Cruise Ship Murder Update
George Smith IV disappeared while on a honeymoon cruise with his new wife. Disappeared but leaving behind puddles of blood in his cabin and on a canopy of a lifeboat.
On Hannity and Colmes this past week we discover that Smith was led back to his cabin by CRUISE SHIP EMPLOYEES!
Which means that George Smith IV was last seen by employees of the cruise ship.
As with most of these investigations when Americans go missing, a great coverup combined with shoddy investigation is now occurring.
It’s only an American after all. Or so goes the tourist center sentiment. There’s plenty more where that dead one came from.
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The Strange Case of the Runaway Washing Machine
Rebecca Hope Wagoner died when the young girl became “trapped” inside of a triple-load washer. “Trapped” being in quotes because intriguingly, Hope’s 14 year old half brother has been charged with involuntary manslaughter.
Hope’s mother, Rebecca Wagoner, took her son and daughter to the Laundromat to use the facility’s phone. While Wagoner was on the phone with her husband, something happened in that Laundromat.
Something that caused the authorities to arrest the 14 year old elder brother for involuntary manslaughter.
The Wagoners are suing the triple-load washer’s manufacturer because the machine allegedly started with no coins inserted.
So how did the child end up in the machine, how did the machine come to start without the necessary eleven quarters, why is the brother under arrest?
The police aren’t talking but two plus two usually equals four. Hope’s teenage brother had to have put the child in the machine. Maybe he was playing a joke on her. If indeed the machine did start without the necessary coinage than surely Hope’s brother meant her no harm.
I’m going with the brother did the deed on purpose. I don’t believe the authorities arrested him for no reason. In fact, it’s reported that by the time the dead child was recovered there was water in the machine and the cycle was almost complete.
The mother doesn’t seem to know what happened. I must wonder why the teenaged brother waited so long to get help. Or had someone already inserted the coins, completed a half cycle of laundry, then left? If so, well that’s why the machine ran without the needed coins. Also, if so, the brother had to stuff his younger sister into the machine while water was already in it.
Either way it’s a horrific tragedy. By me that half-brother is in on it.
From the Washington Post:
Hope's 14-year-old half brother has been charged with involuntary manslaughter in her death. Officials have refused to explain the details of his alleged involvement. But in a statement issued Friday, the Wagoner family said, "Our son would never have hurt his sister" and did not have 11 quarters.
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Bonnie and Clyde They’re Not
Jennifer Hyatte is about a pathetic piece of American womanhood to claim the title. An LPN, she worked at a jail facility where she met the lovely George Hyatte. A fellow who had, count ‘em, escaped from custody on FOUR prior occasions. For the fifth time, George had a little help from his pathetic wife.
Jennifer Hyatte shot and killed a guard upon her husband’s command. The pair then ran off to Ohio, taking a cab of all things.
The cab driver turned the pair in and they were eventually rounded up and returned to Kentucky. Somewhere along the line the sweet Jennifer Hyatte was wounded.
Here’s a question: We have a fellow with a history of escape. The fellow is allowed to court and marry a woman employed in the prison from which, hey it’s a wild guess, he wanted to escape.
Was it wise to allow this relationship. The pair were married in jail for God’s sake. And shouldn’t those authorities have been watching this fellow George a little closer? In that he was already a known escapee and now he had a very stupid accomplice.
A good family man is now dead. Let’s hope this ersatz Bonnie and Clyde do not enjoy conjugal visits in jail, where they’re both going for a long, long time.
More True Crime Updates HERE
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Who is the Piano Man?
Of all the unsolved true crimes, the identity of the Piano Man remains a mystery. He was found walking the beaches of New Zealand. All of the tags had been removed from his clothes and shoes. He does not speak and has remained mute since pick up by New Zealand authorities in April of this year.
For a long time it was speculated that this whole strange thing was a hoax. To bring attention, perhaps, to an upcoming concert.
Yet the Piano Man still plays the piano in his psychiatric hospital home, still he does not talk and still no one knows why all labels were removed from his clothing.
Some speculation has it that the man is autistic. Such as scratchy labels tend to irritate these sensitive souls to distraction. Since he was found, soaked, on a beach, more speculation is that someone dropped him off at the shore via boat and the fellow waded to the beach.
A mute man who plays the piano beautifully is a rare enough thing. If the man is now in need of psychiatric care than before his strange appearance on the beach someone had to be taking care of him. Whoever the someone is, surely the publicity of a piano-playing virtuoso would ring some bells.
Whoever dropped the Piano Man off at that beach wanted to get rid of him.
Otherwise, why has no one claimed him?
