Sadly, I have to report to you another case of a jackass doing just what I described in (a.) while several people, for reasons I will never understand, acted on (b.). One man in particular behaved in an especially outrageous manner in this regard, enough so that he almost earned himself a nomination to the PYSIH All-Star team. More on that later.

It all started innocently enough. Brittany Gonzalez, the 11-year-old daughter of Carmen Huertas, was halfway through a two day sleepover with six of her best friends on Saturday, October 8th, 2009. At around 7 PM, Carmen piled all 7 girls – all between the ages of 11 and 14 – and her 18-month old son into her Mercury Sable station wagon and headed to the home of her former boyfriend, who was hosting a birthday party for his niece Corinna Gonzalez. The six passenger wagon was so overloaded that three of the girls had to sit in the cargo area, where there are no seatbelts. In fact, there aren’t any seats either.

Although Carmen Huertas had told friends she would spend only two hours at the party, she started drinking cognac, and as soon as the buzz started kicking in, decided to stay a bit longer. In fact, it was midnight when she started loading up the car again for the ride back to her home in the Bronx, NY. By then she was visibly intoxicated, enough so that several people noticed it.

Brittany Gonzalez’s father and Carmen Huertas’ ex, Ernesto Gonzalez, was one of the people that noticed Huertas’ condition:

“”I been with her 10 years. I know when she’s been drinking. She wasn’t like drunk to the point of incapacitated, but I knew that the amount of liquor she drank, it was gonna hit her, it was gonna hit her sooner or later. It was gonna hit her especially on an empty stomach.”

“I pleaded with her not to drive and she said her man told me he was going to take care of it. He told me he had it, he said, ‘I got it, don’t worry.’”

Eduardo Henriquez went and spoke to Carmen Huertas, telling her she was too drunk to drive, but she refused to give up her keys. He finally gave up, but not before Mr. Henriquez grabbed his 18-month-old son from the car. Sadly, he did nothing about the other 7 children, according to his own stepdaughter, Brittany Gonzalez.

“He didn’t do anything. He just took the baby and left.”

Actually, Mr. Henriquez prevented three other young boys from getting into Carmen Huertas’ car. One of the boys who was also headed back up to the Bronx with Carmen Huertas – Ernesto’s son with Huertas, Ernesto Gonzalez Jr. – saw it happen where she’d parked the car two blocks from the party.

“He just like took the baby out the car and we just left.”

I don’t know how many kids Carmen Huertas planned on putting into that 5 passenger Mercury Sable station wagon, but by my count, if fate hadn’t intervened there would have been 13 people, including 11 children, a baby, and Carmen herself. Eduardo Henriquez tried to make some sense of it all;

“There would’ve been three more kids in that car. He (Gonzalez) wasn’t (thinking). Nobody was. The fault is on everybody, you can’t just blame one person… I didn’t step up, you know, I’m sorry. I apologize to everybody from the bottom of my heart, you know?”

The reason everyone was so upset that they did try harder to stop Carmen Huertas from driving while drunk with a carload of children should be painfully obvious to everyone by now. Yes, she crashed her station wagon. Yes, children were killed and injured. But the terror that these children went through at the hands of Ms. Huertas is what really qualifies her for a choice seat on the express train to Hell.

Shortly after they left the party, Carmen, obviously stinging from everyone’s insistence that she was too drunk to drive, decided to take out her anger on the 7 girls in the car. She began speeding, reaching 70 miles per hour on surface streets. The girls begged her to slow down, and she replied by taunting them:

“If you think this is bad, wait until we get on the highway.”

“I don’t care about these other kids – only my (18-month-old) baby.”

“Who thinks something’s going to happen? Raise your hands. Who thinks we’re going to get into an accident?

Nice, huh? The worst one, In my opinion, was the crack about only caring about the baby – her daughter Brittany was sitting there right next to her and asked;

“What about me, Mom? I’m your daughter.”

Carmen Huertas reportedly did not answer. How could she? This really broke my heart, thinking about how sad Brittany must have felt when she heard it.

At 12:45 AM Sunday morning, the inevitable finally happened. Carmen Huertas was traveling on the West Side Highway in New York City at more than 80 miles per hour when, according to one of the passengers, 14-year-old Yismel Rosario:

“The car started swerving back and forth. I was like, ‘Oh, my God!’ Then it flipped over. Gisele, Kayla and Leandra flew out of the car. Their eyes were closed. I got out of the car and went to my sister. I held her and said, ‘If you can hear me, nod your head.’ I told her it would be OK, that help is on the way.”

Brittany Gonzalez also described the crash;

“All three girls in the back just flew out when the trunk popped open because it just popped open when we flipped once. My friend’s seatbelt snapped. Leandra Rosado just flew out and she was the one in the woods.”

Leandra Rosado was also the one who didn’t make it. The eleven-year-old was rushed to Saint Luke’s Hospital in Manhattan, where she passed away within minutes.
Lenny Rosado, the victim’s father, took the news of his daughter’s death very badly;

“It was very hard, very hard seeing your daughter there – the only child laying down.”

“My only daughter, my life and my joy, taken away. She used to like to be called Lilly.”

One of the other girls who was ejected from the car, thirteen-year-old Giselle Rosario, remains hospitalized in serious, but stable condition with two broken legs. A third young lady, 11-year-old Kayla Sanchez, suffered a long list of painful injuries, including a fractured cheek, nose and left arm and is still a patient at New York – Presbyterian/Weill Cornell hospital. Brittany Gonzalez broke her left wrist, and the other 3 girls were treated and released at local hospitals for a variety of injuries.

