It’s the beginning of the 21st century. You’re a member of an incredibly successful musical group. You and your bandmates have paid your dues, working gigs at run down bars and 3rd rate venues for little or no pay, working your way up the ladder of fame.

Your big break comes in the form of an American Idol type television talent show for singing groups. All that hard work, all those hours and hours of practicing and rehearsing finally pay off, and you and the band are declared the winners.

Now, instead of gigging at dive bars that hold 50 or 100 people, you’re performing in twenty-thousand seat arenas to overflow crowds. The band’s first album sells nearly one million copies before it ever arrives at record shops.

You’ve finally made it.

There’s just one problem, and it’s a big one. You’ve known for many years that you are HIV positive. You were infested by a blood transfusion during surgery, through no fault of your own, but you a convinced that if it is ever revealed publically, it will mean the end of the band and your dream.

You decide to keep your condition a secret, which is harmless by itself. But what about the guys you choose to date. Whether it’s a one night stand or a long term relationship, what do you tell your partner? Do you tell the truth, and risk a vindictive lover spilling the beans in a fit of anger or jealousy, or do remain silent, but make sure you practice safe sex.

Or do you take door number three, and pretend that everything is fine and dandy, and you don’t actually have the virus, therefore, there’s no need to take precautions to ensure the safety of your partner. Now you don’t have to explain why you insist on a condom.

So what do you do?.

It really is test of character, isn’t it? Well, this is exactly the predicament that singer Nadja Benaissa, 28, one of the original members of the German girl band No Angels, found herself in. From what I can tell, No Angels is the German equivalent of Girls Aloud (whoever they are – I’m really feeling the generation gap right now).

Her solution has not only shocked people with her callous disregard for the well-being of others, but presented us all with the moral dilemma I discussed at the beginning of my story; How far would you go to protect your lifelong dream of fame and fortune?

Before I continue, it’s important to know that Nadja Benaissa has been on trial this week for knowingly infecting one of her sexual partner with HIV without informing him of her status or using proper precautions. Closing arguments were on Wednesday, August 25th, 2010, and a verdict is expected any time now.

Nadja Benaissa was addicted to crack cocaine at 14 and living on the street, but 2 years later, in 1998, she discovered she was pregnant and stopped using drugs, only to find out during a regular pregnancy blood test that she was HIV-positive. Thankfully, her now 12-year-old daughter was virus-free.

She and the other original members of the No Angels were selected during the international TV talent show Popstars in 2000, and became Germany’s most successful girl band, selling five million albums from 2000 to 2003.

When Nadja Benaissa was faced with her dilemma, she chose to remain silent. She hid her HIV status from everyone, fearing it would damage her career. She also claims that she didn’t want to stigmatize her then baby daughter – even though the child had no trace of the disease. And, of course, she didn’t want to jeopardize the band.

Even though I don’t buy Nadja’s claim that a health professional told her it was nearly impossible for her to infect another person, I think most of us can see her point – hey, it’s nobody else’s business anyways. But Nadja Benaissa wasn’t celibate during this period either – or careful.

As a matter of fact, she admits to having sex with the three men a maximum of five times between 2000 and 2004. During those five encounter she neither informed her partners of her HIV positive status nor took any precautions to protect them from becoming infected.

Unfortunately one of those partners, a 34-year-old man, discovered that he was HIV positive in 2009, when news of Nadja Benaissa’s HIV status became public, prompting him to get tested by his doctor:

“[After] a few hours he called me and said I should go to see him. It was then I knew I was positive.”

Needless to say, the man, who I’ll call Mr. Smith, was pretty unhappy that Nadja Benaissa had neglected to inform him of her little “issue”. Surprisingly though, he was not the one who ended up reporting Nadja to the police.

No, one her other two sexual partners, who had also heard through the media of Ms. Benaissa’s HIV positive status, went to police and made a complaint.

On April 11th, 2009, police arrested Nadja Benaissa on charges of causing grievous bodily harm for allegedly infecting Mr. Smith with the virus in 2004 and attempting to cause grievous bodily harm for having unprotected sex with her two other partners.

Nadja Benaissa was held in jail for 10 days, after a judge ruled there was a danger she might repeat the alleged offense, but eventually she was released on April 21st, 2009, after German and other European AIDS groups complained about her treatment.

The arrest of such a high profile person for infecting another person with the HIV virus has opened a HUGE can of worms. To me, this is a simple case; Did Nadja Benaissa have the right to protect her career by not informing her lovers that she was HIV positive? Even she doesn’t believe that, as we can plainly see by the statement she read on the stand during her trial, where she admitted to the charges and apologized to all three of her “victims”.

“I’d been told the likelihood of infecting someone or that I would develop the illness [Aids] was more or less zero. For that reason, I kept the news, even from my close group of friends, [as] I didn’t want my daughter to be stigmatized. I told the band members because I trusted them but I never made it public because I feared that it would mean the end of the band.”

“I am sorry from the bottom of my heart. No way did I want my partner to be infected.”

She gets no points from me for this pretty speech. In my book, anything you say or do after you’ve already been caught loses a major portion of its credibility. If Nadja Benaissa had made a similar statement in, say, 2008, well now that would have taken some courage.

But AIDS activists couldn’t resist the opportunity to criticize this prosecution as contributing to the stigmatization of people with HIV, and demanding that all laws that criminalize anything to do with HIV or AIDS be overturned. Many went so far as to, that’s right folks, suggest that the victim, Mr. Smith, was partly responsible for his infection.

OK, so I believe in practicing safe sex myself, but I don’t know, maybe I’m naive for expecting this, but if my partner has a disease as serious as HIV, she’d have the common fucking decency to let me know about it. Especially, ESPECIALLY if we were about to engage in unprotected sex.

So please, to all you AIDS support groups out there who are using this incident as a chance to get a little free publicity for your respective agendas, please, have some compassion for a 34-year-old man whose life has just been turned upside down through no fault of his own, and shut the fuck up.

Thank you.

To Nadja Benaissa, I have this to say. I understand that you were young, and that you literally went from rags to riches. I also understand that protecting your career must have seemed like the most important thing in the world. But lying by omission to these three men was not your only option, nor your first one. What you chose to do was beyond selfish. It was reckless, premeditated and evil.

Perhaps I’m being too hard on Nadja Benaissa. After all, she has admitted in court that her actions were irresponsible and cruel, and she has apologized directly to the man she infected, along with her other two ex-boyfriends. Maybe it’s wrong to condemn someone for actions taken 5 or 6 years ago. I’ve thought a lot about these two points.