First post about the Piano Man on my Blog HERE
From the New Zealand Herald--
Doctors fear mute piano virtuoso will never be identified
The story of the man found wandering near a remote beach in Kent with the labels cut off his dripping wet evening suit excited imaginations the world over. From Stockholm to Vancouver, calls flooded in suggesting names for the silent enigma that was Piano Man.
Now, four months later, the mute blond virtuoso remains in a psychiatric hospital in Dartford. His carers said yesterday that they believe that he may never be identified.
He was taken to the Medway Maritime Hospital in Gillingham on 7 April and when staff gave him a pen and paper, he drew detailed pictures of a grand piano. When he was shown a piano in the hospital chapel, he played classical music “beautifully" for four hours.
Staff at the West Kent NHS Trust are still sifting through a list of more than 200 names provided during a welter of publicity about the case when it first became public in May.
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Finally, Man Shoots Car With Blaring Car Alarm
No details on whether the Toyota Camry survived. Though the irritated neighbor shot the thing three times.
Would it take three bullets to kill a Camry one must ask? Did the bullets at least stop the blasted alarm?
From the LA Times:
Disturbed by a blaring car alarm in the neighborhood, a Simi Valley man decided to do something about it. Shortly after the incessant screeching began about 10 p.m. Tuesday outside the Yosemite Avenue apartment, the man identified the source of the noise as a white Toyota Camry and shot it. At least three times.
Autumn Joy
I knew my friend Mattie's new boyfriend was out to kill her the moment I saw her garden.
Which is obviously ahead of myself and for sure there were other signs of Jeremy Reed's evil intent besides that bizarre garden.
"He's great, Janey. I want to tell you all about him when we have time."
I squinted my eyes in Mattie's direction the day she told me about her new friend Jeremy who, she let it slip, was only 32.
Mattie had to know there was no need for my comment. Mattie was 61. A very handsome 61 year old lady to be sure. But 61 is not 32.
It'd been three years since Mattie's husband, Alfred, died. He didn't leave a huge estate but left Mattie quite comfortable.
I am a widow and have been so for almost ten years. My husband left me quite well off also. After Al died Mattie and I were both widows and as those things tend to do, it caused us to grow closer. Since Mattie no longer had a living husband and all the obligations that come with this, we could spend more time engaging in leisurely activities we both enjoyed.
If I was angry at Mattie for being so silly as falling for this young stud-muffin, I was doubly furious that she was so obtuse as to not see how the fellow was only after her dough. If Mattie failed to see this I sure would have had a difficult time convincing her that Jeremy Reed was out to kill her. Alas I couldn't have correctly ascertained this fact until Mattie was half-dead in a coma and I finally had a chance to see her new garden.
Though I had my first clue when Mattie told me that she and Jeremy were selling her house and were going to buy a small cottage out by Martin Lake "together".
"What do you mean, 'together'?" I griped.
"Now hold on, Janie. It's not what you think," Mattie said but I changed the subject. The truth was that Mattie was certainly old enough to decide such things and I was no one to judge how she handled her money.
I only met Jeremy once before Mattie was rushed to the hospital. That time Jeremy shook my hand after Mattie introduced us and gave a friendly hello. Her was tall and muscular. One could tell Jeremy worked out in some fashion. I had just stopped by Mattie's new house to drop off the flyer for a cruise I was interested in when Jeremy popped his head out of the door. Mattie was forced to introduce us but she quickly suggested that Jeremy should go inside and continue the unpacking.
I was more than a bit annoyed when Mattie demurred from a beautiful trip to the Bahamas that I so wanted to take. She had to be home that week as tender love bits "needed" her.
It was Jeremy himself who phoned me that Mattie had to be rushed to the hospital. "She's not breathing," he shouted but his speech sounded slurred. I spoke no more but slammed down the phone then rushed to the hospital to see how my friend was doing.
"She's suffered a severe bee allergy reaction," the doctors told me. I asked for clarification because I thought the good physician was telling me that my friend was in a deep coma due to a bee sting.
"It seems there was some delay in getting help for Mattie. She was stung by very many bees it would seem. Mattie is allergic to bee stings and has a medic-alert bracelet in her pocketbook stating this."
"What was the delay in getting help?" I asked.
The doctor shrugged then nodded his head in a direction over my shoulder. I whirled around and saw Jeremy coming out of the hospital entrance.
I spent several hours at my friend's bedside. Mattie was breathing with the help of a machine. The ICU nurses told me her prognosis was guarded but hopeful.
"She also has asthma which contributed to the problem," the charge nurse whispered. "But we think she'll pull through. What, did she walk into a hive of bees?"
