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URGENT: Top 10 Most Dangerous Criminals Still On The Loose
In America, there is a list kept by the F.B.I. (Federal Bureau of Investigations) that name the Top 10 Most Wanted Fugitives still at large to this day. This list is kept public so that if anyone knows the whereabouts of one of these people, it is strongly suggested that you contact local law enforcement to help protect you and also your fellow American citizens. This program relies heavily on the assistance of citizens and the media. Publicity from coast to coast and around the world is important.
By Dylan P. McShera5 years ago in Criminal
10 of The Longest Prison Sentences Ever Handed Down
10. Thomas Halliday Kicking off our list and we delve into the case of despicable Thomas Halliday, an 87 year old man who was convicted of 234 counts of sexual abuse, creating and possessing child pornography, abusing a teenage girl for four years and filming and photographing the abuse.
By Vidello Productions5 years ago in Criminal
'The Trial of the Chicago 7' Review—Absolutely Gripping
I have spent hours trying to come up with a good opening joke to begin my review, but I can't come up with anything funny. Therefore, I'm just going to leave you with this: "you can't handle the truth!" Did you laugh? Yeah, I know. I'll start the review.
By Jonathan Sim5 years ago in Criminal
The perfect storm
Hello everyone! Happy Spooktober. I can't believe that it's already mid-October and Halloween is already around the corner. I decided to write a thriller type of story that I had a dream about a few months back. Before I start this story, just wanted to disclose that all names used aside from my own have been changed for the privacy and respect of those involved.
By Pearl Choe5 years ago in Criminal
After the rain
After the rain the city smelled not of hope, nor spring- this city was not like most cities, instead it smelled of death, decay. Its odour reflected the inhabitant. Junkies, prostitutes and desperate working classes struggling for survival within invisible borders.
By Dorrie Mack5 years ago in Criminal
Caged Human Equals Caged Animal
Abstract Prison and jail life creates psychological strain that brings out primal animalistic behaviors that are meant to be survival instincts. In this paper I will be evaluating the film Gangs in Prison National Geographic Documentary. I hope to convey the internal infrastructure and subculture that exists within our own society and show what we allow to transpire within the walls of a jail or prison. This study will show the behaviors of inmates versus the guards as well as the practices of everyday life inside the walls of the Santa Rita Jail. This documentary covers the daily activities of the guards and inmates at Santa Rita Jail in California. It shows how the guards have to study the inmates constantly in order to figure out who is in what gang, and what gang is more likely to be problematic. Cameras take us through the facility and show us guard posts, cells, daily lives and activities, as well as the illegal activities of the prisoners and the retaliation of the guards. Within the walls of a jail we see behaviors and practices that bring up questions like:
By W.S. Klass5 years ago in Criminal
Drugs, Girls, Crime, Prison, University & Near Deaths (DGCPUND) Part 3
READ PART 1 & 2 BEFORE THIS... I must have underestimated the impact of the criminal record. I thought due to the sales experience I had just picked up opportunities would come by easily. That was not the case unfortunately. I attended several interviews, non commission based roles most of which found the 1 criminal record under my name a high risk. They would inform me a week later that I didn't get the job, that they had found "more suited employees with relevant work experience". I didn't want to go back to commission work. I needed some stability and relaxation in my life. That job was taking up most of my energy, I wanted a guaranteed income weekly instead of unpredictability. In sales you couldn't afford having a bad day, so when I would get into an argument with my mum or a girl I was seeing at the time, my performance would degrade. Meaning I made less when I wasn't positive or had to deal with shit in life. Instead, I found myself unemployed chilling with one of my closest friends doing pretty much nothing. We would drive around the area listening to music and get high. Linking up with the boys in the night and getting back home in the early hours of the morning. Yes...it was fun at times but I needed to get my life back on track. He would be selling some weed on the side and worked full time. I was out of work recording songs with a budget studio at my mothers house. Dreaming about mansions, luxuries and girls, wondering if I would make it one day. Just dreaming, not really heading towards it. Maybe I should have saved some of the money I had made from sales. I had spent nearly all of it on weed, food and gambling. A bad habit I had carried with me from childhood. Risking my income with the hopes of doubling my money. That rarely was the case, more times I would lose to greed. Wanting to win unrealistic amounts and not understanding the psychology behind it. The house always wins no matter what. I rarely prayed or looked to god for answers. Something I use to do in prison. I found myself at a very low point in life again and if it wasn't for my close friends, girls and boys, I would have completely gone off the rails. They supported me a lot mentally. The assistant owner of the company invited me to her house again. She was staying in Canary Wharf and her fiancé was at work. I told myself nothing sexual this time I didn't want that on my conscience. Besides, I needed her more for finding employment than anything else. We ate the food she ordered and spoke about finding me a job. She said I was always welcome to go back to the sales role, but I had other plans. A few months passed and my mental state was degrading. I was in my room one day listening to an instrumental and trying to write a song. All of a sudden I heard a deep voice in my head. I couldn't make out the words but it was scary as fuck. Was I going crazy? What the fuck was that? I felt really scared and my heart was beating incredibly fast. I could barely breathe. I left the room and told my mum I wasn't feeling well. "Did you smoke weed again? That is going to give you a heart attack!" she shouted. That made things much worse and I begged her to call an ambulance. It wasn't the weed, I had smoked that shit for over a decade. This was something else. "Please mum call the ambulance I don't feel well...hurry please" I screamed. She looked really worried but told me to calm down. She got me a glass of water with sugar cubes. "Drink this your blood pressure has fallen" she said as she passed me the glass. I was starting to fade out it was very unusual. I tried drinking the water but it wasn't helping. Fucking hell I am going to die! I couldn't stand or sit properly. I felt really dizzy and my chest was hurting. I could feel my heart beating really fast. When the ambulance arrived they ran an ECG of my heart. A device with wires and stickers they use to scan your heart beat. The guy looked scared and told me that we had to go into hospital. "Your heart is beating incredibly fast but the rhythm seems normal. We have to go in for further checks" he said somewhat confused. I am going to die, I know it. This guy don't even know anything! Just hurry...please. On the way to the hospital on the ambulance I felt even worse. I was struggling to take in any air. He asked my worried mother if we had any history of heart disease in the family. "No...no one has had any heart attacks or any issues before" she replied nervously. I had my phone in my pocket and it was ringing, I could feel it vibrating. Fuck whoever it was...I didn't want to answer. When we arrived to the hospital the nurse saw me straight away. She measured my heart beat and circled a red box on her sheet. That made me panic even more. Was I really going to die? Please god not yet I ain't even lived. I kept praying in my head and asking him to keep me alive. At that moment I felt like that was it.
By Ali Elyas Shahali5 years ago in Criminal
Disappeared, Still Missing
Earlier this month, my grandmother stopped by my house. She's doing this whole end-of-my-life thing where she's cleaning out anything and everything and giving away the things she doesn't think she's going to need anymore. She's old. She knows what comes next. She handed me a cheery box of holiday decorations and sat down at my table. She asked me, with tears in her eyes, to please not give up on my grandpa's disappearance. So here I am. Help me find him, maybe?
By Dani Wolking5 years ago in Criminal
5 Things to Consider When Hiring a Personal Injury Lawyer
When hiring a personal injury lawyer, you are putting your trust in someone who specializes in an area known as tort law and look out for your best interests. The decision to choose a personal injury attorney is similar to other major life decisions or investments.
By Lawyers Directory USA5 years ago in Criminal
