Melissa Alexander, a 26-year-old from Toronto, Canada, had a perfectly beautiful little boy, Miguel Fernandes. Beautiful… with big dark eyes and thick curly hair. Miguel Fernandes lived to the ripe age of 19 months when Melissa Alexander had a bad day in September, 2007.

I don’t know how it happened, if she was distracted, not paying attention, or was mad and murderous, but Melissa Alexander plopped little Miguel into scalding hot water. She left him in that water for up to 10 seconds.

For those who don’t know, tap water at 140°F ( 60°C) can cause a full-thickness burn in 5 seconds. That means that every layer of his scalded skin was burnt through. And Miguel was in that watery hell for 10 seconds before he was pulled out.

Miguel’s hell was just beginning.

The poor little baby suffered (and I mean suffered) serious burns to 40% of his little body, from his little toes to his shoulders.

Scalding causes blistering of course, and swelling, and then the skin splits. The agony little Miguel must have felt I cannot imagine!

And what did the uterus-owner Melissa Alexander do? Did she take him across the street to the walk-in clinic? Nope. Did she take him to a hospital for treatment? Nope. Did she call for an ambulance? Nope, none of these things.

What Melissa Alexander did was apply some ointment, wrap his wounds in gauze, and then dress him in a sleeper! All of those actions must surely have increased Miguel’s agonizing pain as his skin bubbled and split.

And then this incredibly selfish, soulless creature LEFT THE HOUSE! She left her mortally injured baby Miguel with his 29-month-old brother Shawn home alone! So she could do what? Go shopping!

Melissa Alexander probably had a lovely relaxing trip to the stores. She bought gloves, some CDs and some food. And finally she returned home.

Miguel’s father Sergio, who had been at work, came home and was very concerned when told of the “accident.” He wanted to check the injuries but Melissa Alexander told him not to wake the baby.

It wasn’t until 2 a.m., about 12 whole hours after she scalded her baby, that Melissa Alexander finally called 911. Baby Miguel was, by then, needlessly and irrevocably dead.

The autopsy photos of that poor little boy show the third degree “immersion burns” he’d suffered were so frightfully horrid that the first layer of skin on his back side was scalded off from below his shoulders all the way to include the soles of his feet. On his front, his burned skin had peeled right away from his pelvis down to his toes.

“Human skin was located in both the kitchen garbage can and bathroom garbage can – it was tested and was found to be Miguel’s,” Crown attorney Barry Stagg said. “A child sustaining this type of injury would scream and yell and fuss and kick…these burns would have been extremely painful.”

In October, Melissa Alexander was found guilty of manslaughter.

Ontario Superior Court Justice Anne Molloy wrote in her decision, “It is difficult to comprehend how any human being could fail to get help for that poor child.” That is exactly why I consider Melissa Alexander more of a hellbeast than a human being.

Justice Molloy continued, “It is impossible to fathom the depths of self-interest that would permit a mother to betray her own tiny, vulnerable and utterly dependent child in this matter.”

I know I cannot fathom it.

Melissa Alexander’s lawyer, Catherine Currie, asked for a sentence of 18 to 24 months. Miguel’s death was, after all, a “horrible accident” that her client thought she could treat herself.

Really? It was just a “horrible accident” that Melissa Alexander neglected to even cross the street to get her injured baby medical care?

In a note she sent to Justice Anne Molloy, this hell bitch said she was “so overwhelmed and stressed out” and that she thought she could heal her son’s wounds herself.

“To your honour I will do my time whatever you give me and I’m just letting everyone know how truly [I] am sorry for everything that I have done…my stubbornness, carelessness and pride got my lovely son gone from me and this I’m going to have to live with for the rest of my life,” she wrote.

Justice Molloy read this note and after considering she concluded it was proof that Melissa Alexander was consumed with her own “self-absorption and self-interest.” Justice Molloy also had doubts that this creature could be rehabilitated.

“Melissa Alexander shows no remorse,” wrote Justice Molloy. “Her sorrow is only for what she personally has lost. She remains focused only on her own suffering and continues to see her crime… as an “incident” that “happened” to her.”

So Justice Molloy handed this hell bitch female Melissa Alexander an 11-year sentence in prison for her “shocking” indifference to a “literally horrific” crime.

Hopefully Melissa Alexander, hellbeast creature that she is, will spend every day of that sentence in prison. No shopping for her, not for a long time! That probably bothers her far more than the memory of her dying baby boy.

Rot in pieces, Melissa Alexander. And I pray that nobody impregnates you ever again.

As he drove his pickup down Main Street in Salem, Indiana, I bet Officer John Newcomb of the Seymour police department was feeling pretty good about himself around 10:30 p.m.. Not only was he the D.A.R.E. Officer and the School Resource Officer, responsible for educating children in seven area schools about drugs and alcohol and the dangers of driving while intoxicated, he was also good and drunk.

That is, right up until the moment Officer John Newcomb sideswiped a parked car and slammed his pickup into a tree in front of the home of Scott and Tina Robbins, who were just getting ready for bed:

“It was so loud. I was out of the bed on the floor within a split second.”

“I grabbed the phone and called 911. The damage to the truck and the way it looked wrapped in the tree, he had to be traveling so fast.”

Scott Robbins went outside immediately to check on the condition of the driver. It didn’t take him long to figure out that John Newcomb, who was sitting on a wall holding his head, was probably a cop. It might have had something to do with the trailer Newcomb was pulling at the time:

“It said DARE (Drug Abuse Resistance Education) and Seymour Police Department – which made me think he was a police officer.”

Yep, guess that was it.