Carmen Huertas broke her arm and was in stable condition at Harlem Hospital Center. She blew a .13 BAC on a Breathalyzer at the scene, and is now facing vehicular manslaughter and DWI charges. She was formally indicted and arraigned on Wednesday, October 28th, at which time she entered a plea of not guilty. If convicted on both charges, Huertas faces up to 15 years in prison.

Carmen Huertas family has been remarkably subdued during this horrible tragedy, being supportive of Carmen without being obnoxious and showing much respect for the victims and their families. I don’t know why this surprises me – I guess I’m still a bit shell-shocked from the Diane Schuler story.

Carmen’s Lawyer, on the other hand, one Steven Rubin, is a totally different animal. Mr. Rubin suggested Wednesday that because some of the parents of a few of the victims attended the same party that Carmen got drunk at, they are somehow share in the blame for the crash that injured their kids. I’m not talking about Eduardo Henriquez or Ernesto Gonzalez either.

“There is so much blame to go around but it’s all coming down on Ms. Huertas’ head.”

“Some of the parents were at the party that Huertas attended in Chelsea before the wreck – and they did not stop her from driving off with their kids”

How many of them knew she was drinking, or how much she had to drink, Mr. Rubin? Who’s turn was it to watch Carmen Huertas that night, anyways? I’m not going to rehash this whole story again, but I think if Steven Rubin tries to use this defense on a real live jury, they may get up and kick his ass in open court.

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I spent last winter on the border of North Dakota/Montana—and if facing a Michigan winter didn’t lead me to this conclusion, then North Dakota winters certainly would have. Being bitterly cold is by far one of the most dreadful positions I have ever been in.

I remember being a child and getting ready to go outside to play in the winter wonderland of my backyard—my mom had a checklist of things my brothers and I had to wear. We started out with thermal underwear, next came jeans and a sweater, then came the snow pants and winter coat. We always finished off with mittens, boots, scarves, and a hat or face mask. Every time, we complained because it was so heavy; but, every time we were so thankful because even with all the gear we always caught a chill and had to tread inside after about 45 minutes or so and warm up in front of the fireplace with a cup of hot cocoa.

I won’t even fathom a guess what it would have been like to be a newborn baby girl wrapped in a cloth and shoved in a plastic bag thrown in a snow bank in Northern Illinois during December and left to face the elements alone.

Let me take you back to Friday December 17th, 2004 and tell you a story.

At a time of year when the smell of Christmas is in the air and the only bad thoughts running through your head are, “what if Santa can’t get down the chimney”, a 13 year old girl let her dog out for a run. The dog came back carrying a piece of bloody cloth; she thought it was odd and went to investigate. Lying in a snow bank on the side of Will Road, about a mile north of Yale Bridge Road in Rockton, Illinois, she found more bloody clothing and something discarded in a white trash bag. She did the smart thing and ran home to call the police. She did not touch the bag.

Police responded to the scene on the cold crystal clear evening and found the unthinkable. Wrapped in the bag was a baby girl, who appeared to be a full term newborn. Even police officers who thought they had seen every grotesque crime possible broke down in tears.

An autopsy was completed on the infant over the weekend and results were released on Monday December 20th, 2004. The autopsy determined the infant was full term and weighed 7 lbs 3 oz and was 19 ½ inches long; she was born alive. The infant named Baby Crystal by investigators, died from exposure. Something completely avoidable.

Investigators blanketed the area and questioned residents near the dumpsite, no one knew anything. Questioned in the initial investigation was Katie L. Stockton, 24; her parents lived on Will Road. Katie did not live in the residence at the time of the crime; she lived with a boyfriend in Rockford, Illinois. Stockton denied the child was hers and no one knew if she had been pregnant.

The public paid for Baby Crystal’s funeral and the investigation stalled. The case was at a stand-still, but definitely not forgotten. Nothing new came until a year later when it was revealed that Baby Crystal had cocaine in her system and tested positive for Hepatitis B (a viral infection of the liver caused by sexual contact with an infected person or the sharing of contaminated needles or instruments).

The only description of a suspect that they had came from a witness who thought she saw a female with black hair driving a red sedan, something similar to a Grand Am or Cavalier, near the scene. The witness wasn’t certain of exactly what she saw because it was dark.

Police checked medical records of female inmates for the previous year and found that 75 were pregnant and 40 of those tested positive for Hepatitis B. They spent weeks checking into these leads; which took them nowhere.

The case lay dormant for months.

After the murder of Baby Crystal, Katie Stockton continued living her life. Not on the straight and narrow. Katie, now 28, has multiple traffic violations on her record, as well as multiple felony arrests and convictions (View Katie’s arrest record here). The most serious charges came forth in August of 2008.

On the 11th of August, she applied for an Illinois State ID card by presenting false documents to a government agency. She was using an altered ID card making it seem as if she was her aunt. She was charged with Presenting False Info for an Illinois ID and Possession or Display of an Altered ID card, both criminal felonies. These charges were ultimately dropped, but they give a little insight into what kind of person she is.

On August 19th, 2008, Katie was charged with forgery. She wrote a check on the aforementioned aunts bank account (maybe the aunt shouldn’t have dropped the earlier charges; just a thought). In September of 2008, she pled guilty to forgery and was sentenced to 180 days in jail and 2 years probation. The court ordered her to give a sample of her DNA within 45 days of sentencing (it is state law in Illinois that all convicted felons submit a sample of their DNA).

In October, she failed to comply with the DNA order. By December 2008, she was out of jail and on probation and still refused to give a sample even though she was ordered to do so by her probation officer. It was the same story in June of 2009. On June 26, 2009, the States Attorney’s office filed to have her probation vacated for failure to comply with the DNA order. There was a court date set for July 13th, Katie appeared in court and denied all allegations. I don’t know what she was denying, since the prosecutor could prove she didn’t submit a DNA sample. The court ordered her to appear again on August 3rd, after they had a chance to look over the case history. She failed to show and a warrant was issued for her arrest.

