Written by Blueghost1
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?’”
Written by Tiffany
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 most dangerous time in a woman’s life is when she breaks up with her abusive husband or boyfriend. And not surprisingly, the biggest danger to her life is said husband or boyfriend. Iliada (Lois) Zois found this out on Christmas day, 2007. That is the day that her hellbeast common-law husband Nana Yaw decided she could not live without him.
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.
Almost all human beings struggle against being selfish. Almost all. But then there are those hellbeasts in human form who don’t struggle at all against their selfish urges. They have succumbed to their selfish entitlements, their needs, their impulses. They do whatever they want to do because they want to do it. And woe betide anyone who is vulnerable to their pathological selfishness and malevolent evil.
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.
I love babies. I love the way they feel and smell and sound and look. I turn to mush when I see a baby, and have even learned to say in Mandarin, “Your baby is adorable,” and, “Your child is beautiful.” Alas, I was never blessed with a child but get such joy from the babies of friends and relatives. So it is incomprehensible to me that a uterus-owner like Melissa Alexander can exist and breed. I refuse to consider her a mother.
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.
Not every hellbeast is American or Canadian. In point of fact, there are some terrible ones in Britain. The specific hellbeasts I am now exposing to the light of day are Colin Blanchard, Vanessa George, Angela Allen, Tracy Lyons and Tracy Dawber. These five denizens of hell have something especially revolting in common — their ceaseless passion for raping babies.
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.
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Colin Blanchard, Vanessa George, Angela Allen, Tracy Lyons, Tracy Dawber
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The name Hannibal Lecter is likely familiar to most people as a fictional character who enjoyed eating people. The name Omaima Aree Nelson is likely not so familiar to people. She is a real person who enjoyed eating … her husband.
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.
Don’t you just hate it when, after you go through all the effort to kill your wife and bury her body, your own damn dog digs up the corpse? Michael Adamson knows what that’s like.
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.”