In this day and age it seems as though more times than none when we pick up a newspaper or turn on the nightly news that we hear of children being beaten/tortured/raped/murdered by parents,loved ones, or babysitters. It’s really heart breaking. So let me ask you, as a parent, what would you do if you found someone had hurt your child? Would you call the police or take matters into your own hands? What if you had already called the police previously and they did nothing but write their standard police report?

The father in this story is 29-year-old patent attorney from Fairfield, Connecticut named Jonathon Edington. To most people you ask about Mr. Edington he’s a well respected young family man that loves and cherishes his 2 year old daughter. Jonathon and his wife Christina had filed previous police reports involving their 59 year old neighbor, Barry James of walking around his 1st floor bedroom naked. Some of you might say, “That is Barry James’s business how he walks around his home,” but you see it’s adjacent to the toddler’s room. In fact the toddler saw Mr. James naked and that’s when her parent’s called police. Nothing was done except for the routine police report and the advice from the police to “put up mini-blinds and/or curtains.”

A short time later Christina, and her daughter were on an outing to Rhode Island to visit her family. At that time the child confided in her mother that she didn’t want to go home because she was scared of the neighbor Barry James. When the mother questioned the child about why she was scared the little girl told her, “Barry comes into my room at night and puts “it” (she pointed to the genitals) on my belly and my nose. He also makes noises that sound like hee-haw and it feels like I got rained on.” The horrified young mother then called and explained the allegations to her husband.

On 8-28-06, Mr. Edington, furious and in a “fit of rage” retrieved a kitchen knife, entered Mr. James’s room through a window and stabbed him 13 times in the chest, heart and hand, fatally wounding him. He then left, went home, called 911 and told the dispatcher to send an ambulance and police to the home because someone had been stabbed. When police arrived Jonathon was washing blood off his hands and the bloody knife was nearby.

In June 2007, Mr. Edington pled guilty of 1st degree manslaughter but in October 2007 the judge sentenced Jonathon to 12 years in prison and 5 years probation.

Barry James’ family still deny the molestation allegations and said that their son/brother had been killed for no reason at all. They’ve filed a $5,000,000 lawsuit against Mr. Edington and have filed a civil lawsuit against Mrs. Edington for telling her husband about the abuse in which he then killed the man. The family attorney, Richard Maahan Jr., has stated that he thought it was unlikely that a child as young as Edington’s daughter could make those statements. He also stated, “I have a granddaughter that age who I think is a bright and precocious child but even she couldn’t articulate these type of accusations.” Police have also said they can not prove the allegations of sexual abuse.

So I guess just because his granddaughter can not “articulate” things such as these that neither can this child huh?!? I have a hard time believing a child of this age could make up a story such as this.

So my questions to you, our faithful readers, are: Was Mr. Edington justified for killing Barry James? Were the local police at fault, to a degree, being as how they wouldn’t follow up on the claim Mr. James exposed himself to the child previously? Should Mr. James’ family be awarded monetary damages due to the death? Finally what would you do in this situation?

Thank you Tiffany for your contribution! Good job! To read about the civil case against Jonathon Edington read this article. No proof was ever found that Barry James was ever in the Edington home — no fingerprints, no DNA. Barry James needed help climbing stairs so climbing through a window was “improbable” according to police.

Lois knew Nana Yaw was not happy. After living with him for over a year, she knew he was jealous, possessive and abusive. She’d been planning to split up with him and leave their Kipling Avenue, Toronto apartment. She had begun packing boxes and looking for furniture.

Lois Zois’ friends knew that her tumultuous relationship with Nana Yaw had already been over for months. She had only continued to live with him, she told her friends, because she was afraid to leave. In fact, she worked over 100 hours a week at two jobs likely to avoid being home with him.

Lois had originally moved in with him in order to escape from living with her mother Sandra and her mother’s criminal boyfriend, Eric Kusi. Good old Eric Kusi had been convicted of assault and pointing a gun at a woman among dozens of other crimes. Lois understandably did not feel safe in her mother’s home. She was right to move out, but so very wrong to move in with Nana Yaw.

So come December 24, 2007, Lois just knew that hellbeast Nana Yaw was ready to explode with temper. To feel safer Lois had invited her two younger brothers, 16-year-old Thomas and 14-year-old Jamie over for Christmas. She mistakenly believed that Nana Yaw wouldn’t start anything in front of the boys.

First thing on Christmas day the boys heard the bathroom mirror being smashed. Nana Yaw was arguing with Lois and was manhandling her, trying to get her cellphone away from her. The phone was ultimately smashed on the floor.

Nana Yaw was only getting started. He grabbed a corkscrew and began threatening Lois with it.

“No, Nana, stop,” the boys heard her scream. “Please help, he is trying to kill us!”

Nana Yaw grabbed a kitchen knife and began stabbing Lois as she ran and then crawled on her knees toward the door. He stabbed and stabbed and stabbed her until she died. She was only 22.

Fourteen-year-old Jamie knew he had to act fast. He tried to make it to the door to escape but Nana Yaw stopped him by plunging the knife into the boy 6 times. A wound to Jamie’s neck caused air to escape and blood to seep into his lungs. The boy was horribly injured but still alive at that point.

