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“Maximum Ride” sentence starters
  • “Man, you weigh a freaking ton. What’ve you been eating, rocks?”
  • “Can I come in?”
  • “We will call you Little One.“
  • “I can talk to fish!”
  • “She doesn’t have a soul. Have you ever seen her dance?”
  • “You were designed to be very smart.”
  • “And yet I still can’t program my DVD player.”
  • “There’s nothing special about him at all.”
  • “Well… He’s a snappy dresser.”
  • “Pick a tree. I’ll carve our initials into it.”
  • “So there you have it: the extent of my charms.”
  • “I don’t damnsel well. Distress, I can do. Damnseling? Not so much.”
  • “I choose you.”
  • “Oh, God, I want to do this all the time.”
  • “Don’t ever leave me again.”
  • “I won’t. I won’t, not ever.”
  • “Come back!”
  • “Wake up! Snap out of it!”
  • “You stupid jerk! I’m going to kill you if you die on me!”
  • “I offered to pee on him, but they said no.”
  • “They call me, The Sharkalator.”
  • “I love you. I looooove you. I love you thiiiiiiiiiis much!”
  • “I once ate nine sicker bars in a row without barfing. It was a record.”
  • “I vill now destroy de Snickuhs bahs!”  
  • “Blending is out of the question.”
  • “There is one bright side to this.”
  • “You looove me, you love me this much!”
  • “You are avake, yah?”
  • “And you’re still a jerk, yah?”
  • “You stand out like a fart in a church.”
  • “Where was the catch? ‘Cause I knew one was coming.”
  • “Do you ever have dirty thoughts about spongebob?”
  • “You’re all the same. Count me out.”
  • “Oh great. Yoda captured us.”
  • “Dang, I’m good.”
  • “I feel like I’m going to hurl.”
  • “I feel like I’m going to HURL. Which, even if I wanted to do, I couldn’t do, because I haven’t eaten.”
  • “I can’t even drag myself out of my room.”
  • “You’re a diabolical little pyro, aren’t you?”
  • “If you’re ever feeling a lack of middle-aged white men, just pop into the Capitol.”
  • “Yes, let’s have more testosterone running the country.”
  • “Go to Germany and have kids together.”
  • “Oh. Was I not supposed to say anything?”
  • “I mean, this is pathetic.”
  • “You can help each other. You’re perfect complements to each other.”
  • “Shut up!”
  • “I hear voices, okay?”
  • “If you’re gonna be here, get used to it. Or else keep your distance.”
  • “No, I know. It’s just–”
  • “Their mothers were nobodies.”
  • “Well, you’re right there.”
  • “Yeah, you’re sitting in a tree because you’re fine. That’s easy to see.”
  • “All you need now to make yourself more pathetic is a pint of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream!”
  • “Excuse me? I’m alive too.”
  • “So the first thing we’re going to do —is push you off the roof.”
  • “I am a starfishhhh!”
  • “I don’t care if we have our house, or a cliff ledge, or a cardboard box. Home is wherever we all are, together.”  
  • “If you think I’m going to let you give up on us now, you’ve got another think coming.”
  • “ No! It’s different for you, you don’t know what it’s like…”
  • “You’re coming with us right now, or I swear I will kick your skinny white ass from here to the middle of next week.”
  • “Now get up, before I kill you.”
  • “Well, when you put it that way…”
  • “Is that one of those square ones, in the middle?”  
  • “What’s so funny ‘bout peace, love, and world destruction?”  
  • “I’m not going to die today.”
  • “Time to die.”
  • “Harden your heart.”
  • “Save your world. Love it. Protect it, and respect it and don’t let haters represent it. 
  • “It’s yours! It’s all yours for the taking!”
  • “Don’t leave the saving to anyone else, ever.”
  • “I’m human, do you hear me? It hurts!”
  • “When did they start coming after you?”
  • “I think it was the bomb. That definitely seemed to tick them off.”
  • “Just give it your best shot.”
  • “You know, it sounds like you guys didn’t really think this all the way through.”
  • “Well, I got news for you, nimrod.”
  • “I’m done jumping through your hoops.”
  • “You can tell yourselves that you’re doing all this to save the world, but really you’re just a bunch of psycho puppet-masters who probably didn’t date enough in high school.”
  • “You mean you don’t have one? You can get ‘em at Target.”

The Brooklyn Daily Eagle, New York, January 16, 1924 and April 21, 1924

You - dirty - fish - peddling - bums

leave - this - innocent - girl - alone - and - get - the - right - ones - which - is -nobody - else - but - us - 

also - ask - Bohaks (sp) - manager - did - I - ruin - his - cash - register - also - will - visit - him - again - as - I - broke - a - pefectly (sp)- good - automatic - on - it 

we - defy - you  - fellows - to - catch - us

the bobbed - haired bandit and companion 

20-years-old and pregnant, Celia Cooney (nee Roth, aliases Cecile Cherisa and Celia Sheehan, born on the east side in 1904), the Brooklyn Bobbed-Haired Bandit, and her husband Edward, 25, pulled off roughly a dozen successful robberies in early 1924, between January and their arrest on April 21st. The couple used the same method invariably, with Celia, usually sporting a sealskin coat over a beaded dress, coming in first and asking a question of the shop keeper, and Edward coming in shortly after with a gun drawn in each hand. Victims of the pair claimed the woman was calm and collected while she pointed her baby automatic at them and told them to “stick ‘em up.” The couple would then rifle through the cash register and leave, taking only cash. Edward would borrow various vehicles from his work for getaway cars. Over 150 officers were called in to work the case, while the Mayor claimed that there was no such thing as a “bobbed haired bandit” - she was a figment of the media’s imagination. In March one of their drugstore robberies took place while a policeman’s ball was in full swing right across the street. At almost every scene Celia would drop another jeering note for the police, one read:

“I’ll kill you off one by one if you start out after me. So long boys; don’t forget you will hear from me during the week.”

And another read:

“I regret that I have not had the opportunity of giving you anything to do for the last few days. I have been taking a little vacation. However, I am now back on the job and you will hear from me regularly. I understand there is a new inspector assigned to Brooklyn. It doesn’t make any difference to me. Also I hear that the police have orders to shoot and kill me on sight. That’s all right but the police will not be the only ones to shoot.”

Celia’s landlady, who rented a room to the couple from April 1923 until September the same year, told papers Celia was “hard boiled”, a “wicked woman” and a “filthy tenant” who was “Bad, bad, bad!”. She claimed that Celia would “run around the house nearly naked and barefooted - go to the door that way - and such swearing I never heard in my life. She wasn’t a woman at all, at all - she was a she devil.”

Celia’s employer at a laundry said that she “was short and slender and dark complexioned. She was always prompt in getting to work and a good worker. She went out to lunch and noon and never chummed with any of the other girls, so far as I noticed. Finding out that she is the bobbed-haired bandit is some surprise to me - a knockout.”