But I keep coming back to this; Nadja Benaissa chose to have unprotected sex with three men because she was afraid that if she was exposed as HIV positive, it would endanger the popularity of her band No Angels and ruin her chances to remain rich and famous. She decided her career was more important than the health and well being of these men.

That’s what this case is about. It’s about that poor slob who is now HIV positive and will live with that for the rest of his life – as someone who lives with heart disease, I understand all to well what living with a chronic, fatal, incurable disease does to your peace of mind. While HIV is not the death sentence it used to be, there’s no doubt this man’s quality of life has taken a huge hit.

And where are the AIDS advocacy group’s support for him? Why is there no righteous indignation over the treatment he has received? Perhaps if these groups pulled their heads out of the politician’s asses long enough to take a couple of breaths of fresh air, they’d remember the PEOPLE who are suffering out here with HIV and full-blown AIDS.

Anyway, life goes on. The prosecution in Nadja Benaissa’s trial for inflicting grievous bodily harm has just stated in their closing argument that they are not asking the court for jail time for the singer, just two years probation. My idea about Nadja’s actions in court being part of a well orchestrated plan is sounding better and better.

UPDATE: August 27th, 2010

Nadja Benaissa was found guilty as charged today, as a panel of three judges and two laypersons convicted her of one count of causing grievous bodily harm and four counts of attempting to cause grievous bodily harm. In addition to serving a two-year suspended sentence, Ms. Benaissa was ordered to perform 300 hours of community service.

To say that she was tiny would be an understatement. She was a gigantic 4’8″ and, fully dressed, soaking wet, and carrying her fully-load purse, weighed in at a colossal 85 pounds. But her personality was a force of nature.

She was fierce.

She was born outside of Dublin and immigrated to the United States with her family when she was a child. She raised her 15 children (hey, we’re Irish – we don’t have kids, we have litters) to be productive members of the community. When my mother developed her “issues,” my brothers and I went to live with her and my grandfather. We loved her dearly.

But she had a look that could have stopped Satan in his tracks and made him reconsider his wicked ways. You know “the look” that I’m talking about. It can freeze the blood in your veins and make you start replaying your life to find out which atrocity that you may or may not have committed to bring about that look.

Whether you were guilty or not, you started formulating your defense even though you knew it was useless. The cherry on top of that “look” sundae? The dreaded, “I’m disappointed in you” speech. Still sends shivers up and down my spine remember some of those lectures. But we were afraid of her because we loved and respected her. We knew that she loved us more than life itself and would have sacrificed herself for us without thought or hesitation. In other words, we were terrified of letting her down.

And even though she was not an overly educated woman (kind of tough when you get married at 14 and start having babies), she was the smartest woman that I ever knew. She instilled in each and every one of us a life long love of learning and made sure that my brothers and I all went to college.

Noor Faleh Almaleki, 20, of Glendale, Arizona wanted what every single every other young woman wants; to be a normal, carefree American woman. She wanted to an education which would lead her to a career. But most of all, she wanted to meet a man, fall madly in love, get married and live happily ever after. But unlike every other American girl, Noor had Faleh Hassan Almaleki for a father.

The Almaleki family immigrated to the United States from Iraq when Noor was 4-years old. Noor, who’s name means “light of God” was the first of seven children born into the family. Noor quickly assimilated into the American culture, even though she maintained a close relationship with her Iraqi roots and Muslim heritage.

Faleh Hassan Almaleki, 48, did not like what he was seeing in his young daughter, didn’t like it one bit. He didn’t like the clothing she wore, the music she listened to, the friends that she had and especially, he didn’t like the independence and self-determination that she exhibited.

When Noor got a job at Applebee’s, Faleh made her life miserable and forced her to quit. Chad Wilcoxon, her former manager at Applebee’s said:

“Noor had to quit due to her Dad. She called one day and said ‘I have to quit due to family reasons.’ I only worked with her for one month, I didn’t even know she was Iraqi”.

Her friend Sharlee Caudle said:

“She was a good person, and moral. Most parents would be glad to have a child like that.”

But Faleh Hassan Almaleki didn’t see it that way. He wanted Noor to adhere to the highly conservative and traditional Iraqi culture, at least the culture that Faleh perceived.

So when Noor was just 18-years old, Faleh Hassan Almaleki sent her back to Iraqi and forced her to enter into a marriage he arranged with an older cousin. Noor fled Iraq and returned to the United States.

Noor tried for over 18 months to work things out with her family, but she had finally had enough. Her parents didn’t understand that she didn’t want to be married to an Iraqi cousin. She was already in love with her American boyfriend, Marwan Alebadi, who was also of Iraqi heritage. After Noor finally realized that she could no longer live with her parents, she moved in with Marwan and his mother, Amal Edan Khalaf.

Amal had known and been friends with Noor’s parents for many years. Even before Noor began dating her son, Amal treated Noor like she was a member of her family, having babysat for her and her siblings. When Noor confided in her that she could no long tolerate her father’s possessive and controlling nature, Amal opened her home to Noor. For the first time in years, Noor felt safe.

But this action sent Faleh Hassan Almaleki into a rage. In his twisted universe, Noor was his property to do with as he pleased and her living with her boyfriend was definitely a crime, a disgrace that shamed him and his entire family. When Amal had separated from her husband, Faleh considered her to be an unfit mother, woman, wife, and an extremely bad influence on Noor. Both Faleh and his wife Seham thought of Amal as filth and were absolutely outraged at the notion of Noor living Marwan and Amal.

On October 20, 2009, Noor accompanied Amal to the Arizona Department of Economic Security office. Even though Amal had been in the United States for many years, she had poor English language skills. Noor went with her to assist in translating and filling out the required paperwork for a change of address.

At 1:06 p.m. Noor texted her best friend Ushna:

Noor: “Dude, I’m so scared. Shit, at the welfare place, and guess who walks in? My dad!!! I’m so shaky!”

Ushna: “Holy shit, did he see you?”

Noor: “I don’t think so. His fat ass is right by the door so I can’t even leave. I’m laughing like a crazy person. I hate when this happens to me. I knew I shouldn’t have [woken] up.”

Faleh Hassan Almaleki had entered the welfare office, taken a number then had sat down. As Noor watched in terror, Faleh began making calls on his cell phone. He talked with his son Ali, a male relative in Detroit, Michigan and his wife, Seham who was working as a translator at a military base in California. Noor texted to Ushna:

“My dad is a manipulative asshole. I’ve honestly never met anyone…so evil.”

