I don’t like hit and run drivers. They really aggravate me, especially the ones who injure or kill people and take off because they are cowards and just can’t face what they’ve done.
The jackass pictured on the left, Christopher Swiridowsky, age 30, of Providence RI, took hit and run driving to a whole new level early Sunday morning when he fled the scene of an accident with one of his victims impaled on the windshield of his car. How fortunate for us that before he did this he took this ridiculous picture of himself and posted it on his MySpace homepage. Very fortunate indeed.
In ancient Greek mythology, there were three goddesses who determined the fate of every person. Although there were many deities who had power over nearly every aspect of someone’s life, none had as much influence as the three sisters Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos. The Greek name for these powerful goddesses was the “Moirae”, but you probably call them the Three Fates. The Moirae worked as a team, each with their own task. Clotho spun the thread of a person’s life, Lachesis measured it and Atropos cut it, thus determining the length of time one had in this life. 
Tommaso Onofri was a beautiful baby who lived with his mum, dad and older brother in a country house near Parma, Italy. The evening of March 2nd, 2006, seemed a normal one at Onofri home. The family was having dinner, and 17-month-old Tommy was in his usual place for this time of day, sitting in his high chair. Suddenly, two men with their faces covered by balaclava burst into the room. The family, terrified and thinking they were being robbed, wisely told the pair of bandits, “Take whatever you want.” But this was no robbery – no, it was much worse than that. To everyone’s shock and surprise, instead of taking money or jewels, one of the men pulled the baby out of the high chair,and the two intruders ran off with little Tommaso Onofri. 
You know, being broke sucks big time. Seriously, it does. Remember all those evenings of going out to a nice restaurant? That’s turned into dollar menu. Steaks on the grill? Try mac and cheese. Instead of taking everyone to the amusement park this weekend, as they say in that Brady Bunch movie: “Put on your Sunday best, kids. We’re going to SEARS!” Yup, being broke is a big time downer. Some people do little things here and there to save money. Clip coupons, buy generic instead of name brands, take the bus, throw their children off a cliff to avoid paying child support… wait, what?
Some people are just plain evil. They’re mothers, fathers, wives and husbands just like the rest of us. They live among us, and hide their evil well, so well you’d never know the blackness that dwells inside their hearts. That is, until they find themselves in a financial crisis, or overwhelmed by their personal lives. They are some of the people we write about on PYSIH, the ones who commit those unspeakable acts that most of us would never even consider.
Young Danny Fitch was a familiar sight on Amherst Street where he lived in Sacramento from 1983 until 1990. Often playing on his street from sun-up until sun-down with other kids on the block, the short skinny boy with wavy brown hair and almond colored eyes was easy to spot weaving in between friends amidst the whooping and hollering; all you had to do was look for the green A’s baseball cap he always wore. Baseball was a passion for the boy who collected cards and idolized Jose Canseco.
This is literally a case of the mentally handicapped robbing the visually handicapped.
David P. Santuomo, 43, was very excited on December 3rd, 2008. No, it wasn’t because Santa Claus would be coming soon. He and his girlfriend were about to take the vacation of their dreams, a week-long cruise complete with all the amenities you’d expect from what amounts too a floating five star luxury hotel. He worked hard and deserved this break from his stressful job as a firefighter for the city of Columbus, Ohio.