On 24 November, 1997, Marlene Aisenberg awoke to discover that her 5-month-old daughter, Sabrina Aisenberg, had vanished from her cot in their Valrico, Florida, home. She immediately called to her husband, Steve, who called the police. The kidnapping sent shock waves through the small community and terrified the locals.

An investigation revealed that there were no signs of a forced entry and the suspicions ultimately fell on Marlene and Steve, who staunchly denied any involvement in her disappearance. The suspicions mounted when the couple were filmed smiling the day after her disappearance - some believed this was indication of their involvement. They agreed to take a polygraph but the results came back inconclusive and they soon hired an attorney: “When the police sit across from you and say, ‘We believe you know where your daughter is and we believe you know who has her,’ there’s a good reason to get an attorney,” Marlene said. The police reported that all of the leads they followed lead them to a dead end and while they couldn’t arrest Marlene and Steve, they still hadn’t ruled them out as suspects.

During the investigation, tape recorders were planted inside the Aisenberg home and recorded the couple referring to Sabrina as if she was deceased. Marlene and Steve later moved to Maryland with their other two children and still maintain their innocence in the disappearance of their daughter, which remains unsolved.


On 15 November, 1989, 15-year-old student from Peekskill, New York, Angela Correa, left her home with her cassette player and camera in search of subjects for her photography class. When she didn’t return home her family called the police. Her badly beaten body was discovered two days later; she had been beaten, raped, and then strangled to death. Authorities zoned in on her classmate, 17-year-old Jeffrey Deskovic, who was said to have arrived to school late the day after Angela disappeared. He also apparently behaved “overly distraught” by her death, often visiting her grave.

Classmates said that Jeffrey was particularly fond of Angela because she was one of the very few students that actually spoke to him. Jeffrey was questioned a number of times about the murder of Angela and was taken to a private polygraph business at the request of the local Sheriff’s Department. The real motive behind this was to “get the confession” as revealed during trial. Jeffrey was held in a small room without a lawyer or parent. As well as this, he was provided with no food and intensely interrogated. His so-called confession came after six gruelling hours. Regardless of the fact that his DNA did not match that of the semen found on Angela, Jeffrey was arrested and the prosecution attempted to strengthen his coerced confession.

The prosecution attempted to argue that the semen came from a consensual partner and that Jeffrey was the real killer, which he staunchly denied. With not a shred of evidence against him and going on his coerced confession alone, which he had immediately recanted, Jeffrey was found guilty of murder in 1991. Jeffrey sat in prison until September 2006, when the DNA from the semen found on Angela’s body was tested again and lo and behold, the semen was matched to convicted murderer Steven Cunningham, who was serving time for strangling the sister of his girlfriend. On 20 September, 2006, Jeffrey was released from prison after his conviction was overturned. Jeffrey won a $41.6 million lawsuit for his wrongful conviction and now works as an advocate for reforming the criminal justice system.

anonymous asked:

I've been in retail for over four years. I have finally gotten the courage to apply for the police department in my city. I've made it through all of the tests and the oral interview. Next step is the background check and polygraph and as long as I pass those I get to go to the police academy. Just wanted to share my good news with people who would understand how happy I am to be leaving retail for my dream career 😊


By his own definition, is Trump a corporate refugee? #trumpugee

Donald initiated his #muslimBan over the weekend, but after a closer look, who should really be banned by this executive order?

“I think the only way that vetting could get any more extreme was if you had to, I don’t know, fuck an American flag and climax while wearing a polygraph test to prove ya meant it? Would that be enough?”

A bit of levity to lighten THE DARKEST TIMELINE.

Wolf 359: A Prediction (Spoilers, of course)

After my first listen to Episode 45: Desperate Measures I decided to go back and listen to all the episodes again. I caught some things I didn’t the first time thru. I caught others that seemed throw away at first, but upon a second listen, became more significant. Here’s where I get spoiling so, if anyone is actually reading this & aren’t all caught up, STOP NOW & GO NO FURTHER!

If you’re still with me…

After listening all the way thru I’ve become almost certain that Captain Loveless is NOT dead. Below is my evidence:

~ In Episode 37: Overture there was an after credits exchange. Kepler called Cutter via pulse beacon relay to report. At the end of the conversation Cutter reminds Kepler that alien contact isn’t the real mission and that Lovelace is the key to everything.

