Sorcery is real. And sorcerers must pay for their crimes.
No, this isn’t the beginning of some pathetic Harry Potter knock-off. It’s actually what many indigenous people in Papua New Guinea believe, especially in the more rural and remote areas. What’s more, it is this belief that prompted one of the strangest laws in history.
The Sorcery Act of 1971 was established on the poor island nation north of Australia to outlaw the use of black magic. In so doing, it also allowed citizens to take action—normally brutal and even fatal action—against those suspected of sorcery and witchcraft.
As you might imagine, most of the victims are women—as many as six out of every seven alleged sorcerers, actually.
Recently, though, Prime Minister Peter O’Neill has been pushing to have the controversial law repealed, and it looks like he may have his way. If things go according to plan, killings associated with sorcery—which we all know is complete horse shit—will now be treated as murders, rapes will be treated as rapes—with the possibility of life in prison without parole for a first offender—and logic will return to the government again.
Thank goodness for that, because things in PNG have been shocking and downright gruesome lately. Check out a few low lights from its recent, sorcery-riddled past:
- 2009: A young woman in Mount Hagen is accused of sorcery, stripped naked, gagged and burned alive.
- 2011: A man is discovered during a sorcery initiation ceremony. He is trying to eat his newborn son.
- February 2013: 20-year-old mother Kepari Leniata is accused of using sorcery to kill a 6-year-old boy. Villagers overpower the sparse police force, tie her up, torture her with a branding iron, toss some petrol on her and set her aflame. Leniata burns alive on a pile of trash and old tires.
- April 2013: Former schoolteacher and women’s rights advocate Helen Rumbali, her sister and her two nieces are kidnapped, tortured with knives and axes for several days and, in the case of Rumbali, beheaded by the mob in the village square. She was, of course, suspected of being a sorceress.
As terrible as these crimes are—and as good an idea as repealing the Sorcery Act is—it also helps that the courts are taking sorcery-related crime seriously now.
Just over a week ago, 21-year-old Saku Uki Aiya finished a two-day trial in the northern province of Enga and was sentenced to 30 years in jail. His crime: accusing his aunt of sorcery—in connection with his brother’s death—and then enlisting the help of two friends to hack her to pieces with axes and knives.
Aiya’s accomplices are still at large, but at least he’ll be going away for a long time.
It’s hard to believe there are people in this world who still believe in sorcery—or who claim to believe in sorcery to excuse their brutal acts and heinous crimes. Sure, steps are being taken to correct this in PNG, but real progress will take time.
Until then, the black magic will likely continue… and so will the slaughter of innocent people. I only hope O’Neill and his government can move quickly so future tragedies can be prevented.
Is there such a thing as white magic, because that could work?
In the mid-to-late 1990’s, comedian Bill Cosby starred in a television special and short-lived series called Kids Say the Darndest Things. For those of you unfamiliar with the show, it focused on the outrageous responses children of all ages gave to questions they were asked. The show even linked up with Art Linkletter’s House Party, which aired from 1945 to the late 1960’s on both television and radio and included a “Kids Say the Darndest Things” segment. It was pretty cute, as you can see from classic exchanges like this one:
COSBY: How would you make a marriage work?
RICKY (Age 8): Tell your wife that she looks pretty even if she looks like a truck.
Or even this one:
COSBY: I have a cut on my finger. What should I do for it?
KEMETT (Age 5): You have to put some Neosporin on it and a band-aid so it’ll go away.
COSBY: Where does it go?
KEMETT: It goes down here in your blood.
COSBY: Then where does it go?
KEMETT: Then it’ll go… in another country.
While it is true that kids say the darndest things, I argue that adults take it one step further and do the darndest things. Just open your newspaper, turn on your television or scan any online news website and you’ll see evidence of people all over the world doing some crazy, unbelievable, inexcusable, offensive, confusing, sick, disgusting and downright ridiculous shit.
Hell, throw a rock and you’re likely to hit someone in the middle of doing some such thing. They are literally everywhere.