Then just as suddenly as he appeared, Faleh got up and walked out of the welfare office. Both of the women breathed a sigh of relief when he did not return. A visibly relaxed Noor texted Ushna one last time at 1:32 p.m:

“What time do you get out of work? Are you going to have time [to meet]?”

After completing their business at the welfare office, Noor and Amal stepped out of the welfare office into the hot Arizona sun and returned to Amal’s car. Amal couldn’t quite shake the feeling that Faleh was still lurking around but Noor comforted her by telling her that the worst he would do was probably just spit on them.

Upon arriving at the car, Amal discovered that she had locked her keys in the car. She called her son and asked him to bring them the extra set of keys. While they were waiting, Noor suggested that they wait in the nearby Mexican restaurant because she was thirsty. They began walking toward the restaurant when out of nowhere, a silver Jeep Cherokee headed directly at them at a high rate of speed.

Amal not only recognized the car but the driver as well. It was Faleh Hassan Almaleki. She had just enough time to throw her arms up in defense. Without braking, Faleh drove his Jeep directly into the women, striking them at an estimated 30 miles per hour then fleeing the area as witnesses rushed to the two women.

Amal was thrown 27 feet through the air where she landed with bone crushing force. Noor was dragged across a curbed median before dislodging from the Jeep and landing on the pavement, unconscious and bleeding.

Amal suffered a broken pelvis, broken femur and myriad of cuts and bruises, but remained conscious. She remained conscious long enough to tell police who had been driving the car that ran them down.

Noor was not quite so lucky. She was rushed to John C. Lincoln North Mountain Hospital in critical condition having sustained numerous broken and crushed bones along with severe head and spinal injuries. She was rushed into surgery and then placed on life support. She never regained consciousness.

After Noor was declared brain dead, her mother decided to remove her from life support. At 11:54 a.m. on November 2, 2009, Noor Faleh Almaleki’s heart finally stopped beating. She finally had the peace in death that she had not known in life.

After running the two helpless and defenseless women down with his car, Faleh Hassan Almaleki immediately called his son Ali and Seham. He also called several additional members of his extended family, including Jamil Almaleki who lived in nearby Phoenix.

By 5:00 p.m. on October 20th, detectives from Peoria descended upon the Almaleki home in Glendale. There, they were met by Ali who denied knowing anything about what his father had done or his whereabouts. He admitted that he had received numerous calls from his mother telling him that something had happened to Noor, but he didn’t want to get involved.

He explained that Noor had dishonored the family and been “most disrespectful” to their parents since her return from Iraq and had continued to reject “traditional” Iraqi values. He continued to deny any knowledge of the attack.

And what of good old Faleh? What he did immediately after intentionally running his own daughter down with his car is not known. Investigators do know that around 5:00 p.m. that day, he crossed the border into Mexico and checked into a hotel. The unemployed, diabetic truck driver and chronic gambler then called Jamil in Phoenix at 5:30 p.m. On October 21, Peoria police issued a warrant for Faleh Hassan Almaleki’s arrest, alleging (at that point) two counts of aggravated assault.

When detectives contacted Seham and told her that Amal was saying that it was Faleh who ran them down, Seham began screaming at them. “This woman is a liar. This woman is dirty. Her family is dirty.” She denied having any contact or any form of communication with Faleh Hassan Almaleki either before or after the attack.

When she was informed that Noor’s condition was grave, she demanded to see her daughter. But the detective said he was concerned that Seham and others might pose further danger to Noor. “I’m a danger? I’m a Muslim. We can’t kill our daughter.” (Can we say irony)

Two days after Noor was run down, a Glendale pharmacy contacted police informing them that someone had called in a prescription for Faleh Hassan Almaleki’s diabetic medication and that a young middle eastern man and a woman wearing a veil had picked it up.

Detectives returned to the Almaleki home. This time they had the phone records that showed that both Ali and Seham had been in close contact with Faleh Hassan Almaleki before the assault and after. Seham finally admitted that she had spoken with her husband, but denied knowing where he was.

When questioned about the medication, she admitted that she and Ali had picked it up but that she had thrown the pills away. She continued to blame Amal. She screamed that Amal got what was coming to her because she is the matriarch of a family supposedly flush with drug abusers and thieves. By contrast, Seham told the detectives, “We have a good family.” Ali finally broke down and told his mother, “No, Mom. We don’t.”

Later that night Ali met with detectives at a nearby restaurant. He finally admitted that he had been in contact with his father. He told detectives that his father had called him when he saw Noor and Amal at the welfare office. Ali told him to leave and go home. But of course Faleh Hassan Almaleki did not do that. When his father called him and told him that he had run Noor and Amal down, Ali was torn between his father and his sister. Faleh told him “man up,” because he wouldn’t be around anymore.

While Faleh Hassan Almaleki was on the run, he was a busy, if not exactly a bright, boy. Supposedly without help from any of his family or friends, Faleh had plenty of cash, changes of clothes and his medication. If no one helped him, that means that the attack on Noor was planned which makes it even more chilling.

Faleh was finally caught on October 27 when he flew from Mexico City to London. Customs officials found he was a wanted man when he tried to enter the county using his real name and American passport. He was immediately put on a flight back to the United States. Faleh Hassan Almaleki arrived in Atlanta and was immediately taken into custody.

On October 28, his jeep was discovered abandoned in Mexico. Forensic analysis found blood, hair, bone and human tissue embedded in the front end of the car which belonged to both Amal and Noor. On October 29, Peoria detectives finally sat down to interview Faleh Hassan Almaleki. He waived his Miranda rights and began to talk with detectives.

Initially he denied trying to kill the women. He told detectives:

“If I want to try to kill my daughter, why would I kill my daughter with vehicle? I have no problem with my daughter; this is not the first time she left the house…. If I want to kill her, I go buy a gun. I know where they live. I just lost control [of the car].”

Detective Boughey asked him whether he had been trying to scare the women:

“Might be something like this, but I don’t try to kill them.”

Faleh Hassan Almaleki continued to deny any wrongdoing claiming that it was an accident. He accidentally ran into the women at the welfare office. He accidentally ran into them when he was in the parking lot. He accidentally lost control of his car. He accidentally hit them. Lots of accidents aren’t there?

But Detective Boughey would not give up and finally Faleh admitted that he had intentionally run the women down. But like Sahem, he blamed Amal screaming that she had stolen his daughter away. He blamed Noor for turning her back on him and “his” culture. He blamed everyone but himself. Faleh asked the detective what he would do with a disobedient daughter. Bourhey said, “I wouldn’t crush her with a car.” Well said detective.