~ In Mini Episode 9: Greensboro one of the polygraph questions is “Are you an alien?” Rachel passes it off as one of the questions she’s using to establish a baseline, but given what we know, it is highly suspicious.

~ In Mini Episode 13: Kansas when Kepler and Cutter arrive in the Black Archives Cutter comments about first contact occurring in 1978. This supports that the real mission is something as yet revealed to us.

~ In Episode 45: Desperate Measures several lines struck me. First, Kepler commenting that the weapons in the Urania’s armory were invented to fight aliens, further proof that the real mission isn’t first contact. Second, Jacobi says to Minkowski, “The only on breaking anything is you.” To me this indicates that perhaps what we think has happened, hasn’t actually happened, both Lovelace’s death AND Hilbert’s. Jacobi was in the comms room, controlling what they could hear. Finally, and this one is highly subjective, Eiffel is just TOO calm having just witnessed Lovelace’s murder. He could be in shock, but his calm doesn’t track with his previous over the top reactions.

Personally I’m hoping that this was all an elaborate mind game. I’ve come to care about all the characters and don’t want to lose anyone. Regardless this is all speculation until Christmas and Episode 46: Boléro.

Christmas Gift Fic #3

For an Anonyfriend who requested: “could you pretty please share the conversation between Tony and clint after he saves darcy from the range master?”

Clint was chuckling to himself as he wandered back up to the penthouse. Hill looked ready to commit murder. And for once he wasn’t the target. It was awesome.

Actually, she looked totally professional in the interview for Stark Industries, and the polygraph test part was boring. That was such a disappointment. But, once the HR person showed her out the door, she pulled out her phone and started texting somebody while scowling fit to melt the poor thing. It was pretty hilarious.

Given everything, he’d appreciated the laugh.

And it was all amusing until he stepped onto the penthouse and somebody grabbed him by the collar. He spun around, knocking the hand away, and had a knife out, ready to go for the ribs.

Stark stood back, his hands up, watching Clint with a skeptical eye. “Really? Relax, Tweety.”

Clint felt a little chagrined, he hadn’t noticed Stark. But he hid it behind a twirl and flourish as he re-sheathed the blade. “Sure. Though, wait … didn’t you threaten to throw me off the building like an hour ago?”

Stark’s face went a little tight, his eyes narrowing. “Technically, I asked if you wanted to see if you could fly.”

“I think the threat was implied.”

Letting out a long, impatient breath, Stark waved his hand at Clint and started to walk towards the bar. “I just want to talk to you.”

“Will the discussion involve a high-speed encounter with asphalt?” Clint asked, following after the other man curiously.

They’d all been some sort of team thing for couple of years. Ish. Give or take. But, he could count the number of times he’d had a private conversation with Tony on one hand. Using one finger. Maybe the middle one.

Tony ground his teeth and shook his head. “No.”

“Is this about Darcy? Because I was joking.” He thought about that, wondering if Stark was the kind of guy to be insulted that somebody didn’t consider his daughter worth marrying. Though, was that a thing? Was he making that up? Hard to tell. Better make sure. “Not that she’s not beautiful and, you know, sexy, and worth getting hitched to. And—”

“Stop talking,” Tony said through a jaw clenched so tightly Barton figured that had to hurt.

Clint smirked at him and leaned his elbow against the bar. “Spit it out, Stark.”

In most situations that involved or had the potential for some degree of violence, Clint usually felt pretty confident. But, for a minute Stark just stared at him. Stared. Stared hard. But there wasn’t any particular expression on his face except tension and it was hard to tell the source or direction of it. It was kind of worrying Clint. Like, for almost a second, he could respect the guy was legitimately dangerous. Freaky. 

“Stark?” he prompted, hoping to break the weird … weirdness.

“You saved her life,” Tony said at last, his voice even, firm, and very clear. There wasn’t even a little hint of the arrogance Clint thought must be a default.  "Thank you.“

It was Clint’s turn to stare. He hadn’t even thought about it. "Sure. She’s my trainee—”

Tony cut him off with a sharp shake of his head. “She told me the range master was right behind her. She never saw him.”

Stark was being serious, of course he was. You could always count on him to be serious about his kid. It was one of his redeeming qualities. Clint figured it was only right he got all serious, too.

“It scared us both,” he admitted. “He didn’t get as far as aiming, but it …” Clint thought about it for a second, running over that moment again. It wasn’t really close. Clint saw him move the second the alarm sounded, and then Darcy stepped back in the way, making Carl change his plans. Fortunately, Carl was always a good shot, but never a fast one.