Next Nana Yaw went after 16-year-old Thomas. He stabbed the young man in the chest and forearm as the boy pleaded for his life. The killer Yaw stopped his killing at that point and decided instead to get good and drunk.

Over the next few hours the wounded Thomas had the privilege of watching Yaw drinking and drinking as his beloved brother struggled to breathe. Every breath Jamie made caused a wheezing sound from his neck wound, and that kinda sorta bugged the bugger Yaw.

“Shut the fuck up,” commanded the drunken Yaw as he raised his foot and stomped on Jamie’s head. The boy died almost instantly after that.

Thomas’ hell was not yet over. His sister was dead, his brother was dead, he himself was wounded and still Nana Yaw was not satisfied. In front of this poor boy, the hellbeast had sex with the dead girl’s bloodied, battered body. “This is how much I love your sister!” he told Thomas.

Pardon me while I retch.

Nana Yaw then spent the rest of the day planning what to do. His big idea was to hide the bodies and leave Canada. He packed his bags and took them to his cousin’s house.

Before leaving on Boxing Day, Nana Yaw put Thomas into a bedroom closet, tied to a chair with his mouth gagged. I am supposing that he expected Thomas to die there from his wounds.

In actuality, Thomas managed to eventually free himself from his bindings. He checked on his brother and sister and found them to be dead. Terrified and traumatized, poor Thomas returned to the closet and hid himself for hours before he could muster the courage to go to the 23 Division police station at 7:00 pm.

Detective Sergeant Gary Grinton said, “I’ve never seen anything like this. In over 30 years I’ve never seen people victimized this badly and continuously.”

He described the apartment as one of the more “grisly” crime scene he had ever investigated. “The scene is quite a bloody scene. When young people have passed away it’s particularly more mind-numbing,” he said.

Twelve hours after police arrived at the murder scene, Nana Yaw was in custody. He had actually gotten as far as Windsor, Ontario and changed his mind about his getaway. He was found very close to his apartment building.

Nana Yaw (27) was charged with two counts of 1st degree murder, one count of attempted murder and one count of forcible confinement. He pled guilty to two counts of 2nd degree murder and one count of aggravated assault.

“I still cannot believe that I did these terrible acts,” hellbeast Yaw said in a statement read out in court. “I am so sorry. I want to die.”

So die already.

In his victim impact statement young Thomas wrote, “This has impacted my life so much I am not the same person…I am not happy any more.”

I wish Thomas the very best and hope that he is healing from this horror.

Detectives said they were impressed by the boy’s courage.

On April, 2010, the murderous hellbeast Nana Yaw was sentenced to life without parole eligibility for 20 years by Justice Ian Nordheimer. The judge called the crime “almost unimaginable.” True that.

Long may Nana Yaw rot, and after that long may he burn in hell.

To read about CTV News’ coverage of the funeral, click HERE.

Stacey Joy Bourdeaux of Calgary, Alberta is one such hellbeast. She hid for years behind the mantle of mother and wife. She was married to Ted Fewer and had a little girl and a lovely baby boy, Sean Ronald Fewer. On December 27, 2004, little Sean was found in his crib, dead. He’d just had his first and only Christmas.

Stacey told police she had put Sean down for a nap, returned about an hour later and found him not breathing.

The medical examiner ruled 10-month-old Sean’s death as a case of sudden infant death syndrome. Poor Ted and Stacey, who were expecting another son in a few months. They had to carry on in their grief and prepare for the next child.

Well, poor Ted anyway. What he did not know is that Sean’s death was not SIDS-related, not accidental, but murder. Stacey never told him and he never knew. Stacey wrote in her private journal all about it 6 years later, shortly after Ted’s accidental death by electrocution.

“That night that (Sean) left us,” she wrote to her deceased husband, “it wasn’t actually while he was sleeping. Due to me being very sick at the time, I did what I didn’t want to do. The crying wouldn’t stop, so I ended up putting a pillow over his face and made sure that it was stopping his breathing… I knew that I couldn’t handle three kids, more or less on my own.”

And that makes it all right, to smother the baby? In her perverted mind it did.

So Sean had been dispensed with, disposed of like a used tissue. He was inconvenient, a burden, and he cried. The poor little guy whose only real crime was to be born to that selfish hellbeast, Stacey Joy Bourdeaux.

And Stacey Joy Bourdeaux had gotten away with murder. That is until she tried it again.

Her second victim was her second son.

Stacey Joy Bourdeaux found herself widowed suddenly in 2010 at age 33. It was a traumatic time for the little family, no doubt. But then her 5-year-old boy, in the midst of a temper tantrum on May 24, told his mom that he wished she had been the one to die instead of his dad.

That is so totally NOT the thing to say to a hellbeast.

Stacey Joy Bourdeaux hauled her boy upstairs in a rage. Her daughter, who stayed downstairs, heard him crying sporadically. Mom and son were upstairs for hours.

Those hours were spent by the murderous mom trying to kill the little guy. The beast tried suffocating him. She put her hand over his face, and then wrapped a pillowcase around his neck. His heart stopped a couple of times, but he kept reviving. Stacey Joy Boudreaux finally stopped her murderous assault.

I cannot imagine what it was like for that little boy to have his own mother strangling the life out of him and reviving him hour after hour, his brain and lungs shrieking for oxygen.