On October 31, detectives escorted Faleh Hassan Almaleki back to Arizona where he was held on $5 million bond. After Noor died, Faleh Hassan Almaleki was indicted for first-degree murder, attempted first-degree murder, aggravated assault and leaving the scene of an accident.

Faleh began hatching his defense quickly. Seemingly not to care that his telephone conversations were recorded, Faleh would go on tirade after tirade against Amal and Noor. He firmly believed that he had restored his honor by killing his first born child.

In one recorded conversation, he instructed Seham:

“Listen, have [friends] sit across from the [U.S.] consulate [in Iraq] and hold signs saying, ‘The Iraqi honor is precious.’ Signs saying that I’m not a criminal, [that] I didn’t break into someone’s house, [that] I didn’t steal. You know what I mean? And for an Iraqi, honor is the most valuable thing. No one hates his daughter, but honor is precious, and nothing is better than honor, and we are a tribal society that can’t change. I didn’t kill someone off the street. I tried to give her a chance, but no result.”

What chance was that Faleh? Leap over your speeding car in a single bound? He demanded that Seham find him an Arab attorney. One that could understand his point of view. When Seham couldn’t think of one, Faleh Hassan Almaleki told her to look for a Jew. He told her:

“Check with Arabs. [But] if there is a loophole in this subject — you know, clans, tribalism, something like that — the Jews know of it. See if there is a loophole or something.”

Seham suggested an insanity defense might be an option.

“We can say that you have…a psychological problem. You have to tell them, ‘I am suffering because of the war.’”

Faleh agreed that this would be a good idea.

“Tell them I am tired and feel nervous. I am always suffering from this condition. Tell them I got sick in Iraq. OK?”

(I’ll take Post Traumatic Stress Disorder for $200, Alex). Thankfully, all of these recorded conversations can and will be used against Faleh during his trial.

But without any money, it’s tough to hire a private attorney no matter what their religion. Faleh Hassan Almaleki pleaded not guilty to all charges and was assigned Mr. Billy Little, a public defender.

Billy Boy immediately got to work to bring Islam into the trial. He filed a motion with the court asking them to ensure that the County and Attorney’s Office wouldn’t wrongly seek the death penalty because…(wait for it) Faleh Hassan Almaleki is a Muslim.

He demanded that the normally closed proceedings be opened to the public because, “an open process provides some level of assurance that there is no appearance that a Christian is seeking to execute a Muslim for racial, political, religious or cultural beliefs,” Little wrote, referring to County Attorney Andrew Thomas’ Christian faith.

Are you nauseous yet?

Next you just know that Billy Boy will be questioning potential jurors to find out if they are Christian, Jewish or Muslim. So much for blind justice, huh?

But the County Attorney caved in to the pressure and has refused to seek the death penalty (wussie). Faleh Hassan Almaleki has remained in jail while all of this legal crap continues to wind it’s way merrily through the courts. It is expected that he might finally be able to be tried for the murder of his daughter sometime in the fall.

Now I know that some of you are probably screaming at your computer screen right now. Not at the death of an innocent young woman at the hands of her whacko father, but because the whack job is from Iraq and a Muslim. You are probably saying, “fucking (please insert the cultural and/or racial slur of your choice here) comes to this country and gets welfare then pops his daughter and we get to pay for it.”

Yes I am well aware that we are currently at war with Iraq and tensions between those of the Iraqi culture and the American culture are high. But regardless of what Faleh or Billy Boy say, this had nothing to do with honor or Islam.

Faleh Hassan Almaleki is a mean, domineering and controlling man. He was furious when his first born child just happened to do something crazy like try to live her own life and make her own decisions. It would have ended the same way if Faleh had been a Christian, Buddhist, or Wiccan – one dead daughter crushed to death by a lunatic driving a car and using it as a weapon.

Faleh Hassan Almaleki is nothing but a chauvinistic, misogynistic, coward. Plain and simple. He is trying to hide behind a religion instead of growing a set and taking responsibility for his actions. He murdered his daughter. He tried to kill the woman that was helping her. Period.

I have absolutely no animosity towards people of any faith. I believe that anyone can worship any deity that they choose as long as that religion does not command them to hurt their kids or have sex with a hamster. But this piece of shit is not a representation of the Muslim faith. In fact, he is an affront to it. He deserves to spend the rest of his life in an American prison, living shoulder to shoulder with all of the various gangs, clubs and “nations” that exist within our prison system today. Faleh Hassan Almaleki can stand there and scream about his honor all he wants as one of them beats the shit out of him.

Let us begin with Jason Lay. Back in 2003, Jason was a VERY bad boy. He began using drugs and alcohol. He also began sexually assaulting a 4-year old girl who was the daughter of a friend of his. This abuse continued after Jason married the girl’s mother.

The sexual abuse that this defenseless child suffered was horrific but she heroically testified against Lay at his 2005 trial. She detailed the abuse, even though she refused to look at him. During his trial, Lay was obstinate and in denial. He made faces at witnesses and showed little remorse for his crimes.

Well until he stood before Judge Johnson for sentencing after a jury convicted him of third-degree sexual offense, sexual abuse of a minor child and two counts of second-degree sexual offense in March 2005. Then and only then was Jason really, really sorry for what he had done.

He told Judge Johnson:

“I just need help with my life right now. And I’d just like the court to somewhat sort of help me in some way, I mean, if you are up to doing that.”

Judge Johnson sentenced Lay to 30 years in prison. And that should be that, right? Wrong.

Maryland has this spiffy law called Reconsideration. This law is unique to Maryland, and allows Circuit Court judges to reconsider a convicted criminal’s sentence and reduce it for any reason within the first five years of sentencing.

And Judge Johnson did reconsider the 30-year sentence that he imposed on Lay. It seems that Lay has not had an easy time in prison. I mean, what did he expect? Summer camp activities? Arts & Crafts? Maybe sing-a-longs before lights out?

According to his Rockville attorney, Reginald W. Bours III, Lay has been to Hell and back. “This man has served a lot more than five years in any realistic sense,” Bours said. “He’s a child sex offender. He is in constant danger.”

Ok kids, all together now – BOO-FUCKING-HOO. So what if he was stabbed 13 times, he’s still breathing isn’t he?