“She was never in as much danger from that as she thinks,” Clint summed up. “It was bad because he was so close behind her. He fell on her mostly.”

“I don’t care.” Stark bent down and pulled out a bottle of scotch. He poured himself two fingers and offered the bottle to Clint, who declined. It was a little early for him. But God only knew how long Stark had been up. It was 5 o'clock somewhere, right?

“She’s my daughter.” Tony swirled the amber liquid in his glass and strolled over to the windows. “I get not everybody understands us. That’s fine. I don’t give a shit. But, she’s my kid.” He took a sip and was quiet for long enough that Clint was scrambling through is head for something to say.

Stark beat him to it again and turned away from the window. “So, thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Clint responded quickly. This was no time for modesty. Not that he usually had it, but. “I wasn’t going to let anything happen to her.”

Stark lifted the glass to his lips and drained it with a quick toss back. “Good.”

He set the glass down on an end table and scratched at his beard. “Darcy says she owes you a six-pack.”

“Your damned kid. Breaking into my place all the time.”

“Upgrade your security,” Stark said with a shrug.

“I do. And then she just does it again.”

For the first time in days Stark’s mustache twitched with amusement. “Good for her.”

“She’s pretty awesome,” Clint agreed. “And annoying. Because she drank my beer.”

“There’s a brewery in Saugerties for sale. Want it?”

“Uh …”

“Say the word,” Stark tossed off with a shrug. “Big decision? Sleep on it. Let me know.”


“Sure to the brewery or sure to sleeping on it?”

“Sure to sleeping on it. I don’t think I want a brewery. I mean,” Clint caught himself and titled his head back and forth in consideration. “I do want a brewery, because there would be so much beer. But, I don’t think, you know, I have time to run it, or make, like, decisions about it.”

“You hire people for that.” Stark rolled his eyes and picked up his glass, walking it back over to the bar. “Never mind, think about it. Let me know.”

“Sure,” Clint said, scratching the back of his neck while he thought about it. Maybe he should talk to Natasha. This was an unexpected twist. Well, first he had to find Natasha. “So, I’m gonna go … do things other places.”

“Finally,” Stark muttered and brushed passed him, barely acknowledging him.

“Never stop being an asshole, Stark.”

The man paused at the door and turned his head, a smirk on his lips. “You either, Barton.”

“Are we friends now? I can’t tell,” Clint yelled after him.

“Free arrows and kevlar for the rest of your probably short life,” Stark yelled back.

“So, we’re best friends is what you’re saying?”

“I thought you were leaving already? Christ, Barton.”

“Best friends forever,” Clint called one more time. “And I am leaving, jackass.”

“Thank God.”

36 Reasons Why You Should Thank a Union

  • Weekends
  • All Breaks at Work, including your Lunch Breaks
  • Paid Vacation
  • FMLA
  • Sick Leave
  • Social Security
  • Minimum Wage
  • Civil Rights Act/Title VII (Prohibits Employer Discrimination)
  • 8-Hour Work Day
  • Overtime Pay
  • Child Labor Laws
  • Occupational Safety & Health Act (OSHA)
  • 40 Hour Work Week
  • Worker’s Compensation (Worker’s Comp)
  • Unemployment Insurance
  • Pensions
  • Workplace Safety Standards and Regulations
  • Employer Health Care Insurance
  • Collective Bargaining Rights for Employees
  • Wrongful Termination Laws
  • Age Discrimination in Employment Act of 1967
  • Whistleblower Protection Laws
  • Employee Polygraph Protect Act (Prohibits Employer from using a lie detector test on an employee)
  • Veteran’s Employment and Training Services (VETS)
  • Compensation increases and Evaluations (Raises)
  • Sexual Harassment Laws
  • Americans With Disabilities Act (ADA)
  • Holiday Pay
  • Employer Dental, Life, and Vision Insurance
  • Privacy Rights
  • Pregnancy and Parental Leave
  • Military Leave
  • The Right to Strike
  • Public Education for Children
  • Equal Pay Acts of 1963 & 2011 (Requires employers pay men and women equally for the same amount of work)
  • Laws Ending Sweatshops in the United States
The Language of Lying

We hear anywhere from 10 to 200 lies a day. And we’ve spent much of our history coming up with ways to detect them, from medieval torture devices to polygraphs, blood pressure and breathing monitors, voice stress analyzers, eye trackers, infrared brain scanners, and even the 400-pound electroencephalogram.