Edward’s mother claimed that Edward, a welder for an auto repair shop by profession, would come to her house every morning for coffee before work and while there “We talked about the bobbed-haired bandit and he joked about her and said she was ‘pretty slick’.” Then one day Edward told his mother that he and Celia had to “go away for a time” but they’d be back to vindicate themselves.

Their final robbery, that of a Nabisco office that abutted the property where Edward’s mother lived, went awry when the money Edward expected to be out on a desk, where it usually was, was unexpectedly locked away. Edward had seen, through the back windows of his mother’s home, the money sitting out every week in large stacks on a desk when he stopped by his mother’s home before work. After ordering all the employees to line up against the wall, he and Cecilia turned to look for the cash and couldn’t find it. He lost his head when one of the employees tried to grab Celia’s gun and shot the man, Celia dropped a notebook and they fled without any money. This was the only time the couple ever physically hurt a victim.

Detectives claimed this was another major blunder: they committed this crime in the neighborhood in which they lived. Previous to this, all crimes had been in other jurisdictions.

The couple went on the lam, leading the police on a chase through 13 states before their capture by the detectives in Jacksonville, Florida after Edward sent a telegraph home to his mother, asking for money to bury the baby, a girl named Katherine who lived only 10 days. A short standoff ended when Celia promised the detectives she wouldn’t shoot if they wouldn’t. She claimed that Edward wanted to shoot her and himself rather than be taken into captivity but she told with a smile that “we couldn’t quit that way.” Both claimed that they were the one who had shot the clerk at Nabisco, and both claimed they were the mastermind behind the crimes. Thousands stood in Penn Street Station to finally catch a glimpse of the Bobbed-Haired Bandit.

The couple received sentences of 10 to 20 years, the maximum sentence, in and were released after 7 years, the minimum, in 1931. Celia told the judge that she didn’t want her baby to be born in squalor when she pleaded guilty. The state claimed the couple committed at least 15 crimes while the couple admitted to 10. Celia served her sentence at Auburn Prison and Edward at Sing Sing. While in jail Edward lost part of an arm when working a license plate printing machine and received a $12,000 settlement. During the suit against the State, where Celia testified on Edward’s behalf, the couple saw each other for the only time during their 7 year imprisonment. Celia’s brother Owen was shot while robbing a jewelry shop in 1927. After their release the couple had two sons, but Edward died of tuberculosis in 1936. As a single mother, Celia raised their sons in Queens and had to take welfare benefits, but for the rest of her life she stayed on the right side of the law. Celia passed away in Florida in 1992.

A few interesting sidenotes: 

A lot of transgender ladies were brought in on suspicion that the bandit could not possibly be a “real” woman.

F Scott Fitzgerald claimed his wife Zelda was stopped and questioned one night by police who suspected she might be the bandit.

Some psychologists posited that Celia’s pregnant state may have been the driving force behind her robberies - because her hormones were out of whack.

In September 1924 a New York producer introduced a burlesque show called the Bobbed-Hair Bandits, which featured “18 of New York’s most beautiful girls” - what, if anything, this show had to do with bandits the notice didn’t really explain, although it claimed there were beautiful costumes!

The Sasebo Slashing

On June 1, 2004 an eleven-year-old girl (pictured) known only as ‘Nevada-tan’ entered an empty classroom in an elementary school in Sasebo, Japan, armed with a box-cutting knife. She lured her classmate, twelve-year-old Satomi Miratai into a recording closet and stabbed her, slashed her wrists, and wounded her neck. Miratai died within seconds. Nevada-tan then went back to class with her clothes covered in blood and told a teacher what she had done.

Nevada-tan was swiftly arrested and initially gave no motive for the senseless murder. She was emotionless as she described killing Miratai, telling police she had asked her victim if she preferred being killed with her eyes shut or open. Nevada-tan cried as she told police that Miratai had mocked her for being “too fat” and had called her a “goody goody” on an online chat room. Despite being only eleven years old, Nevada-tan was an avid fan of horror manga magazines and police found violent videos downloaded on her home computer.

In September 2004 a judge declared Nevada-tan too young to receive a maximum sentence; she was instead sent to a reformatory for wayward girls and released after just four years.

Ever mess with the wrong guy?

Friend told me about a guy he knew named “Ben” and how he met out some crazy revenge:

Ben was driving himself down Johnson Rd. Now Johnson Road was one of those uncommon roads in suburbia that was kind of narrow. As he was driving, there were these three teenagers, 16, 17 and 19, walking shoulder to shoulder along the road with their backs to him. Not trying to hit them, Ben moved to the far left side to avoid them and give them enough safe space.

Turns out it was a ruse by those three kids to get cars to pass along them just like that. When he passed by them, they took out baseball bats they were hiding and started smashing his car as he passed. Took out his side mirror and minor damage.

Ben wasn’t too happy so he pulled over and got out of his car to address this, not too smart since it’s already 3 to 1 but you’ll understand in a minute. The three kids see him and realize their advantage and start charging at him, bats raised.

Now here’s where it gets good.

Ben pulls out a gun and tells them all to freeze. Turns out, Ben’s a retired Marine with a concealed weapons permit. The three kids freak out and stop dead in their tracks, arms raised. Ben directs them to get on their knees, lay facedown, and keep their arms and legs spread-out. Now this was back in 2000 when cell phones weren’t as common, but Ben happened to have one. He called the cops on the kids right then and there. He said, “My name is Ben, I’m on Johnson Road and three teenagers just attacked my car and threated to attack me. I am carrying a gun with a permit and have them on the ground and subdued, I need an officer to come by here as I am pressing charges and I want them arrested. When the officer arrives, I am the one with the gun and I will follow his instructions.”

The kids start begging for him to let them go, cursing each other, and probably giving sob stories but Ben’s not listening. The cop arrives, orders Ben to put down his gun, which he does, and then it gets better!

Turns out the cop is a retired Marine too! He hears Ben’s statement, sees the evidence, and then they have this exchange:

Cop: “So they came right at you?” Ben: “Yes.” Cop: “And you didn’t shoot them?” Ben: “No, they listened to my commands so I didn’t see the need.” Cop: “That what they’re teaching now?”

The cop then looks at the three kids and says, “You’re lucky you got him and not me, I’d have shot all three of you, coming at me with bats. If this guy would have shot all three of you dead, told me what happened, I’d send him on his way.” So the three kids get arrested and the cop tells the two youngest that they’re probably going to screw up their lives if they keep this up. He tells the 19 year old that he’s over 18 and an adult so it’s too late for him, he’s going to jail for this.

Then it gets better.

They all end up in court and, as it turns out, the judge’s son is currently in the Marines. He tells the other two that they’re going to be tried as adults too and eventually all three go to jail for the maximum sentence our state allows for this crime!


