Groene Murderer, Joseph Duncan, Involved in Another Child Murder
California authorities have matched a partial fingerprint on a piece of duct tape used to bound 10 year old Anthony Matinez to Joseph Duncan.
Duncan is the human garbage who broke into the home of Shasta Groene, bludgeoned her entire family to death, then took off with Shasta and Dylan Groene. Duncan later killed Dylan but was later found with Shasta in a Denny's restaurant.
In the picture, the judge who released Duncan on yet another child molestation charge so he could go on to kill the Groene family, is in the lower corner.
Another American Tourist Goes Missing
George Smith IV of Greenwich, Connecticut was on a honeymoon cruise when he went missing on July 5.
Here's yet another murder handled terribly by foreign investigators. Much in the same manner as Natalee Holloway, missing in Aruba since late May in this year of our Lord 2005.
Folks, they want American money but when Americans go missing they don't want the bother of the investigation or bad publicity.
For the murder of George Smith IV on that Royal Caribbean International cruise ship too was an inexcusable delay in investigation by the authorities involved. There were reports of something untoward going on in that Smith cabin even BEFORE Smith went missing.
Barbara McCulloch reported screams coming from the Smith cabin and took pictures of blood stains on the canopy of a rescue boat. She was on the cruise with her family and the screams as well as the blood-stained pictures were reported to ship's authorities before it was even known that Smith was missing.
In addition, a retired cop phoned the ship's "911" number that very same night and reported a loud "thud" coming from the Smith cabin.
For five days no one interviewed either McCulloch or the retired cop.
Over time more details are emerging about this strange case.
There's that matter of Smith's new bride. Who was found passed out in the ship's lounge the following morning. Whose statements have been inconsistent, at first claiming that she and George went to sleep that night as normal. It's still unclear how newlywed Jennifer Hagel Smith ended up in the ship's lounge if both she and her husband allegedly went to sleep as normal.
The latest news on this case is the possible involvement of three men who were seen "helping" Smith to his cabin that night. Passengers all around the Smith cabin reported sounds of angry men from within. Two of the men are alleged to be Russian. Both Smiths were reported to have been very drunk that night.
As of this writing there hasn't even been confirmation that a crime has been committed.
What with the screaming and arguing heard all around, never mind the blood stains, one might reasonably assume George Smith IV did not innocently fall overboard that night.
Cruise ships are governed by no particular law. The FBI as well as the state of Connecticut are investigating the crime. How likely are they to be able to bring Smith's murderers to justice after all this time?
As for Smith's bride, Jennifer Hagel Smith, it's still unclear her involvement in this "crime".
Watch for details of this botched investigation to emerge this coming week.
The United States of America is a great big beautiful country. We've the Grand Canyon and endless oceans on both coasts.
Perhaps it's time for Americans to travel within the confines of our own wondrous land. Sure a crime still might occur but at least American investigators will get involved and will not be subject to the secrecy and coverup of whatever tourist government does not care..
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Ray Gricar's Laptop Found in River
Ray Gricar is a Pennsylvania prosecutor who went for a drive one day and never returned.
He had a devoted girlfriend and from all indications was a happy man living a normal life.
His car was found abandoned at an antique mall.
Even odder about this missing person's case, Gricar was allegedly spotted having a dinner with an older woman somewhere near Canada. While erroneous sightings of missing people are common, in this case the couple who reported the sighting went to great pains to verify what they saw, not even reporting the incident until they returned home to check another picture of Gricar to be sure they got it right.
I saw Gricar's fiancé on Greta and even she seemed shock by this credible sighting.
Now Gricar's laptop was found at the bottom of the river. With its hard drive missing.
When Gricar was reported missing there was much speculation over the missing laptop as well as his abandoned car. Well now we have the missing laptop which was, we may assume, tossed into the river.
And why is the hard drive missing?
I'm still working on the theory that Ray Gricar arranged his own disappearance and went off to live with another love in Canada. By me that missing hard drive was insurance that no one would ever know where he went.
It's a strange world sometimes and people do strange things.
From Newsday:
August 1, 2005, 12:04 PM EDT
BELLEFONTE, Pa. -- A laptop computer that belonged to a county prosecutor who has been missing for more than three months was found in a river near the spot where his car was abandoned, police said Monday.
