creed. This guy, however, presented himself as the alternative peaceful married Muslim on the local broadcast stations in the Buffalo area.
The lives of Muzzammil and Aasiya Hassan were quite different from their public image in the local Muslim and broadcast communities.
In the public eye, they were a dynamic couple, building their — actually her — dream of a Muslim-lifestyle TV channel in the United States.
But police reports compiled for much of their marriage tell another story:
Their home life was a nightmare. Aasiya was repeatedly subjected to controlling and sometimes violent acts by her ambitious but troubled husband.
To protect herself, she went to the police in two states. Yet for years she stopped short of pressing charges — thus preserving Muzzammil’s reputation and the venture they built together.
On Feb. 6, she filed for divorce and obtained an order of protection, barring him from their home in Orchard Park. A week later, she lay dead in their television offices — stabbed and decapitated. Muzzammil was charged with her murder.
The Sperminator
It’s such a unique talent, imagine a male making a female pregnant. And Dominic Baronet has the skill down to perfection.
A British man who got 12 women pregnant after meeting them on Facebook has been dubbed "The Sperminator" by the UK press and his victims.
Dominic Baronet had been wooing young women for years with his smooth internet chatter, the News of the World reports.
Five women are now mothers to his children, another five have had abortions and two are expecting.
What’s not clear to me is why this fine, fine fellow, whose mother must be so proud of him, doesn’t have to pay child support for all these babies he loves to make.
We admit that some would not call Dominic a stupid criminal or even that making a bunch of females pregnant is any sort of crime.
Goodness knows the world needs Dominic’s DNA so maybe we all ought to give this sport some sort of award.
Stupid Criminal Really Does Deserve An Award
I mean seriously, the guy left his license plate right there at the scene of the crime. Think of the money he saved the state for trying to find his sorry self.
It was an unhappy birthday for an alleged drunken driver who crashed into a local liquor store yesterday, the police said.
At 1:34 a.m., a witness on Main Street called police to report seeing a man driving a 2009 Honda Civic through a series of bushes near the Paddock restaurant, across the West End Rotary and into the Hyannis Package Store on Main Street.
The police said Bernard Kilroy, 27, of Centerville, crashed into the front window of the building and his car came to rest completely inside the store. He then put his car in reverse, exited the store and left the scene, the police said.
Investigators were able to identify Kilroy because the car's front bumper — including the license plate — was torn off the vehicle and left inside the damaged building.
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Beverly Hills Chihuahua
Drew Barrymore ... Chloe (voice) Piper Perabo ... Rachel Ashe Lynn Andy Garcia ... Delgado (voice) George Lopez ... Papi (voice) Cheech Marin ... Manuel (voice) Paul Rodriguez ... Chico (voice) Plácido Domingo ... Monte (voice) Edward James Olmos ... Diablo (voice) Loretta Devine ... Delta (voice) Jamie Lee Curtis ... Aunt Viv Luis Guzmán ... Chucho (voice)
So okay it’s a stupid movie with a plot so predictable I had the movie line mentally written by the end of the first scene. The best thing about this movie was the dogs. Real dogs were used, not cartoons. Excellent photoshopping of the talking dogs with mouths moving to match the English words of their dialogue made this movie very entertaining.
A pampered Chihuahua, from Beverly Hills of course, ends up in the wilds of Mexico, all involved in some sort of dog snatching/fighting imbroglio that ultimately gives Chloe the Chihuahua a lesson in a life hard-lived.
There’s a magnificent German Shepherd that gets involved in saving Chloe from the evil dognappers and meanwhile Chloe’s temporary human caretaker and the owner of Delgado, the Chihuahua that loves Chloe with all his small yappy dog heart and soul, are too trying to save Chloe the Beverly Hills Chihuahua before her owner, played by Jamie Lee Curtis, comes home from her trip abroad.
The plot twists and turns are totally unbelievable, almost laughable. A little Chihuahua ends up in Mexico but just like magic and with a snap of the fingers, her human caretakers manage to find her and chase her through the streets of Mexico, into the cages of the dog fights, on cross-country trains right into the local shops of a small dusty town.
But it’s not a plot meant to be believable. Add in the improbable characters of an Iguana and a rat for God’s sake and the viewer surely knows that this sort of thing would n’er be possible in the real world. Then again German Shepherds and Chihuahuas do not talk and there is no great valley of the mighty Chihuahuas in Mexico, populated by thousands of brave and proud Chihuahuas either.
It’s entertainment, pure and simple. The lives of the dog stars follow lives of humans, this so that the human viewers would better understand the story. Chloe the little Chihuahua learns how to be tough and tender without need for diamond collars. A grizzled former police dog re-gains his courage and sense of smell after helping a tiny Chihuahua grow and survive against all odds. Love flourishes between the landscaper’s rough and tough Chihuahua and the Beverly Hills Chihuahua who once snubbed him as way out of her canine league.
Get this movie for your kids, get it for yourself, spend an afternoon in this fantasy involving dogs, danger and happy endings.
Juno
I do not want to spoil this movie for anyone. Given the fact that Juno was released in 2008, I doubt I will. Still, someone might read this review who has not yet seen the movie. I myself just saw the movie in early November 2009 so it’s possible.
Thus I warn of possible spoilers.