Seymour Police Chief Bill Abbott read this as part of a statement:

“In the course of investigating the collision, Trooper Travis Baker of the Indiana State Police noted that Newcomb’s person was emitting an odor commonly associated with an alcoholic beverage and that Newcomb’s eyes were red and glassy.”

“He was subsequently given a breath test by Trooper Baker showing blood alcohol content of .14 percent, which exceeds the legal limit.”

Sgt. Jerry Goodin of the Indiana State Police, forever to be known as Captain Obvious, made this observation:

“He’s not setting a good example for kids that see this.”

The truth is John Newcomb’s career is over. He’s been suspended without pay and Chief Abbott has already recommended that Newcomb, a ten year veteran with a spotless disciplinary record, be fired. But, at the risk of sounding like my mother, he should of thought of that before he got drunk and behind the wheel of his pickup truck – especially while towing the D.A.R.E. trailer.

It’s the old ‘personal responsibility/consequences of your actions’ conundrum that we’ve batted around here at PYSIH for so long, especially in the Dianne Schuler threads. John Newcomb may just be one of the biggest hypocrites that’s ever lived – you can bet this wasn’t the first time he drove with a buzz on – but at least no one else got hurt by his mistakes.

Well, not all cases end up with the obituary of an infant or child. Sometimes the story is the beginning – the beginning of a long and treacherous downward spiral towards death.

The question is how to spot the cases that will eventually be punctuated with a death notice.

Some, like this one, are pretty easy to identify.

Say hello to Jayla Hamm. This young mother is obviously part of the new and upcoming generation. Her baby was born to her when she was undoubtedly just on the cusp of legality – fifteen going on sixteen years of age. She resides in Beatrice, Nebraska. Her little boy, at the time of “the incident” was twenty-two months old.

Jayla’s pretty and young and not too concerned about having a child. In fact, the boy is a bonus for Jayla, as in a built-in form of fun and entertainment. Jayla was busy taking up with some merry-wanna and ringing in the new year with new man Corde Honea, her latest live-in lover, when she decided to put the toddler to work for their amusement.

And you are probably wondering just how such a young child would provide amusement to a couple of teenagers, right?

Presented here, for the enjoyment of goobers everywhere, THE DUCT-TAPE FOLLIES!!

See the little boy squirm in fear as he is duct taped to the wall by his mother and her boyfriend. Thrill as the child cries his head off. Watch as they tape his favourite bottle out of his reach.

Can’t you just hear the peels of laughter?

And these two nit-wits can’t claim it was the weed, the booze or the season that caused them to think it was funny because, yes folks, they took pictures and spread them around for their friends to share in the mirth and merriment.

It is near impossible to try and wrap your head around the thinking, or non-thinking processes involved here.

Let’s imagine that you’re young, wasted and looking for a good laugh or two.

What to do, what to do ……..

Then you hear your yappy almost-two-year-old son, and you get a bright idea.

He wants his favorite sippy cup refilled.

Damn he clings to that sippy cup like’s it the holy grail or something.

Giggling, you’re off to get some of modern man’s magic – DUCT TAPE!

Grabbing the toddler, you yank the sippy cup from him and tape it just out of his reach on the wall. He cries, he screams and he tries over and over to get it, but he can’t.

What a riot!!

And just so you can cherish this giggle-fest for later, you use your digital camera to preserve the hilarious moments for posterity.

Hell, you’re even sure your friends will enjoy a hoot at these pictures.

You and Corde, your boyfriend-of-the-moment brainstorm and decide the little tyke can provide even MORE fun.

The little boy, still crying over his sippy cup being taken from him, must have been confused as well as upset. He hadn’t done anything wrong and his cherished cup was taken from him. Worse, his mother taped it to the wall; he could see his cup but he couldn’t reach it.

He looked at his mother and cried. He wanted his cup back – but all she did was laugh. When he tried to get the cup himself, the two adults laughed even harder.

He just didn’t understand.

And he didn’t know worse was still to come.

Jayla grabbed her little boy and wrapped duct tape around both of his hands, shaping them into little fist-mitts. Again, they took laughing photographs of themselves – unfortunately the toddler didn’t look happy – he just looked miserable.

The two geniuses had more fun cooked up and now Jayla took her baby boy and held him in place against the wall while Corde duct-taped him to the wall. Corde, with Jayla’s assistance, duct taped his wrists, legs and body to the wall.

That’s right folks! For their perverse amusement, these two ass-hats duct taped a 22-month-old boy to the wall and then photographed him as he cried and squirmed to try to get free.

It must have been difficult to focus the camera while laughing so hard, but Jayla came through.

All the toddler knew was that he was filled with fear and terror. The adults were laughing at his pain, his cries. The more fear he felt, the harder he cried. The harder he cried, the more they laughed at him.

Pain, humiliation, terror and an overwhelming sense of being all alone – Jayla and Corde found it deliciously funny!!

Indeed, Jayla and Corde found it so funny that they shared the photos with their friends. And just to restore a tiny bit of faith in humanity, one of these friends was appalled and more than a little revolted. This person – an anonymous individual with a shred of decency – reported Jayla’s escapades to the authorities.

Ooops!!

You know, some adults are SO uptight that they just don’t get this kind of humour, especially adults that work in law enforcement and social services.

Still, little Jayla wasn’t going to own up to her complicity and enjoyment. She’s just a pawn, dontcha’ know? A tool to be used by the man – in this case, Corde.

Bye, bye Corde. Jayla’s selling you out.

And so it was for Corde. He got busted for also stealing guns from his neighbors in Beatrice. He pleaded guilty to all charges and he also made an apology to the people he stole from and to the toddler he victimized.

Despite the fact that Corde Honea apologized for his actions and said he never meant to hurt the toddler, the judge said that he felt Honea was the instigator, not Jayla. Judge Korslund sentenced Honea to three to five years for intentional child abuse and one to two years for the gun-stealing charges.