“We Are Gonna Kill You All!” - The Westside Middle School Shooting

Nothing is more troubling to our minds than the idea of two fresh-faced children picking up guns and deciding to murder their classmates for fun. Yet that is exactly what two pre-teen boys from Jonesboro, Arkansas, did on March 24, 1998.

Mitchell Johnson (13) and Andrew Golden (11) both came from conservative Southern homes where firearms were always within easy reach. Both boys were said to be polite and deeply religious, yet each displayed a violent streak around other children; Johnson would often pretend to be in a street gang and intimidate younger children whilst Golden had a reputation for being cruel to animals and shooting at neighbourhood girls with a BB gun. The two boys became friends after Golden invited Johnson to his house to shoot his fathers pistol; as their friendship progressed, the boys would gradually begin stealing ammunition and clips from Golden’s father and grandfather.

On March 28, 1998 - after their respective parents had left for work - Andrew and Mitchell retrieved a bulky package they had both hidden in the woods. Inside the package was camping gear, tents, food, and nine guns (all stolen from various members of Golden’s family). The boys loaded the supplies and weapons into Johnson’s mothers car, retrieved 2000 rounds of ammunition stashed in Golden’s bedroom, and then drove the car to Westside Middle School.

While Johnson set up a vantage point with the guns above the exit doors to the school playground, Golden went inside the school and pulled the fire alarm. As children began to file outside, Golden ran up the hill to where Johnson was waiting, took a gun in each hand, and opened fire. The confused schoolchildren, unable to see where the shots came from, scattered in all directions. Johnson had a rifle but was a markedly poorer shot than Golden - who had been declared an expert marksman the year before. Golden shot and killed two girls who tried to crawl under a picnic table, and also killed a teacher who had thrown herself on top of her students when the first shots rang out. Johnson shot two girls who took off running across the playground “with a big smile on his face”, as several witnesses would later say. The playground of Westside Middle School was littered with bodies when Golden and Johnson dropped their weapons and began to run. They had meticulously planned the attack to last less than three minutes, so they would have enough time to escape in the van and hide out in the woods. Unfortunately, they hadn’t counted on the extremely prompt response from police, who arrested the two boys. Five people were killed and ten were injured in the shooting, the most fatal ever to occur at a middle school.

Since both perpetrators were juveniles at the time of the crime, there was no question of them receiving the death penalty or life without parole. It was obvious from the start that the attack was well planned and both Golden and Johnson knew they were murdering their classmates; one injured victim told the court how Johnson had screamed “We are gonna kill you all!” during the shooting and how both boys had laughed at the sound of their classmates screams. Although Johnson apologised to the victims families, a psychiatrist testifying for the defense stated neither child felt particular remorse for the crime.

Mitchell Johnson and Andrew Golden were found guilty on five counts of murder and sentenced to imprisonment until age 21, the maximum sentence they could receive. Their relatively small term has called for reform around how juvenile cases are handled; both offenders are currently free.

Serial Killer Freed 
Aleksandr Rubel

Between September 1997 and June 1998 in a small town in Estonia, Aleksandr Rubel brutally murdered 6 people.

The solvent abuser would huff gasoline vapours before killing

One of the victims was stabbed multiple times by his father, Andrei Rubel. The victim was reportedly sleeping with Andrei’s wife, Aleksandr strangled the victim to death before the pair chucked him out the window.

At trial, Aleksandr Rubel was sentenced to the maximum sentence for a youth, 8 years

In 2006 he was freed, his last known whereabouts are Ukraine


They served him the MAXIMUM SENTENCE!!!!! Meanwhile rapist #BrockTurner served only 3 months, and murder #GeorgeZimmerman is a FREE MAN. 

Its so fucked up how the system works, How is he facing 10years for a couple of bags of cannabis.. He may have a prior record etc and its still not right, especially in these years of legalization.. Might not be legal in NJ but it will be soon, now that the country is noticing that there’s nothing wrong with it.. 

Crazy how a cannabis dealer can get multiple years in jail for selling something that the earth produces (meanwhile, buzzfeed shows us how to make alfredo using cannibus butter) but an officer can kill innocent people and get rewarded with leave pay (No jail at all).. Its just not right.. Its 2017 and people are getting tired..

Twenty-two year old Alexandra Tobias was said to be a devoted mother to her three-month-old son Dylan, whom she cared for by herself in her hometown of Jacksonville, Florida. Though Tobias struggled financially to care for Dylan, nobody around her ever imagined she would hurt him, and so it came as a complete shock to the community when Alexandra confessed to murdering her baby son because his crying distracted her from playing the popular Facebook game, FarmVille.

On January 21, 2010, Tobias claimed she woke up and fed Dylan like normal. When he settled down to sleep she decided to log in to Farmville and tend to her virtual farm, but Dylan abruptly woke up and began to cry. Tobias tried to continue playing, but Dylan’s crying tipped her over the edge; she snatched the baby off the couch and shook him furiously. She also admitted to hitting his head on the computer table and throwing him onto the sofa from a height. When Dylan stopped crying, Tobias continued her game. Its only when the baby went blue and wouldnt wake up that Tobias rang an ambulance and the police.

In her police interview Tobias claimed her pet dog knocked Dylan out of his crib and walked all over him. But when the officer interviewing her said Dylan showed clear signs of having been abused, Tobias broke down and admitted to shaking her baby because his crying kept interrupting her game of FarmVille.

A medical team atrempted to revive Dylan at the scene, but it was too late; the tiny three month old had brain injuries and a fractured neck caused by his mother’s vigorous shaking.

Alexandra Tobias was charged with the second-degree murder of her son and put on trial in December; the presiding judge imposed the maximum sentence of 50 years on her, saying in his closing argument “You chose an online game over your own precious son. This was a senseless killing, and you deserve the maximum punishment”. Tobias cried as the sentence was read out.

Crime Viral article about sibling killers

8 Shocking Cases of Siblings Who Became Killers

These following siblings had more in common than just the same genes - they also had the same desire to kill… 

8. Delfina and Maria de Jesus Gonzalez 

Delfina and Maria de Jesus Gonzalez were two sisters from Guanajuato, a north-central Mexican state. Between the 1950s to the mid-1960s, they ran “Rancho El Angel” a large prostitution ring where at least ninety-one murders took place. 

Police had arrested a young woman named Josefina Gutierrez on suspicion of kidnapping young girls in the Guanajuato area. During her questioning, she mentioned the names of the Gonzalez sisters. She led them to a property in San Francisco Rincon and their search shockingly found the bodies of 80 women, eleven men, and many fetuses. 

It was later discovered that the sisters would place adverts for housemaids who were wanted in the local area. When young girls replied to the adverts, they were held hostage and forced to take either heroin or cocaine. Those who became too ill, pregnant, damaged through sexual activity or just stopped pleasing customers were killed. Replaced with more innocent victims. 

The customers were killed too - anyone who showed up with a lot of cash would be disposed of and their money would then belong to the sisters. When questioned about the bodies on the property one of the sisters reportedly put it down to food poisoning. 