All solicitous and mothering after trying to kill her son, Stacey gave him Tylenol and cleaned him up after he threw up, urinated and defecated. No harm, no foul, right?

That evening a woman stopped by to offer her condolences about Ted Fewer’s death and learned from the little girl that her brother was sick and turning blue. Alarmed, the woman asked Stacey if he needed to go to hospital, but was told no.

The next day the boy was shaking uncontrollably, couldn’t feed himself, and couldn’t control his bladder and bowels. He was also falling over.

Stacey wrote in her journal, “I was trying to send him to you. And if I lose him now I am going to feel really bad, cause it would be my fault. I can say he’s very tough and a fighter.”

She continued, “I do feel bad about doing what I did. I’m just not sure why. It was the same with Sean too. To this day I still feel the guilt of losing Sean too.”

It sounds for all the world that she’s not sure why she feels bad about what she did. Un-friggin-believable.

Anyway, it wasn’t until three days later that Stacey Joy Bourdeaux asked a neighbour to drive them all to hospital. On the way she explained to the neighbour that she had tried suffocating the boy. He called police immediately after their arrival at Alberta Children’s Hospital.

Stacey Joy Bourdeaux’s son lived, but the damage was devastating. A once healthy child, he cannot speak any more, he has lost motor control and he now suffers from seizures. Both he and his sister were made permanent wards of the province. God bless them.

The police uncovered Stacey’s journals in their investigation, and Sean’s murder finally came to light. The hellbeast was arrested and charged with attempted murder and 2nd degree murder.

Stacey Joy Bourdeaux pleaded guilty to manslaughter, attempted murder and failing to provide the necessities of life. She is expected to return to court very soon following the completion of a pre-sentence and psychological risk assessment. (I’ll keep you readers posted when I hear of developments.)

Her earlier psychiatric assessment found she had NOT been suffering any disturbance of the mind when she had murdered Sean.

Not a disturbance of the mind, just a complete lack of a soul.

Long may you rot, Stacey Joy Bourdeaux. And may the judge sentence you to an eternity in prison.

To view a Calgary news report on the investigation click HERE.

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

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

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

Miguel’s hell was just beginning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In October, Melissa Alexander was found guilty of manslaughter.

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

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

I know I cannot fathom it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You read that right. Colin Blanchard and his harem of hellhound bitches are all pedophiles. It took luck and great detective work to unravel this unholy ring of pervs.

The lucky bit was that Colin Blanchard forgot to sign out of his Gmail account. On Friday, June 5, 2009, Blanchard’s business partner Noman Ahmed stopped in at the office in Trafford Park, Greater Manchester to check his emails. Colin Blanchard, an IT consultant, wasn’t there — he was off to Dubai on a business trip. He wouldn’t be back until the next day.

Noman Ahmed had a hunch that maybe his partner was doing some business deals behind his back, and with Blanchard’s Gmail account open he thought he’d just have a bit of a snoop.

There was nothing that could have prepared Noman Ahmed for what he did find. Not business deals at all. Instead he found photos of a naked Blanchard (ugly fat bastard) and more than a dozen photos of kiddies being raped.

Absolutely appalled, Noman Ahmed called 999 to report this stash of child porn. The police were very interested indeed.

On Saturday, June 6, 2009, Colin the Baby Raper Blanchard, with his laptop and his iPhone, arrived at Manchester Airport and was greeted by some uniforms and escorted to Altrincham police station to be questioned and detained.

The investigators needed to find out ASAP whether his pictures were downloaded off the Internet or were taken by Blanchard himself or his “associates.” In other words they needed to find out if there were babies they could rescue, and other pervs they could arrest.

From Blanchard’s upscale home in Smithy Bridge, near Rochdale, detectives found a few computers, memory cards, disc drives and a Nokia N70 mobile phone. The IT tech at their hi-tech crime unit, Andrew Edwards, had a big job ahead of him, sifting through gigabytes of data. Happily for him, Blanchard hadn’t bothered to use passwords or encryption. Edwards used a C4P, a digital tool devised by Canadian police (yay!) that not only found and collected stored images on computers but also reassembled images that had been overwritten.

On the morning of June 8 Detective Sergeant Bob Willis and Detective Constable Andy Pilling of the sexual crimes unit were presented with 20 images to study. They depicted naked babies and toddlers. The oldest infant was not more than 18 months old. (Gawd, I hate pedophiles!) Some of the photos had a woman’s hand and torso as well — no face alas.

And here’s where the great detective work came in. DS Willis and DC Pilling figured out that the photos originated in Britain because of the electrical sockets. All of the photos were taken from the same room with a changing mat for babies, lino on the floor and windows similar to those found in a church hall. From that they deduced they were looking for a children’s centre. The pressure was on — those poor babies needed rescuing from that unknown woman right away!

DS Willis and DC Pilling, from checking out Colin Blanchard’s background, knew that he’d been arrested in 2002 for having child porn on his computer. *shock!* He’d done the whole “boohoo I’d been molested as a child” song and dance in court and got away without doing jail time.

Asked about the new batch of kiddie porn, Blanchard blustered that he’d been sent this filth by some manipulative bitch he’d “accidentally” met on Facebook after using the dating app Are You Interested? Helpfully, he told them the name she went by was Vee George and she lived in Plymouth. Bet he wishes he kept his mouth shut.