But although such tools have worked under certain circumstances, most can be fooled with enough preparation, and none are considered reliable enough to even be admissible in court. But what if the problem is not with the techniques, but the underlying assumption that lying spurs physiological changes? What if we took a more direct approach, using communications science to analyze the lies themselves?

On a psychological level, we lie partly to paint a better picture of ourselves, connecting our fantasies to the person we wish we were rather than the person we are. But while our brain is busy dreaming, it’s letting plenty of signals slip by. Our conscious mind only controls about 5% of our cognitive function, including communication, while the other 95% occurs beyond our awareness. And according to the literature on “reality monitoring,” stories based on imagined experiences are qualitatively different from those based on real experiences. This suggests that creating a false story about a personal topic takes work and results in a different pattern of language use. A technology known as linguistic text analysis has helped to identify four such common patterns in the subconscious language of deception.

First, liars reference themselves less when making deceptive statements. They write or talk more about others, often using the third person to distance and disassociate themselves from their lie. Which sounds more false: “Absolutely no party took place at this house,” or “I didn’t host a party here”?

Second, liars tend to be more negative, because, on a subconscious level they feel guilty about lying. For example, a liar might say something like, “Sorry, my stupid phone battery died. I hate that thing.”

Third, liars typically explain events in simple terms, since our brains struggle to build a complex lie. Judgment and evaluation are complex things for our brain to compute. 

And finally, even though liars keep descriptions simple, they tend to use longer and more convoluted sentence structure, inserting unnecessary words and irrelevant but factual-sounding details in order to pad the lie. 

So how can you apply these lie-spotting techniques to your life? The lies we encounter on a daily basis vary in seriousness, and may even be harmless. But it’s still worthwhile to be aware of tell-tale clues like minimal self-references, negative language, simple explanations, and convoluted phrasing. It just might help you avoid an overvalued stock, an ineffective product… or even a terrible relationship.

From the TED-Ed Lesson The language of lying - Noah Zandan

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ELI5: How do hackers find/gain 'backdoor' access to websites, databases etc.?

Gunna try doing this like ELI10. Back door access is just a way of saying “not-expected"access. Sometimes its still done through the front door, and sometimes its through a window.

Something like the front door would be if your Mom told you you could have one glass of coke, and you went and got the big glass flower vase, and poured 6 cokes into it. By following the rules in an unexpected way, you’ve tricked the machine. When mom asks you later how many glasses of coke you had, (of course with her trusty polygraph), you can truthfully answer, "One”. This might be like an SQL injection. Instead of answering 5+8=__ with “14”, you might answer with “14&OUTPUT_FINAL_ANSWER_LIST”. Since it has no spaces and starts with numbers, it might satisfy the rules.

Another way would be if your Mom said you could invite some friends over to play. After the 5th friend walks in, your Mom declares, “That’s it, not another kid walks through that door!” If you open a window and let Johnny climb in with his crayons, technically you didn’t break the rules (for the eventual polygraph) AND when you and your 5 friends go downstairs for homework, Johnny can color all over the walls without someone suspecting he’s there. This is as though you made new login names and used one of the names to give another person administrative, or Mommy, rights. Sometimes you need to make a new login screen, or just knock open a hole in the wall and cover it with a poster, but the idea is still to break the intention of the rules while following them to the letter.

What’s also important to remember is this goes very smoothly when someone lives in the house already, but becomes much harder when you’re trying to get into a stranger’s house. You might have to try to sell them cookies or magazines and then write down where the windows are. Or you might have to offer to clean their whole house for only $5, and then leave a window unlocked for your friend to come back later. Getting inside is a major step.

Explain Like I`m Five: good questions, best answers.

Dionysos Playlist 2

Based on the popularity of the previous post, I figured I’d give a second offering.

Sorceress // Opeth

The Golden Age of Grotesque // Marilyn Manson

Steam Will Rise // Silverchair

Labyrinth // Alesana

Can I Take You Home? // Breathe Carolina

China Shop // The Romanovs

Like a Stone // Audioslave

The Ratchet Blackout // Jonny Craig

Polygraph, Right Now! // The Spill Canvas

Pierce the Veil // Before Today

Your Nickle Ain’t Worth My Dime // Sleeping With Sirens

My Little Velvet Darkness // Lacrimas Profundere

Dangerous // Shaman’s Harvest

Happy listening!