In 1964, the Gonzalez sisters were sentenced to forty years in prison. Delfina died in prison and Marina vanished after her release never to be seen again. They have a Guinness World Record entry as the “most prolific murder partnership”. 

7. Robert and Michael Bever 

In 2015, five members of the Bever family were found murdered at their Broken Arrow, Oklahoma home. The bodies of parents, 52-year-old David and 44-year-old April, were discovered with 66 stab wounds between them, 12-year-old Daniel had been killed by nine stab wounds, 7-year-old Christopher died after suffering six stab wounds and 5-year-old Victoria had been killed by seven stab wounds. 13-year-old Crystal survived and she identified the two killers to be her 18-year-old brother Robert and 16-year-old brother Michael. 

There was a lack of motive behind the boys’ crimes. They had both been home educated and neighbors claimed the family kept themselves away from others - the children were rarely allowed to mingle with others. Other neighbors commented that they only come to know the names of the family members when the murders were printed in the press. 

The brothers admitted they had killed their family, they also revealed they had a desire to kill for quite awhile but their original idea was to stage a school shooting somewhere close by. The very next day after the killings, 3000 rounds of ammunition had been delivered to the house that is believed to have been ordered by the brothers. They were both charged with five counts of first-degree murder and one count of assault and battery with intent to kill. 

6. Linda and Charlotte Mulhall 

Dublin-born sisters Linda and Charlotte Mulhall, killed and dismembered Kenyan immigrant Farah Swaleh Noor in 2005. Noor was killed as he was struck with a hammer swung by Linda and then stabbed with a Stanley Knife by Charlotte. They killed him after an argument over him dating their mother, Kathleen Mulhall. They also sliced off his head and penis then dumped his dismembered corpse in the Royal Canal, Dublin. 

Ten days later, his leg had been found floating in the river and the body was still wearing a sock. Neither the head and penis of Noor were never recovered - the girls later admitted they had disposed of these body parts in rubbish bins around Dublin. 

The sisters were arrested and they both admitted to their involvement in the murder. The media attention landed them the name “Scissor Sisters”. Their mother fled to England and their father, John Mulhall, hung himself in Phoenix Park, shortly after they were both charged. The judge labeled the killings: “The most grotesque killing that has occurred in my professional lifetime”. Charlotte Mulhall was given the mandatory life sentence and Linda Mulhall was given a 15-year sentence for manslaughter, they were both sent to Mountjoy Women’s prison in Dublin. 

5. Dan and Ron Lafferty 

On July 24th, 1984, brothers Dan and Ron Lafferty targeted their sister-in-law Brenda Lafferty, who was married to their brother Allen, and her 15-month-old daughter, Erica. Both brother’s had become extremists and members of the School of Prophets, founded and led by Robert Crossfield, where they believed God was sending them revelations. The brother’s said God wanted them to kill Brenda and her infant daughter as a “removal revelation.” 

Brenda was different from other women they had met before. She was a former beauty queen and a college graduate, she spoke up and told the brothers that she didn’t believe they were prophets. They also believed she was the reason Ron’s wife had left him. 

On that night in July, they beat their victims until they were unconscious and then slit their throats. Their friend Chip Carnes, who drove the getaway car, claimed that Ron thanked his brother Dan for “doing the baby.” After the murders, police found writings of the “revelation.” 

The brothers are now both on death row and still show no remorse for the killings. Dan told in 2004, “It’s never haunted me, it’s never bothered me. I don’t blame anyone for not understanding it. But if you had done it, it wouldn’t haunt you either. It was a strange phenomenon.” He added, “I held Brenda’s hair and did it pretty much the way they did it in the scriptures. Then I walked in Erica’s room. I talked to her for a minute, I said, ‘I’m not sure why I’m supposed to do this, but I guess God wants you home.’”

4. Alex and Derek King 

In 2001, in Pensacola, Florida, brothers 12-year-old Alex and 13-year-old Derek King, murdered their father, 40-year-old Terry King, after bludgeoning him to death with a baseball bat. Convicted child molester, 41-year-old Ricky Chavis, was also sentenced to a maximum of 30-years in prison after helping the young boys cover up the murder. 

After the boys had killed their father, they set their home on fire, called Chavis who came to pick them up, then washed their clothes and hid from the police at his house. His lawyer called his sentence “disproportionate” when compared to the maximum eight-year sentence the King brothers received for the murder. The boys, who were on trial separately, both pleaded guilty to third-degree murder and served their sentences in separate juvenile facilities. 

3. Erik and Lyle Menendez 

The case of the Menendez brothers shocked and gripped America in equal measure in the Nineties. The brothers murdered their rich parents in August 1989, when Lyle was 21-years-old and Erik was 18-years-old, planning the whole thing to make it look like some kind of ultra-violent Mafia hit. They had - according to their own defense - suffered years of abuse at the hands of their mega rich parents, so after it became too much, they banded together to defend themselves in a fatal way. 

However, as was revealed during their highly televised trial in 1993, the truth of the matter was somewhat different. They shot their father Jose and mother Mary in cold blood one evening in the family’s home in Beverly Hills, and then went out to the movies with their friends so that they’d have an alibi. For a while, this story worked out for them, regardless of the suspiciously lavish spending that ensued in the months following the parricide. However, soon enough, Erik confessed the crimes to his psychologist, L. Jerome Oziel. After being threatened by Lyle, Oziel talked about the murder to his girlfriend, who went on to report it to the police. The cops then moved in for the arrest, with the brothers facing trial in 1993, live on the newly launched Court TV. 

Before millions of mesmerized viewers, Lyle stated that he would miss his dog as much as his parents and Erik revealed that he “felt love for his mother when he placed the shotgun in her cheek.” Despite such shocking admissions, the two juries in the first trial ended up being deadlocked, requiring a second trial to be held. This time, with less media attention, they were found guilty and sentenced to life without parole. Yet perhaps more startling than the lateness of this decision or the crime itself is the news that behind bars, both brothers have now apparently found love, marrying pen pals and enjoying the kind of intimacy they didn’t quite have with their parents. 

2. Micajah and Wiley Harpe 

Macajah “Big” Harpe and Wiley “Little” Harpe, were serial killers and river pirates, who carried out their crimes in Tennessee, Kentucky, Illinois, and Mississippi during the late 18th century. Many claim they were America’s first serial killers who were responsible for the murders of 39 people, or possibly more, as there were 50 other unsolved murders which could have been connected to them. 

In 1797, the Harpes brothers were living near Knoxville, Tennessee but they had been driven from the town after they were caught stealing hogs and horses. They were also accused of murdering a man named Johnson, whose body had been found in a river - the torso ripped open and weighted down with stones. This would soon be the “signature” of the Harpes brothers and how they often disposed of corpses. 