Now I personally believe that most criminal defense attorneys have already sold their soul to Satan, but I think Bours has set a new all time low for lawyers when he told the court:

“What has happened to this defendant in the prison system is arguably worse than what happened to the girl. He almost lost his life … He has also been a victim, and he no longer has the unrealistic expectation that he get probation for this offense.”

Ah Reggie? Let’s all remember that Lay sodomized a 4-year-old girl and repeatedly forced her to perform fellatio on him. Even though he was under the influence of drugs and alcohol at the time of the offenses, that in no way excuses the behavior. He stole the innocence of a child and now he wants the court to feel sorry for him.

But his soulless attorney pressed the issue before Judge Johnson. Bours told the court:

“You cannot look at this person over here and just say he’s a monster and forget about him. And I count on your honor to put some balance on this. I’ve known you a long time, and I think you care about people. And this is somebody you should care about a little, too.”

Wanna bet Reggie? I say throw your client’s ass in a hole and forget about him. But Reggie threw himself and Jason on the sympathy of the court.

You would think that a man who served as a police officer and prosecutor before becoming a judge would laugh this asshole right out of his court. I mean we aren’t talking about a jaywalker here. We are talking about an adult male that repeatedly raped a 4-year old little girl. If ever there was someone that was a danger to society, a child rapist fits that bill.

Assistant State’s Attorney Karla Smith told Judge Johnson:

“I know your honor asks us to have an open mind. On this particular case, after trying so many child abuse cases, we don’t have an open mind about it, because it was one of the worst cases that we’ve tried.”

But Judge Johnson, in his infinite wisdom (gag) bought the bag ‘o crap that Bours was selling on behalf of Lay. He said:

“He didn’t snatch this child from a school playground. He was invited into the home. I find your remorse to be genuine.”

Johnson also stated that the mother should have noticed certain warning signs. WTF? I mean, seriously people, WHAT THE FUCK WAS HE THINKING? Judge Johnson reduced Lay’s sentence to 16 years AND retroactive TO 2005 making Lay eligible for parole in 2013. He will be 35 years old.

Johnson said he was more motivated by Lay’s acceptance of responsibility than the dangers he faces in state prison. “Those are collateral consequences, which come about as a result of having been convicted,” Johnson said. Collateral consequences? What about the victim? Lay sentenced her to life without the possibility of parole.

SHE WAS 4 FUCKING YEARS OLD!

Obviously the family of the victim is outraged. Not only at Lay for what he did, but also at Judge Johnson. And they were not exactly pleased with Lay’s attorney claiming that the rapist had suffered worse abuse than the victim. The child’s grandfather wrote to the court stating,

“Jason is far more capable of defending himself than was my granddaughter at age four.”

Judge Johnson did acknowledge the anger of the victim’s family stating:

“I have a daughter. I’d be mad, too. But we’re in a court of law. We’re not the way the country used to be back in the days of the roaring West, where judges did what the crowd wanted — just, they want to hang him, that’s what the judges did back in those days.”

And maybe we should be those days back. Because of limp dick jurists like you who fall hook line and sinker for a sad song and dance by a convicted child rapist.

Yo, Judge, ever walked the halls of a prison? Guess what, over 90% of them will tell you they are innocent. Look you right in the eye, swear on a stack of bibles and their momma’s souls, innocent. Want to reduce their sentences too?

Better yet, if one tells you they got their whittle bitty feelings hurt why don’t you just let them out with a stern warning of “don’t you ever do that again.” I’m sure they will walk the straight and narrow because big bad old Judge Johnson smacked their hands and said, “bad boy!”

Now I usually have the utmost respect for Judges. But when they commit an atrocity, I firmly believe they should be called on it.

Judge Eric M. Johnson of the Circuit Court for Montgomery County in Maryland, you are a disgrace to the bench. How dare you even for one second, consider the feelings of a convicted child rapist. Shame on you. SHAME ON YOU! You should be the one that has to answer the questions of the victim when she is old enough to start asking them.

Like, “why did they let him out of jail?” You should be the one that has to answer to HER. This child did something that a lot of adults are not capable of doing…she testified to all of the grisly and horrific details as to what this piece of shit did to her and forced her to do to him. And then you have the audacity to place part of the blame on her mother? You dishonor the entire judicial system.

And Jason? Are you listening Jason. Psst, come a little closer. I want to make sure you can really hear me.

When you get out, don’t come to my state. I do not feel sorry for you one bit. Your life became a living hell, you say. Stabbed 13 times by your fellow inmates. Too afraid to bring up your crimes in group because you think the other inmates might hurt you. SO WHAT! You raped a child. You should never breath free air again as long as you live.

I don’t give a flying fuck about you are your feelings. You raped a toddler. You gave up any rights you had to human compassion when you forced a 4-year old to suck your dick. I DON’T CARE YOU SICK FUCK! And your fellow inmates have lousy aim to have stabbed you 13 times and yet you are still walking and breathing. In a lot of places here in the good old USA, the inmates don’t miss. And 30 hard, means 30 hard. No do-overs. That’s the way it should be.

And Reggie my love, words cannot describe my utter contempt for you. Karma is a bitch and I really hope that bitch is sick and twisted when she finally gets around to you.

So look out Satan, you’ve got three exceptional candidates coming your way. Pitchforks UP!

Editor’s Notes: FYI, Judge Eric M. Johnson already had a reputation for being soft on diddlers. Just two years ago, Judge Johnson cut the sentence of pedophile Stanley Schwartz from 18 years to 18 months.

According to an article by Dan Morse of the Washington Post:

In that case, according to prosecutors, Schwartz had climbed into the bed of a foreign exchange student from Kuwait who was staying with him and fondled the 15-year-old. He’d also fondled a 13-year-old female relative and a 15-year-old male friend of his son’s, prosecutors said.

Schwartz’s attorney also had argued that he was subjected to harsh treatment from other inmates. In handing down the reduced sentence for Schwartz, Johnson said the original sentence was a shock to Schwartz, who had worked as a lawyer.

“For an upper-class lawyer — successful practice in a firm, living that type of lifestyle — to go to jail, to go to jail for any time at all, is a shock to his system. . . . And anybody who denies that is kidding themselves. Anybody like Mr. Schwartz who goes to the penitentiary, it’s quite a shock, and it’s quite a punishment.”

Can you believe this fucking guy? Because Stanley Shwartz was a rich attorney living a pampered life, Judge Johnson said that prison was especially hard on him. In fact, it was such a “shock to his system”, that we should all feel sorry for him and let him out of prison 16 years earlier than he, Judge Johnson himself, had sentenced him to.

