Have you ever met someone and within the first few moments of getting to know them you knew you would eventually read about them doing something heinous and disgusting? Some vibe about the person gave you the total impression that they have the capability of committing an evil act?

Meet Shanna Dawn Lanham and her pedophile piece of garbage boyfriend Jason Michael Wells. These two ensured that Shanna’s beautiful 2 year old Addison did not get to open presents under the tree this year, or have a 3rd birthday. Addison will never go to school, ride a bicycle or go to the prom. You see, Addison is dead. And no, she just didn’t die peacefully in her sleep, she died a slow agonizing death drug out for weeks , and was hidden from anyone to tried to stop her mother and new boyfriend from having their fun at Addison’s expense.

Miss Shanna was only 13 years old, but already a lifelong drug addiction to everything under the sun. While other teens thought they were so racy as to take a sip of a wine cooler, Shanna had moved from home by 14, and was snorting cocaine and in love with Ecstasy. By age 20 she was stripping to feed her habit and finding old men who would house her until she robbed them blind.

Then, back out into the streets she would go, looking for love, drugs, and a good time.
She gave birth to a little boy five years ago, but never took the child in as her own, according to court documents. A friend of the family picked up the drug-addicted baby from the hospital and later adopted him as her own.

Lanham was arrested several times on drug and larceny charges. She was branded a felon.

Out of jail and looking for love, she has a very short affair with another drug addict, Raymond May. She quickly gets pregnant with a beautiful daughter Addison. Raymond May, 36, is being held in the Central Prision in Raleigh, NC with a dozen beautiful convictions. The charges include promoting drug sales by a minor, trafficking heroin and conspiring to sell and deliver cocaine, according to arrest records. With Ray in jail, its time to look for a new boyfriend/dealer.

What does a drug addict mother to do all alone with a baby to raise? Get a sex offender boyfriend of course! This was a gem of a man named Jason Michael Wells. She was by his side when he stood trial for taking indecent liberties with a minor.

Wells eventually took a plea of sexual battery and was required to register as a sex offender. Wells inappropriately touched the 12-year-old girl on a chance encounter at a grocery store. Shanna stood by his side and called all the charges lies! The trial was under way when Wells agreed to plead guilty to a lesser charge. But child molesters don’t do a very good job paying for Coke, so its back to stripping. Too bad for Shanna, working at strip clubs was not going to work for Shanna anymore-the drugs were ruining her appearance to the point where even the sleaziest club in town would not employ her. NOt even the nasty ones want the girls with the Meth scabs on their faces.

When Wells started coming around and the woman Shanna was living with learned that he was a registered sex offender, she told Lanham she didn’t want the man around her three children .Lanham decided to move out. She was urged to leave Addison with her, but the couple decided to take the little girl with them.
Homeless once again, the couple decide to move in a pay-by-the-week Hotel in Bessemer City, NC. Wells, took odd jobs roofing to pay the weekly hotel rent. Lanham was a “Stay At Motel Mom”.

As the drug abuse got worse, and it looked as if the baby wasn’t being fed. The child was no longer allowed to come out her hotel room. Not even employees had seen Addison for weeks. Family members begged for help. Even several members of the sex offender’s family stepped in , left several messages at the Gaston County Probation and Parole Department in early June, saying they had saw her abusing drugs.
Since the family never received a return phone call, they reached out to Shanna’s probation officer on Facebook, begging for help.On June 13, wrote “I don’t know if that baby is eating. Shanna is strung out on crack and Xanax. She is selling all her pills. Addison, her daughter, doesn’t have any clothes and I’m not sure she is eating. I called DSS on her and her cousin called the cops. Please help Addison.”

The social worker, who has stepped down from DSS because of investigation into Addison’s death, asked for proof. Lanham’s cousin, Stacey Drewery, said she called DSS twice in June and said she was fearful for Addison’s safety. She also said she called police several times.

“I actually called 911 and asked them what would happen if I took Addison out of the hotel room, and they said I could be cited for kidnapping, even though I knew she was being abused. And that’s gotta change,” Drewery said.

A complaint of neglect against Lanham was filed in June. The basis of the claim was because Wells, a convicted sex offender, was reportedly living with the Lanham’s in a hotel. The couple also smoked marijuana and did cocaine around the child, according to the report.