They soon became known as vicious killers who would butcher someone at the slightest provocation - even their own children. It has been said Big Harpe bashed his own daughter’s head against a tree because she cried too much. This was also the only crime he ever showed genuine remorse for. 

Eventually, they were caught and confessed to killing 39 people. Big Harpe was shot dead and Little Harpe was executed by hanging in 1804. 

1. Anthony, James and Linwood Briley 

The Briley Brothers were Anthony, James and Linwood Briley. They were known as good boys, raised in a loving home, who would often help neighbors fix their cars or with repairs. However, behind closed doors, the boys collected exotic pets such as tarantulas, piranhas, and boa constrictors that they would torture and kill. Their own father kept his bedroom door padlocked from the inside when he slept at night. 

In 1971, 16-year-old Linwood aimed a rifle from his bedroom window, then shot and killed an elderly neighbor as she was hanging out some laundry. The crime was almost never solved until a funeral director found a small bullet wound under her armpit. Police investigated that the only angle the bullet could have come from was where the Briley house stood. Linwood admitted to the crime and said, “I heard she had heart problems, she would have died soon anyway.” He was sent to reform school for one year. 

The in 1979, the brothers went on a seven-month killing rampage that terrified locals. On March 12th, they knocked on the door of a Henrico County couple claiming they had car trouble and needed to use their telephone before eventually forcing their way into the house. They tied the couple up at gunpoint, doused them in fuel and lit the house on them on. Luckily the husband managed to free his arms and they both survived the attack. Days later they shot dead a vending serviceman. Then the following month they followed a 76-year-old into her house before murdering her. Their next victim was a 17-year-old boy who they killed by dropping a cinderblock onto his skull. 

Months passed by and the brothers began looking for another victim. When they came across a DJ who was taking a break between his set, they assaulted him and put him in the trunk of his own car. They then drove the car to an abandoned paper mill and shot him before dumping his body in a river. Later when they were arrested, Linwood was wearing a ring belonging to the victim. 

The same month, the brothers beat a 62-year-old private nurse to death and just five days later and only two blocks from their own home, they bludgeoned a couple to death with a baseball bat, scissors, and a fork. When the bodies were discovered, the scissors and fork were sticking out of their victim’s back. Their last victims were a couple who lived in the neighborhood, the woman was five months pregnant at the time. After the attack, the police noticed the brothers running down the street and were arrested soon afterward. All three brothers were sentenced to death row. 


Douglas Robinson, The New York Times, 16 April 1967

Thousands of antiwar demonstrators marched through the Streets of Manhattan yesterday and then massed in front of the United Nations building to hear United States policy In Vietnam denounced.

The Police Department’s office of Community Relations said that police, off leers at the scene estimated the number of demonstrators outside the United Nations at “between 100,000 and 125,000.”

It was difficult to make any precise count because people were continually leaving and entering the rally area. It was also almost Impossible to distinguish the demonstrators from passersby and spectators.

On Friday the police had announced that they were preparing for a crowd of 100,000 to 400,000.

Leaders of Parade
It was the largest peace demonstration staged in New York since the Vietnam war began. It took four hours for all the marchers to leave Central Park for the United Nations Plaza.

The parade was led by the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., Dr. Benjamin Spock, the pediatrician, and Harry Belafonte, the singer, as well as several other civil rights and religious figures, all of whom linked arms as they moved out of the park at the head of the line.

The marchers—who had poured into New York on chartered buses, trains and cars from cities as far away as Pittsburgh, Cleveland and Chicago—included housewives from Westchester, students and poets from the Lower East Side, priests and nuns, doctors, businessmen and teachers.

Chant From Youths
As they began trooping out of Central Park toward Fifth Avenue, some of the younger demonstrators chanted: “Hell no, we won’t go,“ and “Hey, Hey, L. B. J., How Many Kids Did You Kill Today.”

Most of the demonstrators, however, marched silently as they passed equally silent crowds of onlookers. At several points—notably Central Park South from the—Avenue of the Americas to Fifth Avenue—the sidewalks were swarming with onlookers. Other blocks were almost deserted.

Some of the marchers were , hit with eggs and red paint. At 47th Street and Park Avenue, several demonstrators were struck by steel rods from a building under construction. Some plastic cups filled with sand barely missed another group. There were no serious injuries.

At least five persons were arrested for disorderly conduct. Three youths were taken into custody when they tried to rush a float that depicted the Statue of Liberty.

The demonstration here and a similar One in San Francisco were sponsored by the Spring Mobilization Committee to End the War in Vietnam, a loose confederation of leftwing, pacifist and moderate antiwar groups;

A few minutes before 11 AM, an hour before the parade started, about 70 young men gathered on an outcropping of rock in the southeast comer of the Sheep Meadow in Central Park to bum their draft cards. They were quickly joined by others, some of whom appeared to have decided to join in on the spot.

Hard to Check
The demonstrators said that nearly 200 cards were burned, although in the chanting, milling throng it was impossible to get an accurate count or to tell whether all the papers burned were draft cards.

Surrounded by a human chain that kept out hundreds of onlookers, the demonstrators first clustered In small groups around cigarette lighters, then sat down and passed cards up to a youth holding a flaming coffee cam Cheers and chants of “Resist, Resist,” went up as small white cards—many of which were passed hand to hand from outside the circle—caught fire.

Many of the demonstrators carried or wore daffodils and chanted “Flower Power.”

It was the first large draft-card, burning in the protests against the war in Vietnam, although groups of up to a dozen had publicly burned their cards.

Among the group yesterday was a youth in the uniform, jump boots and green beret of the Army Special Forces, whose name tag said “Rader.” He identified himself as Gary Rader of Evanston, Ill., and said he had served a year and a half of active duty as a reservist.

Like the rest of the demonstrators, the card burners were a mixed group. Most were of college age, and Included bearded, button-wearing hippies, earnest students in tweed coats and ties, and youths who fitted in neither category.

There were a number of girls who burned half of their husband’s or boy friend’s draft cards while the men burned the other half. Among the burners were a sprinkling of older men, including several veterans and the Rev. Thomas Hayes of the Episcopal Peace Fellowship.

Last week the United States Court of Appeals for the First Circuit held unconstitutional a law passed in 1965 banning draft-card burning under pain of a maximum 5-year sentence and a $10,000; fine; Two convictions under the law, however, have been upheld by United States Courts of Appeals in the Second and Eighth Circuits.

Vietcong Flags Raised
In his speech at the United Nations rally, Dr. King repeatedly called on the United States to “honor its word0 and “stop the bombing of North Vietnam.”

“I would like to urge students from colleges all over the nation to use this summer and coming summers educating and organizing communities across the nation against war,” Dr. King told the crowd.

Before making his speech, the minister and a five-man delegation presented a formal note to Dr. Ralph Bunche, Undersecretary for Special Political Affairs at the United Nations.