And with that useful bit of info, the detectives got down to work. The t-shirt worn by the woman in the photos had a bear on it. They and officers from a covert unit pored through the social networking sites Blanchard the beast visited. They found a Vee George on Facebook and Bebo, and a photo on Bebo had the same t-shirt with the words Little Ted’s. The caption read “great picture Vanessa.”

There was a Vanessa George in Plymouth who worked at Little Ted’s Nursery. They had found pervert #2.

Vanessa George’s arrest hit the news big time — a nursery worker molesting the babies in her care was huge! The detectives now had even more pressure — any associates of Blanchard and George seeing the news would be wiping their computers clean right away.

Meantime IT tech Edwards had managed to retrieve copies of Blanchard’s texts and chat on the computers and phones. Blanchard’s crap about being sent those photos unsolicited was irrefutably crap.

Instead Colin Blanchard and Vanessa George had happily chatted and texted about fantasies of her abusing her own daughters. They were both getting all excited and masturbatory about these sick, twisted fantasies.

The beast Blanchard egged her on and made suggestions like drugging the girls and taking photos of them asleep. George wanted to meet for real for sex and romance. (Great choice of a boyfriend — someone you KNOW wants to rape your daughters!) Blanchard, to George’s vast disappointment, did not take her up on it. Hell, he was married already with a family. But then so was she.

Anyway, Vanessa George continued to send thousands of texts to Blanchard about her fantasies including abduction of children. But police knew beyond a doubt, thanks to the photos, that she had gone way past sick fantasies and was sexually abusing babies in reality. (Gawd, I hate pedophiles!)

A week after Colin Blanchard’s arrest, up popped another woman’s name from his computer files. She went by the handle Ang Bank. IT tech Edwards traced her to Nottingham. She had used an untraceable pay-as-you-go phone number to text Blanchard her fantasies of child rape. She too had access to children.

“God im getting fuckin so turned on now,” she wrote. “May have 2 take (child’s name) in2 sme bushes.”

Blanchard’s reply was, “Mmmm take a pic if u do.” Sick bastards.

Through Blanchard, Ang Bank was introduced to Vanessa George and the three of them had had a cosy little Internet-based sex threesome. Ang Bank shared photos of herself raping a child with a crayon, a toy golf club, a metal tube and a penis-shaped stick. That poor baby! Vanessa George shared photos of naked babies taken at Little Ted’s nursery. And then Ang Bank asked Blanchard if he wanted to join her in hurting a child, making a baby scream.

I must admit I feel quite murderous when I learn about gawd awful f*ckers like that hurting helpless babies and toddlers. I can’t imagine how the detectives dealt with studying those photos and texts, but I salute them for their efforts.

The detectives found a Facebook page for Ang Bank of Nottinghamshire. Her real name was Angela Allen and she was a 39-year-old single mother and former prostitute. The police arrested her and discovered she’d already tried to erase her hard drive. IT tech Edwards recovered everything.

IT tech Edwards was kept busy. With all the texts and photos swapped among these three hellbeasts, he uncovered 16,014 images of children, violent adult porn and bestiality (Blanchard’s Shih Tzu Bubba). He also found 229 hardcore porn movies. I have such sympathy for all of the investigators that had to scour through all those hellish photos of abuse. Just seeing one would make me cry.

And still the case didn’t end there. Detectives found yet another female pedophile pal of Blanchard’s. She called herself Foxy Witch. Detectives found her MySpace site and learned she was really Tracy Lyons, mother of multiple children. Tracy Lyons actually gave birth to her ninth child in prison.

IT tech Edwards heroically carried on with his digital detection and discovered a film of a woman raping a boy. It was poorly lit, so the police hired a medical artist to enhance the quality. Lo and behold, it was Tracy Lyons who was the rapist. The police arrested her and seeing the evidence she admitted her guilt in raping a 2-year-old boy.

And still the case wasn’t over. Bastard Blanchard and the three bitches were in jail but detectives had more data to sift through. And what did they find? Photos of yet another woman sexually abusing a child. With Blanchard’s participation this time!

Colin Blanchard was questioned again, and although he didn’t supply the woman’s name he did say she lived in Southport, Merseyside and he mentioned landmarks he passed to get to her house. Within two days the police arrested Tracy Dawber, a twice-divorced mother, grandmother and caregiver. Effing bitch!

Finally this hideous pedophile ring was shut down, exposed, arrested and imprisoned.

On January 10, 2011, Colin Blanchard, the ringleader/cheerleader/baby raper/dog raper/ fat ugly bastard, was sentenced by Mr. Justice Royce who determined he was guilty of “breathtaking depravity.” Blanchard got an indeterminate sentence with a minimum 9-year term but in the world of British justice he won’t be getting out of prison in this lifetime.

Blanchard’s lawyer argued his client had been sexually abused and raped as a child and carried psychiatric scars as a result. Boo friggin’ hoo. The same crap that got him out of jail before, but it didn’t work this time.

Vanessa George, Tracy Allen and Tracy Lyons all pleaded guilty to a pile of charges of sexual assault and making and possessing child porn. Lyon’s lawyer argued his client was a “dim woman”. Great defense! *snort, giggle*

Vanessa George, the baby raping nursery worker, received an indeterminate sentence with a minimum term of 7 years. Angela Allen, baby raper, received an indeterminate sentence with a minimum term of 5 years. Tracy Lyons, toddler raper was jailed for 7 years. Tracy Dawber, child molester, was jailed for 4 years.