Remember that I’m not talking about your normal, everyday activities or behaviors, either. I’m talking about the people who go to extremes, do things we may never understand and keep the rest of us on our toes. And the things they do? Well, they never cease to amaze or alarm… sometimes both. Such is the case with each of these stories, all of them from the recent news and involving people most of us hope we never have to meet.
Judge for yourself, though.
WILLIAMSTON, NORTH CAROLINA
There’s nothing like a freaky story from my home state to kick things off. It makes me so proud… not.
A few Saturdays ago, deputies in Martin County responded to a call from the home of Carla Jean Baggett and her boyfriend, Randall Edward Johnson. Also living in the house were Baggett’s mother, sister and nephew, Jeremy Bogle.
When authorities arrived, they immediately smelled a funky odor and knew something was wrong. Bogle told them no one had seen Baggett for several days, but that Johnson had claimed she was lying in bed. Only every time someone asked to see her, Johnson would claim she was busy smoking a cigarette or sleeping.
That was reason enough for deputies to enter the bedroom. And Johnson wasn’t lying, either. Baggett was indeed in her bed and had been the entire time.
She was dead. And yes, she had been decomposing pretty well, too. That obviously didn’t matter much to Johnson, because he had been sleeping with her corpse for days.
Although it seems Baggett died of natural causes and foul play is not suspected, Johnson was arrested and charged with felony concealment of a death from law enforcement. And we can only hope he gets some treatment for either having trouble coping with his loss—which I hope is to blame—or the other thing: his desire to sleep with a dead body.
Let’s also hope sleep is all he planned to do with her.
Move over, Mike Tyson!
In true “Iron Mike” style, Ashley Plato of Lorain, Ohio—no relation to doomed Diff’rent Strokes star Dana Plato—was recently arrested for attempting to bite off her boyfriend’s ear. The attack came during a card game when Plato and Shawn Lane started arguing. Things quickly became physical, according to witness Tom Stone, who watched as Plato leapt onto his friend and targeted his ear. Stone also sprung into action.
“I grabbed her and pulled her off of him… and told her to get out of my apartment,” Stone said later. And he remembered first seeing the injury to Lane. “It was terrible. Part of his ear was split open and the skin was broken… it was bleeding real bad.”
Plato is being held in jail and is set to appear in court next week—and she has been ordered to stay away from Lane—but people in her community won’t soon forget about her behavior.
“Just the fact, the extreme, that she used her own body to do some damage to another individual,” Elyria resident Mirian Burks explained. “He will be damaged for life.”
None said it better than neighbor Michael Robinson, though.
“That’s not normal human behavior, you know? We don’t bite; DOGS do.”
I think he has a point, don’t you?
When you read this next story, please don’t expect to understand how someone could be so cold and callous. And waste no time trying to determine a motive because, honestly, I can’t imagine how one could ever justify this kind of behavior.
The so-called human in question is Kisha Carter, a resident of the Crystal Inn Motel on Tulane Avenue.
Last week, the local SPCA got a call from a guest at the same motel that saw two puppies being tossed out of a third-floor window. The guest immediately gathered up the injured animals and rushed them to a nearby clinic. One puppy died on the way and, sadly, the other passed a short time later.
The SPCA investigated the animal cruelty allegations and checked the motel’s surveillance video, which led them straight to Kisha Carter. She was arrested on the spot, taken to jail and charged with aggravated cruelty to animals.
If you ask me, this comes as close to pure evil as any crime could, even those specific to humans. Killing sweet, defenseless puppies? I’d vote for the death penalty in a case like this any day of the week. It is truly reprehensible.
Our last stop is in Manning, Oregon, where Tony Hall-Rivas was recently arraigned on five counts of burglary. Of course, that’s not the real reason he’s in trouble. If you want to know the truth, his actual crime was less against humans and more against Mother Nature.
Hall-Rivas sexually molested horses.
For roughly eight months, this crop-swinging Casanova would sneak into a neighbor’s barn, have his way with the sexiest colts and mares around (I guess) and skedaddle before the horses’ owner could catch him. The neighbor did get close on one occasion, though, when he saw Hall-Rivas running through the back gate early one morning doing something very unusual.
He was pulling up his pants. Gross.