I spent several hours trying to wrap my mind around both of Judge Johnson’s statements – the one concerning Jason Lay and the one I just mentioned – and I have to tell you, I just couldn’t do it. It is such an obvious slap in the face of every person who hasn’t got several million dollars in the bank and two Ferrari’s in their garage. Johnson hasn’t even got the respect for us regular folk to come up with a decent excuse for violating the trust that was put in his hand when he took the bench.

If you ever wanted confirmation that there are two types of justice if the United States, rich man’s justice and common man’s justice, you have it now. As if prison would be any easier on, say, a 32-year-old working class suburban mother, or a 19-year-old Black kid from the ghetto, or a 16-year-old Mexican American gang-banger from L.A.

Maybe we should have different justice for each of them – Maybe we already do.

A good first step towards correcting this perception would be for the people of Maryland to do whatever it takes to have Judge Eric M. Johnson removed from the bench. Besides, any man who would attempt to blame the mother of the child that was molested for the actions of the molester has no business in a courtroom, except sitting in the defendant’s chair.

Well 15 year old Wayne Treacy couldn’t.

I find myself drawn to Wayne Treacy’s story because I, like him, had an absent father when I was a child. I, like him, dealt with the tragedy of my remaining father figure committing suicide very close to my birthday. While he looks like your average 15 year old boy with a bad haircut, I wont be the first to say that Wayne Treacy had it easy.

Starting before Wayne Treacy was even born, his father was an overachieving criminal striving towards 43 arrests in the state of Florida. His brother became the stronger father figure in his life, and due to personal issues committed suicide just a couple of days after Wayne’s 15th birthday. It’s sad. Really, I’ve been there and I feel for him. However, that being said, he is still one of the biggest wastes of oxygen on this planet.

Despite his personal problems, Wayne managed to snag himself a little girlfriend. Thirteen year old Kayla Manson. Unfortunately, little Kayla didn’t have a cell phone so she took to texting him from cell phones belonging to her various friends. One of those friends, who she claims is her best friend, is Josie Lou Ratley (Her MySpace). Josie didn’t approve of Kayla’s relationship with Wayne despite having never met him. Why? I couldn’t tell you.

I’m curious about what constitutes a “bad boyfriend” in the eyes of a 15 year old. Maybe Josie thought he had a bad haircut as well, and that was enough. Or maybe Kayla told her some stories that made Josie think Wayne Treacy was unstable and dangerous. If it was that last one, Josie hit the nail on the head.

It seems that Josie voiced her lack of approval via text to Wayne Treacy. She made mention of his deceased brother, and that left a bit of a bad taste in Wayne’s mouth. In fact, it really pissed Wayne off. He was outraged. How dare she! Josie Lou Ratley had some nerve going there. Wayne decided to show her just how much nerve.

He laced up his steel toed boots and readied his bicycle. He pedaled three miles to Deerfield Beach Middle School. I bet he popped a badass wheelie on his way there. Wayne was going to teach Josie a lesson. He told himself that she would have to die.

Excuse me did I say he told himself? My mistake, he actually told several other people his intention.

But oh wait, Wayne Treacy had never met Josie. He didn’t know what she looked like. I guess he figured any 15 year old girl would do, because he advanced on the wrong girl before Kayla stepped in and pointed out the real Josie to him.

That’s right, Kayla pointed Josie Lou Ratley out to him. Knowing what he was going to do. Josie’s self proclaimed besty threw her under the bus instead of finding an authority figure and saving Josie from the horror that was about to be bestowed upon her.

In a perfect world, Wayne Treacy would have taken that opportunity to really think about what he was about to do to a girl he had never met. He would have wiped the sweat off his brow and said “Whew, that was close. I almost made a terrible mistake. I need to go home, and get some help”. But you readers know as well as I do that nothing is perfect.

He had the right Josie in his sights. Her back turned to him, she was at the bus stop waiting. She had no idea what was behind her, or that Wayne was even there at all. One minute she’s standing there, the next Wayne Treacy rushed her from behind, hitting her until she fell down. He banged her head and face 5 or 6 times into the concrete. When he was done with that, he stood up and kicked her in the head 6 or 7 more times…with his steel toed boots. Blood poured out of her nose and mouth.

Finally a teacher came and pulled him off Josie, but by then she was a battered mess, collapsed in a pool of her own blood. Josie had to be airlifted to a hospital, and Wayne was taken inside the school for questioning. When he emerged later in handcuffs, he was barefoot because his boots were taken into evidence. His boots were considered a deadly weapon.

Listen To The 911 Calls

Josie Lou Ratley’s injuries were so severe that a coma was medically induced and a portion of her skull was cut away to allow for swelling in her brain. If there is a such a thing as a silver lining, Josie woke up from her coma just a month later and doctors re-attached a portion of her skull. She recognizes her loved ones and doctors, but has very little motor function. She cries a lot, because she doesn’t know what happened to her, but she knows it was bad. In spite of the horrible things Wayne Treacy did to her, she has made remarkable progress in the past couple of weeks. Her doctors can’t say how far she will recover. Nobody will know until she stops.

Wayne Treacy has been charged as an adult for attempted premeditated murder. Kayla Manson has been charged as a juvenile accessory. Wayne was transferred from a juvenile facility to Boward County Jail. If he’s convicted, he faces life in prison. Way to follow in your daddy’s footsteps Wayne. Enjoy your cell.

Aileen was a known prostitute who had a tendency to kill those who called upon her services. Hence the movie. But I’m not here to write about a film, I’m here to explain the situation of Wuornos with you.

Aileen always had a passion for sex, losing her virginity at the age of eleven. She had numerous sexual partners, including her own brother. When she was thirteen, it was found that she was pregnant. Wuornos claimed that the man who got her pregnant did so through raping her.

She gave birth to a boy, who was given up for adoption, and was eventually taken in by her grandfather, who threw her out of the house when she was fifteen. At this point Aileen Carol Wuornos thought it would be a dandy idea to take up prostitution as a way to make money for survival. Whatever floats your boat.

According to CBS News: “On May 27, 1974, Wuornos was arrested in Jefferson County, Colorado for drunk driving, disorderly conduct, and firing a .22-caliber pistol from a moving vehicle. She was later charged with failure to appear.”

Two years later, Aileen married a 70-year old yacht club owner, and eventually beat him with his cane, causing him to file a restraining order against him, and end their marriage. Smoothest of moves, there, Aileen Wuornos.