The damage done to the infants and children that were molested is incalculable. I pray they all have good and healthy lives after all they’ve been put through.

The damage done to the spouses and children and grandchildren of these hellbeasts likewise is immeasurable. The shock, the pain, the humiliation, and in some cases actual sexual assaults must be so horrifically difficult to overcome. I pray they all not only survive but thrive now that the perpetrators are out of their daily lives.

And then there’s the impact this case has had on the detectives and IT tech Edwards. How can it not change a person after viewing and reviewing thousands and thousands of these disgusting, beastly images and movies? I congratulate them on their fine efforts and wish them God speed in their future endeavours.

And to the five inhuman creatures I wish the deepest depths of hell. Rot forever Blanchard, George, Allen, Lyons and Dawber!

To read about Blanchard’s whining about not being allowed an XBox 360 in his cell click HERE. Pathetic bastard.

Now I have written about pedophiles and necrophiles, murderers and rapists, and I have been disgusted and outraged by them all. Somehow Omaima Nelson has added the yecchhh factor that most of the others somehow lacked.

Californian William E. Nelson met Omaima in 1991 in a bar while playing pool. He must have thought he’d really lucked out. Omaima was an attractive, Egyptian-born former nanny and model and only 24 years old. William himself was 56 and a not-so-svelte 230 pounds.

Regardless of these differences, romance blossomed right away. Possibly William’s Costa Mesa apartment and Corvette and money and property were better inducements than his personal attributes, but “love” was in the air. Within days the couple were married.

How does that saying go? Marry in haste, repent in leisure? There was no leisure time for repentance in this marriage.

Most likely William Nelson had no idea that his bride had had a troubled and violent past. Omaima had a history of seducing older men, tying them up during sex and then robbing them. She had even been convicted of tying up and beating up a former boyfriend at gunpoint. Not nice. Pretty sure William wasn’t told of that little episode during their brief and frantic courtship.

Sadly, after only 3 weeks of “wedded bliss” William E. Nelson was separated … from his head, his hands, his ribs, his entrails and so on and so forth.

Pardon me while I shudder.

Omaima the lovely bride had shackled her husband to their bed during Thanksgiving weekend, 1991, as what William thought was a precursor to some sex. Having him completely at her mercy, Omaima then introduced scissors and an iron into the scenario.

William died, likely painfully and horrifically, which was what Omaima had intended. She had wanted his money but not the husband that went with it.

Oh, but what to do with the body? What’s a girl to do?

Disposing of a 6’4″, 230 pound body is not easy for a petite former model, but Omaima Aree Nelson is nothing if not determined. And bizarre.

For the upcoming events, Omaima Nelson decked herself out in red high heels, a red hat and red lipstick.

This is where it gets really yeeccchhh. Consider yourself warned.

For the next few hours, Omaima Nelson was busy decapitating, skinning, dismembering and dissecting poor William Nelson. She spent hours upon hours grinding some of his body parts in the garbage disposal. She filled garbage bags with other body parts and put them in his Corvette, then drove around the county to dispose of them like garbage. And still there was more William Nelson to dispose of.

And all that work made Omaima Nelson hungry.

So parts of the butchered William Nelson were boiled, breaded, deep-fried, dipped in barbecue sauce and eaten by the black widow.

Omaima later joked to police, “Nothing tastes as good as the man I married. It’s the sauce that does it.”

How did she get caught? Because grinding him up, cooking him up, eating him up and tossing him away did not get rid of William Nelson entirely. Omaima Nelson approached two ex-boyfriends to ask for help. ONE of them alerted police.

Randolph J. Pawloski, the prosecutor, had visited the scene of the crime — the Nelsons’ Costa Mesa apartment. It was horrifying. It was a bloody abattoir.

“There were suitcases and plastic bags soaked with dark liquid from his body parts. In the fry cooker there sat Mr. Nelson’s hands and when we opened the refrigerator there was Mr. Nelson’s head with stab wounds,” Mr. Palowski recounted. “She had his entrails in his Corvette and she was trying to get an ex-boyfriend to yank out the dentures from the head so she could dump it in the Back Bay.”

I cannot imagine (and really don’t want to imagine) going into that apartment, with the pools of blood on the floor, the bloody walls and sheets, and then finding hands fried in oil and a boiled head in the freezer. And of course the skinned lower body and torso that were awaiting disposal.

Spare a thought for the police officers and detectives and everyone else that had to visit the scene. Someone should invent a brain bleach to wipe the mind clear of horrors like that.

When the coroner’s office weighed the accumulated body parts, there were 80 pounds of William Nelson unaccounted for.

So Omaima Nelson was caught “red handed” as they say in the Corvette with the entrails.

Needless to say, Omaima Nelson was charged with murder. Did this hellbeast admit her guilt? Hell no! Instead she began bleating about how her husband, the evil William, had tied her hands, kicked her, bit her, grabbed and choked her and threatened to kill her. And he raped her which was awful because when she was a child she’d been beaten by men in Egypt and subjected to female circumcision so she freaked out. It was totally self-defense, doncha know, that she grabbed scissors to protect herself (I thought she was tied up).