The neighbor contacted the authorities and shared his suspicions, which led them to install all sorts of monitoring and surveillance equipment in the barn. And it didn’t take long for them to collect all the evidence they needed. Yes, Hall-Rivas had been breaking in regularly. And yes, he was fondling the foals and doing some other things I dare not mention here.
As if video evidence weren’t enough, though, the authorities also submitted to a lab the hat they found at the scene—which presumably belonged to Hall-Rivas—as well as other evidence they collected after witnessing the horse rapist’s escape… fluids, hairs and things like that. A few DNA tests erased any lingering doubts once and for all: Halls-Rivas was indeed enamored with equines.
And you know what they say: Once you go Black (Beauty), you never go back. Long live the Horse-Fucker!
Pardon my French.
Jim Morrison and the Doors were right: People are Strange. And they are getting even stranger by the day. Just wait until tomorrow and I’m sure you will see what I mean. Or better yet, check back here again soon.
You know I love writing about them!
Traffic jams, carpool lanes, construction crews, bad drivers, hitchhikers, highway patrolmen, emergency vehicles… these are all things you might expect to see as you cruise down the highway in Anytown, USA.
Zombies, on the other hand, are far less common, at least for people not tripping on acid, mushrooms or some other hallucinogenic drug.
Enter Jerimiah Clyde Hartline, a 19-year-old transient who apparently prefers to drive while under the influence of mind-altering substances. More on that in a moment.
Last weekend in Tennessee, Hartline got kicked out of the house and decided to hitch a ride on the first train out of town. Only he didn’t take a train; he hitched a ride with Daniel Martinez, a truck driver heading to California with an ass load of strawberries.
The trip was pretty uneventful until the pair arrived at an inspection site near Temecula, a small city in Riverside County, California. Martinez stepped out to do some paperwork and left his young passenger in the truck.
A few moments later, Hartline hopped into the driver’s seat, shifted the truck into gear and took off for no apparent reason. Officer Nate Baer—one of the officers on the scene later—believes it occurred because Hartline was “under the influence of a substance that caused him to hallucinate.”
Sounds reasonable enough to me, especially when you consider what happened next.
Hartline was cruising down the road—which I find very impressive since 18-wheelers are not easy to drive—when he suddenly lost control and began smashing into everything in sight.
First it was a Tacoma, which slammed into a 4Runner that in turn collided with a Mercedes. The driver of the 4Runner should be fine, but two of the Tacoma passengers were seriously injured and rushed to a local hospital.
Hartline’s next victims drove a Taurus and an Accord, respectively. And this time it was the Taurus people who were heading to the hospital.
Fortunately for everyone further down the freeway, the truck flipped over after impacting the Accord and could wreak no more havoc. Of course, that didn’t stop Hartline the Hallucinator, who crawled out, jumped into a nearby van and demanded its driver take him to some as-yet-unknown location.
Unfortunately—at least for Hartline—the driver would have nothing of it and instead restrained him until Baer and his fellow “boys in blue” arrived. And that’s when Baer learned the truth about what caused the accident, injured so many people and damaged so much property.
“He thought zombies were chasing him and clinging to the truck.”
I tell you what. Either Hartline has watched so many episodes of AMC’s hit show The Walking Dead that zombies have now become his reality, or the other thing is true.
He was just on some really good shit. Only it won’t seem so good when he’s behind bars. But Hartline will learn—and teach us all—a very valuable lesson: under no circumstances should you ever hallucinate and drive.
Seems like a no-brainer to me. And that’s exactly how I would describe poor Jerimiah Hartline, too.
Any chance the great and powerful Oz could hook him up scarecrow-style?
It has happened yet again.
Only this time there was no gun; there was a knife or some other sharp instrument. Police are still trying to figure that one out.
The attack took place around 11 a.m. Tuesday morning when 20-year-old student Dylan Quick—currently being held by authorities—started stabbing people near the Health Science Center. By the time he was finally wrestled to the ground by another student, he had injured at least fifteen people, mostly in the head and neck areas.