Jayla’s charge? Negligent child abuse.

Facing the same judge that her boyfriend did, it did not look good for Jayla Hamm. Indeed, the judge had been shocked by what Jayla did to her son and said:
“What makes it shocking in particular is there’s an expectation that it’s a matter of common sense that a parent would protect her child from humiliation and abuse….And why that occurred is something we’re all asking ourselves, including you, Miss Hamm.”

Jayla’s Foster Care Representative, Beth Masters, did a fantastic job pleading Jayla’s case, so the judge, who had been planning to throw the book at her, decided Jayla could learn from this and be rehabilitated.

After all, she just made a mistake, right? Her defense attorney, Jeff Davis, also worked hard on Jayla’s behalf, telling the judge that Jayla did not have any prior arrests and was unlikely to re-offend.

So, instead of hard time, Jayla Hamm gets – wait for it – 10 days in jail and twenty-four months probation.

Of course, Gage County District Judge Paul Korslund sentenced Hamm to two separate 15 day jail terms, one starting August 15, 2011, and the other August 15, 2012, which will be waived if she abides by her requirements of probation and continues to take the courses social services require.

Judge Korslund was mighty impressed with the words Masters and Davis spewed in Jayla’s case and now decided to reduce the punishment he had been planning to mete out.

Ten freaking days! That’s it. Her time behind bars – ten days.

Not only that, Jayla, the whiny runt (What? I SAID “runt”) was able to sob a story that she needed to serve her sentence on weekends as she was being such a good person as to have supervised visits with her child through the regular work week.

Well isn’t that special?

So the judge allowed it.

Judge Korslund got the warm fuzzies and said: “I think you’re going to be a good mom to your son, and maybe, with time, you’ll be able to help other people who get into these situations.”

Compare this to what he had said to Corde Honea when he sentenced Corde:
“It appears to me you were the instigating factor in that [taping the child to the wall] … I understand you had a troubled background and exercised poor judgment. That’s an explanation to some degree, but these crimes are very serious and the court can’t enter a sentence that will depreciate from the seriousness of what happened.”

Umm, are you getting the sense that Jayla is playing the victim and it worked?

Given the horrific nature of her actions, Jayla could have been sentenced to up to a year in prison. BUT due to reports provided by her lawyer and child services the judge decided to give her only ten days in jail, to be served on weekends, and 24 months probation.

Just when you think it can’t get any worse, it does.

Believe it or not, she has regained custody of the now 34 month old toddler.

And will anyone be surprised when this toddler dies in some hideous manner of his mother’s making?

Yet, the fact remains that there are people who breathe the same air that you and I do, who think that these pictures are “kinda funny.”

WTF?

Still others commented that it was “no big deal” and it was being blown out of proportion.

From someone who has been there in the hell that is childhood, let me explain this just once.

The abuse we see in these pictures is not the only abuse Jayla Hamm has subjected her little boy to. There are untold instances of abuse – be it lack of care, neglect, emotional and/or psychological torment – whatever. This little episode did not occur in a vacuum. Jayla had to already be comfortable with the idea of USING her child as amusement for her and her boyfriend.

What this means is that she has done abusive things to him in the past. In fact, Jayla admitted that she usually put the boy in an unlit closet when she wanted him out of her way when she was having fun. Just to ensure that the toddler did not get out of the closet, she used to put a five-gallon water container in front of the closet door.

This occasion where they duct-taped him to the wall was designed also to teach the child a lesson, although the lesson escapes me. Don’t bug mommy when she’s getting drunk and high?

And yes, it IS a big deal. The mere fact that she took pictures is a glaring red flag. Jayla Hamm was proud of what she had done and showed the photographs to her friends. Jayla Hamm was bragging.

But, like any good sociopath, Jayla Hamm played the female victim card and even though she is guiltier in my eyes than the man, she got off with a light sentence.

Oh, she’s going to have a “hearing” some time around January 21, 2011, just to sort of check-in on how things are going with Jayla. Seriously, Jayla’s not a fool. Jayla Hamm has learned that if she is caught, then all she has to say is what they want to hear and she will escape any real punishment.

Everyone is comfortable with labelling Corde Honea as the brains behind the action and that he somehow forced Jayla into doing something she would not normally have done. I call BS on this because Jayla already had to be comfortable at using her baby in whatever fashion she wanted.

In other words, Jayla didn’t need to be coaxed or convinced to abuse the boy — she had done it before.

But no, Corde is the man and poor little Jayla just went along with whatever he suggested, right? If we take this view, then Jayla Hamm is worse than useless as a mother – she is a downright danger to the boy’s life.

Jayla was able to get this sweet deal by being a cooperating witness against Corde in an upcoming weapons trial.

Her ten days? To be served on weekends so that she can continue to visit her boy through the week at the foster home he is at.

Her twenty-four months of probation? She goes to prison only if she doesn’t take the courses offered by family services.

Jayla Hamm has talked the talk, but the minute no one is watching, she will be back to doing whatever she feels like with her boy. Sociopaths are incapable of feeling like regular people. They do not have empathy. They do not have a conscience.

They are, however, very astute at wearing a mask of sanity and mimicking the behaviours we expect to see in whatever role they assume – mother, father, priest, doctor, banker.

In today’s world, people are so desperate to believe in rehabilitation that they will swallow any type of con job by the sociopath of the moment.

It is also lame to blame the alcohol or marijuana as these are choices made by both participants. If you drink and/or use marijuana, then it is your choice. Your behaviour as a result of voluntary use of said items is YOUR responsibility.