Characters in the movie below:
Ellen Page ... Juno MacGuff Michael Cera ... Paulie Bleeker Jennifer Garner ... Vanessa Loring Jason Bateman ... Mark Loring Allison Janney ... Brenda 'Bren' MacGuff J.K. Simmons ... Mac MacGuff Olivia Thirlby ... Leah Eileen Pedde ... Gerta Rauss Rainn Wilson ... Rollo Daniel Clark ... Steve Rendazo Darla Vandenbossche ... Bleeker's Mom
I remember when this movie was released. Being a contributor on many conservative web sites I was surprised to hear that this movie was so well received by those with a conservative idealogy. I wondered why.
The reason, it would seem, was that Juno chose to give birth to her baby rather than have it aborted. Conservative idealogy would decree that a child is created at conception and to terminate the pregnancy is, essentially, murder.
Further, Juno was hailed as a “feelgood” movie, a film that would leave you with the proverbial smile on your face and song in your heart.
Well yes.
It also left me a bit confused about some things but let’s assert right here that this was a very, very enjoyable movie, miles above others, a cinematic prize, if not a masterpiece.
The movie left me thinking and pondering some things but many would argue that this is the mark of a fine film.
Let’s get out of the way here that my daughter too had a baby as a very young girl. She did not have an abortion, not because of a firm idealogy against same but more because by the time I discovered the pregnancy it was too late for that procedure, late term abortions notwithstanding. Although I’m not at all sure she would have had an abortion but let’s be clear that while in this day and age I, and she I must suppose now having a daughter of her own, have a firm opinion on the matter of murdering the unborm, at the time we perhaps had no firm principles on the matter as we’d never been faced with it. Also, at the time, the slippery slope murder of murdering infants moments before birth was not widely practiced, or known, and mothers-to-be wishing to avert, (and proudly bragging about it!), multiple pregnancies by killing one of several gestating babies that life not be one big Walmart shopping trip, was rare.
She did have a very “modern” adoption, some now 16 years ago. In fact, we “interviewed” perspective parents who had placed an ad in a local newspaper seeking young women just like my daughter who were looking to place their babies into a good home for adoption. It was all a bit disconcerting and understand it was not the sort of thing anyone has a whole lot of experience with once in the midst of dealing with it all.
In fact, my daughter might well be reading this review right now as she is one of the two to three people every day who read this Blog so let me tell her right here in public that she should watch this movie. She will absolutely love it.
Daughter and I were inundated with folks wanting desperately to adopt her baby. At the time I was so unaware of how it all worked that I’d phoned up five such folks who were looking to adopt a baby and that was a mistake.
Those people wanted a newborn baby to adopt so darn bad that I had to face an even more difficult decision, which was breaking four couples’ hearts. For only one would be chosen by my daughter to adopt her baby. If had a chance to do it over again I’d have been much more judicious in setting up meetings for this sort of thing but thank God I didn’t have to do it again.
This leads me into my bafflement as to why Juno went ahead and let the woman adopt her baby even though the couple originally set to adopt her baby would be getting a divorce.
I recall there being lots of loving couples who desperately wanted a healthy newborn, there was no need to have a single mother adopt the baby. Then Juno’s parents only interviewed one couple at the time, unlike me who thought human babies were like puppies, that the infant would take some time to unload, forgive my grammatical ungraciousness, but that’s what I thought the experience would be like before I got underway.
I had potential adoptors of daughter’s baby phoning me at work, begging me to consider them, telling me all that they could offer my soon-to-be-born biological grandchild. The decision of which of the five couples to allow to adopt her baby was, of course, my daughter’s. The heart wrenching task of informing those not chosen was on me. I had people break down in desperate sobs when I did my best to tell those rejected that they were fine people but that daughter had chosen someone else. I’ll never forget that most difficult thing I ever had to do in my entire life.
You can believe that if one of those couples had notified daughter that they would be divorcing she’d have chosen another couple right away. Children need two parents. We had such a wealth of potential parents for daughter’s baby that there was certainly no need to give the infant, a boy as it would turn out, to a single mother.
In fact, one “couple” wanting to adopt daughter’s baby was a homosexual couple. The fellow told me that he and his partner had a wealth of joy, happiness and yes, money, to offer a child. He even offered us money if we would give the child to them. It was rejected right from the start. The man tearfully begging for a chance to raise the child seemed sincere but daughter was choosing a home for her baby and she would never have chosen to put her child in a home with two fathers and no mother. Or, to make my point more forcefully, a home with only one parent, a choice that the movie’s name character, Juno, willingly made.
Obviously my story is nothing like Juno’s. Juno was involved with just one couple and if she’d spoken to other potential adoptive parents it wasn’t indicated in the film. I just know at the time I was faced with it all, daughter only had one month to go before she’d be giving birth. I thought finding adoptive parents would be difficult and again, how are people expected to handle such a very tough task what with having no experience at all? I wonder how Juno’s parents, in the movie it was her father and stepmother while in my daughter’s time it was her stepfather and her mother, or possibly Juno herself, found the adoptive parents because that wasn’t clear either.
Still Juno chose to give her baby to the woman even though the husband was taking a hike. The potential adoptive mother of Juno’s baby was a fine woman, that was made clear in the film. The potential adoptive father was presented as immature, that was also made clear, and the fellow was bailing out on a commitment he had made so it’s not like any great loss there. Again, I’d never have done such a thing and again, not that it was my choice to make.
After daughter watches the movie I’ll ask her if she agrees.
Whatever the case, this is a great movie. Some would say, and so shall I, that it a movie that will likely only appeal to the females in our midst. It’s a movie that has great characters and does a wonderful job of showing the interaction of the characters from Juno’s father, to Juno’s boyfriend, to Juno’s stepmother.
It was heartwarming, not at all maudlin, and it had a happy, believable ending.