“If I didn’t defend my life, I would have been dead. I’m sorry it happened, but I’m glad I lived,” Omaima Aree Nelson said. “I’m sorry I dismembered him.”

Poor helpless Omaima fell into a “trance-like state” after she’d killed William in self-defense and had no memory of hacking him up. Well, she did vaguely recall cutting off his penis and his ring finger and wrapping up body parts.

And Omaima Nelson had actually told the psychiatrist that she sat at the kitchen table with her husband’s ribs and said out loud, “It’s so sweet, it’s so delicious… I like mine tender.” Maybe she should’ve kept that to herself. I wonder if she still had the red hat on.

The Orange County jury found Omaima Nelson guilty of 2nd degree murder in 1993 and she was sentenced to 25 years to life in state prison.

At her parole hearing in 2011, Omaima Nelson stuck to her story of self-defense, and added, “”I swear to God I did not eat any part of him. I am not a monster.” Commissioner Cynthia Fritz then asked her, “What was your purpose in cooking him?” That shut her up.

Omaima Nelson insisted that she had changed from the person she was 20 years ago. Back then she had “look for love in all the wrong places… but now I value my integrity and my journey.” She then added, “I have a strong desire to help others.”

To prove she’d changed, Omaima Nelson told the parole hearing about her conjugal visits with her latest deceased husband, a man in his 70s she’d married while in prison. (What’s with these guys? Are they that desperate for sex they’ll marry lifers who butchered their previous husbands?)

“We had 3-day conjugal visits,” she told the commissioners. “There were knives in the kitchen. He never felt threatened or endangered in any way. I loved him so much.”

This elderly husband could not testify as he had died, naturally one supposes.

William Nelson’s daughter Margaret testified at the parole hearing. She said it best: “I don’t know the adequate punishment for a murderer who doesn’t even leave a family a body to mourn over. But I do know you don’t let her out.”

The parole board did not let her out. They deemed her to be a risk to society. Smart people.

I wish I could end this article with an idea of how William Nelson was when he was alive rather than how he wound up dead. He missed becoming a father-in-law and a grandfather. His daughter characterized him as kind and patient. He is mourned.

Omaima Nelson, may you rot in prison for the rest of your life and in hell thereafter. And may old men beware and stay out of your clutches.

To read about Omaima’s parole hearing, click here.

And it got worse for Michael Adamson because after the dog dug her up, he proudly brought Michael a souvenir of his adventure — Delphine Adamson’s hand. And don’t you know Michael Adamson had a visitor when this grisly presentation was made.

I can only imagine the conversation between the two men after that.

“Uh, Michael? Uh, what’s that your dog’s carrying in his mouth? … Is that a … a HAND? … Uh, gotta go. Bye.”

And then after that Michael Adamson’s life kinda sorta went down the crapper. Investigators arrived at the tiny primitive cabin in the bush outside Chelmsford, Ontario and very quickly uncovered the remaining remains of Delphine Adamson. She was a mere 50 metres from the cabin, placed in a shallow grave. Seems like Michael Adamson didn’t really put all that much effort into the body disposal portion of the murder. Lazy bastard.

Delphine and Michael Adamson had only been married a few months. Wedded bliss wasn’t so blissful, I guess. Some might think they had little in common, what with the 39-year gap in their ages. Delphine was 62 when she was murdered, and her murderer was all of 23.

Now I’m an older broad, and I can tell you readers that lots of older broads are HOT (not me unhappily) so don’t judge! Delphine’s mistake was not in marrying a much younger man but rather in marrying a lazy, greedy, homicidal bastard.

Delphine was the mother of ten, and a grandmother several times over. She’d packed a lot of life into the life she led before she met Michael. She was well loved and is much missed by her friends and family.

Michael Adamson’s life before Delphine wasn’t so great. He started boozing at age 12 and doing drugs by 15. And in 1997 he was convicted of using a firearm during a robbery and spent 25 months in the penitentiary. Just the sort of person you’d want your mom to marry — not! No, I have to think that this odd couple was a truly odd coupling.

According to Michael Adamson, he and Delphine shared a love of nature and the woods. (And presumably each other?) It was Delphine who popped the question and they married on September 14, 2000.

The newlyweds lived in a basement apartment in Sudbury, and often headed out to the tiny cabin in the woods to commune with the nature they loved.

According to Michael Adamson, Delphine didn’t want him to work. Riiiight. She wanted them both to live off of her teeny tiny income and his social assistance. Riiiight. But then money problems surfaced and the tiny income became a big issue. I’m thinking he was just a lazy, greedy bastard.

Michael Adamson had to find a way to get his hands Delphine’s income without having to share it with Delphine, and he found his answer at the cabin.

On January 29, 2001 (that’s after an entire four months of marriage) Michael Adamson bludgeoned his elderly bride to death with an axe. And since she loved nature so much, her murderer thoughtfully arranged for her to become one with the landscape.

Only he didn’t dig a hole deep enough or far enough away from the cabin because he was a lazy bastard!

And so Michael was so remorseful and grief stricken that he carried on with his life, driving Delphine’s truck and spending Delphine’s money, hanging out at the cabin/murder scene with the dog.