So, when you come across the next headline screaming about a child battered to death by a mother’s new boyfriend, or a toddler starved to death or dropped in boiling water, then remember that all abuse starts off with little incidents like this.

No big deal really.

It was just a joke, right?

It is a pretty safe assumption that Jayla Hamm and Corde Honea will undoubtedly go on to bigger and more deadly offenses.

It is also a pretty safe bet that Jayla and Corde are destined for hell, don’t ya think?

His criminal record isn’t the worst there ever was; in 1998 he was convicted of a drug charge and given three years probation. Probation didn’t go very well, and soon he was serving five years in state prison for two separate violations.

In 2000, Neely Dinkins was arrested again, this time for burglary, but that charge ended up getting dropped because there wasn’t enough evidence to pin it on him. Everyone gets lucky sometimes, but he still had to sit in jail for 6 months waiting on the outcome of that case.

Neely Dinkins must of wised up or became better at committing crimes because he didn’t get into trouble again until 2006. That’s when he pleaded no contest to one count of domestic violence, got three more years of probation and was ordered to pay $665 in restitution and court fees.

He sounds like an all around great guy, right?  Not surprisingly, Neely Dinkins has managed to produced several children. I guess his baby’s mama must have really high aspirations too.

People like Neely Lejon Dinkins are easy to figure out. They are angry at the world, self centered and conceited. Otherwise known as narcissists, they believe they are above the law and that the world owes them a living simply for being born.

On September 11, 2009 Neely Lejon Dinkins, being his usual delusional self, decided to get behind the wheel of his Dodge Durango and turn it into a murder weapon.

Around 8:30 or so Alex and Yesenia Alvarez were out enjoying an especially beautiful evening with their 2-year-old son Oscar Alvarez and 1-year-old daughter Kaylee Alvarez. Mommy and daddy were pulling them in their favorite little red plastic wagon, and were crossing the street in a crosswalk when Neely Lejon Dinkins slammed into that little red wagon and scooped it up along with the children into the wheel well of his SUV.

Like I mentioned before, Dinkins is incredibly self-centered and doesn’t care about anybody but his self. He’s not gonna let a small inconvenience like a couple of baby’s being under the SUV ruin his buzz.

and dragged the two children about a block before Dinkins’ was stopped by Good Samaritan Ira Cohen.
When the SUV stopped, Oscar rolled out from under the vehicle landing at the Cohen’s feet, Cohen testified. He snatched Oscar to safety as Dinkins sped off a second time, with little Kaylee still buckled inside the wagon and the wagan still caught firmly under his SUV.

Speeding along and dragging Kaylee along the pavement, taking back roads and driving erratically in an effort to avoid police and other good Samaritans that were trying to get him to stop, Neely Dinkins finally reached his girlfriends house.

In spite of Neely Lejon Dinkins’ efforts, one person still manged to follow him to his driveway – WITH Kaylee and the wagon still trapped under the SUV. He got out of his vehicle , said “I think I hit a baby” and ran in the house like the little bitch boy he is. No shit dumb-ass, YOU THINK?

During the time Dinkins was driving people were calling 911. The whole time people were screaming and begging for him to stop and he completely ignored them. Police made it to his girlfriend’s home just a few minutes after he got there. When they looked under Dinkins’ Durango, police found a mutilated corpse that once was Kaylee Michelle Alvarez.

At least, they were pretty sure it was Kayle. That thing under the truck had no face.

Neely Lejon Dinkins was arrested immediately. Accident investigator Sgt. Hans Kohnlein said Dinkins drove 1/2 mile to his driveway with Kaylee still strapped into the wagon and trapped inside Dinkins’ Wheel Well.

You would think once Neely Lejon Dinkins sobered up he would have some kind of remorse right? No, not even a little bit. Neely Lejon Dinkins went to his arraignment 3 days later and was angry and unsympathetic to the family. He didn’t care at all.The Alvarez family sat in the courtroom in shock.

Neely Lejon Dinkins BAC level was .20, almost three times the legal limit. Dinkins was charged with murder, gross vehicular manslaughter, driving under the influence causing injury or death to both Kaylee and Oscar, fleeing the scene of the accident and driving on a suspended license. His bail was originally set at  $100,000 and then later changed to  $1.3 million. Dinkins tried to keep his back to the court so his face couldn’t be photographed but that didn’t work out very well for him.

Mr. Alvarez said

“He dragged my little girl. I wanted to run, but I was in shock. I know he’s a father and I feel bad for his family, but I don’t understand why he didn’t stop. It’s like he didn’t have a heart.”

Neely Dinkins pleaded not guilty on March 10, 2010. During the preliminary hearing Mrs. Alvarez broke down several times but was able to explain in great detail how her children suffered at the hands of this drunk.

Dr. Paul Gliniecki, the Los Angeles County Coroner’s investigator who performed the autopsy on Kaylee said the cause of death was from multiple blunt force trauma from being dragged by Neely Dinkins SUV. Baby Kaylee Alvarez had extensive injuries from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet. Her skin was torn away leaving only muscle tissue and bone in many areas and her skull was shattered as well.

Some of the injuries showed that little Kaylee’s heart was still beating as Dinkins was dragging her down the road. He said she was most likely alive throughout most of the dragging. He also testified that:

“The most significant injury was to the top of the head … which was torn off. She was basically dragged across the road until those parts … were torn away.”

Dr. Gliniecki added that part of the Kimberly Alvarez’ face, nose and ear and part of one hand were also ground away by the road surface.

Jesus Christ….

As many other witnesses took the stand to testify against Neely Dinkins he showed absolutely no emotion, he was stone cold the whole time. He was most likely still mad that he’d been arrested like he had been previously at his arraignment.  The judge raised his bail amount once again to $1.49 million. His trial scheduled to start in July of 2010 however there’s been no news that is has begun or has been rescheduled.