The note said: “We rally at the United Nations in order to affirm support of the principals of peace, universality, equal rights and self-determination of peoples embodied in the Charter and acclaimed by mankind, but violated by the United States.” The demonstrators began to assemble in Central Park’s Sheep Meadow early in the morning.

On one grassy knoll, a group calling itself the United States Committee to Aid the National Liberation Front of South Vietnam built a 40-foot high tower of black cardboard tubing. They then attached a number of Liberation Front (Vietcong) flags, of blue and red with a gold star in the center.

At 12:20 P.M., the parade stepped off from Central Park South and the Avenue of the Americas, with Dr. King and the other leaders in the vanguard. They were surrounded by a group of parade marshals who linked hands to shield them from possible violence. From the hundreds of people  lining the route of march came expressions of anger or support.

“I think it’s terrible, ” said Carl Hoffman, an engineer from Hartford, who stood at the corner where the march began.

Nearby, 20-year-old Estelle Klein, an office manager from Queens, gazed at the students, nuns, businessmen, veterans and doctors marching by and said: “I’d be out there too, but I don’t know, I just don’t think it’ll do any good.”

As the demonstrators moved east on 59th Street, they encountered bands of youths carrying American flags and hoisting placards with such slogans as “Bomb Hanoi” and “Dr. Spock Smokes Bananas.”

The bands of youths ran along the sidewalks paralleling the line of march, calling insults at the demonstrators.

Along one stretch of high-rise apartment houses on Lexington Avenue, eggs were dumped from a number of windows and many marchers had their clothes stained with red paint tossed by persons behind police barricades.

Guests Peer Out
From the windows of the Barbizon-Plaza Hotel the Plaza and the St. Moritz, guests—a few still in pajamas—peered from their rooms at the throng moving out of the park. Most of these watchers neither applauded nor heckled.

Although the demonstrators were supposed to follow a line of march set up by the police, several thousand members of the Harlem contingent broke away and marched down Seventh Avenue through Times Square.

Several fistfights broke out in Times Square between angry motorists caught in a huge traffic jam and the paraders.

At 42d Street and Second Avenue, a fight broke out between several spectators and 19-year-old Edward Katz of Manhattan. Mr. Katz said later that he was trying to get to his car with his wife and baby when “a group of anti-peace people started knocking over the baby carriage.”

By 4 P.M., the last of the marchers had moved out of Central Park, leaving it looking like at disaster area. The paths and roadways were covered with litter.

There were several floats in the parade, including one on which Pete Seeger, the folk singer, rode with a number :of children. They sang folk songs like “This Land Is Your Land” as they rolled along the line of march.

Most of the marchers carried signs that had been authorized and printed by the Spring Mobilization Committee. Among the slogans were “Stop the Bombing,0 “No Vietnamese Ever Called Me Nigger’! and, “Children Are Not Born to Burn.”

There were many unauthorized banners and placards, however. One, a bed sheet carried by three young men, bore in large black letters the words, “Ho Chi Minh is a Virgin.”

A minor scuffle between the police and the peace marchers broke out at 3 P.M. on the south side of 42d Street just west of First Avenue when some marchers tried to turn north.

Patrolmen, on foot moved into the crowd, trying to push them into line. Other policemen on horseback charged into the throng and helped turn the marchers back. Nearby, counter-demonstrators screamed: “Kill them, kill them.”

The speeches at the United Nations did not, start until after 2 P.M. While the demonstrators waited, filling the plaza from 47th to 42d Streets, they were entertained by folk singers.

An overflow crowd filled the side-streets west of First Avenue. More than 2,000 policemen were on hand at the United Nations to keep order, and to separate demonstrators from counter-demonstrators.

‘Be-in’ at the Park
A “be-in” of several thousand young men and women preceded the start of the parade. They gathered on a rock but-cropping in the southeast corner of the Sheep Meadow, dancing and singing to the music of guitars, flutes and drums.

Many of the young people had painted their faces and legs with poster paint. The sweet smell of cooking bananas hung over the group.

Unidentified demonstrators set fire to an American flag held up on a flagstaff in the park before the march began, the police said. No arrests were made in connection with the incident.

After leaving Dr. Bundle’s office at the United Nations, Dr. King told newsmen that the “demonstration was “just a beginning of a massive outpouring of concern and protest activity against this illegal and unjust war.”

The speeches ended soon after 5 P.M. when a downpour drenched the plaza, converting it into a field of soggy clothing, peeling placards and deep puddles.

The rally area was almost completely deserted by 6:30, except for crews from the Sanitation Department who were cleaning up a mountain; of debris.

Speakers at the rally, in addition to Dr. King, included Floyd McKissick, national secretary of the Congress of Racial Equality, and Stokely Carmichael, leader of the Student Non-Violent Coordinating Committee.

Mr. Carmichael, who spoke against background shouts of “black power,” described the United States’ presence in Vietnam as “brutal and racist,” and declared that he was against “drafting young men, particularly young black Americans.”

Mr. McKissick called for the immediate withdrawal of American troops from Vietnam and predicted that the turnout of marchers would bring “some positive, action” from Washington.

The Rev. James Bevel, who was national director of Spring Mobilization, said he would give President Johnson “one month to stop murdering those folks in Vietnam.”

“That’s all we’ll give him, one month to pull those guns^out,” Mr. Bevel said with his fists upraised. “If he doesn’t, we’ll close down New York City.” He did not elaborate.

Before leaving Central Park, Mr. Belafonte told newsmen that he was participating in the demonstration because “the war in Vietnam—like all wars—is immoral.”

McHardt Week Day 7: Power Swap

Knight!McCree and Highwayman!Reinhardt.

McCree was taken in by Baldrich and trained to be one of their quickest in battle. He specializes in rocketing from place to place, quick small barrier placement, and spinning that gigantic hammer of his. Overwatch was more than impressed with his skills and vigor in battle against the omnics for someone so young, and recruited him as one of the founding members of Overwatch.

Reinhardt had joined the Lion’s Guild of Thieves years ago, adoring the old fashioned style the guild operated in, and quickly climbed the ranks. Eventually a sting operation by Overwatch destroyed the Guild, and recruited Reinhardt on grounds that he would face maximum sentence otherwise. His skills with his Pepperbox and Hyper Crossbow would have been wasted outside of Blackwatch.
FGM charge for Detroit doctor Jumana Nagarwala in US first - BBC News
Jumana Nagarwala could face life in jail if convicted of mutilating young girls over more than a decade.

A doctor in the US city of Detroit has been charged with carrying out female genital mutilation (FGM) on young girls in what is believed to be the first case of its kind in the country.

Prosecutors said Jumana Nagarwala had been performing the practice on girls aged between six and eight for 12 years.

She was investigated after the authorities received a tip-off.

If found guilty, she faces a maximum sentence of life in prison.

FGM was made illegal in the US in 1996.

In a voluntary interview with investigators earlier this week Dr Nagarwala denied being involved in any such procedure, local media reported.

But prosecutors said she had performed “horrifying acts of brutality on the most vulnerable victims”.

