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2023.06.08 13:58 ape_hus The Only Living US Mass School Shooter Who Is Not Incarcerated
Today, we're diving into a chilling chapter of American history that shook a small town to its core. Grab a seat and buckle up because we're about to explore the haunting events surrounding the 1998 Westside Middle School shooting and how one of the perpetrators remains the only living American mass school shooter who is not incarcerated.
Before I get into this, I have a small favour to ask. This write up took a lot of time to research and is actually a script for my latest video. I was told by a someone to post it on reddit, and I would hugely appreciate it if you watched the video version instead. If you do not want to, or prefer reading, if you would you just like the video instead, so I know that people are enjoying my content. (Channel link is in bio) Okay, that is enough talk for now. Time to get right into it.
March 24, 1998, Jonesboro, Arkansas. A sleepy town nestled in the heart of the Bible Belt, known for its close-knit community and traditional values. But on that fateful day, darkness pierced the tranquillity, leaving an indelible mark on the town's history. Two young individuals, 13-year-old Mitchell Johnson and 11-year-old Andrew Golden, armed themselves and set in motion a plan that would unleash unimaginable horror. Their actions would forever alter the lives of those in their path. As the sun set on that grim night, a plan fuelled by darkness and malice was set into motion. Andrew Golden and Mitchell Johnson, armed with a disturbing arsenal of stolen weapons, loaded their mother's Dodge Caravan with camping supplies, snacks, and a chilling stash of firepower.
On the morning of March 24, 1998, the stage was set for the unimaginable. Deliberately missing their bus, the boys arrived late at Westside Middle School, concealed within the van. Moments later, chaos was unleashed. Pulling the fire alarm during fifth period, Andrew Golden ignited panic throughout the school. While his accomplice, Mitchell Johnson, seized the opportunity and disappeared into the nearby woods with the stolen weapons. As students and teachers streamed out of the school, confusion reigned. The initial moments were fraught with disbelief and uncertainty. The sound of gunfire pierced the air, shattering the innocence of that ordinary day. The horror unfolded as the boys opened fire on their unsuspecting classmates and educators. Reports emerged of desperate cries for help, mingling with the echoes of gunshots.
Amidst the chaos, acts of courage and selflessness emerged. Teacher Shannon Wright fearlessly shielded a wounded student with her own body, embodying the spirit of protection and sacrifice. Other students bravely guided their injured peers back inside the school's gymnasium, even as bullets ricocheted off the walls and bricks around them. Tragically, the lives of four students and one heroic teacher were senselessly cut short. Shannon Wright, Stephanie Johnson (no relation to Mitchell Johnson), Natalie Brooks, Paige Ann Herring, and Brittney Varner—each name a stark reminder of the human toll exacted by this heinous act. In the wake of the carnage, as the wounded fought for survival, the authorities moved swiftly.
Within a mere ten minutes, the police apprehended Golden and Johnson, preventing their escape and securing the van loaded with chilling evidence. The scale of the devastation became apparent—nine students and one teacher wounded, their lives forever marked by physical and emotional scars. Among them was Tristan McGowan, Andrew Golden's own cousin, a stark reminder of the tangled webs woven by tragedy. As the dust settled on the harrowing events of the Westside Middle School shooting, the legal system sought justice for the lives lost and shattered. Mitchell Johnson and Andrew Golden, among the youngest individuals ever charged with murder in the United States, faced a trial that would determine their fate.
During the trial, Johnson, with a heavy heart, expressed remorse and read a letter of apology to the families of the victims. He claimed that he had not intended to target anyone specifically, offering a glimpse into the complexities of his troubled mind. While awaiting trial, Johnson also penned a letter that revealed his deep sadness and offered prayers for the victims and their families. It conveyed a desire for people to someday know the "real" Mitchell, hinting at the layers of a troubled young soul hidden beneath the surface. Due to their age, Johnson and Golden were tried as juveniles. Found guilty of five counts of murder, they were sentenced to confinement until they reached the age of 21, the maximum sentence allowed by Arkansas law at the time. The severity of their actions prompted public outcry, with many calling for harsher penalties for juvenile offenders. Prosecutors acknowledged that, if not for their age, they would have sought the death penalty. However, the limitations of the law meant that the punishment did not align with the gravity of the crime.
Johnson and Golden were transferred to the Arkansas Juvenile Assessment & Treatment Center (AJATC), the state's most secure juvenile facility. There, they would serve their sentences, awaiting the day when they would be released back into society. August 11, 2005, marked Mitchell Johnson's 21st birthday—the day he was released from the Federal Correctional Institution in Memphis, after spending seven years behind bars. Andrew Golden, too, celebrated his 21st birthday on May 25, 2007, regaining his freedom after serving nine years in prison. Their release stirred debate, reigniting discussions about the appropriate sentencing and rehabilitation of juvenile offenders. The haunting question of whether their confinement truly served justice continues to linger.