Three of Quick’s victims suffered only minor lacerations and were treated at the scene. Twelve others were either driven or flown by helicopter to hospitals in the region. According to the latest reports, two of the stabbing victims are in critical condition, one was discharged and three others had their conditions upgraded to good.
Fortunately, no one has died, but we’re certainly not “out of the woods” yet.
Michelle Alvarez witnessed the attack and nearly became one of Quick’s victims: “He came running and swinging at my neck, as I tried to get out of the way.” Luckily, he only grazed her neck, leaving a faint red line down her windpipe.
Another student, Steven Maida, didn’t see the attack, but was there to witness its aftermath. There was blood on the stairs and victims running by with wounds to their heads, throats and even faces.
“I just took off downstairs running and searching for the attacker,” he recounted later. And though the identity of the student who tackled Quick has not yet been confirmed, Maida claims it was him, or at least him and several other students.
Personally, I believe him. And I thank him for acting so quickly. There’s no telling how many other students would have been injured if he (and perhaps others) never intervened.
Of course, chasing down an attacker with a knife is much easier than one with a gun, but that shouldn’t detract from Maida’s act of heroism. It still takes courage.
That afternoon, the campus was placed on lockdown until authorities completed their initial investigation, at which point everyone was sent home. With any luck, the campus will open as scheduled tomorrow.
At this point, Quick’s motive for stabbing so many of his classmates remains a mystery. I’m sure he’s being questioned thoroughly—maybe at this very moment—so perhaps we’ll know more soon.
One thing I do know, however, is that Lone Star often touts itself as the fastest-growing community college system in America and has six separate campuses to prove it. Of course, quick growth and expansion might mean less attention is being paid to the students they are admitting, as well. And based on the news of late, it might be time to focus a little more on this area, especially where mental illness is concerned.
Might I recommend adding some kind of psychological screening to your admission requirements, Lone Star? At this rate, it may someday be mandatory on all college campuses, so why not get a jump on the competition?
After all, you still have four safe campuses left.
On March 20th, 64-year-old Harrington—an oral surgeon with more than 35 years of experience—was forced to surrender his dental license after investigators found evidence of all sorts of infractions.
I use the word infractions because that’s the term being tossed around in the media. A more suitable word would likely be crimes.
At the top of the list is a word you should never hear in association with health care and the field of medicine: contamination. The state’s dental board discovered multiple sterilization and cross-contamination issues in Harrington’s office. And health investigators are contacting roughly 7,000 former patients who may have been exposed to hepatitis and even HIV.
Not what you expect when you go to have your teeth cleaned, is it?
Investigators also found problems with the medicine being stored and supplied by Harrington. For starters, there was no inventory log for any of the drugs he used. Some of the drugs in his cabinets were long expired—the earliest dating as far back as 1993. And Harrington also administered morphine to patients through 2012, even though his last recorded delivery of the drug was 2009!
What a jackass. But there’s more.
From what I understand, none of the dental assistants working in Harrington’s office had permits, which must have been nice since they probably had free access to any drugs in the cabinet, too.
Aside from the whole “I might be infected with hepatitis or HIV” thing—which is certainly the most disturbing part of all of this—I was also shocked to hear an account from a teenage boy who once visited Harrington to have some molars removed.
At one point during the procedure, the boy awoke to find himself more-or-less covered in blood. He freaked out, but was told to “shut up” and to keep holding the gauze in place.
And that’s not even the worst of it.
The next time this young man awoke, he was tied up on the floor. The staff would later claim that he became a problem and had to be restrained, but he knew the truth.
“I felt when I got out of there and went through all I went through,” he recounted later. “I felt they didn’t know much of what they were doing at all.”
This poor guy went through a lot, to be sure, and now he’s got this hepatitis-HIV scare to worry about, too. What luck. If I were him, Harrington would definitely be hearing from my lawyer, as I mentioned before.
Investigations are still underway and people all over the state are being tested, at the state’s expense, I might add. Harrington faces 17 violations and could have his license revoked as a result, but I don’t think that even comes close to being a suitable punishment.