On August 4th, 2009, Winnebago County States Attorney office charges Katie Lin Stockton with the two counts of murder for the 2004 death of Baby Crystal. One count for intentionally leaving the infant in freezing conditions and one count for knowing death would result in those conditions. Winnebago County Sheriff, Dick Meyers, would not disclose any information regarding evidence leading the charges. He would not confirm or deny whether DNA evidence played a part. The Kansas City Star is reporting that the Kansas City PD, who was assisting Winnebago County in the investigation, say DNA is the link.

On August 5th, Katie was found in Kansas City, Kansas in a hotel. It is unclear whether they tracked her down by using her Facebook page which announced her whereabouts as “being on vacation in Kansas City” or from an anonymous tip. In October 2008, Katie had her probation modified to allow her to visit family and shop in Wisconsin. The court allowed the travel mostly because she has a 9 year old son who resides with his father in Janesville, WI.

Though she had permission to travel to Wisconsin there is no information available stating that travel to Kansas City was permitted. Prosecutors have stated in the media that she was fleeing because she knew arrest was imminent. Katie was arrested at the Kansas City hotel by the FBI. The following day, she waived extradition and went back to Winnebago County voluntarily, where she is being held on a one million dollar bond.

Ms. Stockton appeared in court on August 17th, 2009 for the petition to vacate her probation hearing. Judge Steven Vecchio postponed the hearing at the request of Katie’s public defender, David Doll. He stated that he had only received the case on Friday the 14th and needed time to prepare. Mr. Doll also asked Judge Vecchio to combine the cases, but the Judge left that decision up to Judge Joseph McGraw, who is handling the murder case.

Upon Katie’s arrest earlier this month, authorities realized that they had access to Katie’s vehicle which had been in impound following a traffic stop in mid 2008 where she was driving on a suspended license. The vehicle was left on the side of the road and impounded at a later date. Police investigators and prosecutors decided to search the vehicle, a 1993 blue Saturn, for possible evidence in the Baby Crystal case. This was the same car she was driving in 2004.

What the investigators hoped to find and what they actually found were two completely different things.

Hopes of finding blood, hair, or fiber evidence fell by the wayside when they came across two additional infant corpses wrapped in cloth and plastic bags buried in the trunk. On Tuesday August 18th, a forensic pathologist and forensic anthropologist will conduct autopsies on the infants to determine how long they had been in the trunk, cause of death, and relation (if any) to Katie Stockton. It appears the bodies were in the trunk when the vehicle was towed; but it must be confirmed. I am expecting additional charges to be filed in the near future; not in 4 ½ years.

People who went to school with Katie have spoken with the media and some have acknowledged that they thought she was weird and wouldn’t put something like this past her. Some have said its hard to imagine someone you sat next to in class ever doing something like this. Some people have come forward stating that when the murder first happened in 2004 and she was questioned she just laughed it off as a joke. An old neighbor of hers said he can believe she did it simply based on the way she took care of her son when he was in her custody. He said the boy was extremely thin and always hungry; he fed him almost daily and believes that’s all he got to eat. A testament to her wonderful parental skills.

Though this case is basically hinging on circumstantial evidence right now; I will bet all the change in my wallet that the all the circumstantial evidence will turn out to be true as the day is long that this lady is one sick baby murdering cookie. I will continue to follow the story; and I am close enough to the Chicago area I may just travel for a few hearings and possibly even the trial.

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Ernest Hemmingway once said, “All things truly wicked start from an innocence.” This is true of Tiffany Toribio, 23 of Albuquerque, New Mexico. She was once an innocent child, full of wonder, hopes and her own dreams. Only she and her immediate family know exactly what type of childhood she had. We could speculate as to type of child that Tiffany was or what she endured as a child or teen, but in the end it would not change her actions or the outcome. All we can know for certain is that somewhere along the line, Tiffany more than lost her way; she lost her humanity and her soul.

Tiffany was just 20-years old when Tyruss “Ty” Toribio was born. According to her sister, Emily Apodaca, “Tyruss came into this world born to a lost and confused girl, but he changed her. She loved him more than life itself.” Apodaca claimed that the entire family, including Tiffany, loved and doted on little Ty. That statement appears to be the antithesis of what actually occurred, though not in any apparent malicious way.

According to police investigators, the tragedy began on May 7, 2009 when Tiffany and Ty were kicked out of Tiffany’s mother’s home after an altercation. Tiffany had moved in with her mother after her live-in boyfriend, alleged to be abusive, was taken to jail. After leaving her mother’s, Tiffany and Ty moved in with a friend of Tiffany’s but five days later, they were asked to leave there as well.

The reason the two men gave for asking a single mother and her 3-year old child to leave was her friends did not approve of the way that Tiffany was caring for Ty. A better way of stating that would be that they did not approve of Tiffany neglecting to care for Ty. The friends stated that Tiffany would not care for Ty, she neither ensured that he ate or was clean. So, Tiffany was asked to leave. Instead of picking up the phone and calling someone, anyone, that could possibly help Tiffany, they kicked her and her 3-year old son out.

Apodaca said that Tiffany had become disconnected, estranged from her family and moved from one dysfunctional relationship to another for several years, always bringing Ty along for the ride. She did acknowledge at a press conference, that she had had limited contact with Tiffany since August of 2008 after Tiffany became involved in yet another dysfunctional relationship. She stated that she had attempted to reach out to Tiffany once or twice to see if Ty was being cared for but never followed through because she could not find a telephone number or permanent address for Tiffany. Other people who knew Tiffany said that she had never shown an appropriate relationship with Ty. They believed that she never fully bonded with boy, showing none of the emotions and reactions of a normal mother.

