This stunning example on Caucasian manhood pictured to the left goes by the name of Paul Warner Powell. Considering that I’m about to tell you all about what Paulie did to two young teenaged girls on the afternoon of on January 29th, 1999, you can safely assume that he is a pretty evil son of a bitch. And you’d be right.

But what makes Paul Warner Powell stand out from all the other scumbags that get written up here on PYSIH? Well, Paul Powell is incredibly stupid. I’m not just talking two plus two equals five stupid here, I’m talking stuck his hand in the lawnmower, shot himself while cleaning his gun, Darwin Award winning stupid.

I’m sick to death of Pat Robertson. This article doesn’t have anything to do with Pat being a Christian, because, really, Pat has very little to do with being a Christian. This article is about Pat Robertson, the man. Pat Robertson, the hypocrite. Pat Robertson, the evilest son of bitch who ever tried to pass himself off as a man of God. With that stupid grin on his face and his condescending, syrupy-sweet voice, Pat has appointed himself God’s spokesman on earth and made some of the most hateful, evil statements I’ve ever heard.

He has publically announced, at one time or another, the following decrees in the name of God:

Sometimes, there just isn’t any justice in the world. Really, some days I feel like no matter what you do, no matter how hard good cops work to catch the bad guys, no matter if a prosecutor takes a case and does everything humanly possible to get justice for the victim and his family, it only takes one asshole to fuck it up for everybody.

Take the case of Dylan Morse.

On Valentine’s Day, 2009, Morse was driving home after attending a Sonoma State University frat party with his best friend, Ryne Spitzer, when he ran a red light and T-boned another car driven by 22-year-old Alexander Ruiz and his girlfriend, 25-year-old Vanessa King.

There is some justice is the word after all. Just when I get to the point that I think that everything I’m doing here might be a waste of time, and the fools who comment on this website and tell me that I’m just fooling myself, that no one really cares about right and wrong and honesty and truth, something like this happens.

On Saturday, December 15th, 2007, four bystanders rescued Michelle Lynn Kehoe, 33, of Coralville, Iowa and her two young sons after she drove her minivan into the icy Iowa River. Kehoe said she lost control of the car when she was distracted by her kids and drifted off the driving surface of the road onto the dirt shoulder.

History can be fun. Years after deaths and triumphs, the challenges that were endured to get from way back then to now can provide hours of entertainment to readers and even viewers of historical events translation to film, music or art. History can also dredge up horrible memories of horrible, torturous events when many of us felt that the very streets we lived and worked on had become a battle ground in a struggle between religious and philosophical beliefs.

It’s been just over 7 years since Lee Boyd Malvo and John Allen Muhammad were arrested, sleeping in their 1990 Chevrolet Caprice Sedan. The murder weapon the two had used to kill ten people, a Bushmaster .223 rifle was found inside the car, and was later conclusively linked through ballistics to 8 of the 10 shootings, though the eventual conviction that led to Muhammad’s death sentence relates to only a single shooting, that of Dean Harold Meyers, a 53 year-old man who was just pumping his gas.

All couples fight at some point in their relationships. Some talk rationally, some yell, and some even get physical. Jessica Arrowood (Her MySpace – thanks motherof3) and her boyfriend Jesse Pacheco were a couple that fought with their fists. But, being the upstanding people that they are, they didn’t want to hit each other, I mean they’re in love. Instead when things got a little heated, they decided to beat Jessica’s children.

Pacheco would beat Jessica’s “favorite son”, 4-year-old Raymond, to get back at Jessica, and Jessica would in turn beat his favorite child, her 5-year-old daughter Alea. The probable cause affidavit said Arrowood had:

“snatched Alea up by her hair, picked her up by her throat one-handed, threw her like a rag doll and wrapped her arms around Alea’s throat.”

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.

Christie Scott, 30, is one of those people. Back on July 8th of this year, she was convicted of setting fire to the bedroom where her six-year-old autistic son, Mason Scott, was sleeping. She and her younger son, Noah, now 5, were outside when first responders arrived at their home in Franklin County, Alabama, but little Mason didn’t survive the blaze. The fire occurred on August 17th, 2007.

Who hasn’t heard of Dallas, Texas? It’s a major southern metropolis, there is an iconic 80’s television show named after it, it is the home of the Dallas Cowboys, the Dallas Mavericks, and the Dallas Stars. Historically, it was the center of the oil and cotton industry in America. Sounds like a nice place, huh? Abneris Santiago and Alfred Santiago (no relation) thought the same thing.

Abneris, 30, and her live-in boyfriend, Alfred, 37, moved to Dallas from Florida, in search of the American Dream; tagging along for the ride were Abneris’ daughter, her two sons, and a daughter the couple made together. Forgive me for saying, but I think their sights were set a little lower than the typical “American Dream as they took up residence at a Budget Suites of America extended stay hotel, directly off a major freeway in Dallas. The family stayed in the confined quarters for just about a year, until the beginning of July, when their journey together came to an abrupt end.