These babies were with their mommy and daddy in what should have been a time to remember and make great memories to look back on and talk about about. Kaylee took her very first steps and learned to walk the same day she was murdered.

Oscar was Kaylee’s big brother, she would have looked up to him, followed him around and wanted to do everything he did. He probably would have been protective of her when she was old enough to date and threatened the boys that were interested in her like most big brothers do. Neely Lejon Dinkins took that away from the Alvarez family because he was selfish.

He dragged this baby for over a mile while she was still alive, she felt everything that was being done to her, he never once thought about the torture he was inflicting on Kaylee or Oscar. People like Dinkins are incapable of understanding. There is no legal punishment to this crime.

Kaylee Michelle’s memorial can be seen by clicking here.

But Robert William Pickton did not act alone. He did not live and kill in a vacuum. He had help, and inconceivably, unforgivably, outrageously that “help” has yet to face any justice at all. She will never, ever be put on trial for the incalculable harm she allowed to be perpetuated by one of Canada’s worst serial killers.

Click Here to read the story of Canadian serial killer Robert William Pickton.

Lynn Ellingsen did testify against her pal Robert William Pickton at his trial. Her testimony was bought for the price of immunity. It was a pact the prosecutors made with a future resident of hell, if there is any justice at all.

Lynn Ellingsen is a cocaine addict and an alcoholic. She had to give up custody of her son because of her addictions. She prostituted herself to pay for her cocaine. She committed welfare fraud. She stole, lied, cheated, whatever it took to pay for her cocaine.

Lynn Ellingsen met Robert Pickton through a mutual friend, Gina Houston. Pickton generously offered this cocaine-riddled whore a job on his Port Coquitlam pig farm, cleaning up his trailer and such. He was unquestionably a slob. He also offered her the use of a room in his trailer. She was grateful. She lived there for several months.

While cleaning his trailer she would find $50 and $100 bills lying around. Pickton had piles of money – he was a rich serial killer (and that just totally galls me!). Lynn Ellingsen said she would show Pickton the money she found and he would just let her keep it. Pickton told others she was stealing from him. I believe him. I just can’t imagine a cocaine addict offering to hand over loose money she found. Regardless, she used this found money to buy drugs.

On March 20, 1999 Pickton was feeling “frisky” and took Lynn Ellingsen along with him to Vancouver to pick up a girl. OK, a prostitute. This is weird — how many men would take a woman along to pick up a prostitute?

Maybe Pickton wanted to make his future victim feel safe, less vulnerable as he drove her out of town. Maybe Lynn Ellingsen was there to reassure the girl that he was a good guy, that they were going to party. Prostitutes were becoming wary of creepy looking dudes at the time, what with the disappearances. Pickton was definitely creepy looking.

Lynn Ellingsen and Pickton drove to Downtown Eastside, Vancouver where the pickings were good. It was also where 13 prostitutes were last seen alive in the months and years preceding.

Pickton chose a pretty aboriginal girl with long black hair and bangs and high cheekbones. Her name was Georgina Papin, but neither Pickton or Lynn Ellingsen bothered to ask.

“She was a very pretty girl,” Lynn Ellingsen testified.

They returned to the pig farm and Lynn Ellingsen trotted off to her room to smoke crack cocaine. Pickton was left alone with his “date.”

Lynn Ellingsen testified that she heard a noise that was strange enough to bring her out of her room. She didn’t say what the noise was, but obviously it didn’t sound like the grunts and groans of a man and woman having sex.

Once out of her room, she spotted a light in the barn which was next to the trailer. This was the barn where Pickton slaughtered pigs. Lynn Ellingsen headed out to the barn and encountered an odour most foul. Curiosity made her open the door.

Lynn Ellingsen saw Pickton. She saw the women they’d brought back with them. Only the woman wasn’t standing up. She wasn’t lying down. She was hanging from a chain. By the neck. She was dead. And she was being skinned.

“I saw this body. It was hanging,” she told the court. “Willy pulled me inside, behind the door. Walked me over to the table. Made me look. Told me if I was to say anything, I’d be right beside her.”

Lynn Ellingsen continued, “This woman that we had picked up — at my eye level was where her feet, like her legs were, I seen red toenail polish. On this big shiny table, I don’t know what it was, but it was lots of blood and uh, hair, black hair.”

Asked if Pickton was doing anything to the woman she replied, “He was cutting something. There was blood everywhere. I just remember staring at her feet.”

“How was she hanging?” asked the Crown prosecutor.

“The same way he hung his pigs. There was a chain right there. That’s where she was, where he does his pigs.”

She further testified, “There were knives with blood on them. He was full of blood himself. He was cutting something that was on the table. I don’t know what it was.”

I can’t imagine the absolute horror of it — the blood, the gore, the strips of flesh, the hanging body, and a maniacal killer standing right there with knives in his blood soaked hands. OMFG.

Lynn Ellingsen gave many different versions to police as to how she got out of the barn, and whichever version was the truth, she managed to extract herself alive and unharmed.

The version she told the court was he later sent her off in a taxi to go buy some drugs. She wound up at her friend Val’s house.

Now I readily admit I know nothing about how the drug-addled brains of cocaine addicts work. I do not understand for the life of me how Lynn Ellingsen’s brain works.

If I had seen the absolute horror of a killer skinning a freshly murdered woman and lived to tell about it, I WOULD TELL ABOUT IT! I would march my carcass into the nearest police station, or I would grab the nearest phone and call 911. Because HOLY FRIGGIN HELL I saw a man slaughtering a woman in a barn!

