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Reason First: Privatize the DMV, Now
Is it really a surprise that a government run agency like the Department of Motor Vehicle (DMV) would see corruption amongst its ranks? 29-year-old Danielle Haldeman and Michelet Pouloute, 40, defrauded the Delaware DMV by issuing false driver’s licenses. The two have both pleaded guilty of their crimes, Haldeman for one count of bribery and one count of misdemeanor misconduct. Pouloute pleaded guilty to one count of felony bribery.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Criminal
‘Pennyworth’: S01.E09. “Alma Coogan”
With only one episode remaining of the current season, the created Batman prequel series Pennyworth edges ever closer to the season finale. The ninth episode, the Rob Bailey-directed “Alma Coogan,” picks up the story shortly after events depicted in the previous installment.
By Shain Thomas6 years ago in Criminal
The Christmas Angel
Christmas is supposed to be fun and full of excitement, but for one family, it only brings heartache. It was Christmas Eve when Calab was on his way to see his friends, looking at the Christmas trees that were adorned with brightly lit bulbs in bold colors and could be seen through the blinds in most of the homes along Riverside Drive in Evansville, Indiana. The air was crisp, and Calab was thankful for the ride from his brother-in-law, Richie Rivera, to see his friends at Woodland Park Apartments. Nobody knew that would be the last time Calab would see the lights on the Christmas trees or celebrate Christmas, or any other holiday with his family and friends. Nobody knew that before night's end, Calab would be dead, the victim of a single bullet wound to the head. In what seems to be normal practice, The Evansville Police Department called the death "suspicious", but little has been done to find out what happened to Calab Luckett.
By Phoenixx Fyre Dean6 years ago in Criminal
Missing or Murdered?
Every forty seconds a child goes missing in the United States. Most of the time, that missing child isn't missing after all, but has made his or her way to a friend or relative's house without the knowledge of the parent or guardian. Sometimes though, the unthinkable happens, and despite all of the precautions that may be in place, a child disappears. It is especially troubling when a child that is unable to care for themselves goes missing. Such is the case of eight-month-old Amiah Josaphine Leann Robertson from Indianapolis, Indiana.
By Phoenixx Fyre Dean6 years ago in Criminal
‘Suits’: S09.E09. “Thunder Away”
Did you catch the serie's penultimate episode? It’s the perfect setup for the series finale. Harvey Specter's (Gabriel Macht) families, both his personal and professional families, are falling apart as Suits nears the end. At the close of the previous episode, Donna Paulsen (Sarah Rafferty) had the unenviable task of delivering the sad news to Harvey that his mother, Lily (Brynn Thayer), had died of a heart attack.
By Shain Thomas6 years ago in Criminal
Suicide Square (Pt. 4)
~ Chapter Seven ~ I’m driving now; the powerful reverberation of the 365 hp, 460 cubic inch engine stuffed under the hood of the Lincoln and the winding leaf and snow littered roads of south central Massachusetts, cold, dark, and vacant; provides brief, sporadic moments of quietude as the memories of the chaotic events that occurred earlier in Auburn quickly fade, only to be overwhelmingly replaced and drowned out by the deafening clamor of a mind possessed by an ungovernable rage, a rage that rises up within me without warning like volcanic bile. A rage inspired by very particular life experiences and behaviors, and which took on a life of its own. Toxic, unimpeded, and unhindered, my rage easily and quite readily transfers from one thought to the next, from topic to topic and ultimately from person to person; impacting all relationships with others. My rage is a highly skilled and masterful predator. I am the meal on which it insatiably feeds; it is the overwhelming and oft times devastating burden I place upon others. Critical, judgmental and extremely protective of me, it manifests itself in a variety of forms; from abject emotional, verbal, and physical violence to sheer inner terror and unsurmountable panic, anxiety, and stress. Ultimately and eventually, it subsides into a profound and profuse state of shame and guilt over being in such an untenable and uncontrollable mental condition and a great sadness over what it all means.