Tiffany left her friend’s apartment on the evening of May 12, 2009 leaving Ty behind but returned for him a few hours later. According to her confession to police, Tiffany took Ty to Alvarado Park in Albuquerque. She encouraged him to lie down on the sand and go to sleep. According to her statement, after she was assured that Ty was sleeping, she placed her hand over his nose and mouth, suffocating him.

For the average child, unconsciously can occur from lack of oxygen within 1-3 minutes with brain cell death occurring in 3-4 minutes. Actual brain death from oxygen deprivation will occur in 4-6 minutes.

Police Chief Ray Schultz said that Tiffany stated in her confession that she had second thoughts over killing her son and began CPR to revive him. When Ty began breathing again and started to regain consciousness, Tiffany changed her mind and suffocated him a second time. This time, there were no second thoughts by Tiffany and no reprieve for Ty. She suffocated him until he was dead.

She then dug a shallow grave in the sand beneath the climbing bars and buried Ty, discarding him as if he were a broken toy – an object that she was finished with, to rot in the sand. Tiffany left him there, alone, so she could return to her friends’ apartment and gather her things. She refused to tell them where Ty was and they did not question or call into suspicion her behavior. Afterwards Toribio began to wander the streets of Albuquerque.

On May 15, 2009 a mother saw a small shoe sticking out of the sand at Alvarado Park. Thinking that a child had lost the shoe, she bent to pick it up only to discover that the shoe was not alone, it was attached to a small foot. Police and the community dubbed the child “Baby Angel” as investigators initiated a nationwide search to identify the tiny boy.

On May 19, 2009 a computer composite sketch was released to the media giving an impression of what the child might look like. Police investigators had to do that because the hot sun and sand had so disfigured the child, that he was unrecognizable when his body was found. On May 20, a woman called police to say that she recognized the child from having seen him with his mother in and around Alvarado Park.

Police were able to locate Tiffany’s friends who gave them her name. Emily Apodaca also saw the news reports regarding the deceased little boy in Alvarado Park. She said that she had a bad feeling that the child might be Ty, but dismissed the feeling. It wasn’t until she saw the composite sketch that Apodaca called police and gave them a picture of Ty. Police released Tiffany’s name and picture to the press and within hours she was arrested.

At a press conference, Police Chief Ray Schultz, his voice heavy with emotion, described Tiffany’s confession and how she had killed Ty. He stated that when investigators asked Tiffany why she had killed her son, he said that she replied, “she did not want her son to grow up as she did, with nobody caring for him.”

Tiffany was arrested and charged with first-degree murder and abuse of a child resulting in death and is being held on $250,000 bond. Police Chief Ray Schultz said that Tiffany had already attempted suicide once and was currently on suicide watch. Bernalillo County District Attorney Kari Brandenburg said that Tiffany could not be eligible for the death penalty as the state had changed the laws regarding capitol punishment severely limiting its use and that it did not apply to Tiffany or her case. Instead, Brandenburg said they would be seeking a sentence of life without parole. She also stated that they were investigating whether or not other individuals could be charged with failure to report child abuse.

Is this yet another example of a young woman losing her way and believing that she was saving her child from a lifetime of pain and neglect? Or was this a simple act of evil? A selfish young woman who had come to view her son as a stone tied around her neck preventing her from having fun and enjoying her youth? Or a woman that believed there was no hope for her son?

When I first read the reports of this, I was outraged. Actually more than outraged, just ask Max. I was venomous. All throughout the day, as I have read reports and watched the press conferences, I was finally able to put my initial anger aside and evaluate the facts of the case. I tried to see both sides and in the end, I finally decided that the bitch was a perfect example of pure, malignant evil and that she had succumbed to the depths of total depravity and human selfishness. She committed a crime that is so heinous, so abominable, that we as thinking human beings have difficulty comprehending her actions. It is bad enough for a mother to suffocate her child, but to revive that child only to suffocate them again? That is pure unadulterated evil.

Take a look at her mug shot. Not a hair out of place, wearing lip-gloss with perfectly coiffed eyebrows. She does not exhibit the vacant, vacuous look of an extremely disturbed or emotional individual.

I believe that her family believes that they all adored and doted on little Ty. But the truth of the matter is that they didn’t. That is a cold reality, but a true one. The facts of this case are still evolving and no one but the family knows for certain what occurred. The one thing we do know is that Ty did not fall through the cracks of the system. He was ignored. The family and friends of Tiffany saw that she was spiraling out of control and failing to care for her child, yet did not reach out to anyone.

This could be due to their fear or hatred of authority or just that their own lives took precedence over that of a toddler. “Every child born into the world is a new thought of God, an ever fresh and radiant possibility (Kate Douglas Wiggin).” Ty’s possibility ended alone, terrified and discarded in the dirty sand of a public play lot at the hands of his mother. We will never know what this little boy could have accomplished and she can never again be called, mother.

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You’d think, after all this time, I could comfortably say I’d seen it all, and to be honest, there have been days when I have finished an article and felt that man just couldn’t commit a more cruel, evil act. Richard Anthony McTear Jr., the clown who threw a three month old baby out of a speeding car is a perfect example.

Then Baddie76, one of our regular contributors, emailed me a link to a story that literally left me speechless. I’m serious, I could not speak for several minutes for fear I would break down or lose my famous temper. If any of you doubt the existence of evil in the world, I’m pretty confident you won’t by the end of this story.

Angelo Vidal Mendoza, age 35, of Bakersfield, California, is a very bad man. When I looked up his criminal record, he had no less then twenty-one arrests dating back to 1997, for everything from drug possession and being under the influence of drugs to aggravated assault and child abuse. Apparently, Angelo has a taste for PCP, also known as Angel Dust.

