Sydney Teerhuis-Moar is a killer. He became a killer in July 2003 at the age of 33. Sydney Teerhuis-Moar is also a fame whore. Probably has always been one. So being the pathetic POS attention-seeker he is, he could not resist turning his one act of murder into the spectacle of spectacles. He had to out-Ripper Jack the Ripper. He had to transform his victim, the hapless Robin Greene, from a living breathing man with family and friends into a macabre display of grotesquery and gore. All Robin Greene was to Sydney Teerhuis-Moar was a “human trophy.”
Sadly, Robin Greene will be mostly remembered as the chopped up guy in the bathtub. He deserved better.
I read a statistic yesterday, a very upsetting and horrible statistic. Every 17 minutes a woman in Canada is raped. That just boggles my itty bitty female mind, it truly does, so I just had to do the math. OMG, that awful statistic translates into 30,917 rapes per year. That is 30,917 times Canadian women are violently attacked and sexually violated every year.
As bad as that number is that is not the worst statistic. It is far worse that nearly 94% of these rapes are not even reported to police. That’s right, 94% of victims even after they’ve been overpowered, threatened, probably beaten and then forcefully penetrated by some loathsome hellbeast refuse to step into the arena of the criminal and justice system in Canada.
When I was 29 years old, I was a single mom to two rambunctious, misbehaved, humorous, silly boys. My ex husband left for prison when I was two months pregnant with my youngest to serve a ten year sentence for involuntary manslaughter.
To say I had struggles would be putting it lightly. To say I was depressed, hopeless, and feeling completely undeserving of the two little souls I was given to nurture and teach to become men would be a complete gloss over. But, as much of a douche bag as my ex husband was, he never raised a hand to me, beat me, or raped me. Unfortunately, Rachel Susan Miller was not so lucky.
This lovely woman sporting a not-so-stylish orange jumpsuit is Jessica Blackham. You can guess from her lack of makeup, messy hair, dark circles under her eyes and general prison-like appearance that she’s not very happy lately. And, of course, the fact that you’re reading about her on People You’ll See In Hell.
I wouldn’t imagine Jessica Blackham is very happy at all considering she can possibly spend the next 30 years of her life rotting in jail (she’s 25 now, do the math). Can you imagine a woman in her 20s being very happy that she may spend her last young years in the slammer?
What for, you probably wonder? Well, it depends on who you ask. If you ask Jessica Blackham herself, she’ll claim she has no idea and doesn’t remember.
When Bill Mullins-Johnson went to bed on June 26, 1993, he never dreamed that in a few hours his life would become a nightmare. He awoke to his sister-in-law’s screams and, racing upstairs to his little niece’s bedroom, he found four-year-old Valin’s lifeless body in her bed. He and his brother tried to revive her but it was too late. Little Valin was dead.
The police arrived and began asking questions. Bill told them truthfully he lived with his brother’s family and that he had babysat Valin the night before. This made him Suspect #1, and within 12 hours of finding his niece’s body Bill was charged with first-degree murder.
I was spanked only once in my life by my parents, and I was apparently so brokenhearted about it that they never spanked me again. My mother used to say that she had only to give me a stern look and I’d cry. In my childhood home closets were for hanging clothes in, belts were to hold your trousers up, and chains were to go on your tires in winter. The same could not be said for the home of John and Linda Dollar.
I daresay that the spacious house in Florida they lived in was not a home. It would be far more accurate to call it a torture chamber. Not of course for John and Linda Dollar, but certainly for five of their eight children.
TENNESSEE COUNTY EXPANDS ITS DIVISIVE SUBSCRIPTION FIRE POLICY
from the article by Carmen K. Sisson – TIME.com
Tempers flared inside a northwestern Tennessee courtroom Monday night as residents and local firefighters argued about the expansion of a local subscription-only fire-department policy, one that has ignited debate across the country. Three weeks ago, an elderly couple in Obion County, Tennessee, lost their trailer and four pets when firefighters refused to extinguish the conflagration. The trailer was located in a rural section of the county that does not have its own fire department, so five surrounding municipalities respond as needed, with three others responding only to subscribers. Gene and Pauline Cranick had forgotten to pay an annual $75 subscription fee for rural fire protection — so the South Fulton Fire Department helped only the Cranicks’ neighbors, who were paid subscribers.
Some people are not worthy of the energy I burn typing the keys to write my articles.
Scott and Jennifer Petkov are two of those people.
You see, when Jennifer Petkov sent a text message to the grandmother of young Kathleen Edward, asking if her own children could come to Kathleen’s birthday party, and the grandmother didn’t reply quickly enough for Jennifer’s liking, that’s when the shit hit the fan.
Apparently, this was such a slight, such a slap in the face, that Jennifer Petkov went from a seemingly normal neighbor to, for lack of a better term, a psycho bitch from hell.
Now remember, this didn’t happen a few days ago, or a few weeks ago. This horrible incident of public humiliation happened THREE YEARS AGO.