Two fishermen found the computer, which was missing its hard drive, on Saturday at the bottom of the Susquehanna River, Bellefonte police said. The fishermen turned it over to state police who determined it belonged to Centre County District Attorney Ray F. Gricar.
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That Whacky Jackson Jury
Michael Jackson picks his young victims based on their appearance as well as their descent from a very dysfunctional family.
In his most recent conquest he picked a kid with such a crazy mother that the jury hated the woman right from the start. On various interviews, various jury members scolded the woman for shaking her finger at them or for being so stupid as to allow her child to sleep with Jackson.
Hey, it was a California jury. Guess they didn't get the message that the victim's MOTHER, no matter how unlikeable, was not the one on trial.
Dear Lord now there's more.
For several of the jurors are reportedly working on a book. And one such ghost writer who was approached for help on the books has reported what he has learned.
It's not pretty.
The ghost writer, named Brown, reported that the older woman juror named Cook, the lady who snarled on national TV that the victim's mother shouldn't be "snapping your fingers at me", allegedly exchanged winks with Jackson's mother, exchanged wardrobe tips and STILL has a cozy relationship with Katherine Jackson.
Brown also reports that three female jurors were rabid Jackson fans and often cooed "Not my Michael" during jury deliberations.
More information HERE.
Hey, it's only a little Spick kid and we're talking mighty Michael Jackson. Michael gave the kid gifts and showed him and his family a good time.
In California, celebrity trumps all. And the celebrated should be provided fresh young boy meat that he may entertain us better with their needs fulfilled.
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A Heinous Crime Flying Under the Radar
Came across this story and was flabberghasted.
There's no murder or even death involved. Yet's it's as heinous a crime as most any.
Seems a Mr. Cline had a diabetic, disabled wife. Seems, like Dennis Rader, Mr. BTK, Cline enjoyed watching his victim "die" and unlike BTK, Cline had a ready victim every day of the year..
Cline would overdose his disabled wife with insulin than spend some time with her, strangling her or suffocating her with a plastic bag. Before his wife died Cline would administer glucose to bring her back to "life".
What's even more despicable, Cline videotaped his escapades for his later enjoyment.
From Yahoo News:
"Her face begins to turn blue and her hands turn black," Gaertner said. "Then he revives her. We see him giving her glucose and she returns back to life."
Often, prosecutors claim, Cline repeats the process, suffocating and reviving her sometimes two or three times per session. Cline later played the tapes for his own sexual gratification, police said.
More True Crime Updates HERE
The Video Game
I think it's time someone spoke up and state the truth. We are, after all, a consortium of minds, existing to think, but yes, to feel, touch, smell and experience, as we did once. I'm sending these thoughts out with a pressure broadcast so that all may receive. And think, as is our practice.
We all know it began with the game, and it doesn't matter exactly whose mind invented it. We are encouraged to exercise our thoughts. It's all we have, really, and there's no sense denying it was the game that made us realize just what we may have lost.
Please, don't protest with the usual platitudes. We are so much better off, without bodies that ache, age and decay. There was no more room for our bodies. We had already destroyed all else that also had bodies. This way, we have the best of it all, I can hear you thinking.
This is true. Yet it's not true. It's the game. It's confused us.
How could we not have known? Just what kind of fools have we been, existing in our non-existence and not even know our history? Or, know it but not really know it?
Then an exercise in entertainment is begun. We all agreed that it was a genius game. Even at this stage, ESPECIALLY at this stage, we have designed video games of incredible complexity. Of course, we are not bothered with details such as electricity or manufactured parts. It's a wonderful past time, I concur. This video mind game, which the inventor chose to call, simply, The Video Game, was genius even beyond the rate we routinely achieve.
At first, I thought the game's beginning, from a single cell, impossibly dull. "Come on," I thought, "Pac-Man was better than this."
It became quite a piece of work, didn't it folks? And now it has me thinking about some things that, I'm guessing here, we have evolved NOT to think about.
Yet the game grew beyond anything we could have imagined. But we could have imagined this, I submit, if the imagining of such had not been prevented as part of our protective evolutionary process . I hope I'm making some sense here.