That claim dictated an in-home visit within 24 hours, according to Cheryl Harris, program administrator with Gaston DSS.

On June 9, two social workers visited Lanham at the Express Inn in Bessemer City where she and the child were living.

Lanham denied accusations that Wells was living there, but social workers saw men’s clothes and shoes in the room. Lanham said that the clothing belonged to her brother. The social workers reported “Addison to be appropriately dressed, clean and no apparent well-being issues were observed.”
Social workers told Lanham that Wells was not allowed to live with a child and that they planned to return in a week.

That second visit never happened.

In the weeks to follow, Lanham called DSS and said she and Addison were taking a trip to the beach. She refused to give phone numbers and addresses, saying her phone was broken and that she didn’t have the address of where she was staying. Social workers returned to the hotel where the Lanham’s had been living on two occasions. She had apparently moved out.

Wells told social workers in July that he and Lanham had broken up. Convicted of sexual battery in 2010, Wells was added to the sex offender registry and therefore isn’t legally permitted to live with children. Friends, family and prosecutors say that Lanham and Wells lied about living together.

Lanham told social workers during her June 9 interview that she knew about Wells’ criminal record, but that she didn’t know that meant he couldn’t be around her child. Lanham said that she didn’t believe Wells was guilty of the sex offense and that she planned to marry him right away.

Both Lanham and Wells continually told social workers during follow up phone calls that they were not living together, but police have determined that Wells was living with the Lanham’s.

Wells was babysitting Addison the night she died. Wells, tried wake little Addison up from a nap, but could not get her to stir. When the child wouldn’t wake up, Wells called Lanham who returned to the America’s Best Inn and Suites and ultimately called 911. Lanham called 911 that night from her room at America’s Best Hotel in Bessemer City, frantically describing the injuries on her unresponsive child’s body.

She repeatedly tried to explain away the cuts to the toddler’s private parts as injuries from falling in a bathtub. She would go from uncontrollable sobs to quickly and soberly defending her boyfriend and explaining away any signs of abuse of little Addison.

Link to 911 call is here: http://richmedia.onset.freedom.com/gaston/lp0fb8-addison911call.mp3

Addison died of sepsis, an infection that entered her blood stream and overtook her body. She had bruises on her arm and back and a several weeks old broken leg. She was swollen and covered in boils and had been sexually assaulted and sodomized. Her arm and back were bruised; her eyes swollen from infection. Little Addison was covered in boils stemming from MRSA all over her body. Some had burst, exposing her brain and skull. Her hair was falling out.

Again, she was 2 years old.

At trial, it was determined that Lanham and Wells made doctor’s appointments for Addison, but they decided to cancel them and borrow Tylenol from a neighbor in the hotel instead. Who knew Tylenol was such a wonder drug it could heal sepsis, a broken leg, sexual assault, sodomy, and hair loss!

Wells’ bags were packed and he was gone before police arrived. He was picked up a short time later at a nearby gas station and charged with failing to register as a sex offender.

Before being charged, Lanham went on the defensive and conducted several local news interviews which can be found here:

http://www.gastongazette.com/video/?videoId=1070855210001&lineupId=1155327132&play=now

Much of the account of the child’s death came not only from neighbors but from Lanham and Wells. Each of the defendants offered details and agreed to testify against the other. Funny how Shanna put her boyfriend above her child’s life, but not over her precious hide!

Shanna Lanham took a plea for second degree murder-only nine years to 11½ years in prison. Then she is free to breed and kill again.

Jason Wells was sentenced to 10 years to 13 years in prison. His conviction also includes baby-sitting for a child while being a sex offender. His attorney, Cindy Letorney, asked that Wells be kept separate from Addison’s biological father who is also incarcerated at Central Prison in Raleigh. Hopefully, someone will forget about the last part and make them roomies.

Pop quiz time. If your child steals from his sibling, what do you do?
a) Deprive him of television.
b) Deprive him of video games.
c) Deprive him of toys.
d) Deprive him of the necessities of life.

Unhappily for 10-year-old Jonathan James, his f*cktard father Michael Ray James and his hellbeast stepmother Tina Maria Alberson chose option (d).