Some travelled to her practise from outside the state of Michigan and were told not to talk about the procedure, they added.

Dr Nagarwala appeared in a federal court in Detroit and was remanded in custody.

“Female genital mutilation constitutes a particularly brutal form of violence against women and girls. It is also a serious federal felony in the United States,” acting US attorney Daniel Lemisch said.

A crossbreed Mongrel, which was later named Star,was found near the city of Birzebbuga on the island of Malta in 2011. Animal welfare officers found her after they heard whimpering while investigating an unrelated case. Beneath a wooden board with a tree stump placed on top of it to weigh it down, officers were confronted with the distressing sight of a dog’s face buried in the dirt.

That wasn’t the worse part, though. When Star was dug out from the ground, it was found that all of her limbs were tied together and she had been shot repeatedly in the head with a pellet gun. Shockingly, the doctors removed 40 pellets from her skull during an emergency surgery at the Ta’Qali hospital. Thankfully, Star survived. Star’s case had caused outrage in Malta where, regardless of the nature of the act, the maximum sentence one can face for animal cruelty is a one-year jail sentences with/or a fine of 46,500 euros (49,878 USD).

The week after Star was found animal lovers held a silent protest in Valetta that expressed their disgust. People had even expressed their support with hugely dedicated Facebook pages, at the time the largest had 7,000 followers. Also, at that time more than 1,000 people signed an online petition to help catch the perpetrator and to make money to fund Star’s medical bills. Even a local jeweler gave then a 250 euro gift voucher as a reward to help catch the person who abused Star.

After she was found, Star had at least 20 people lining up to adopt her. But at that time, due to her level of trauma, Star couldn’t be adopted out yet. Her abuser, Alfred Vella, confessed to the charges of animal cruelty. Why did he shoot her and bury her alive, you’re wondering? Because she was getting old. Alfred only got 3 months in prison and had to pay 10,000 euros (11,300 USD).

To cheer you up from this disgusting, horrific story, here is  a video of Star:

Murder Most Foul - Jeremy Steinke and Jasmine Richardson

Most pre-teen girls go through phases of rebellion against their parents, but twelve-year-old Jasmine Richardson of Medicine Hat, Canada, took teenage rebellion to a horrific extreme when she assisted in murdering her parents and younger brother because they forbade her to see her boyfriend, twenty-three-year old Jeremy Steinke.

Jasmine had a normal childhood with doting parents, but her personality changed when she created a MySpace account and became interested in gothic culture. It was through this interest that she first met Jeremy Steinke - over a decade her senior - and began a secret relationship with him. Steinke was a self-confessed witchcraft enthusiast, claimed to be a 300 year old werewolf in human form, and reportedly wore a vial of human blood on a chain around his neck.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, Jasmine’s parents objected to their relationship, and before long forbade Jasmine from having contact with Jeremy. Furious, Jasmine continued seeing him in secret and the two began hatching a plan to rid Jasmine of her parents meddling. A note recovered from Jasmine’s bedroom by police displays how callously the couple felt about murder. In Jasmine’s hand it read “Ok, I have this plan. It starts with me murdering my parents and ends with us being together.”

On April 22, 2006, Jeremy Steinke sneaked into the basement of the Richardson house armed with a knife. When he encountered Jasmine’s mother he beat her to the floor and began stabbing in a frenzy. Jasmine’s father attempted to protect his wife with a screwdriver but he too was overpowered and stabbed repeatedly; the coroners report later noted that the Richardson parents had suffered dozens of stabbing injuries each.

Meanwhile, Jasmine had sneaked upstairs with a knife and busied herself with killing her younger brother. She later said to police that her brother had begged for his life before Jasmine choked and then stabbed him. Sated, the two murderous lovers fled the chaotic scene to a friends house, where they estatically had sex.

A young boy visited the Richardson house the next day and glimpsed the bloody corpse of Jasmine’s mother through a glass door. Police were dispatched to the home where they immediately noted the absence of Jasmine; fearing she was being held hostage, police released her description and an all points bulletin across the area.

Though they had planned her family’s murder thoroughly, Jasmine and Jeremy clearly didnt give much thought to evading capture; within a day they were located and arrested, with Jasmine’s part in the murders frighteningly clear when she spoke about murdering her brother. She showed little remorse and giggled when informed police had found drawings of hers that depicted the brutal slaying of her family.

Jasmine Richardson was charged with three counts of murder and remains the youngest person ever charged with murder in Canadian history. Because she was only twelve at the time, she legally could not be charged as an adult. Despite overwhelming evidence she was an active participant in the awful crime, Jasmine Richardson was sentenced to only ten years in prison, the maximum sentence a person of her age could recieve. Her relatively light punishment caused a public outcry throughout Canada, with calls to reform the sentencing process for under-age offenders. Her lover Jeremy Steinke was charged with three counts of murder and recieved three life sentences.

Angel Experiment Starter Sentences Part 2

“I’m letting them catch my scent.”
“Double eew.”
“I mean, she’s like a little sister.”
“She won’t let her go.”
“These dumb birds have more of mom than I ever had.”
“No one ever did that for me.”
“Doesn’t he realize how unique the subject is?”
“This one won’t hurt. I promise.”
“Maybe the moon is made of cream cheese.”
“We’re being very careful.”
“If only we had time to dig a pit.”
“We just have to make sure not to get caught.”
“Is it night yet?”
“I found a pair of dark clothes for you, and I’ve got some too.”
“You ready to roll?”
“One of them managed to clip me with some shot, can you believe it?”
“Why didn’t you go to the hospital?”
“They’re not practicing safe driving habits. Tsk. What a shame?”
“We’d probably start a huge forest fire or something.”
“IT’s always been a dump. That’s why we like it.”
“We have to eliminate them.”
“Little pig, little pig, let me in…”
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you, you can run, but you can’t hide.”
“You left before they could fix you up with the latest technology. Your loss.”
“I have to go find my parents!”
“Well this is a total suckfest.”
“I’m a mutant freak!”
“Do you have X-Ray vision?”
“I can promise you’re safe here.”
“Unusual like what? A double rainbow? Sugar-free soda that actually tastes good? Gasoline for less than a buck fifty?”

Two Inches of Glass

Originally posted by fifty-shades-of-mara

Pairing: Daryl x Reader
Word count: 2,900
Warnings: Swearing, talk of incarceration, talk of cheating

Jerking awake, you jumped out of bed and ran down stairs. You had heard banging, and then yelling. “Babe?!” You called out, just to have him shoved by you by a police officer, in cuffs. “What the hell?” Seeing your boyfriend like that wasn’t something you’d expected that night.

Daryl had gone out with the guys, told you he would be out late, and kissed you goodbye after dinner. Hell, you hadn’t even heard him come home.

He looked over at you, and you saw the pain in his blue eyes. “It’ll be okay, baby.” He gave you a small smile before he was out the door, in the night air.