I would tell even if I promised the killer I wouldn’t and that’s the reason he let me live. Even if I had crossed my heart, I would tell. Even if I pinky swore, I would still tell. Because Jeezus H. Christ there was a murder!

Now maybe Lynn Ellingsen didn’t trust the police not to arrest her. Maybe she thought going in to the police station all coked up would be bad. She could have told the taxi driver to call 911. She could have told her friend to call 911. The very next time she found herself sober she could have called police. She could have left an anonymous tip, for pity’s sake. But she didn’t.

Maybe Lynn Ellingsen imagined she’d been hallucinating on cocaine. Maybe she thought it wasn’t real. It was, after all, like a scene out of a horror flick. I don’t know — does cocaine cause hallucinations? But Lynn Ellingsen testified in court that she does not hallucinate on cocaine, and that she bloody well knew that the horrors she saw were real.

The RCMP’s Forensic Lab Toxicology Section is of the opinion that cocaine is not a hallucinogenic drug, and at worst would cause paranoia/psychosis. I choose to believe them. So she knew it was all sickeningly real.

Now maybe Lynn Ellingsen really was threatened by Pickton. Maybe he did actually promise to kill her if she told anyone, and it was fear that made her silent.

Fear didn’t keep Lynn Ellingsen away from the pig farm. She returned a couple of times to retrieve her belongings. Imagine, she was willing to go back to the scene of a gruesome murder to get her stuff! With a killer on the property!

And fear didn’t keep her silent. She wasn’t silent. She told her friend Thomas all about it. And Thomas went to the police in July 1999 and told them all about this Lynn Ellingsen who had seen Robert William Pickton hang a woman by the neck in his barn, cut strips of flesh off her legs and murder her.

Thomas further told the police that Lynn Ellingsen assisted in bringing sex trade workers (plural) back to Pickton’s property, and she had also reported seeing personal property belonging to sex trade workers (plural) in his trailer.

So on August 4th, 1999 Lynn Ellingsen was interviewed by the Provincial Unsolved Homicide Unit. And what did she do? She denied saying any such thing to Thomas. And she walked away.

But Lynn Ellingsen had told another friend called Wood all about it. Wood went to the Burnaby RCMP on August 7th, 1999. Wood told them about the gruesome slaughter scene in the barn.

Wood further told them that Lynn Ellingsen had confided that she thought Pickton was responsible for other murders, and that Pickton had kept women’s legs in his freezer. (The police eventually did find body parts in Pickton’s freezer, so this is not beyond belief.)

On August 10th, 1999 the Burnaby RCMP interviewed her. And she denied it all. She said it was a pig she saw being slaughtered, and it had made her throw up.

At the end of August, 1999 she was re-interviewed by the Provincial Unsolved Homicide Unit and again she denied seeing any murder. She did agree to take a polygraph but backed out. Big surprise.

So Lynn Ellingsen was willing to blab all about Robert William Pickton’s murderous ways to her friends, but not to the investigators. If it were actual fear of Pickton’s wrath, she wouldn’t have told anybody at all.

Nope, it wasn’t fear that stopped Lynn Ellingsen from reporting the murder. I could understand fear. Fear can override a lot of decent impulses. Fear can narrow your scope of action down to basic self-preservation. But it wasn’t fear driving Lynn Ellingsen’s bald-faced lies to police.

It all came down to greed.

See, Lynn Ellingsen saw not just a woman’s murdered corpse hanging in that barn. She saw an opportunity. Pickton had money (ka-ching!) and she had a habit.

Does cocaine decimate every atom of decency in a human being? Does it destroy every natural human feeling? Because Lynn Ellingsen had none left when she began to blackmail Robert William Pickton.

That’s what Georgina Papin’s gruesome death and dismemberment meant to Lynn Ellingsen — money. In $500 increments.

And what happened because of Lynn Ellingsen’s non-cooperation with investigators? This is what happened:

*Andrea Borhaven, last seen May 1999

*Julie Young, last seen July 1999

*Wendy Crawford, last seen November 1999

*Jennifer Furminger, last seen December 1999

*Yvonne Boen, last seen March 2001

*Patricia Johnson, last seen March 2001

*Heather Chinnock, last seen April 2001

*Heather Bottomley, last seen April 2001

*Angela Joesbury, last seen June 2001

*Dianne Rock, last seen October 2001

*Mona Wilson, last seen November 2001

She has their blood on her hands. And she doesn’t care.

Lynn Ellingsen sat on her horror story until February 24, 2002 – two days after Pickton’s arrest. THEN she cooperated with the police. But ONLY if they signed an agreement granting her immunity from prosecution.

Lynn Ellingsen not only extracted an immunity agreement, she also extracted $16,000 from the RCMP. They paid for her rent, her living expenses, her drug rehabilitation treatment (which didn’t work), new clothes, and a new front tooth.

I am sickened that this soulless twisted shit stain is allowed to roam free. I am horrified that this piece of inhuman trash will never face justice in this life. I wish her a speedy voyage to the warmer climes of hell. And Pickton can join her too.

A Framingham (Massachusetts) teenager fought with officers Tuesday as they tried to prevent him from swallowing a bag of what appeared to be cocaine, police said.

Art Taylor, 18, swallowed the small bag but was arrested on several other charges after police pulled him over on Union Avenue at 8:35 p.m., police spokesman Lt. Ron Brandolini said.

Members of the street crimes unit patrolling Franklin Street saw a car turn onto Pearl Street without signaling. They stopped the car on nearby Union Avenue, but when they spoke to Taylor, he refused to give them his license or registration, Brandolini said.

“He made a quick movement to the center console, and there was small baggie with a white powder in it,” Brandolini said. “He immediately made a movement to put it in his mouth.”