This I did not know but I could see that Mattie was bloated and red from what had to be many angry stings. So her new honey babe arranged for Mattie to get stung by a bevy of bees then delayed getting help as long as he could? I would have bet the hunk of love knew Mattie was allergic to bee venom and likely knew that it would take a hive to kill her. He finally got help but too early as Mattie had not died yet.
I gritted my teeth the whole drive over to Mattie's cottage. The nurses told me that Jeremy had yet to bring in some decent bed clothes for Mattie so I decided to drive over to her love nest and get some for her. Then I had no idea how Jeremy plotted this near-death but I was sure he was behind it. After I saw Mattie's new garden I could understand the diabolical plan Jeremy put into place. It was a sort of genius at that and I knew I would never convince Mattie of this, much less the police.
For Mattie's new "garden", using the word loosely, was filled with over a hundred Autumn Joy.
Autumn Joy are pretty plants which bloom in the fall, naturally. They are semi-succulent and grow well in most soils. I liked Autumn Joy and always had a small stand of them somewhere in my garden. But a hundred of them?
Bees love Autumn Joy like no other plant on the planet. Bees lay themselves splat in the flowers of the Autumn Joy as if an alcoholic on the sidewalk after being kicked out of a bar. That many Autumn Joy in full bloom would attract enough bees to kill an elephant.
I didn't kill Jeremy Reed in a pre-meditated fashion. At least that's what I told myself after I struck Jeremy on the back of the head with a pick-ax. He was wandering around the garden, likely looking for me who may have made some noise in my research. The pickax was leaning against the tree and opportunity was upon. Mattie is such a slow learner I despaired she'd either be poor or dead by the time this creep got done with her. I tossed the pickax in the lake and drove off quietly. I decided to go back to the hospital and hope that the nurses hadn't noticed I'd been gone or would think I'd just been down the cafeteria for a break. I'd certainly deny ever having left the hospital that night. With the kind of attorney my means could allow I figured I might get away with it. And I saved my friend Mattie a lot of grief as well. We still might be able to go on that trip to the Bahamas.
To my surprise Mattie began to stir about ten minutes after I returned to her bedside.
"Janie?"
"Where's Jeremy?" she croaked, her voice hoarse from the throat tube. I reached for the buzzer to summon a nurse but Mattie stopped me.
I shrugged. "Don't you worry, he'll be here. He was here earlier, all night the nurses told me."
It served no good purpose for me to speak disparagingly of Jeremy at this point.
Mattie sipped a drink of water, almost painfully, then leaned back in the bed.
"He's a good boy, Janey. I'm afraid I didn't tell you the whole truth about Jeremy."
I didn't say a word. Best to leave Mattie struggle with it all.
"Janey, Jeremy isn't my boyfriend. He's my son."
Mattie struggled to take another sip of water and I got up to help her. I thought she'd said Jeremy was her son but I figured the water would get the croak out of her voice.
"I gave him up for adoption over thirty years ago. I never even told Alfred about him. But with Alfred gone and since we never had any children..." Mattie faded off then leaned back onto her pillow to rest from the strain.
"You see," Mattie said, pulling herself a bit up on the bed, "Jeremy is retarded. I knew he was retarded when I gave him up for adoption. But Janey, he does all right for himself. He lived in a group home for the retarded before I bought the cottage. He does landscaping and he loves to work in the garden."
I didn't say a word but busied myself helping Mattie take another sip of water.
"How about all of those Autumn Joy!" Mattie suddenly exclaimed and even laughed a bit. I sat stunned.
"He didn't know, Janey. He ordered them all out of a catalogue. He saw a picture of them and liked them so much that he tried to order them himself. To surprise me. Only he doesn't speak so clear, Janey. He has a little bit of a slur. When all of those Autumn Joy were delivered I couldn't bear to hurt his feelings. So I planted them all," Mattie laughed at the memory.
"He had trouble using my cell phone, Janey. He understands a regular phone but he was upset and could hardly speak. It's why there was a delay in getting an ambulance. We'll have to work on this in the future but I'm so proud of him, Janey. I was going to tell you everything but I was still trying to get used to it all myself. Having Jeremy around has been wonderful, Janey, and I know you'll be happy for me."
My skin was clammy and my hands were shaking as I listened to the words of my friend.
"Jeremy is all right, isn't he, Janie?"
More Smashing Fiction HERE
On My Review of "Kitchen Confidential" by Anthony Bourdain
Bou rdain Book Review HERE
bourdain is a funny guy. on the one hand, i kinda like him. on the other, he's sort of arrogant and snotty.
plus, the stupid little digs at emeril are pathetic and strike me as sour grapes.
all that aside, this book is still a pretty interesting read even if you're not so hot on the man's personality.
oh, another question: isn't it kind of strange for a chef to be a smoker? i mean, doesn't it screw up your taste buds & all?