Andrew Golden, the perpetrator of a tragic school shooting, lived a secretive life after his release from prison. He applied for a concealed weapon permit under a false name but was denied due to his criminal history. He resided in Missouri and attended college, but his exact whereabouts remain unknown. On July 27, 2019, Andrew Douglas Golden met an untimely demise. As he traveled along U.S. Route 167 in Independence County, Arkansas, a devastating collision occurred. A 2013 Chevrolet Tahoe veered out of its lane, crashing head-on into Golden's 2017 Honda CRV. The collision claimed the lives of both Golden and the driver of the Chevrolet, Daniel Petty of Essex, Missouri. Meanwhile, Golden's wife, another adult, and his son sustained injuries and were transported to hospitals in Little Rock and Batesville. At the time of his tragic death, Golden was residing in Jackson, Missouri, leaving behind a legacy entwined with pain and the profound consequences of his past actions.
Mitchell Johnson, once entangled in the devastating Westside Middle School shooting, found himself mired in legal troubles in the years that followed. A series of incidents painted a troubling picture of a life marred by criminal behavior and addiction. It all began on January 1, 2007, when Johnson was arrested during a routine traffic stop in Fayetteville, Arkansas. The authorities discovered a loaded pistol and 21.2 grams of marijuana in his possession. Johnson, accompanied by the driver Justin Trammell, who himself had a dark past, was taken into custody. Johnson's subsequent legal journey unfolded with twists and turns. He was indicted by a federal grand jury in October 2007 for possessing a firearm while using or addicted to a controlled substance. Despite maintaining his innocence, Johnson was found guilty after a trial in January 2008. However, legal troubles continued to plague him. In a disheartening turn of events, just days after his conviction, Johnson was arrested again, this time for possession of marijuana and suspicion of using a stolen credit card. The pattern of illegal behavior persisted, casting a shadow over any hope of redemption. In September 2008, Johnson faced sentencing for the weapon and drug charges. US District Judge Jimm Larry Hendren expressed disappointment, remarking that Johnson had squandered the opportunity to reform. Johnson received a four-year prison sentence.
However, Johnson's legal woes were far from over. On October 7, 2008, he pleaded guilty to a felony theft charge and misdemeanor possession of marijuana, admitting to stealing a debit card and using it to purchase a meal at a local Burger King. As a result, he received an additional sentence of 12 years. The legal system continued to render judgment upon Johnson. In January 2009, he was sentenced to six more years in prison for charges of theft by receiving and financial identity fraud, stemming from his use of the stolen card. Circuit Judge William Storey expressed hope that this would mark the end of Johnson's criminal path. The combined state sentences amounted to a total of 18 years for Johnson. However, his journey through the justice system was not yet complete. In February 2010, the Arkansas Supreme Court granted Johnson leave to appeal his sentence, asserting that evidence of his juvenile convictions should not have been admitted during the trial.
Ultimately, Johnson served his federal sentence of four years after completing his 18-year state sentence. In July 2015, he was released into the custody of the United States Probation Office for the Southern District of Texas, where he entered a drug rehabilitation program, according to reports. Mitchell Johnson's troubled journey after the Westside Middle School shooting has left an indelible mark on his life and the lives of others. Today, he stands as the only living American mass school shooter who is not incarcerated, a fact that raises profound questions about justice and the complexities of our legal system. After serving his time for the tragic events of 1998, Johnson's life took a dark and troubling turn. His subsequent encounters with the law, including weapon possession, drug charges, theft, and identity fraud, painted a picture of ongoing struggles and repeated run-ins with the justice system.
The fact that Mitchell Johnson remains free, while other perpetrators of similar acts are incarcerated, raises challenging ethical and legal debates. It shines a spotlight on the complexities of rehabilitation, punishment, and society's expectations for justice. The case of Mitchell Johnson serves as a sombre reminder of the lasting impact of mass school shootings. It prompts us to reflect on the profound responsibility we bear as a society to prevent such tragedies and to support those affected by them. The legacy of the Westside Middle School shooting will forever haunt the community and the families affected by it. It serves as a constant reminder that we must remain vigilant in our efforts to foster a safer, more compassionate world.
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Before I get into this, I have a small favour to ask. This write up took a lot of time to research and is actually a script for my latest video. I was told by a someone to post it on reddit, and I would hugely appreciate it if you watched the video version instead. If you do not want to, or prefer reading, if you would you just like the video instead, so I know that people are enjoying my content. (Channel link is in bio) Okay, that is enough talk for now. Time to get right into it.