An officer tried to stop him, but Taylor kept pushing his arm away. The officers dragged Taylor from the car, and he started fighting with them in the middle of the road.

By the time officers handcuffed him, Taylor had swallowed the bag, Brandolini said.

Police used a dog to search the car for other drugs, but nothing was found.

Taylor, of 624 Hollis St., was arrested and charged with assault and battery on a police officer, resisting arrest, disorderly conduct and refusing to give police his license and registration. He was also cited for not using a turn signal.

Taylor pleaded not guilty at his Framingham District Court arraignment yesterday and was released without bail. He is due back in court Jan. 6 for a pretrial conference.

Obviously, Art wasn’t doing your grandfather’s cocaine. I suspect from the joyful look on his face that he managed to get down an eightball – that’s an eighth if an ounce for all you straight folks out there.

The flood of dopamine to his brain seems to have left him with a very bad case of the “geees” (pronounced with a hard “G”). In the condition he was in when this picture was taken, that’s about the only thing he could say too – geeee:

Police – Mr. Taylor, what was in that baggy you just swallowed?

Arty – Gee!

Police – Gee? What’s that, some new kind of street drug? Mr. Taylor! Pay attention!

Arty – Geeee!

Police – Have you taken any intoxicating substances tonight, sir?

Arty – Geeeeee!!

I tell you what though, the crash after the buzz Art Taylor had, a buzz that left him with THAT expression on his face, must have left him nearly suicidal.

Many thanks to VCBecky for turning me on to this story. It’s not a hellworthy crime by any means, but after a couple of weeks of some of the roughest trolling we’ve seen here at PYSIH in a long time, I felt like a little laughter would do us all a world of good.

Of course, she turns around and wastes that too. But it would have broke my heart to think that because I didn’t give her what she wanted she went hungry while she wondered why Mommy wouldn’t give her food. But I see now though that not all mommys are this concerned and loving.

The woman pictured above, my friends, is Natashay Ward. She was a mother to three beautiful children; Shanieka 11; Latrica 9; and Christopher 8.

According the her teachers and relatives, Shanieka was a bright friendly 5th grade student eager to start middle school the upcoming year. Latrica was an honor roll student that was full of life always with a smile to brighten up everyone’s day.

And Christopher? Well Christopher was energetic, as are most little boys his age, and he loved his mommy very much. He was once invited to a picnic for other low income children but decided he’d rather stay at home with his mother instead.

After Christmas break 2004 the children never returned to school. Now for me, this would’ve raised a red flag but unfortunately not all people look at small things like this. On January 12, mommy dearest failed to pay the utility bill, therefore her lights, water, and heat were cut off.

Although I do realize not all places are like this, here in Huntsville Alabama all that (heat, power and water) is all included in the utilities. Even though I understand that Alabama is not as cold as the Northern United States, in mid January it’s still pretty damn cold and EVERYONE, especially children, need heat.

Michael Kelley, the children’s father, said the last time he saw his children, which was mid-January, they were sitting in their floor eating, Why a father wouldn’t buy or even go to a good will to get his kids a bed beats the hell out of me.

The kids grandmother said Natashay refused to allow either her or Michael Kelley to see the children after that date. I wish I would tell my daughter’s grandparents that they couldn’t see her, I’d be picking my teeth up out of the floor. What was Natashay doing during all this you ask, well this fine Christian woman was taking Biblical test and donating money to religious charities.

Well on February 4, 2005 Granny was tired of the excuses she demanded to see the kids. When Natashay refused, Granny pushed her out of the way only to find the children on the cold bare floor (all in separate rooms) dead. She called 911.

When police finally arrived Natashay told them that she deliberately starved all three of her children to death. Huntsville medical examiner agreed, stating the final cause of death as starvation and dehydration. Not only had this worthless pond scum starved her kids to death but she also stayed in the apartment with their decomposing bodies for 7-10 days.

I guess those food stamps and government assistance was donated to the charities instead of providing food for the three helpless children. Many of her supporters are screaming mental illness, yet remember those Biblical tests that she had scored high on. That sure sounds like mental illness to me.

Thank God the jury didn’t buy this defense. On February 7, 2007 Judge Loyd Little Jr. sentenced Natashay Ward to 3 consecutive life terms, although she’s eligible for parole in 2052, I doubt this beast will ever see outside those shiny bars again.

This Story Was Written And Submitted By Tiffany – Great Job On You First Article For Us Kid.

Editor’s Notes: This case is just an extreme example of why televangelists ought to be all tried in a court of law for fraud and theft. It appears that Natashay Ward was donating her grocery budget to Joyce Meyers Ministries (Have you noticed that Joyce showed up in a couple of stories here at PYSIH?) and the Trinity Broadcasting Network (TBN).

Ironically, the money Natashay Ward sent to TBN was supposed to be used to sponsor a poor child overseas, which means, among other things, that she was helping to feed that child.

Natashay Ward also reportedly gave money to several local churches. This has caused many people to wonder aloud how such a “religious” person could possible starve her own children to death. He lawyers, of course, claimed mental illness was the answer. This is probably true to a point, except it doesn’t explain why she hid what she was doing (or more to the point, not doing) from prying eyes.

These starvation cases are the hardest ones for me personally to take. For one thing, it just takes so damn long for a child to succumb to intentional starving. The amount of pain and suffering these three innocents endured for no other reason that their mother decided they should breaks my heart.

Especially in this case, when mom pissed the families resources away on mumbo jumbo taught to her from a very young age, and exploited by men and women who promised to pave the way to heaven – for a slight fee, of course.

Evangelism and fundamentalism are quiet crimes that hide behind religious privilege and cooperative politicians looking for the blessings of a loyal and obedient voting block. This time, they helped an overzealous, disturbed mother kill her three kids.