May 1981: arrested for armed robbery of a convenience store. May 1984: arrested for attempting to pass forged checks in Key West. January 1986: arrested in Miami for grand theft auto. June 1986: arrested for pulling a gun on a man in a car and demanding $200. July 1987: arrested for assault and battery with a beer bottle. March 1988: arrested for assault of a bus driver. Top of the class, this one. Top of the class.

And then, then, the murders started. I don’t know if it was regarding the fact that she was a prostitute, and was unappreciative about how women were viewed in her eyes. I’m not sure if it was regarding the fact that her profession was frowned upon, and therefore she was frowned upon.

Most believe that it was a childhood experience that caused her to snap, and kill all of those men. All of those men, and all that they wanted was some relief (illegal in the first place, but there’s a difference between aiding prostitution and murder (I’m just speculating here, but it’s probably true)).

Her victims were all accused of rape by Aileen, and typically evidence was found that some of the victims actually did try to (and sometimes succeed in) rape her.

Her victims list included the following men: Richard Mallory, Charles Humphreys, David Spears, Charles Carskaddon, Peter Siems, Troy Burress, and Walter Jeno Antonio.

All victims were typically shot, beaten and mutilated, in some kind of sick revenge type of ritual. One of the victims, David Spears, took the limelight by having his dead body found the exact hour I was born, in the same county. Weird. But besides the point.

Eventually, Aileen Carol Wuornos was apprehended (for the umpteenth time) by the police. Three years later, she faced the death penalty for seven charges of murder. The trials went through (surprisingly, as they rarely do when dealing with the controversial death penalty), and was executed by lethal injection on October 9, 2002.

Some of her last words: “You sabotaged my ass, society, and the cops, and the system. A raped woman got executed, and was used for books and movies and shit.” “Thanks a lot, society, for railroading my ass.” “Yes, I would just like to say I’m sailing with the rock, and I’ll be back, like Independence Day with Jesus. June 6, like the movie. Big mother ship and all, I’ll be back, I’ll be back.”

Creepy little freak show, that Aileen. Is she rotting in Hell beneath us as you read. You decide.

One can only imagine the March 7, 2010 “to do” list of Ashley Nicole Cox (AKA Ashley Jones), 20, of Corbin, Kentucky.

1. Go visit boyfriend at Roederer Men’s Correctional Complex
2. Give birth to a baby on a prison toilet in the visitors’ room.
3. Stuff toilet paper down the throat of the baby, suffocating it.
4. Throw body in the trash. Make sure to cover the body up with garbage.
5. Resume visit with boyfriend.
6. Pick up something for dinner on the way home.

Oh, and did I forget to mention that she claims to not have known she was pregnant? AND that she was a child care worker in a day care center who was taking classes in child development at a local college AND already had a 2 year old daughter? Oops, my bad. Ashley claims to have:

a) not known she was pregnant
b) not remember giving birth, jamming toilet paper down the throat of her newborn daughter, thereby suffocating the child to death, and dumping the lifeless body in the trash.

Right, sure – that’s her story and she is sticking to it. Even though the father of baby claims that Ashley told him she was pregnant months before the birth.

So kids, let’s review. On the morning of March 7th, Ashley went to see her boyfriend, 21-year-old inmate Justin Bell at the Roederer Men’s Correctional Complex near La Grange, KY, in the company of two of Bell’s relatives. FYI, Bell, who was incarcerated on burglary and theft charges (oooh, nice choice in potential mate material there Ashley) was not the father of the newborn.

During the visit, Ashley complained of feeling sick and then locked herself in the bathroom of the visitors’ room. It is alleged (gee, have to use that word as she has pled not guilty and of course has not been tried yet) that Ashley delivered a healthy, full-term baby girl.

One can only imagine what raced through Ashley’s mind as she gazed upon the sweet little face of her newborn daughter. Instead of, “oh she’s beautiful, I am so blessed” it probably went more along the lines of “oh shit.”

So instead of screaming her head off and demanding immediate medical attention for herself and her 6 lb, 5 oz HEALTHY, living, breathing, beautiful daughter, she shoved so much toilet paper into her mouth and down her throat that it formed a mold of the infant’s mouth.

Once she was sure her daughter was dead, she buried the body in the trash can, covered it with as much bathroom waste as she could find then proceeded to try and clean up the bathroom.

Now as many of you know, giving birth to a child, even under normal circumstances is one damn bloody, mess. I mean just that pesky placenta alone is a tad wet and gooey (sorry fellers, but its true). It would be virtually impossible to clean up using only paper towels, especially state issued single ply paper towels. But remember where I said that Ashley went to see her beloved with a couple of his relatives?

Well, they became a tad concerned when she hadn’t reappeared from the can after oh, 40 minutes. I mean the girly bathroom rule usually only applies for maybe 20 minutes, and after all, she wasn’t using the girly buddy system. So they did what any concerned person would do, they went to check on her.

When she refused to open the door, the relatives alerted the prison officials who finally threatened to revoke her visitor pass if she didn’t open up. When she opened the door, whoopsie, a bit of a mess to explain.

Ashley’s solution, tell them that she had a history of ovarian cysts and was having a rough period. Yeah, that explains the bloody mess on the floor, walls, sink – nothing wrong in here guys, I’m just having the period from hell.

Naturally the prison officials called an ambulance and had Ashley taken to the prison infirmary. Given the amount of blood in the bathroom, the nurses didn’t quite believe the “I’m having a bad period” story. Upon physical examination, it was determined that she had not had a miscarriage or was having a rough menstrual cycle, but had given birth to a full term baby.

After an exhaustive search, her daughter’s tiny body was finally found and Ashley was promptly arrested. She is currently being held on $2.5 million bond awaiting trial. The father of her 2 year old daughter has filed for custody.

When interviewed by police, Cox’s employer, family and others said they had no idea she was pregnant.
“We were unaware of this pregnancy and we strongly believe she was unaware of it too,” Ashley’s sister Tiffany Cox told reporters outside of the Oldham County Courthouse Wednesday. “We are not only in shock but we are grieving this unexpected loss.”

Unexpected loss? Are you kidding me? I know that they are in shock, and I am trying to give them the benefit of the doubt here but “unexpected loss” just doesn’t cut it. This piece of shit shoved toilet paper down the throat of a newborn.

The preliminary autopsy showed that her daughter was born alive and had taken several breathes before Ashley shoved toilet paper down her tiny throat. FUCKING TOILET PAPER! I mean, I just can’t get that image out of my head. This sorry excuse for a woman extinguished the life of her tiny, helpless newborn daughter in the bathroom of a prison. Not only is she a sick and twisted monster, but she is incredibly stupid as well. I mean talk about the “locked room” theory. Not like she can say someone broke in and did it. She was in a prison.