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After I read this book, I swore off anything I didn't cook myself...for probably about an hour and a half, until I got starving & decided to go get a hoagie. It certainly gives one plenty of food for thought, & should be required reading for anyone considering life in the Food Service business or who thinks that being a chef or owning a restaurant would be a 'glamorous' way to make a living. Cooking for a living is brutal, no matter how far up the food chain you are.
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Air America
There were many comments on my post about Air America, both on Blogcritics on this Blog. Just a couple below.
On Air America HERE
A new comment has been posted on your blog entry: The Theft from the Needy by Air America
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From Name: Neal
Email Address: nealgardner2000@yahoo.com
Comments: 1. Cohen is no longer at Gloria Wise.
2. Cohen is no longer at Air America
3. Air America was launched March 31, 2004 by Progress Media to who the loans were made. Progress was gone May 24, 2004.
4. "It is unclear whether the funds allegedly obtained from Gloria Wise were ultimately received or spent by Air America." is quoted in the cited article in The New York Sun.
5. "She said that thanks to contracts and funds secured from other entities, it is "business as usual" for all of the organization's social programs ..." from the same article.
6. Cohen is the villain here, not Air America.
7. "... has as a member of its Board of Director a Mr. Evan Cohen." from Patfish article. This is not true.
8. Piquant LLC, Air America's new owners as of May 2004 have agreed to fully compensate Gloria Wise.
9. "And so I provide this synopsis of yet another liberal cheat and thievery going on right under the nose of The Lamestream Media.
Who are oddly silent on the entire matter." See #10.
10. "Some of the allegations about Mr. Cohen and Air America have appeared in published reports in the past several weeks, including articles in the New York Post, the Daily News, and the Washington Times, as well as postings on Michelle Malkin's blog and the Radio Equalizer, but Ms. Graves provided The New York Sun with much more extensive details of the allegations." from The New York Sun article. I would say the New York Post and Daily News are pretty "lamestream" media.
11. Yes if true, Cohen is a thief but to say all this was a nefarious plot by Air America is false. "...cheating is going on by Air America." This statement is completely false.
Patfish should more closely read her own source material in the New York Sun.
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Published at: http://blogcritics.org/archives/2005/08/03/070948.php
From Name: happy guy
Email Address: lward@thinkproactive.com
Comments: For the reeaaal truth on Franken, visit alanskorski.blogspot.com. This guy seems to monitor Franken's daily rantings and has a book on him due out at the end of October.
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Another Pleasant Memory About Baltimore's Gwynn Oak
On Baltimore's Gwynn Oak HERE
A new comment has been posted on your blog entry: Gwynn Oak Park-Baltimore and Civil Rights
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From Name: Russ Douglas
Email Address: hrttrtmt@aol.com
Comments: For a kid growing up in Baltimore in the fifties, the best day of summer was when you got to go to Gwynn Oak Park. Each summer the employees of the Glenn L. Martin Company (now Martin Marietta) had a family day at the park and all the rides were free. I remember there was a miniature train that meandered through the picnic grove. There was a somewhat scary ride called the Caterpillar that raced in a circle, and in the middle of the ride a canvas canopy folded over the cars, plunging them into darkness. There was also a big wooden roller coaster. Later, the park had what must have been one of the first Wild Mouse rides. The park also had a midway with games of chance and a shooting gallery. But what I remember most was the french fries, served up hot with lots of salt in a paper cone. It was the first and only place in Baltimore that I ever saw people put vinegar on french fries.
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Peony Rings?
In response to my lament of the missing tomato cages that would stake my out-of-control peonies, I discover there is such a thing as peony rings to do the deed.
Lost tomato cages HERE
What you need are peony rings!!
Good luck!
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Red and Blue America
In last week's comments I mentioned that the link below was the most hit Blog post on this Blog. I don't know why but it is. It's a picture of Blue and Red America broken down by city and county. Proving, in front of one's disbelieving eyes, that America is waaaaaay more red than it is blue.
Post with most hits on the Kaitlyn Mae Book Blog
Below a comment proves the point exactly. For this commenter believes his state is very blue. Yup, the map's a lie. Even though the map is based on actual voting results over the past several elections.
your map is wrong... my state very blue is mostly red on that.
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Posted by Anonymous to The Kaitlyn Mae Book Blog at 8/07/2005 12:32:36 AM
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We End With Another Intelligent Liberal Comment
This is the last time I will give this great liberal commentary any further notice.
Once in a while, however, one must have to face what we're up against.
I could never write as well as the below commenter.
eat shit right wing cunt
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Posted by Anonymous to The Kaitlyn Mae Book Blog at 8/05/2005 08:32:20 PM
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