After accusing this loving, good-natured boy of taking guitar strings from a sibling, this pair of murderous morons decided to punish him by making him stand at the window of a room that lacked air conditioning. What’s bad about that? They made him stand there for five days. In the full sunshine. With degrees reaching 106°F. Without water. For five days. No water.

Jonathan’s twin brother Joseph knew he was getting sick. He knew Jonathan needed water, and he was only 10. How could Michael James and Tina Alberson not know? They knew. Living in Dallas, Texas they knew about heat, yet they deprived this young boy of water to the point of death and beyond.

Damn them to hell.

Jonathan dreaded his court-ordered visit with his father and stepmother. He had called his grandma Sue Shotwell in late June to tell her he was afraid. He wanted to live with her instead. He told her, “I know I’m going to be in trouble while I’m there because I always am.”

But court-ordered visits are court-ordered visits, and there was nothing to be done but allow the boys to spend the summer with that monstrous pair in their Red Bird home.

There had previously been complaints and investigations against both Michael Ray James and Tina Maria Alberson but nothing that resulted in charges or the removal of the children from their home.

Grandma Sue Shotwell never heard from Jonathan again. The next time she saw him he was unconscious and dying in hospital.

“I told him I loved him,” she said. “He was precious, and I told him where he was going.”

It was later that she learned what had happened to him. The world would learn what had happened.

Jonathan’s fraternal twin Joseph, the poor kid, witnessed the torture and death of his brother.

“They put an X on the floor and an X on the window and the sun was coming straight through it and there was no air conditioning there,” explained Joseph.

Joseph had wanted to help, he had wanted to offer water, but he was afraid.

“But I didn’t do nothing because I would get in trouble. I wanted to do something, I just did, but I couldn’t.”

And Joseph was right to fear the wrath of those monsters.

“The day that he died, they made him eat a PBJ, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and the peanut butter got stuck in his throat and they still wouldn’t let him have water,” continued Joseph.

Finally Jonathan collapsed and hit his head on the floor.

“When we picked him up and leaned him over the kitchen chair he was shaking and moaning,” said Joseph. “I couldn’t do nothing about it because if I said something I would end up getting in trouble too.”

10-Year-Old Victim’s Twin Wanted to Help: MyFoxDFW.com

So what did the brilliant pair of f*cktards do? Michael Ray James and Tina Maria Alberson decided to put him in an ice cold bath. Much too little much too late.

Next they lied and told the medics and the doctors that he’d been feeling ill for a number of days and they had been cooling him off in the tub. The boy was dying and they refused to tell the doctors what had really happened!

Shortly after his arrival to hospital and the goodbye kiss from Grandma Sue, young Jonathan James was dead.

Gone was the fun-loving cub scout, the student of the month, the loving brother, son and grandson. Gone forever for no good reason.

Michael Ray James and Tina Maria Alberson were charged with injury to a child causing serious bodily injury. Apparently it’s an easier charge to prove than murder and carries the same penalty — 99 years in prison. But you know and I know they are guilty of murdering a fine young boy.

I pray that Joseph James has a good future and feels no guilt over what was out totally beyond his control.

And I trust that Michael Ray James and Tina Maria Alberson will rot in hell after a lifelong stint of rotting in jail. Good riddance to the pair of hellbeasts!

Teachers are supposed to help your children grow and develop their learning skills and hone in on their talents and social skills. Not 61-year-old Third grade teacher Mark Berndt. His thirty-year experience at Miramonte Elementary School gave new meaning the word experience.

When I sent my only child to kindergarten on what was going to be the glorious first day, I followed the bus all the way to the school and my child said “Mom, geez did you have to go all the way to school? My friends from pre-school were yelling, ‘Hey! Isn’t that your mom?’”

I read this site often and well it has not made me less observant, less suspicious or less cautious. On the contrary, I am an overprotective bear. I distinctly remembered my third grade. It was the year I met my best friend. That friendship has now spanned decades. Therefore, when I found out that this man lived in the same city as her I had to find out if one of her or her immediate family’s children might have fallen prey to this monster.

Well lucky for her the school is located elsewhere from the city of Torrance where this man lived. If I could have notated the address I might have written the address here. Unfortunately, he does live in her city but is in jail on a $2.3 million dollar bond. (That is not going to get him out on a teacher’s salary.)