By J.K. Chenevert, BSCJ, CPS6 years ago in Criminal
Reason First: Thought over Fear
With the spate of mass shootings in the United States over the past decade, the First State got a false alarm that seemed all too real to staff and students. The Delaware State University campus received a lock down notice after text messages proclaiming that a shooter or shooters would be on the premises. Multiple police agencies swept the campus in search of a gunman but found no weapons, reported no injuries or fatalities, or anything suspicious. What all this spells is that fear is still a token of lowlifes.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Criminal
Suicide Square (Pt. 3)
~ Chapter Four ~ “Suicide Square,” in its day, was a remarkable cacophony of engineering idiotcracy that was a true sight to behold, never mind attempt to maneuver across safely. Imagine, if you can, six intersecting streets consisting of: a freeway on ramp, a freeway off ramp, two major arteries and two secondary streets all converging, intersecting, like knife slices in a pie, into this kind of free-for-all, demolition derby-like madness called Kelly Square. No signs, no traffic lights, no islands, no rotaries, no directions, no suggestions… just fucking drive… or don’t… but if ya don’t, you are liable to get plowed into or run the fuck over, so just drive… and pray, if you are so inclined. My mom, back in the day, closed her eyes and floored the goddamn gas to get from one side to the other… no shit. She scared the living shit out of me every time she drove, truth be told. And it was here… at ‘Suicide’ Square… I decided in a flash of highly questionable genius or not so questionable stupidity, where I intended to lose those two Worcester cops, at about 80 mph or so… and for a brief second, I wondered… do they have the balls to try the same thing?
By J.K. Chenevert, BSCJ, CPS6 years ago in Criminal
Suicide Square (Pt. 2)
Part One ~ Chapter One ~ “No society can understand itself without looking at its shadow side.” ~ Dr. Gabor Maté ~ So… where to begin. There are periods of my life that are an absolute blur. Some are a total blank. Pieces, fragments and streams of memories collide into others. Dark moments that haunt mercilessly and others that are illuminated by the brightest, purest of lights. I guess, I’ll try to find some continuity and just pick a day that is vivid and crisp in memory and we’ll start from there… Let’s see… December… the winter of 1975… I remember it was cold and windy but sunny when this day began. As I walked the streets, the wind whipped at my face, as I tried to move faster through the run-down and tattered neighborhoods of Worcester’s Main South. The wind, gusty and constant, forced my head down, deeply between my shoulders, causing me to walk a little faster for an instant; like I had somewhere to be or a hope of getting out of the fuckin’ cold any time soon. Thing is, on this day, like many before and many still to come, I hadn’t slept in days, can’t remember when I last ate and didn’t have anywhere to go to escape the cold and bone-chilling wind. I am, instead, walking along the steel grey, granite sidewalks of Worcester, Massachusetts, in nothing but a dungaree jacket and a pair of sneakers, freezing, at Christmastime, with a screwdriver in my pocket, looking for a car to steal to provide me with a warm, safe, isolated, place to spend the night. I had been living on the streets for a while now and when I wasn’t locked up or later on, too high to feel or care about anything, most days typically ended the same way; with me terrified, unable to think cohesively or unable to stop the maddening, racing thoughts that tore through my mind incessantly or escape the feeling of desperation of needing somewhere, anywhere, that felt safe….
By J.K. Chenevert, BSCJ, CPS6 years ago in Criminal
My Review of 'Road to Perdition'
Road to Perdition came out back in 2002. I'm not sure why I didn't go watch it when it first came out. I think it may have had to do with all of the quality movies that were coming out around that time. Look back at the lineup, and you'll see a lot of classics in there.
By Brian Anonymous6 years ago in Criminal
Reason First: What Is the Root of All Shootings in Wilmington, Delaware?
As Wilmington police investigate what looks like yet another shooting in the city sometimes called “Killmington, Hellaware,” it is easy to say that the firearm discharges are due to a spat, turf war, or drug deal gone wrong. The root of all of this madness is irrationalism. Unthinking factions roam the streets, filled with emotion and armed to the teeth. With just a minor exchange of words in a disagreement or maybe a misunderstanding, the guns are drawn. Only in a city as small as Wilmington, in a state as small as Delaware are these cases amplified due to the relatively low number of citizens who occupy the First State in the Union, and the “Place to be Somebody.”
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Criminal