On the afternoon of April 28th, 2009, Angelo was at home with his son, Angelo Mendoza Jr., 4, who he has custody of. Earlier that day, Mendoza, who is confined to a wheelchair, had asked his neighbor Elizabeth Rodriguez, 36, for a ride to a work-related appointment later in the day. At 6 p.m., she sent her 12-year-old son to get Mendoza. The boy said Mendoza opened his door slightly and looked nervous, but didn’t let him in. Mendoza said he would be right out.

But a few minutes later, Rodriguez saw Mendoza rolling his wheelchair quickly away. The 12-year-old boy and another neighbor, Ramon Rodriguez, went to Mendoza’s apartment and discovered little Angelo on the floor naked and bleeding. He had numerous bites to his hands and his eyes were swollen shut. They immediately dialed 911.

Meanwhile, Angelo Mendoza Sr. rolled himself into the backyard. Ramon Rodriguez described what happened next for KERO Channel 23:

Rodriguez said the boy’s father wheeled himself into the front yard and asked Rodriguez to play with him and a pet dog. He was wearing boxers and a sweater. When Rodriguez refused, Mendoza got off his wheelchair and dragged himself into a back yard, where he found an ax.

By then Mendoza, who police determined was under the influence of PCP, had stripped naked. He chained himself to a tree in the back yard and began hacking at his leg with a pickax while yelling incoherently.

“He told me to look into the sun and pray with him. I was kinda scared for a minute,” said Rodriguez, “The guy was crazy. Real bug-eyed; he had to be on drugs,”

Then Rodriguez jumped on Mendoza and wrestled the ax away.

“As soon as I grabbed the ax he tried to bite me, and I had to hold him down with my knee. There was dry blood around his mouth. I don’t know if it was his own, but I’m pretty sure it was his son’s now that I hear the story,” said Rodriguez.

Rodriguez said had he known about little Angelo, the outcome would have been different.

“I would’ve just let him cut his leg off. What happened to his son is not right. I would’ve left him alone,” said Rodriguez.

The reason Ramon Rodriguez would have let Mendoza cut his legs off is so unbelievable, so horrible, that I’m still having a hard time wrapping my mind around it.

When little Angelo arrived at the hospital, Doctors were aghast at what they found; the boy’s left eye and muscle were completely missing. His other eye was mutilated beyond repair. The boy told them, “My daddy ate my eyes out.”

I researched this story, read that quote a couple of dozen times, and it still hurts me to write it now. My God, how terrifying it must have been for that poor little child. It breaks your heart to think of it.

And here’s the kicker folks. The boy’s mother, Desirae Bermudez, was partially a witness to the incident. She said Friday that she was delivering pizza to the apartment when she heard her son screaming for help and decided to leave.

“My son was just crying, ‘Mommy, mommy, I want to go with you. I’m scared,’” said the boy’s mother, “(I’m) just like ‘Should I take him or leave him?’”

Desirae said she left, thinking the boy was safe with his father.

Good call there Dez. Could you be anymore stupid?

Angelo Vidal Mendoza Sr. was arrested on charges of torture, aggravated mayhem, and cruelty to a child. The toddler is now in the custody of Child Protective Services. Mendoza is due in court May 20. His bail is set at $1 million. Doctors say there is no chance of Angelo Jr. regaining his sight.

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How many of us have heard of parents who rub a little whiskey or brandy on their baby’s gums to ease the pain of teething, or even used that old home remedy themselves?

Quite a few I’d guess.

Now, taking it to the next level, how many of us have heard of people who slip their kid a little booze to help them get to sleep when they’re cranky or uncooperative? Not so many, but it’s still not that big a deal to some parents.

This is 26-year-old Jessica Ann Barlow Miner.

Back in 2007, Jessica Miner was living with her boyfriend and eventual husband, John Miner and their six-month-old son Mason Miner in an apartment near Tunkhannock in Wyoming County, Pennsylvania. Their neighbors said Mason was an extremely cute baby, but Jessica’s mother-in-law from a previous marriage said she had shared with her that she was having a difficult time raising Mason.

Jessica Minor apparently had a problem with alcohol too, and had been staying sober for an unknown length of time. However, her ex-mother-in-law said Miner had confided in her that she has recently started drinking again.

According investigators, township police were called to Jessica’s apartment, where the baby was discovered dead. When she was interviewed a short time later, Jessica told police she gave the baby liquid acetaminophen the day before.

Miner told police she nursed the baby once during the night, and he was fine at the time.

The next morning, she told police she checked Mason and found he was congested and his lips were blue. She said she called 911, and a neighbor did CPR.

She also told police she called the baby’s father and told him the baby wasn’t breathing.

At first, police believed Jessica, but slowly they discovered that things she told them weren’t adding up. Eventually a coroner inquest was convened to determine the real cause of Mason’s death.

Lab results showed the child’s blood alcohol content was .205 and that the child had the equivalent of a can of beer, a glass of wine or a shot of liquor.

Babies can’t hold their liquor like they used to.

Those results even surprised lab technicians. “That’s why they tested it twice themselves and sent it out just to another lab just to confirm the results,” said District Attorney George Skumanick. “It basically creates a toxic shock for the baby and basically shuts down the functioning organs and respiratory system,” Skumanick added.

After a year-long investigation, Jessica Ann Barlow Miner was charged with involuntary manslaughter, recklessly endangering the life of another person and endangering the welfare of a child. To view Jessica’s court records, click here.

The prosecution believes that Jessica fed Mason Miner alcohol because he wouldn’t stop crying. Mason isn’t crying anymore, that’s for damn sure.

The father, John Miner, was not charged because of lack of evidence.

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Nice people, the Muhs.