“Ma’am?” An officer tried to get your attention, your gaze locked on your open front door. “Ma’am?” Your memories of that night had started to blend with your present, the officer’s voice turning into the security guard at the courthouse.

You shook your head, looking to the security officer trying to get your attention. “The jury reached a verdict.” He told you gently, as he’d been on duty many days when you’d come to court. He wasn’t harsh like some of them were, and had been there to make sure you were okay after court.

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1994. Hvis lyset tar oss

Hvis lyset tar oss (Norwegian for If the Light Takes Us) is the third album by solo project Burzum. It was recorded in September 1992, but was not released until April 1994, whereupon it was released through Misanthropy Records and Vikernes’ own record label, Cymophane Productions. The album is considered a classic in the black metal scene.

Varg Vikernes recorded the first four Burzum albums between January 1992 and March 1993 at the Grieg Hall in Bergen. However, the releases were spread out, with many months between the recording and the release of each album. During this time, Vikernes became a part of the early Norwegian black metal scene and befriended Mayhem guitarist Euronymous. The two developed a feud that culminated in Vikernes stabbing Euronymous to death in his apartment building in Oslo in August 1993. He was arrested a few days later and, in May 1994, was sentenced to 21 years (the maximum sentence in Norway) in prison for murder and several church arsons.

The album cover features a drawing by 19th century artist Theodor Kittelsen named Fattigmannen (The Pauper). Vikernes dedicated the album to Fenriz of fellow band Darkthrone and “Demonas”, possibly referring to Demonaz from band Immortal. 

According to Vikernes, Hvis lyset tar oss is a concept album, about:

[…] what once was, before the light took us and we rode into the castle of the dream. Into emptiness. It’s something like: beware the Christian light, it will take you away into degeneracy and nothingness. What others call light I call darkness. Seek the darkness and hell and you will find nothing but evolution. 

Hvis Lyset Tar Oss is one of greatest black metal album ever released, and its opening track, Det som en gang var, one of greatest black metal song ever recorded. 

Varg Vikernes are Burzum, and Burzum by definition is Darkness, the shining of a unique light into a shadowy world where seas of sound are all alike. The music of the Darkness lights the way of those who care to listen, and the music of the Darkness is Burzum.

Maximum Ride: The Angel Experiment Starter Sentences Part One

“I’m not going to die today.”
“Bite me.”
“Another day. Get up and face it.”
“Can you do my buttons?”
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”
“I love you best too.”
“I want to go pick strawberries today.”
“You always acted so much better than everyone else.”
“You’ve got it all wrong. We’re the good guys.”
“Watch it idiot!”
“We’re not the enemy! They’re the enemy!”
“You’re so full of it.”
“Why don’t you just say why you won’t let me come?”
“She’s my sister!”
“We clear on Plan B?”
“On the minus side we’re mutant freaks who will never live a normal life.”
“Would they have food?”
“I feel like concrete.”
“I second that emotion.”
“Bombs are good. I love bombs.”
“You want to go be Supergirl, protector of the weak?”
“Go get me the alarm clock. The Mickey Mouse one.”
“Actually I think kicking your stupid butt would be good for me.”
“No sudden movements, or we’re both bird feed.”

My thought on Brock Allen Turner, convicted rapist

As the outrage towards the Brock Turner verdict grows, so does my anger. While we wait for someone more competent than Judge Aaron Persky to address this convicted rapist’s crimes, there are a number of offenses that can’t help but be repeated:

  • Dan A. Turner, Brock’s father, wrote a letter about how this case has ruined his son’s life. The most infamous line from this letter is the following sentence: “That is a steep price to pay for 20 minutes of action out of his 20 plus years of life.”
  • The maximum sentence that Brock Turner faced was 14 years in state prison. Aaron Persky sentenced Turner to six months in county jail (three months for good behavior). He stated that any more jail time would have a “severe impact” on the twenty year-old’s life.
  • Leslie Rasmussen, a childhood friend of Turner’s and drummer of indie band Good English, wrote: “I don’t think it’s fair to base the fate of the next ten + years of his life on the decision of a girl who doesn’t remember anything but the amount she drank to press charges against him. I am not blaming her directly for this, because that isn’t right. But where do we draw the line and stop worrying about being politically correct every second of the day and see that rape on campuses isn’t always because people are rapists.” (This excerpt was provided by US Magazine’s website.)
  • According to the iconic letter written by the Stanford Survivor, Brock Turner plans to establish a program for high school students, where he will speak to them about his experience “to speak out against the college campus drinking culture and the sexual promiscuity that goes along with that.”
  • ‘Bustle’ posted an article revealing the contents of the letter that Turner wrote to the judge, including this: “During the day, I shake uncontrollably from the amount I torment myself by thinking about what has happened. I wish I had the ability to go back in time and never pick up a drink that night, let alone interact with [redacted]. I can barely hold a conversation with someone without having my mind drift into thinking these thoughts. They torture me. I go to sleep every night having been crippled by these thoughts to the point of exhaustion.”

My thoughts about all of this:

Putting aside the fact that the woman who was assaulted can never go back to the way her life was before, I agree with the fact that Brock Turner’s life will be forever altered by this case. In fact, I’m counting on it.

I hope that every single time he applies for a job, they turn him away. I hope that every woman he meets has the good sense to avoid him like the plague, from this very day until the day he dies. Lord help us all if Brock Turner ever has children of his own and the disturbing sentiment he and his father share is passed down. Above all, I hope he never gets a moment of peace for the rest of his life.

The point of being convicted for rape, for taking away someone’s consent and innocence, is the severe impact. Aaron Persky, a former Stanford athlete, let his bias towards the ‘aspiring Olympian’ cloud his judgment. Those “20 minutes of action” had a life-long impact on the unnamed survivor.

Leslie Rasmussen needs to reestablish her way of thinking if she believes that Brock Turner is anything but guilty. She also stated, “This is completely different from a woman getting kidnapped and raped as she is walking to her car in a parking lot. That is a rapist. These are not rapists. These are idiot boys and girls having too much to drink and not being aware of their surroundings and having clouded judgement.” Most rapes are committed by someone that the survivor knows. (That’s what the woman who was assaulted and anyone else who has ever been sexually assaulted are- not victims, they are survivors.)

Dan Turner is a complete imbecile for attempting to convince the public that his son should be sympathized with. Am I really supposed to feel sorry for your rapist of a son because he doesn’t have the appetite to eat a fucking ribeye steak? Your son shouldn’t have to register as a sex offender- he should be required to not only register but also have it tattooed across his forehead. You and your child are goddamn idiots, beyond any form of help, if you believe all of this comes down to “campus drinking culture and sexual promiscuity” and want to “break the cycle of binge drinking and its unfortunate results.”

Fuck Dan A. Turner, fuck Leslie Rasmussen, fuck Judge Aaron Persky, and fuck Brock Allen Turner!