If you ask me, Harrington should face criminal charges for knowingly and willingly endangering the lives of his patients. We’re talking about a dentist—albeit a very bad dentist—with over 35 years of experience. If anyone thinks he wasn’t aware of his out-of-date drugs, dirty equipment and hack-job procedures, think again. This man received his license and had it regularly renewed, for goodness sake!
I don’t know what will happen, of course. And in all likelihood, Harrington will get only a slap on the wrist, at least from the medical establishment. But I tell you this: I hope the civil lawsuits from patients—especially those who actually contracted hepatitis or HIV from his office—come raining down and help guarantee this man never practices dentistry again.
Earlier this month, the Transportation Security Administration (TSA) announced that it would now allow passengers to board aircraft with small knives or pocketknives in their carry-on luggage. Larger knives and things like box cutters will still be prohibited.
In light of the September 11th attacks and Homeland Security issues, this announcement struck me as odd and rather contradictory. I remember taking a flight right after the attacks and having my cigarette lighter confiscated, the logic being that I could set some kind of fire, disable the aircraft and perhaps even bring it down as a result.
It seemed far-fetched to me at the time, but I was willing to accept it. After all, sacrifices had to be made in order to ensure greater passenger security. And I was willing to do my part.
This new TSA announcement gives me pause, though. Apparently, they feel small knives couldn’t hurt since things like locked cockpits will prevent someone with a pocketknife from doing any real damage. And since the passengers aboard United Airlines Flight 93 tried to overcome their attackers on 9-11, the TSA is confident that other passengers would step in if someone with a knife tried to start trouble on a domestic flight.
Can you say “wishful thinking”?
Last Wednesday, 61-year-old Frenchman Philippe Jernnard put on an Air France shirt and a jacket that looks similar to the ones worn by pilots; boarded the aforementioned US Air flight; walked right into the cockpit; and sat there until several airline employees discovered him and started asking questions. They quickly determined that he was not a pilot and contacted security, who immediately apprehended Jernnard.
Police have not yet determined what Jernnard’s motive might be, but Air France was quick to point out that he was not one of their employees. As such, he is being charged with trespassing, lying to police and impersonating a public servant.
Given this situation, it seems as if the logic behind the TSA’s “small knives on planes” announcement was quite flawed. Yes, some people stepped in to get Jernnard off the plane, but they were employees, not passengers. And what would have happened if Jernnard sabotaged something in the cockpit before being arrested? I shudder to think of the disaster he could have caused had flight attendants not acted so quickly.
And think about this: Jernnard isn’t even an American citizen. Imagine if someone more familiar with our airport system pulled a similar stunt. They might stand an even better chance of wreaking havoc. And if they also have a small knife on them, who knows what kind of injuries they could cause to suspicious airline employees.
I guess what it all boils down to is this: ALL weapons regardless of size should be prohibited from aircraft. It seems very clear to me that our focus needs to shift back to overall airport security.
Otherwise who knows who will be sitting in the cockpit when you take your next flight. Better yet, is this a risk you’re willing to take?
I’m certainly not.
Earlier this week, police in Louisville, Kentucky arrested Ellen Nicole Crawley for the August murder of her grandmother, Mary McClain. She is currently behind bars and if she is convicted of this heinous crime, the state will likely seek the death penalty.
According to the latest reports, Crawley had been living with her grandmother for several months and their relationship had been deteriorating ever since. At one point, McClain left a message with her sister expressing her frustration.
“I had to call a locksmith to come in here and open the door and then change the locks on the deadbolts so that [Crawley] cannot get in, and I’m not letting her in,” she said in the recording. “I don’t want her here any more.”
Unfortunately, changing the locks didn’t work very well. On the fateful August day, Crawley simply crawled through a window to get inside the house. She confronted McClain and later described to police what happened.
“She started hitting me and I went to pick up something,” Crawley said. “I picked up a skillet and hit her upside the head with it. She didn’t move or nothing.”
Crawley apparently thought her grandmother was unconscious and dropped the skillet in the sink, where police later found it. However, McClain was still alive, came to and immediately lunged for her granddaughter.
“She threw her hands on me, and I threw my hands on her, and I just, I just went a little too far,” Crawley recounted later. At that point, she strangled McClain until it was obvious that she was dead.