The Coffeys are nice people too. Donald, 36, his wife Becky, and their two children Donald Jr., 7, and Destiny, 5, are described by their neighbors as nice, simple country folk who never bothered anybody and were always there to lend a helping hand. They enjoyed taking their vehicles off road in the woods near their Westlake, TX subdivision.

Friday night, were at the end of a daylong excursion on off-road vehicles through wooded paths along the Trinity River. Donald Coffey Drove a Jeep with his son Donald Jr., a family friend, Patrick Cammack, and Cammack’s son. Patrick Cammack’s wife, Cindy Nelton, drove an SUV along with Becky and Destiny Coffey. An unidentified 11-year-old boy was also with the group.

Around 9:00PM the men stopped to use the bathroom and got out of the Jeep near the Muhses’ home when a woman’s voice boomed through the darkness, Nelton said. Sheila Muhs cussed out the group and told them to get off their property, even though they were on a public road. A shot rang out immediately afterwards as Sheila opened up on them with a 12 gauge shotgun.

“And then I heard a shot and our windows were blown out,” Nelton said.

Nelton, who never saw a shooter, said she immediately stomped on the gas and screamed, “We’ve got kids in this vehicle! Y’all need to stop shooting!”

A second shot, and possibly others, came as Sheila Muhs handed the shotgun to her husband Gayle. Nelton said she sped to safety near a bridge, unaware of the Jeep’s location.

Becky Coffey opened the door to the SUV to go look for her husband and son. When the inside light came on, Destiny was in the back seat screaming.

“She said, ‘Mama, they shot me. Mommy, they shot me.’ There was blood all over her,” Nelton said.

Nelton rushed the girl to a nearby fire station while Becky Coffey frantically searched on foot for her other family members. The victims were taken to Memorial Hermann Hospital via air ambulance.

Meanwhile, Sheila Muhs had called 911. Bishop said the woman told a dispatcher: “They’re running over our levee in big-wheel vehicles, and I shot them.” FYI, The Levee belongs to the Westlake subdivision, not the Muhses. Neither does the road that the victims were shot on.

Donald Coffey Jr. was shot in the head and face, and died at the hospital Sunday afternoon. Destiny Coffey and her father, Donald Sr., who were both hit in the shoulder by shotgun pellets, were treated and released.

The Muhses are charged with aggravated assault and are being held in the Liberty County Jail in lieu of $25,000 bail each. The couple is expected to appear in state district court in the coming week.

Authorities are expected to upgrade the charge to capital murder, Liberty County Sheriff’s Cpl. Hugh Bishop said.

Liberty County Sheriff’s Department Chief Deputy Ken DeFoor told reporters that the shooting was the most “violent reaction to something so blatantly, blatantly minor” he’s ever seen. He said the families in the two cars had done nothing illegal and they never set foot on the Muhs’ property.

I almost forgot to thank Electra for tipping me off to this story. This is the kind of thing that really get my blood boiling – there’s nothing worse than people who are so selfish and self centered that they’ve lost all compassion for others. I wonder if they realize the gravity of what they’ve done, or if they even care. Somehow I have the feeling that if Gayle and Sheila Muhls are upset, it’s because they’re sitting in a jail cell for shooting some “damned trespassers.”

UPDATE 05/12/2009 – Liberty County Sheriff’s Department Releases Revised Version Of Events That Led To The Death Of Donald Coffey Jr.
by SARAH NETTER, ABC News

Liberty County Sheriff’s Department Chief Deputy Ken DeFoor said the Coffey family — mom Becky, dad Donald Sr. and their three children — were visiting friends along with Patrick Cammack and Cindy Nelton in the Muhs’ neighborhood near Dayton, Texas, about 45 miles east of Houston.

The two families had planned to go off-roading at the nearby government-owned levees on the way home, an activity that is both popular and legal in the area, DeFoor said.

In the Jeep were Cammack, 30, Donald Coffey, 30 and Donald Jr., 7. In the following Ford SUV were Becky Coffey, Nelton and the Coffey’s 5-year-old daughter, Destiny, and 11-year-old son.

The two cars stopped on the county-owned road outside the Muhs’ home so one of the boys could go to the bathroom by the side of the road.

That’s when, DeFoor said, the couple ran out of their house.

“Sheila Muhs started cursing at them ‘Get off our property,’” DeFoor said and fired off at least one round, causing the Jeep, which had started to leave, to veer off the road.

Muhs, he said, then put the shotgun down and chased after the Jeep on her all-terrain vehicle, eventually catching up to it on the levee about 100 yards away, the ATVs headlights pointed at the Jeep.

While that was happening, DeFoor said Gayle Muhs picked up the discarded shotgun and fired at the SUV. DeFoor said the trajectory of that shot showed that the back of the SUV was sprayed with pellets, it’s rear window blown out.

“The SUV was in the process to flee,” the officer said.

Nelton told the Houston Chronicle that they yelled at the Muhs after the first shot that they had kids in the car and to stop shooting, but another gunshot — possibly more — is all they heard in return.

Nelton said Destiny was in the back of the SUV screaming.

“She said, ‘Mama, they shot me. Mommy, they shot me.’ There was blood all over her,” Nelton told the Houston Chronicle.

When it was over, Destiny had been shot in the elbow, Donald Coffey Sr. in the shoulder and Cammack, who was driving the Jeep, in the base of his skull. Little Donald Coffey, however, had been hit by several shotgun pellets in the face and head.

DeFoor said the two families gathered up their wounded into the SUV and raced to the nearest fire station about a mile away where medical helicopters and ambulances transported everyone to the hospital.

DeFoor said the investigation is ongoing, but police believe the Muhs may have fired as many as four shots from the 12-guage pump shotgun, each one spraying 15 pellets.

