It’s a True Crime Post.
Remember Scott Ritter?
He was a pervert then and he’s a pervert now.
Also, Governor Paterson’s son arrested for stolen credit cards?
I pay a visit to crimes and those who confess to crimes. Does anyone really ever confess to a crime they did not commit? I re-visit Texas’ infamous “yogurt shop murders” and a few other crimes that had confessions from folks who later swear their confessions were fake.
Perverted Pediatricians? Folks, don’t leave your kids alone with anyone, not even beloved doctors you’ve always trusted.
A cat gets called to jury duty and can’t get out of it.
And the Iron Chefs of Food Network lied to us. Of course the Obama White House also lied to us but nothing new about this.
For the veggies were fake and why couldn’t they have told the truth right from the start? We understand gardens and seasons out here in la-la land but hey, we’re just not as smart as Michelle Obama, or course not.
All with pics and video you’ll find nowhere else on the Internet.
Guest Writer Michelle has another famous bash at her home and we learn of a new member of her household in the home for pets with odd names.
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Remember Scott Ritter?He was a pervert then and he’s a pervert now.
Also, Governor Paterson’s son arrested for stolen credit cards?
Scott Ritter was a UN weapons inspector. This pervert made the news by asserting that Saddam Hussein had no weapons of mass destruction. And before yon reader yells out the Democrat mantra that Hussein did NOT have WMD…recall that Hussein had no STOCKPILES of WMD’s, that he had months of warnings about an American invasion, that this fine man and his two perverted sons were killed by their own people, that Saddam invaded Kuwait and was a bad actor on the world stage. To defend this man is…well let us ask the question, IS THE WORLD BETTER OFF WITHOUT THIS CREEP AND HIS TWO SONS IN POWER?
Or do you really think the world would be better with Saddam back at the helm and if so, well there’s all sorts of idiots in the world. His own people hung him rather unceremoniously.
And yet this American fellow, Scott Ritter, defended the fine, fine Saddam and even at the time it was revealed that, ahem, Ritter had some, eh, “issues” with young women. I believed at the time and I believe it even more now with this revelation, that Saddam has some damning information on Ritter. Further, it was discovered that Ritter had accepted some sort of money from Saddam which wasn’t a bribe, oh no. Ritter was going to “make a movie” with the money, a movie I’ve yet to see.
READ MORE HERESOME COLD CASES
I did a book review on a
cold case unit in New York recently. Then on 1/9/2010 I watched a “48 Hours” episode on a real old case and my pique was raised.
The so-called “yogurt murders”, so-named because of the four young girls murdered in an “I Can’t Believe It’s Not Yogurt” store, was the case covered on the “48 Hours” episode. Erin Moriarity was the host and I watched the story of the yogurt murders with unbelieving and shocked eyes. For the murderers of these beautiful young girls now walk the streets. This is a case where DNA evidence did the prosecution dirty.
While we’re on the subject, we have two more old cases with very believable and ostensible perps identified. One involves a young girl whose brother finally admitted to murdering her and remember the Tylenol poisonings?
READ MORE HERE
The swamps of Delaware, here where I live, were rocked with the news of a local Pediatrician who had not only been molesting the children he was charged with healing, but he was videotaping his heinous acts as well.
Now we learn of another Pediatrician involved with harming his innocent patients and we wonder if the horror will ever cease.
Also, the fine, fine Josh Powell, who took his children on a Sunday midnight camping trip in freezing weather the night his wife went missing is…MOVING!
Yes he’s taking his children and leaving the state. Certainly the actions of a grieving husband whose wife suddenly went missing, don’t you agree?
READ MORE HERE
A cat gets called to jury duty and can’t get out of it.
And the Iron Chefs of Food Network lied to us. Of course the Obama White House also lied to us but nothing new about this.
For the veggies were fake and why couldn’t they have told the truth right from the start? We understand gardens and seasons out here in la-la land but hey, we’re just not as smart as Michelle Obama, or course not.
READ MORE HERE
Drivel: Bash and Bow-Wow
We had another good Annual Billiard Bash Twenty-five people showed up
this time, and I find it odd how the same people (with minor
variations) can get together and have such a different "feel" to the
gathering than the previous year. In 2008, many of the same folks
attended, but most of them were in-and-out drifters, coming in for a
bit, then drifting back out again before too much time had passed.
That Bash saw less people in alaHouse at any given time, because the
drifters didn't all show up at the same time. This year, the same
people came and stayed. And stayed. Most folks stayed a much longer
time this year, and the at-any-given-time people count was higher.
Weird.
I found this one to be more enjoyable, too, for some reason. I felt calmer than in prior years, and ended up being not as "drained"
afterward. (Introverts - like me - tend to spend most of their time being drained of their energy by extroverts.)
Here are some memorable moments from this year's Bash.
Early in the day I had to turn the chime off on my house alarm. The 'ding ding ding' whenever a door or window opened was a bit much for Harry, since we had several people helping set up and they were in and out of the house a lot. So I made a sad face and turned the dingaling
off.
Then Harry had to go into the garage, and when he opened the door, he
and Chas, in chorus, said, "Ding! Ding! Ding!"
You can't get better friends than that.
I had great fun wearing my glowing necklace again. It's called a "fire jewel," and I bought it at an incense shop several years ago. There's
a watch battery in the clasp so when you connect it, the crystal part
lights up. I use it on Bash day so I'm easier to find. This time, I
added the comment, "I'm lit." So, yes, I did get lit at this year's
Bash. :-)
And finally, this year had singing, too. Late in the day, I was on the
deck conversing with some of our visitors when we all heard the singing coming from the puzzle table. Yep, all the way out on the deck. The song I remember hearing was "Yellow Submarine," but there were a few others, too.
If you don't remember whether that was you singing in there, it likely
was.
All in all, we had a grand time. The party lulled around 7pm but picked up again, and shut down just before 10pm. Then the next day, Harry and Chas and I went to look at another Shetland Sheepdog.
Hunter is doing well. He's killer cute and picture-perfect, but we haven't been able to get through his thick skull on some things. We can't get him to understand how to properly jump on the couch. We can't get him to recognize that he's not in danger when the neighbors are out talking in their backyard. And we can't get him potty-trained.
Sigh. That's right; he's a little over nine months old and not potty-trained. We go in the backyard, he's terrified by noises, won't do his duty, and then when we stop to answer the phone or something back in the house, whoosh! he's done something on the carpet in the Fox Room. And we never seem to catch him doing it.
So, maybe another, brighter dog - who isn't dumb as a post - can get through where we can't. If not, it's professional help time.
So we added Guia (pronounced with a hard g as in gift, gee-ah) to our
family. It means "guide" in Spanish, and she's a five-month-old blue merle Sheltie.
This is our first female dog. We tend toward males, and I hope we don't have any surprises in store because this one is a girl. I have a eeling it was easier to introduce her to Hunter since there wasn't any of that boy-man-macho-posturing stuff.
After only two weeks the training assistance idea was already working.
The potty-training hasn't happened yet, but Hunter is already braver in the backyard. He also seems happier, now that he has somebody who will play with him for longer than five seconds (the limit for Kona or Zeker).
In case it all falls through, though, does anyone know a good dog psychic?
Michelle
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