What happened next was bizarre. And no one described it better than Crawley herself.
“I went to the gas station and got me something to drink,” she told authorities later. “I just needed to think, and then I came back home drove in the garage and I went to sleep. I left [McClain] in there cause I couldn’t think. I didn’t know what to do.”
After drinking a few beers, the perfect post-homicide libation, Crawley moved her grandmother’s body from the car to the trash. She then stole some jewelry, fled the house and sold it in the hours following the murder.
Two days after the murder, McClain’s ex-husband came by the house and discovered her body in the trash. He immediately alerted the authorities, who arrested and imprisoned Crawley at once. And since she not only murdered her grandmother, but also stole and sold her jewelry, prosecutors are planning to seek the death penalty.
Here’s hoping they get it because honestly, this woman is seriously deranged. Anyone who kills a family member and then relaxes with a few beers while deciding what to do with the body probably shouldn’t be walking among us anyway.
Although education is extremely important and we constantly hear how America keeps falling behind the rest of the world, this remains one of the most unappreciated—and underpaid—careers in our great nation. We all seem to agree that America needs more great teachers, but it’s hard to attract people to these positions given all the challenges they face.
And dealing with today’s students is only half the battle.
Fortunately, there are some great teachers out there whose passion drives them more than their personal or financial needs. One such educator was 26-year-old Terrilynn Monette, a second grade teacher at Woodland West Elementary School in New Orleans, Louisiana.
Monette came to New Orleans through the “teachNOLA” program, which sends teachers to impoverished areas. In her first year at Woodland, she turned one of the lowest-achieving classes into one of the highest ones. And according to school officials, Monette excelled at her job because she truly loved what she was doing.
“She is wonderful, she is vibrant. She is determined. She holds her students to the highest of expectations,” Principal Amy Hoyle said recently of her star teacher. “She is very loving with her students. They are a family.”
In honor of her efforts, Monette was recently nominated for “Teacher of the Year” in her district. On March 2nd, she and some friends went out on the town to celebrate her nomination and landed at Parlay’s, a bar in the Lakeview area. They drank, had some laughs and eventually parted ways later that night. Since Monette was intoxicated enough for the bartender to cut her off, she told her friends she would sleep in her car until she was sober enough to drive.
That was the last time Monette was seen. And that was almost two weeks ago.
Police, family members and hundreds of volunteers have been scouring the New Orleans area for any signs of Monette or her missing 2012 Honda Accord, but have found nothing. They have no suspects, continue to investigate tips and other leads, and even dredged a nearby bayou in case she crashed and drowned there, but still nothing has panned out.
No one knows where Monette is or what happened to her. And at this point, there’s a chance that no one will ever know. Disappearing from the face of the earth is not congruent with her usual behavior, especially since she just became an aunt.
“Terrilyn was supposed to be the baby’s godmother,” her own mother Toni Enclade said. “I know she wouldn’t have just left on her own like that.”
Enclade believes that someone has taken her daughter against her will and continues to pray for her safe return, but it’s not looking good. Given that most missing persons are found within the first 24-48 hours, the odds certainly don’t favor Monette. All we can do in the meantime is keep waiting and hoping, I guess.
Great teachers are hard to find. And in the case of Terrilynn Monette, this adage takes on a much more literal meaning. I hope they find her soon. And I hope she’s alive and well so she can return to the one place where her talents and passions are most appreciated: the classroom.
Crime never sleeps.
Even when things are going well, the economy is firing on all cylinders and people have more opportunities for personal and professional success, there are still those who turn to crime for any number of reasons.
Unfortunately, few of them seem to possess any talent for criminal activity. Take the following misguided individuals, for instance.
A junior high school student in Colquitt County is facing some serious charges after he brought a pot pie to school for his friends. And I use the term “pot pie” literally since one of its key ingredients was none other than Mary Jane.
Working on a tip, Dr. Todd Cason, the school’s principal, intercepted the student, confiscated the pie and had it tested. Lo and behold, there was marijuana in there, so now the student faces a possession charge.