A really good video game, we know, runs the gamut from total annihilation of the player to victory by overcoming the obstacles. With practice, goes the assumption, the player learns to overcome the fireballs and nasty monsters to survive to a higher level.
We played it with utter fascination, didn't we? The thing grew on its on, didn't it? After awhile, there was no more input required from us, and we, a bevy of minds, didn't even realize it. It grew on its own, we watched it, and we learned something. Something our genetic material programmed from our collective memories. Ah! But it had not been completely removed. A recessive gene perhaps? We are as far as we can go on the Mendel trail, with no more need for reproduction and death. Maybe this recessive gene remained for a reason, is what I'm thinking here. Maybe, well, just think about it.
The original inventor did start things along with, the 'big bang'? Is that what they call it? A great plan, by the way. Wonderful idea. Inventions later added; water, air. Planned into the big bang event as a result. Genius!
Then the living cell. What a hoot. At first I thought it a little pac-man. When I first saw it, I despaired that the genius of the game's beginning was now reduced to silly energy pellets. The game's inventor, I understand, did base the intended result on the Pac-Man games stored somewhere in our mind memory vaults. In the end, it was a brilliant concept, but, yes, at first, I thought.....stupid.
Then the levels kept coming. At first, each level achieved had been carefully planned by the game's inventor. Some theatrics did result, to our collective delight, I suspect. Those crazy dinosaurs! I almost didn't want to get past this level, it was so much fun.
The game took on a life of its own, didn't it?
We know it now and we knew it when it was happening.
Sure, I can experience a walk through a meadow. We all can. Even though there are no more meadows, our memory vaults have stored the memories for our well-being. For our survival. It's still all about survival, isn't it? I can't speak for everyone, but I realized this as The Video Game continued up its levels, with no input from any of us.
We too can experience orgasms, hear the bird songs, smell the roses. Even though these things don't actually exist any more, we have them in our memory vaults that we can continue to be. Our contentment, even if living as only a mind, is important- so that we are happy and wish everlasting existence.
Heck, I wouldn't know how to die even if I wanted to. Things dying. That was the most sobering part of the game. Blew my mind, really. To just cease to exist. What a concept.
I remember when I first realized it wasn't the same. It was the bumblebee sting. Remember that one? A mind-with-a-body was walking through a garden. A bird was singing, remember? I tuned into my own bird singing memories and it was a pleasant sound, wasn't it? Then some, what...lilies did they call those things? Some of those were blooming and she took a deep whiff. In no time I recalled the smell memory and wow, it was nice, yes? Remember then, the bee came out of the flower and stung her. She jumped around, (I called up movement memories, I felt the fatigue of the action), and yelled with pain.
I was able to bring up pain memories. Were any of you? It was difficult, but if you concentrate enough, they are there. This is really what I'm communicating about. The fact that the pain memories are still there. They shouldn't be there. They should be gone, right? They serve us no purpose, now. Why are they still there?
I realized it because of the bee sting. You see, there was no plan. It was a walk through the garden. The player had to avoid obstacles, like bees for example. Only by this time the game was running along on its own and the mind-with-a-body who occupied this level didn't die because of the bee sting. She (and the idea of different sexes blows my mind) just went on about her business and I was rushed to keep up with the memories I had to recall.
Then I knew that it was the dimension and depth of it all that made the difference. I'm quite sure, let's all admit it, that we had by then realized what was going on in the game.
I just got swept along. I gave up trying to conjure up the pleasant memories. I didn't bother with the concentration required to recall the pain memories. They weren't any fun anyway, which was probably why they were so buried.
After a while I just found myself watching. We all did, didn't we? Watching and wondering what it all meant.
So what do we do now? If I am the first one to ask the question on all of our minds, then so be it.
Should we try to stop the game? Could we even stop the game? Do we want to try to alter where we all know the game is going? Could we do even this?
Or worse. How many of us are wondering how we might actually get INTO the game? Hmmmmm?
Quite a few of us have so considered, I bet. I now pose the question....why? Why are we even tempted to go back to this? When we have it all right now, where we are; all of the good things, none of the bad. So why are we using our minds to try and figure how to get back into the game? Or am I the only one?
Probably we can't go back. We just are not equipped to exist within the game.
Finally, I must ask this question for which I am sure we have no answer.