So it’s even worse than originally thought. The Muhs knew exactly who they were shooting at, and, as I suspected, they just didn’t care. Sheila even chased after the Jeep with an ATV so she could illuminate it with it’s headlights, giving husband Gayle a better target. Fucking uncaring animals – Here’s hoping Prosecutors upgrade those charges to to Capital Murder and the both of them never see freedom again.

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The most chilling words that a parent can hear are, “mom, it hurts.” You are instantly running for the thermometer, spray disinfectant, barf bag, and slapping your hand on their forehead while machine gunning questions at the child to identify the source and severity of the pain and whether or not they have a trig test in the morning. You don’t ignore the child’s complaints and you do everything in your power to ensure that your child is on the road to recovery, or drop kick their butt out of the house to take their test if they are faking.

William Robinson and Monica Hussing must not have gotten that memo. When their 8-year old son, Willie, first complained of a growing lump on his neck with stomach pain in April 2007, they ignored him. I guess they thought a growing mass on the neck of their child was normal, like a new accessory. Even the extended family noticed that something was wrong with Willie.

Sheila Slawinski, the boy’s aunt, first noticed that the child appeared sick at a family function. She stated that Willie did not play with the other children and complained about the lump growing on his neck and of his stomach hurting. “He cried. I called him Casper the Ghost because he was so pale” Slawinski said. She asked her sister Monica about it and this mother of the year told her it was nothing.

As the months progressed and Willie’s condition seemed to worsen, Slawinski again confronted the parents and asked them to take the child to the doctor. She was told again and again that it was on their “to do” list. Finally, Monica told her that they could not afford the medical care. Slawinski volunteered to take Willie to the hospital, but Monica told her to “stay the fuck out of my life.”

Slawinski witnessed an incident where Willie was standing at the bottom of the stairs begging to go to the bathroom. It appeared as if the boy was not physically able to climb the stairs, while Monica screamed at the boy to “get his ass up the stairs.” Slawinski became so concerned and outraged at her sister’s behavior, not only with Willie but also with his five other siblings, that she finally called the Trumble County of Child Services in Ohio to file a neglect complaint hoping that social services could force the parents to seek treatment for the child. When Slawinski complained that she felt that social services wasn’t doing enough to help Willie, “they told me their job was to keep families together,” said Slawinski.

From July 2007 until February 2008, Trumble County social workers claim to have worked with the family, yet Willie was not once seen by a doctor. Social workers who visited the home claimed that Willie appeared healthy and active. Slawinski says that either they were blind or more likely, they were shown a different child. When the agency finally decided that the family was “uncooperative” they made the final ultimatum. Marilyn Paee, a department manager at the Trumble County Department of Child Services, said that agents were working with Willie’s family until a month before the boy’s death.

“Our initial goal is always to work with the family and if they’re cooperative, then the idea is to work to resolve the issue,” said Paee. “When it became clear in January 2008 that they weren’t following through with our demands, like enrolling the kids in school and getting a doctor, we told them we’d go to court.” All the family did was pack up and move to Cleveland. Trumble County closed the investigation because the family was no longer in their jurisdiction.

On March 22, 2008 Willie collapsed and died. In the days before his death, it was reported that he had begged his parents to take him to the doctor. Willie lost the ability to walk and his bowels stopped working. In response, mommie dearest fed him laxatives. Willie knew he was extremely sick and continued to beg for a doctor. But they had refused because they claimed to have not been able to afford the medical care. However, they were able to afford to take the family dog to the vet for an $87.00 flea dip. Makes you wonder how long the little boy laid on the floor dying before they finally called someone.

Social services finally decided enough was enough. It only took the death of an innocent 8-year old boy. Cuyahoga County Department of Children and Family Services finally took the parents to court. In April 2008, a Juvenile Court Judge found the parents guilty of medical and educational neglect. But he allowed the parents to maintain custody of the surviving five siblings and ordered social services to monitor them. I mean they did such a bang up job helping Willie, I’m sure they crossed their hearts and promised to comply with seeking medical care for their children and doing a silly thing like enrolling all of the children in school.

Both mom and dad took advantage of the offered grief counseling (their beloved son had just died, you know), underwent court ordered drug treatment for marijuana abuse (OMG, they used drugs? Shocking) and took parenting classes although neither seemed to bother getting a job. According to court records, they were finally complying with social services and the family court. A little late for Willie.

An autopsy was performed on Willie. Cuyahoga County coroner Frank Miller ruled Willie’s death a homicide. He also finally answered Willie’s question of “what’s wrong with me?” Willie had Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, one of the most treatable of all childhood cancers with a 93% recovery rate when caught early and treated. Willie also had pneumonia, which was a direct result of the Hodgkin’s. Miller testified that Willie appeared gaunt, pale, extremely thin and even to a person of average intelligence, extraordinarily sick. Miller also testified that the parental neglect inflicted upon Willie was just as responsible for his death as the cancer.

Cuyahoga County prosecutor Bill Mason called the boy’s death one of the most “tragic cases of abuse” he’s ever seen. Willie would have endured excruciating pain, nausea, shortness of breath, joint pain, high fever and unexplained sweating. He would not have been able to eat or drink and the high doses of laxatives that his mother was feeding him would have caused severe upper and lower digestive cramping. He died a painful, agonizing and unnecessary death. “They never once took him to a doctor,” Mason said. “It just is not right. This kid should be alive today.”

On March 25, 2009, William Robinson and Monica Hussing were arrested and charged with involuntary manslaughter, endangering children and felonious assault charges. They are being held on $150,000 bail. Willie’s siblings are staying with relatives. Both Robinson and Hussing have pleaded not guilty. Deborah Forkas of Children and Family Services says this is one of the worst cases she has ever seen. “It’s horrific, it’s horrific, to see the death of a young child like this is heartbreaking.” And it was completely preventable. “He was the most loving and sweet little boy. I don’t know how they could have done this to him,” said Willie’s aunt, Sheila Slawinski.