And when anyone asked about Delphine, he lied. When her worried family asked about her, he lied. When the police asked about his missing wife, he lied. Delphine Adamson had previously gone walkabout for three days and returned under her own steam, so that’s what she was doing this time, according to her husband.

Despite suspicions, nothing could be proven until May 1st, 2001 when his husky became a retriever and brought Delphine’s hand back to Michael and friend.

Michael Adamson was charged with 1st degree murder.

Defense counsel Donald Plaunt told the court he pleaded with his client to plead not guilty as there were many “triable” issues, but Michael Adamson was “awash in anguish over the events” and wouldn’t heed his advice “and wanted to come out in the open and accept responsibility” for his actions.

Michael Adamson pleaded guilty to 2nd degree murder.

Assistant Crown attorney Alex Kurke said Adamson’s murder was not only brutally violent, but she left behind so many loved ones who were left with feelings of anger, bitterness and frustration at not having a chance to say goodbye. Too true.

Justice Ian Gordon awarded Michael Adamson a life sentence with no chance of parole for ten years. And that, dear readers, is THIS YEAR. The killer’s previous conviction for the armed robbery will make it somewhat unlikely he’ll get parole as soon as that. Good!

I, for one, am hoping that this lazy, greedy, murdering asshole will continue to rot in prison until he finds himself rotting in hell. And I pray that if Michael Adamson gets out, he won’t find another woman willing to become his bride. He’s shown himself much too willing to make that “til death do us part” part happen if and when it suits him.

For a good writeup about Delphine and her family’s grief and sorrow click here.

Amanda Taylor, 32, from Leighton Alabama was a beautiful, outgoing,loving mother to three children. She was a wonderful daughter/sister/aunt/cousin/and friend to many great people.

On October 17,2011 Mr. Lee, Amanda’s boyfriend picked her up from work but since he had to run errands he dropped Amanda off at Ron Weems’s home to use his computer. Ron and Amanda had known each other for years being as how Ron was once married to her sister and they had two children together.Because of this I’m pretty sure Amanda felt as though she could trust Ron. At around 3pm Mr. Lee returned to the Moss Avenue home to pick Amanda up, instead he saw Ashley Greenhill and Laquania Weems, Ron’s mother sitting on the porch. Ashley came out swinging a hatchet and told Mr. Lee that Amanda had assaulted Ron and then ran off and wasn’t welcome back. Being fearful for his life, Mr. Lee left.

Laurell Pruett, Ron’s current girlfriend, showed up to the home and Ron immediately pulled her inside the bathroom. Sweating, out of breath and without a shirt on Ron confessed he had just killed Amanda. So Laurell decided they should file a police report stating that Amanda Taylor had assaulted Ron, in order to cover their tracks. After all Ron had scratches on his arms and wrists. Little did the police know that those were wounds of a young woman fighting for her life and that her lifeless body was only miles away in the basement of Ron’s mother’s home. The law, as of now, states you can’t file a missing person report for an adult until after they’ve been missing for 48 hours. So on October 19,2001 Brandy Leeth reported her sister missing.

The local newspaper did one article about the missing young mother. The news didn’t even air it on television until Amanda’s father, Mr. Leeth, sent them an e-mail asking them to broadcast his missing daughter’s case. This man has even started a Facebook page asking for leads, making fliers and giving his phone number out in case people didn’t want to speak to investigators. This is a very strong man. He had absolutely no help from the media yet he still wouldn’t give up. In fact, Ron contacted him and told him that she was seen Amanda with a man in a nearby town knowing all along where she was. Mr. Leeth still hasn’t gave up. He is even trying to help other families who find themselves in the same situation he was in. That to me let’s me know that no matter what the tragedy is if you want you can turn it in to something positive.

On November 7, 2011 Ashley Greenhill, the hatchet swinging stripper, went to the police station and told detectives she had overheard Ron telling Laurell “not to worry they’ll never find her body and if they do it will be already decayed.” Ashley said she was afraid of Weems and moved out of his home. Don’t give Ashley too much credit yet though.

This story has some crazy twists maybe it’s time to explain them now. After Ron and his ex-wife divorced he started dating Laurell Pruett, from Huntsville Alabama who already had two children. Both were disabled and neither were in Laurell’s care but instead in the care of the department of human resources. Ron and Laurell started dating but described it as an open relationship. Shortly thereafter, Laurell got pregnant by Ron but that didn’t slow them down any. Instead they decided to bring another woman into their relationship, for the both of them. Evidently Ron is not just a gigalo but he’s also fertile-Myrtle because this other “lady” also got pregnant. She was a lot smarter than Laurell though….she got away. Just before she gave birth to their triplets. At the time the time the crime was committed Laurell and Ron were still together but Laurell was living else where and had a girlfriend whom she called “wifey.” Their daughter was living with Ron and his mother.

Ashley Greenhill of Florence, Alabama is a mother of two and already has a long rap sheet. Back in 2008, Ashley’s 2 year old son,who lived with her parents, came to visit with her but when she took him back the next day her parents noticed the child has bite marks all over his body and scratches to his back and extremities. Her parents immediately went to the police and she was arrested for felony child abuse since she was already out on bond for burglary,theft of property, criminal mischief, and receiving stolen property her bond was revoked. She took a plea deal and went to drug rehab. Thank goodness her parents were smart enough to go to the police then to take up for her.