What do we do about the fact that the minds-with-bodies think that we are their God?
More Smashing Fiction HERE
Interesting Take on Natalee Holloway
We put the comment here but have never heard a thing about Natalee running away.
This doesn't mean it didn't happen but I have not heard such a thing. The commenter, however, asserts it as truth.
We report. You decide.
Why does everyone think our fair haired girl from our bama state is lost or murdreed. In high school she was always playing pranks. She always bragged she waq too good for everyone and she hated her real mom. She ran away two times when she was 15.
She ran away to venezuela. where she is now on strip
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Posted by peter from alabama to The Kaitlyn Mae Book Blog at 7/29/2005 08:42:54 PM
Aruba Post Links Below.
Aruba 1 HERE
Aruba 2 HERE
Aruba 3HERE
Aruba 4 HERE
Aruba 5 HERE
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Couple of "I Want to be a Hilton" Comments
Comments: The plight of the poor is heart wrenching and sad. It's a day to day drama that we can all identify with. The plight of the children of the rich who aren't properly nurtured or prepared for life is more interesting to us because it takes on the actual characteristics of real tragedy.
It'd depressing to have nothing and to have to figure out how to survive. It's tragic to have everything and yet not have a life as the rest of us know it. That's why Paris Hilton makes good TV. She's a tragedy waiting to happen.
Ultimately the underpriveleged person who works hard and finds ways to better themselves is going to be a lot happier with the life they end up with, however modest it is, than a rich person who has everything and doesn't know what to do with it or with their life.
Dave
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Comments: My heart bleeds for you. Truly, it does. You didn't ask to be put into what can be a most difficult and frustrating situation and I will not make light of it. Everyone, rich or poor or in-between, has problems and deserves sympathy. Still, my heart bleeds more for people trying to figure out how they can find their next meal or a roof to have overhead or would try anything they could (that was moral) to trade their problems for yours. Ever experienced the pain of not eating for days? Now, *that's* suffering, and it can be a thankless and lonely way to live too. No wonder many people dream of having a difficult life like yours rather than a miserable existence like theirs.
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Thanks Natalie,
I woke up this morning,and thought,why am I trying to defend having money.I have had to do this all of my life for one reason or another.And your right,all we can do, is what we can do. I was taught at an early age that, this was not our money to spend on our ourselves, and if at all possible, it is to be given anonamously.
Life would be so much easier if I could just sit by the pool all day, and not constantly worry if I am making the right choices telling one charity,yes and one charity not this year,and then to be called greedy and I have no soul, because,I cant give to everyone that asks.
Alot of times it sucks being on this end of things(just something for those who think people with means dont have a care in the world
Hilton post HERE
Hilton post HERE
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Fly on Wall-Fooling the Media
Ok, you've convinced me. If a meeting like that didn't take place it should have.
Of course, you left out the backup plan where they nominate Roberts after floating Clement, so that when Roberts gets shot down Clement will look so good that she'll sail through with minimal debate.
Dubya Fools the Media Here
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Fly on the Wall-The Plame/Wilson "Scandal"
Interest comment from the editor of PoliSat.com.
I think your "fly on the wall" satire is closer to the truth than you think.
Jim
--Wrenn, Editor@PoliSat.Com.
July 26, 2005 #01 Daily Update at PoliSat.Com, where satire is always commentary, but commentary isn't always satire.(tm)
Referenced post HERE
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A Liberal Speaks
Ladies and Gems, this post and the picture receive the most hits of any post on this Blog. It's a "pic of the week" showing mighty "blue" America by city and county. Showing, for all the world to plainly see, that America is not as "blue" as the liberals would have you think.
I don't know why it's a favored post but it is. Just this past week a comment was posted on this post-below. The commenter is obviously a liberal as one can plainly see the ad homonym attack. The commenter is telling Kaitlyn Mae to forget her Grandma...that I am crazy.
Show the truth in plain black and white, or in this case in plain red and blue, and a typical liberal rebuttal is call you crazy.
Post with most hits on the Kaitlyn Mae Book Blog
forget about your grandma and think for yourself. she sounds crazy anyway.
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Posted by Anonymous to The Kaitlyn Mae Book Blog at 7/29/2005 08:51:59 PM
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