It’s a shame that Willie didn’t get fleas instead. His parents might have gotten him a flea dip.

Editor’s Note: I found Monica Hussing’s MySpace page – She goes by the screen name “love to you gurl lol”. It’s set to private, but it’s still worth a look just to see this woman’s pathetic attempt to act like she cares that Willie is dead. But in spite of the huge picture of her son in the background, she can’t help giving us a peak at her true character. The greeting on her page reads (including her spelling):

“love to you gurl lol keep comeing by my house i dont crae but i got ur tag numbers and i truned them in to the cops so keep on (coming by)”

You can see Monica’s MySpace for yourself by Clicking Here

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Our little tale begins when Kooyman was first convicted of torturing, mutilating and killing cats in November 2007. When animal control officers responded to Kooyman’s residence on an abuse allegation, he stated that the injuries of the cat were self-inflicted because the cat “hit itself.” Now, lets all picture a little cat punching itself in the face with its little paws, to the point where it’s nose bleeds. Got the mental image? Ok, let’s continue. He was convicted, and placed on probation in April of 2008. He was ordered to undergo counseling and to not have any contact with animals (does anyone really think this works?). Timmy didn’t exactly do what he was told to do (Gomer Pyle says, surprise, surprise, surprise).

In April 2008, right after he was smacked on the wrist, he was again arrested on charges of animal cruelty. It was alleged that he mutilated and killed at least three cats in a motel room in Riverside County, California. When Kooyman was arrested, he told police that he had “broken the cats legs, ran over one with his truck, decapitated another with an ax and after a failed attempt at drowning the third, he cut it repeatedly with a razor.” The motel staff told the police that they had found large quantities of blood and fur in Kooyman’s motel room, including inside the mini-fridge (really don’t want to know about the fridge). Animal control officers removed the bodies of three dead cats from the alley behind the motel room. Kooyman was released after the charges were dropped. It is unclear as to why the charges were dropped but it was noted that no evidence was preserved from the scene.

On May 13, 2008, sheriff’s deputies responded to a report about a man acting suspiciously (suspicious = crazy). They found Kooyman asleep in his truck. When they questioned him, they found that he was on probation from the conviction of animal cruelty in November 2007. The suspicions of the deputies were highly aroused because of the blood covering Kooyman’s shirt. Kooyman gave permission for the deputies to search his truck. Inside the truck, the deputies found two cats suffering from broken legs and amputated tails. Deputies discovered several bloody towels, and scissors covered in blood and fur.

Because of the condition and injuries of the cats, the deputies believed that Kooyman was responsible for an early incident involving a brush fire, and another cat. It appears that Kooyman doused a living cat with gasoline and threw the animal into some brush, which started a small brush fire. The burned cat had similar injuries to the cats in Kooyman’s truck. Kooyman was taken into custody on suspicion of animal abuse. Unfortunately the injuries that were inflicted upon the cats were so profound that they had to be euthanized.

Kooyman later confessed to torturing the cats. He told Detective Alonzo Daniel that he had lured the cats with an open can of cat food. After he had captured them, he broke each of their legs, one by one. He then cut their tails off, stabbed one cat in the eye and slit the throat of the other. Then he threw them, still alive, into a plastic storage tub with the towels and scissors. Kooyman pleaded not guilty by reason of insanity. Initially, Deputy District Attorney Debbie Ploghaus vowed that she would not consider any form of plea agreement:

“What he did to these animals is sick. I’m concerned he is a danger to society.” (ya think?)

“There’s a difference between being insane and being evil. I think this was just a crime of sheer evilness.”

“He was torturing the animals because he could, I guess.”

But in a reversal of attitude, Ploghaus accepted a plea agreement from Kooyman in April 2009. Kooyman pled “no contest” to four felony charges, three for animal cruelty and one for arson. On May 6, 2009 Judge Michael A. Sachs sentenced Kooyman to five years in prison. He will be eligible for parole in two years as he is being credited for time served while awaiting trial.

At the request of Kooyman’s attorney, Judge Michael A. Sachs recommended Wednesday that Kooyman be housed during his prison term at Salinas Valley Medical Facility State Prison, according to minutes of the hearing. Ploghaus said Kooyman appears to acknowledge he has a problem. She said she hopes Kooyman won’t be a danger to society when released from prison. Maybe if he crosses his heart and hopes to die, he won’t torture any more animals. I think we should all be terrified for when Timmy is released. One of these days, he will move beyond cats.

“He’s not crazy. He’s simply sadistic,” said Leroy Moyer, director of Voices for Pets. “He enjoys inflicting suffering on defenseless victims.”

Here Sniper Kitty, good Sniper Kitty…

Editor’s Note: This story made me so angry I was shaking. Like I told Blondie when she submitted it, my wife and I just adopted two kittens, Jimi and Phoebe, making a total of eleven cats that share our house with us now. I would like very much to find Timothy and kick the ever-loving shit out him when he gets out of prison, and I may just go through with it.

Cats are sensitive, gentle animals. They’re selective about who they let into their world, but when they decide to trust a person, the amount of affection and joy they bring into your life can overwhelm you. A lot of people are turned off by their independence, mistaking it for aloofness, but it’s just that independence that makes them so special. They don’t need you to love them, and they don’t need to love you – they want to love and be loved.

Believe me when I say this, if I had seen what Timothy Kooyman was doing to those cats, one of us would have gone to prison that day, and the other would not have walked away. It would have been the same if it was a dog, or a young child – I know what kind of person I am, and the more helpless the victim, the more pissed off I get. I’ve worked very hard over the years to control my temper, but there are times when none of that matters. Tim would have gotten a taste of that other me, and if he thought he had problems before…..

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