A few days later, the student’s father contacted the school to tell them his son admitted to lacing the pie. As convenient as this was given he had already been busted for it, I suppose it show some level of responsibility. Call it forced responsibility, if you must.
At least the pie he made was healthy. Eating marijuana does produce some weird side effects, but it’s also herbal. Maybe this kid was just a creative vegetarian?
Joshua Blodgett is a 26-year-old owner of a 2011 Honda Civic. For some reason, he decided to lead police on a high-speed chase down Interstate 293 near Manchester.
Blodgett managed to lose Derry police and parked his vehicle in a driveway on Route 102. Of course, he had no idea that state troopers had been alerted until they approached the driveway, so he took off again.
A short time later, Blodgett again pulled onto Interstate 293 and was planning to continue the chase when the unthinkable happened: he ran out of gas. His car drifted to a stop and after a short struggle, he and his female passenger were taken into custody.
Please don’t take this as an endorsement for high-speed chases, but if there’s any chance you could be pursued by police, it might be a good idea to top off your gas tank first.
Misty Vanhorn seems like another great candidate for “Mother of the Year,” or at least the Razzie equivalent.
Last week, Vanhorn was arrested and could soon be charged with trafficking children. And in case you hadn’t guessed, the children in question are her own.
According to investigators, Vanhorn went on Facebook and tried to sell her kids, a 10-month-old and a 2-year-old. She contacted an acquaintance and seemed willing to part with the toddler for $1000 or both for $4000 (a bargain by any child trafficking measures). Fortunately, that’s when the authorities stepped in. And here’s the craziest thing about this story.
When police asked why Vanhorn would consider selling her own children—especially for such a paltry amount of cash—she claimed that she needed the money to “bail her boyfriend out of jail.”
If you ask me, Vanhorn should be enrolled in some kind of prison education program for math. How she determined that two young children were worth less than some jail-bird boyfriend boggles the mind, to say the least.
Once again, my home state of North Carolina made the news, only not for something positive or uplifting.
That almost never happens unless Duke basketball is involved, but I digress.
Saturday afternoon, Calvin Matthew Trollinger broke into a home and assaulted the couple who lived there. What happened next had to come as quite a shock to him, though.
Rather than laying down or giving in to the home invader, the male homeowner fought back with one of martial arts’ most popular weapons: nunchucks.
Using the ancient Japanese implement, the resident beat the crap out of Tollinger, mostly in the head, and left him dazed and bleeding. Authorities noticed the laceration when they arrested him a short time later.
Thankfully, neither of the homeowners sustained any serious injuries. They should be fine, but Tollinger now faces charges for first-degree burglary, assault on a female and simple assault. I hope he learned his lesson.
If not, maybe he’ll wise up and take some nunchucks of his own the next time he decides to break into someone’s home. I only hope they meet him with something a little more powerful if this actually does happen.
As I said before, crime never sleeps. And if you consider things in light of these misguided individuals, I guess you could say that it doesn’t think, either.
I’m sure many of you remember this story. There’s even a chance I wrote about it here since stories like these always bother me.
At any rate, one of the men suspected of this heinous crime, actually the bus driver at the time, was found dead in his jail cell on Monday. Police say Ram Singh hanged himself, but his family disagrees. They suspect foul play.
“Ram Singh did not kill himself,” his father Mangi Lai told reporters. “He was murdered.”
Last year, New Delhi’s Tihar Prison had 18 deaths, but only two of them were suicides. To me, this means that Singh’s family may be correct. It is possible their son was killed by guards or police officers.
Although I never condone crime or violence, I can’t help but think Singh got exactly what he deserved for participating in the rape and murder of that young woman. Karma is a bitch, so he would have gotten his just desserts eventually. This just speeds up the process and saves the taxpayers money, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing.
Either way, it seems as if justice was served, at least for this first defendant. There are four others being held in Tihar Prison, so only time will tell if any of them will “commit suicide” before their scheduled day in court.
I certainly wouldn’t be surprised if more turned up dead, though. After all—and I apologize if this sounds kind of harsh—they all have it coming. And they will all pay the price, either in this life or the next.