Best of luck there on the defense Ashley, not that there is any defense to what you have done. Well, I hoped she liked the facilities where she committed this inexcusable act. I just pray the State of Kentucky lets her be their guest in one of their finer prisons for a very, very, very, long time.

Harold Frederick Shipman, or “Dr. Death” as he so was coined after his arrest, was the man with the highest number of confirmed murders in the modern world, weighing in at 218. 218 confirmed victims. Not a number to forget, and not a man to forget any time soon, alive or dead.

Shipman was British, a graduate of Leeds School of Medicine. Like Cullen, Shipman spent a while hospital bouncing throughout his career. From Leeds to Pontefract General Infirmary to Tormorden Hospital to Hatfield College’s Drug Center, to the Mational Coal Board (what?) to Donneybrook Medical Centre to Hyde Hospital.

This continued until 1993, when Harold Shipman founded his own surgery practice on Market Street in Cheshire, England. It is at this point that he became a respected member of the community. It is also at this point when Shipman acknowledged the fact that he could get away with as much as he set his mind to.

The killing began, discreetly at first, and then rampant and frequent. In March of 1998, Dr. Linda Reynolds expressed her and others personal concerns to the coroner for the South Manchester District, an individual by the name of John Pollard.

She and others were concerned about the abnormally high death rate amongst Shipman’s patients. Reynolds was concerned about the obtuse number of crematory papers for older women that Shipman had co-signed. Dr. Linda Reynolds claimed that Harold Shipman was, in some way, shape, or form, killing his patients in large numbers.

This murder manifestation was brought to the attention of the British police force. The police searched for evidence, but were unable to find enough to charge Dr. Shipman with any crimes. Damn cremations.

The inquiry into his killings eventually blamed the police for not catching on soon enough, and not finding enough evidence to bring Shipman to trial. They claimed that the officers and detectives assigned to Shipman’s case were far too inexperienced to handle the job at hand.

Between the inquiry and the date of Shipman’s arrest, he killed sixteen other elderly people. They were his specialty. Kill them, they don’t know the difference. Claim that they died of old age, the coroner doesn’t know the difference. The body is burned, the family mourns, and life goes on. Flawless and evidence-free.

According to BBC News: “The police then investigated other deaths Shipman had certified, and created a list of 15 specimen cases to investigate. They discovered a pattern of his administering lethal overdoses of diamorphine (otherwise known as heroin), signing patients’ death certificates, and then forging medical records indicating they had been in poor health.”

Sad, no? Even sadder was his demise. Poor Shipman was capable of killing over 200 others, yet he was so scared of prison (he was sentenced to life for his crimes), that Harold hung himself in his prison cell on January 13th, 2004.

As you read this, Harold Frederick Shipman is most likely burning in hell beneath our feet. Maybe his victims should be allowed to inject him daily with overdoses of diamorphine as well. Who knows?
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From his childhood, Charles Cullen was surrounded by death. His dad died while driving a bus when Cullen was seven months old. Four of his eight siblings died in their childhood. When he was seventeen, his mom died in a car accident.

A miserable child, Cullen attempted to commit suicide twenty times in the course of twenty years. Nothing like an annual tradition. The first occurred at the age of nine, when Cullen drank chemicals from his chemistry set. From there, the attempts got more creative, ranging from stealing drugs from the hospital in which he worked, to plunging a pair of scissors through his sick, twisted skull.

Charles Cullen was discharged from the Navy after trying to kill himself. Cullen was discharged from several hospitals for trying to kill himself (and others, as it would turn out later). He was discharged from his family for, once again, trying to kill himself. Cullen was overall a suicidal maniac who wished for others to feel the pain that he felt, but also be free.

Here’s a direct quote from Cullen’s (accurate. I checked) Wikipedia entry: In March 1993, [Cullen] broke into a co-worker’s home while she and her young son slept, but left without waking them. Cullen then started phoning her frequently, leaving numerous messages and following her at work and around town. The woman filed a complaint, and Cullen pleaded guilty to trespassing and was placed on a year’s probation. The day after his arrest, Cullen attempted suicide. He took two months off work, and was treated for depression in two psychiatric facilities. He attempted suicide two more times before the end of the year.

Insanity-pleading worthy? Yes, I think so. But that won’t save Charles Cullen from eternal death in the fiery pits of hell when he dies, now, will it? No, I think not.

Digoxin was Cullen’s weapon of choice. He used it to effectively murder five patients in 1996, and then the hospital bouncing began.

Warren Hospital in New Jersey from 1992 to 1993. Hunterdon Medical Center from 1993 to 1996. Morris Memorial Hospital in 1997. Liberty Nursing and Rehabilitation Center (ironic?) in Pennsylvania from 1997 to 1998. Easton Hospital from 1998 to 1999. Lehigh Valley Hospital in Pennsylvania in 1999. St. Luke’s Hospital from 1999 to 2000. Somerset Medical Center from 2002 to 2003.

In every one of those places, deaths occurred. At all of those job placement instances, Cullen tried to kill himself. And at every one of those occupations, Cullen was present in the room during a good 75% of the deaths. Odd, isn’t it?

Cullen was arrested on one count of murder and one count of attempted murder at a restaurant December 14, 2003. On December 14, 2003, Cullen admitted to the murder of Rev. Florian Gall and the attempted murder of Tin Kyushu Han, both patients at Somerset.

In April of 2004, Cullen pleaded guilty to murdering thirteen patients and attempting to kill two others by his own crude form of “lethal injection”. As part of a plea bargain, Charles Cullen promised to cooperate with the authorities if they were willing to not give him the death penalty. Twenty suicides attempts later, could Cullen be a changed man? Or does he wish to die at his own hand?

In May of that same year, Cullen pleaded guilty to the silent murders of three more patients. In November, Cullen pleaded guilty as the responsible party in the deaths of six patients and attempting to kill three more.

As of July 2005, Cullen remains in the Somerset County Jail as local and federal authorities continue to investigate the definite possibility of his responsibility for numerous other deaths.

As per the news, Cullen is serving a sentence of life in prison without parole for 30 years, to be served consecutively with his other sentences in Pennsylvania. On March 2, 2006, Cullen was sentenced to 11 consecutive life sentences in New Jersey, to be ineligible for parole for 397 years. Charles Cullen is held at New Jersey State Prison in Trenton.