I don’t know how my brothers and I ever lived to adulthood. Our family drunk put us in the car nearly every day and drove. It had to be by the grace of God or Allah or Buddah or some deity that we never ended up in a wreck.

I remember being under the legal driving age by quiet a few years and driving this person out to the liquor store to get alcohol. Our county was dry so you had to drive about 10-15 miles to the closest store. It was always the family joke that he could drive better drunk than he could sober.

I learned a lot of little life lesson’s from this person’s negative example, so I am thankful for that. One of those lessons were that I do not drink at all, ever, and my husband doesn’t drink either.

I just can’t comprehend what possesses people to get behind the wheel after they’ve been drinking.

This is Callie Long, age 62. As you’ve probably figured out from my opening she likes to drink and drive. She graced the headlines with her presence on August 27, 2003 in Lubbock, TX. This case infuriates me and I think know it will you to. After 7 years the people of Lubbock are still pissed about Callie Long and the injustice that was done.

Callie, like many other drunk drivers and in spite of all evidence to the contrary, decided she was able to drive. She was driving down the  access road of the 3600 block of Loop 289 at 11:22 p.m. when she mowed down 29-year-old cyclist Brett Walrath, a former personal assistant to criminal DA Bill Sowder in her 1993 Lexus.

Most people would stop immediately and get out and try to assist the victim and call 911 for help. Callie isn’t most people, she’s a drunk and only thinks of herself. Callie continued on her little journey and Mr. Walrath was hit a second time by another vehicle.

Callie was stopped a few blocks later – fortunately someone must have witnessed her run down Mr. Walrath and called her license plates in. Guess what happened then? Yep, she failed a field sobriety test and was arrested on intoxication assault. She had a BAC of .13.

She was held in the Lubbock County Jail in lieu of $75,000.00 bond. Callie posted bond and was out the next day. See, Callie was a successful real estate agent, owning Callie Long Realty and was moderately wealthy so the bond was not an issue.

While Callie sat her self in jail  for the very short amount of time she was there, Mr. Walrath was laid up in ICU at UMC Hospital fighting for his life while his pregnant wife prayed he would pull through.

Mr. Walrath suffered closed-head trauma, brain stem damage, multiple fractures and was in a coma. He was taken in for surgery the next morning and was described as being “gravely injured”. Callie was indicted on November 24th, 2004 for intoxicated assault and failure to stop and render aid.

Brett was in a coma for almost 5 months before he succumbed to his injuries, in April of 2005. Accordingly, the charges against Callie Long were upgraded to intoxicated manslaughter with a deadly weapon, aggravated assault and failure to stop and render aid.

She was also found guilty on those charges. She faced a sentence of two to twenty years in prison. Two to twenty years isn’t much of a sentence in my opinion when your talking about murder but it’s at least something.

Now her’s wher things get a bit confusing, so I’m going to let Lubbock Online tell it for me:

Long was convicted in April 2005 of intoxicated manslaughter and given a two-year sentence with the finding that a deadly weapon – her car – was used in the crime. That would have meant she would have served the full two years in prison.

However, an appeals court overturned the case because the jury had not been given the opportunity to convict her of the lesser charge of driving while intoxicated.

Her recent trial was for the offense of failing to stop and render aid. She was convicted but given a six-month term of probation. District Judge Brad Underwood added 60 days in jail as a term of probation or she would not have been required to serve any time in jail.

Sounds pretty routine, right? But wait, we’re not done yet. Long appealed her 2007 conviction for failing to stop and render aid. Prosecutor Hobson then announced his intent to refile the DUI manslaughter charges.

Back to the negotiations table!

Long on Thursday pleaded guilty to driving while intoxicated, bringing an end to years of protracted legal battles between Long’s attorney, Danny Hurley, and Special Prosecutor Rod Hobson.

Part of the agreement that came with pleading to the Class B misdemeanor, Long agreed to drop the appeal of her 2007 failure to stop and render aid conviction and Hobson dismissed pending intoxication manslaughter and aggravated assault charges.

So Callie Long essentially served no time in prison for taking the life of Brett Walrath. She served sixty days for failure to render aid, and another ninety days for intoxication manslaughter. Five months of Callie Long’s life equals the sum total of Brett Walrath’s life.

Once again, the message is a life taken by a drunk driver isn’t worth as much as a life taken in any other manner. Once again, the lesson is that the consequences of killing a person while driving intoxicated are that there are no consequences. It’s sad, really.

WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED HERE?  Where is the justice for Brett and his family? How could our system fail? After all these years I still cannot help but to get furious when I think of Callie. I can feel my blood boil and my face turn red when I think of the miscarriage of justice in this case. I can not believe this bitch is driving around on the same streets that my family and friends are driving on and my son will soon be driving on. It makes me sick!

Brett paid with his life for Callie to have a night of fun. Brett was never able to hold his first born child – he ought to be in the 1st grade now. Callie has gone on with her life, she wakes up everyday, I’m sure her life hasn’t changed that much. Certainly not as much as Brett’s families lives have changed. It’s been said a hundred times Callie Long never showed any emotion or remorse for what she has done.

Most of the stories I write because I feel a closeness to or some kind of bond that I can’t always explain or put into words. I was born in Lubbock, TX and lived there for many years. Most of my family and friends still live there, my 2 teenage sons still live there with their dad.

Although it is my birthplace I’ve always stood by my belief that Lubbock is run by a ‘Good ol’ boys’ network’ It’s always been about who you know and how much money you have. This is a prime example and there’s many more cases like this in Lubbock. I plan to write about everyone I know about because there are a lot of victim’s in Lubbock that have been forgotten and have not received the proper justice they deserved. In this case, our justice system failed.