The children who however have attended the Miramonte Elementary School in Miramonte, California this year or the last thirty years probably were not so lucky. Miramonte Elementary School is in an unincorporated area of South Los Angeles. Miramonte serves a poor, mainly Hispanic neighborhood. More than half of its approximately 1,400 students are still learning English, according to the school’s website.

The perversion here is disgusting so WARNING; the weak stomach and weak hearted please adjust your reading material back to Bambi.

Mr. Berndt was fired a year ago until the investigation could be completed. Completed it was. It seems that Mr. Berndt had a sort of show and tell with the children blindfolded. And he took photos.

Berndt is seen in the photos submitted to authorities by alarmed and alert processing company employees. A statement from the sheriff’s department noted that “the photographs depicted girls with what appeared to be a blue plastic spoon, filled with an unknown clear/white liquid substance, up to their mouths as if they were going to ingest the substance.”

That liquid substance was, yep you guessed it, semen. Berndt allegedly told the children they would be playing “a game.”

Sheriff’s Lt. Carlos Marquez of the Special Victims Bureau said it was determined the children were given semen on a spoon or on a cookie. Investigators recovered a blue plastic spoon and empty container from the trash in the suspects classroom. The items tested positive for semen, and DNA proved it to be Mark Berndt’s according to the sheriff’s department.

None of the photos showed the students actually eating the semen, but Marquez said the children reported they did not like the taste.

It brought mind the movie Silence of the Lambs. Quoting James “Buffalo Bill” Gumb, “it puts the lotion on its skin” and Dr Hannibal Lecter, “I ate his liver with some Fava beans and rice and a nice Chianti.” By a raise of hands, how many out there think he tried other substances beside this? (I know you all raised your hands too!)

There were also photos of children with large live Madagascar-type cockroaches or otherwise called Hissing Cockroaches, on their faces and mouths.” Gross!

Mark Berndt is accused of felony molestation involving 23 children ages 7 to 10 years old between 2008 and 2010, according to sheriff’s investigators. The police department so far have located 26 victims and have interviewed 80 others, but remember he has been teaching 30 years and that is just one year’s worth. You do the math. They are hoping other step forward that have been victimized. These felonies include gagging, blindfolding and forced ingestion, just to mention a few.

Sheriff’s Special Victims Bureau detectives recovered another 250 additional photos from the film processing business. California has a law that requires film processors to turn in any suspected child abuse pictures. A note to the film processors: No that was not cough medicine and fake bugs for Hallowe’en you were seeing. In addition, the children were not depicting mimes for 3rd grade with tape over their mouths.

Police say they have also discovered a DVD depicting adult sexual “bondage,” which investigators say mirrored the bondage-type pictures of the children. The children were pictured with blindfolds and gags and Mr. Berndt had his hand over their mouths. The investigation began in October 2010 when Berndt turned in a role of 35-mm film to be processed, authorities said.

Finally! At least one of the processing companies did follow the law and turned in the photos to police in 2010. Another 100 photographs that were not turned in were found in his home by the police department. Naughty, naughty to the photo processors that did not turn him in. It might have saved some victims the torture and molestation they endured until someone did the right thing.

Another thing, imagine also you as a parent or brother and sister and what you would feel after the police had told you what had happened to your child and that it would be suggested that they be tested for sexual transmitted diseases? I feel like the only justice for criminals is to let the punishment FIT the crime. I mean really FIT it. A death for a death and rape for a rape etc. When you cannot fit it exactly then improvise. A child rape is like a brutal rape for the perpetrator daily until they are dead. I could go on and on if I had time. Taking a child’s innocence from them is so terrible. Like virginity, it will never be restored. If anyone deserves hell, this person does.

The Los Angeles Unified School District agreed last June to pay about $40,000 to settle its dismissal case against former Miramonte Elementary teacher Mark Berndt. The District had dismissed him on the grounds of unprofessional conduct, immoral conduct and evident unfitness for service. Berndt fought the dismissal. The District finally agreed to pay Berndt nearly $24,000 in backpay from the date of his suspension, allowing him to retain his lifetime health-benefits. He also received $16,000 to pay his legal fees. Subsequently Berndt resigned his teaching position.

Mark Berndt has been charged with 23 counts of lewd conduct. He could face multiple life sentences if convicted. To read more, click here.

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.