JURORS IN DAKOTA COUNTY BABY RAPE CASE DON’T BUY MAN’S TALE
excerpts of an article by Joy Powell – The Minneapolis /St. Paul Star Tribune

The foreman of a Dakota County jury that convicted a Hastings man of raping a baby said Tuesday that jurors had no doubt defendant Michael Frederick Schmidt was lying when he claimed the girl’s injuries were accidental.

The 12 jurors deliberated less than 30 minutes before delivering a guilty verdict against Schmidt, 41.

The medical photos of a baby so injured that she needed two hours of surgery, and the unconvincing testimony from Schmidt kept running through the mind of jury foreman Eldred Reinhardt over the long holiday weekend, he said.

Babies cry. That is one thing that is irrefutable. From the moment they are born, crying is the only way that a baby can communicate. Some mothers will tell you that the cries sound different depending upon the current need of the baby. But it goes without saying that no matter how attentive, how loving or how caring a parent is, eventually, at some point, the baby will cry.

In most cases, the loving, attentive parent with try to soothe the baby, change a diaper, get a bottle or in some other way coax the child back into quiet contentment or sleep. Not, however, in the case of little Nyla Nickens.

On Tuesday, June 22nd, 2010, twenty-one-year-old Adam Theall of Rome, New York threw a temper tantrum. He grabbed his three-month-old baby son, Eithen Zethrey Theall, and a shotgun and stormed outside into his mother’s back yard, warning her that if the cops showed up he would kill the baby.

This kind of behavior was nothing new for Adam Theall. A serial abuser of both women and children, his arrest record over the past 5 years has “violent psychopath” written all over it. If you just take a look at this list of arrests convictions for the years 2005 through 2010 and you’ll see exactly what I’m talking about.

* In 2005, he was charged with violating a Family Court order and for disorderly conduct.

Jobs are hard to come by and good jobs are even rarer. No matter what economic times we live in, a steady job is getting to be like an one of those stories your Grandpa used to tell you when you were a kid.

And having a job you love? Fantasy land.

But still, work can be a great stabilizing factor for you if your personal life is taking a hit. It gives you a place to zone out for hours at a time by focusing on the task at hand rather than any possible upset in your world.

Once and a while there comes along a story that is so unbelievable that you swear it’s just GOT TO BE fiction. And this is just one of those stories.

For long-time fans of PYSIH, you will recognize a wonderful vindication of sorts. Many stories on this site often attract friends, relatives and the like to come and defend their own special criminal.

When this story first broke the waves of the media, it was so un-fucking-believable that it automatically was relegated to tabloid status. And, like all stories dealing with human trash, there was an onslaught of supporters of the perp stating how she was innocent and that the victim was the real villain — You people slinging blame just don’t know all the facts!