I should also tell you all that Ron, Laurell, Ashley, Fox and many many more(you’ll see when the supporters show up) have formed a clown gang. Yes that’s right a clown gang. They call themselves the Juggalos(men members) and juggalettes(female members) they get together, paint their faces like clowns, carry hatchets, and listen to a band called ICP. Let me just say….I do not think in any way what so ever that them listening to ICP had anything to do with this murder. It’s just a part of the story that I must entail. In the fall 2011 Ashley began living with Ron, Laquania, and Laurell and Ron’s child at the Moss avenue home. Although Laurell and Ashley were friends they shared the same man, sexually. Matthew Fox, 21, Florence, didn’t know any of the people involved except for Ashley and I bet he wish hadn’t had met her or any of the others now.

A few days after Ashley met with detectives to tell them about Laurell and Ron’s conversation she met with them once again. She told detectives that Ron said “he dropped her on a road with tall grass on each side of the road near Leighton Alabama.” After driving around for a little bit Ashley told them to stop at Gnatt Pond Road in Muscle Shoals Alabama. While detectives closely watched, Ashley went into some brush and came out and told detectives it looked as if something had been drug through there but she didn’t see anything.

Police returned to the same spot this time without Ashley and they went to the same spot she had. This time they found hair and immediately called in the cadaver dogs. Now let me just tell you all that here in North Alabama we have 100,000s of acres of pasture,fields, and woods. Just about everywhere you look is exactly what Ron Weems had explained. How in the world could she just go to the exact spot unless, of course, she hadn’t already been there?

The next day on 12-3-11 the police and cadaver dogs went to Gnatt pond where they found Amanda’s skull, and several bones, some broken, some cut. They then searched the Moss Avenue resident and found Amanda’s blood on the wall and floor in the basement. The next day, Stacy Young contacted the police and told them that Ron and Laurell had set some stuff on fire in her yard the day after Amanda came up missing. When police searched the fire pit they found Amanda’s necklace, 4 earrings, some clothing and other items.

Laurell was the first of the suspects to be interviewed and she sang like a bird. She admitted that they had burned the stuff. She said it was a pair of pants, 2 shirts, a plastic bag of articles, and a plastic ice cream bucket. Pruett also said that after they had filed the assault report on Amanda that they had went back to the house where she saw Amanda’s body laying face up, her pants and panties were removed, she was purple and had a ligature mark around her neck, the nylon strap was lying next to her.

At around 10:30-11pm Fox and Ashley showed up to help their fellow clown fans. Fox made the suggestion that Ron cut off Amanda’s fingers and toes to conceal her identity. Weems got a kitchen knife and started cutting her fingers and toes off, he would drop each one in the plastic ice cream bucket. I guess it was just too much for Ashley and Laurell because they went upstairs to smoke some weed and take Valiums. Also let me tell you both Laquania and Laurell’s daughter were there at the time. How could Laquania Weems not know what was going on in her own home? At approximately 1am Fox helped Weems load Amanda’s body into Ron’s Honda Accord. Then Fox went home. Ron left and about 2 hours later he returned to the house and told Laurell that he had disposed of her body near Leighton and busted her teeth out a hammer. They then went to bed. How oh how does someone go to sleep after all of that?

Since Laurell testified Ron admitted to it as well except he said Amanda tried to hit him with a concrete block so he just killed her in self defense. Yeah right!! Because of the confessions all three were arrested(police report). Ron and Fox were charged with murder and abuse of a corpse, Fox also got hindering prosecution. Laurell was charged with murder and hindering prosecution. They are all still in jail on $500,000 bond. The reason they say they murdered her was for a child support check she supposedly stole…Laurell received it in the mail on October 19,2011. And of course when the defense have nothing else they always say they have some kind of mental illness. This case is no different they said Ron was bi-polar and that played a major role in the crime.

So what is Ashley being charged with? Nothing, Nadda, Zip….yet anyways. I totally understand that they wouldn’t have found her when they did without Ashley’s help but that should give her a “get out of jail for murder card” In fact Fox would’ve never met Ron or Laurell had it not been for Ashley. Mr. Lee was lied to and threatened by none other that Ashley Greenhill. I just hope she gets charged just as harsh as the others. Personally I believe Ashley, Ron,Laurell, Fox, and Laquania all deserve to be charged. Laquania should be charged with hindering prosecution if nothing else.

Now I’m asking everyone to please, please sign this petition for the Amanda Alert. It would allow people to report their adult loved one missing as soon as you realize they are missing. Although, I realize this probably wouldn’t have saved Amanda’s life it might would have sent the police to Ron’s home while the body was still in the basement and the family wouldn’t have had to live in agony for almost two months.

Please help Mr. Leeth pass this law, remember it could be you, your family member or friend. Thanks in advance,my dear friends.

http://www.change.org/petitions/amanda-alert-for-missing-adults

This article comes from Tiffany, and it was a doozy. She researched it and I went through it and searched high and low for anything she might have missed. I’m pleased to say I really didn’t find much. Please give me a hand congratulating her. Thanks also to Shoalanda Speaks, a blog that’s been out front with this and has been an invaluable resource.

http://www.whnt.com/news/shoals/whnt-weems-faces-judge-investigator-takes-stand-in-hearing-20120103,0,4952565.story