March 24, 1998, Jonesboro, Arkansas. A sleepy town nestled in the heart of the Bible Belt, known for its close-knit community and traditional values. But on that fateful day, darkness pierced the tranquillity, leaving an indelible mark on the town's history. Two young individuals, 13-year-old Mitchell Johnson and 11-year-old Andrew Golden, armed themselves and set in motion a plan that would unleash unimaginable horror. Their actions would forever alter the lives of those in their path. As the sun set on that grim night, a plan fuelled by darkness and malice was set into motion. Andrew Golden and Mitchell Johnson, armed with a disturbing arsenal of stolen weapons, loaded their mother's Dodge Caravan with camping supplies, snacks, and a chilling stash of firepower.
On the morning of March 24, 1998, the stage was set for the unimaginable. Deliberately missing their bus, the boys arrived late at Westside Middle School, concealed within the van. Moments later, chaos was unleashed. Pulling the fire alarm during fifth period, Andrew Golden ignited panic throughout the school. While his accomplice, Mitchell Johnson, seized the opportunity and disappeared into the nearby woods with the stolen weapons. As students and teachers streamed out of the school, confusion reigned. The initial moments were fraught with disbelief and uncertainty. The sound of gunfire pierced the air, shattering the innocence of that ordinary day. The horror unfolded as the boys opened fire on their unsuspecting classmates and educators. Reports emerged of desperate cries for help, mingling with the echoes of gunshots.
Amidst the chaos, acts of courage and selflessness emerged. Teacher Shannon Wright fearlessly shielded a wounded student with her own body, embodying the spirit of protection and sacrifice. Other students bravely guided their injured peers back inside the school's gymnasium, even as bullets ricocheted off the walls and bricks around them. Tragically, the lives of four students and one heroic teacher were senselessly cut short. Shannon Wright, Stephanie Johnson (no relation to Mitchell Johnson), Natalie Brooks, Paige Ann Herring, and Brittney Varner—each name a stark reminder of the human toll exacted by this heinous act. In the wake of the carnage, as the wounded fought for survival, the authorities moved swiftly.
Within a mere ten minutes, the police apprehended Golden and Johnson, preventing their escape and securing the van loaded with chilling evidence. The scale of the devastation became apparent—nine students and one teacher wounded, their lives forever marked by physical and emotional scars. Among them was Tristan McGowan, Andrew Golden's own cousin, a stark reminder of the tangled webs woven by tragedy. As the dust settled on the harrowing events of the Westside Middle School shooting, the legal system sought justice for the lives lost and shattered. Mitchell Johnson and Andrew Golden, among the youngest individuals ever charged with murder in the United States, faced a trial that would determine their fate.
During the trial, Johnson, with a heavy heart, expressed remorse and read a letter of apology to the families of the victims. He claimed that he had not intended to target anyone specifically, offering a glimpse into the complexities of his troubled mind. While awaiting trial, Johnson also penned a letter that revealed his deep sadness and offered prayers for the victims and their families. It conveyed a desire for people to someday know the "real" Mitchell, hinting at the layers of a troubled young soul hidden beneath the surface. Due to their age, Johnson and Golden were tried as juveniles. Found guilty of five counts of murder, they were sentenced to confinement until they reached the age of 21, the maximum sentence allowed by Arkansas law at the time. The severity of their actions prompted public outcry, with many calling for harsher penalties for juvenile offenders. Prosecutors acknowledged that, if not for their age, they would have sought the death penalty. However, the limitations of the law meant that the punishment did not align with the gravity of the crime.
Johnson and Golden were transferred to the Arkansas Juvenile Assessment & Treatment Center (AJATC), the state's most secure juvenile facility. There, they would serve their sentences, awaiting the day when they would be released back into society. August 11, 2005, marked Mitchell Johnson's 21st birthday—the day he was released from the Federal Correctional Institution in Memphis, after spending seven years behind bars. Andrew Golden, too, celebrated his 21st birthday on May 25, 2007, regaining his freedom after serving nine years in prison. Their release stirred debate, reigniting discussions about the appropriate sentencing and rehabilitation of juvenile offenders. The haunting question of whether their confinement truly served justice continues to linger.
Andrew Golden, the perpetrator of a tragic school shooting, lived a secretive life after his release from prison. He applied for a concealed weapon permit under a false name but was denied due to his criminal history. He resided in Missouri and attended college, but his exact whereabouts remain unknown. On July 27, 2019, Andrew Douglas Golden met an untimely demise. As he traveled along U.S. Route 167 in Independence County, Arkansas, a devastating collision occurred. A 2013 Chevrolet Tahoe veered out of its lane, crashing head-on into Golden's 2017 Honda CRV. The collision claimed the lives of both Golden and the driver of the Chevrolet, Daniel Petty of Essex, Missouri. Meanwhile, Golden's wife, another adult, and his son sustained injuries and were transported to hospitals in Little Rock and Batesville. At the time of his tragic death, Golden was residing in Jackson, Missouri, leaving behind a legacy entwined with pain and the profound consequences of his past actions.
Mitchell Johnson, once entangled in the devastating Westside Middle School shooting, found himself mired in legal troubles in the years that followed. A series of incidents painted a troubling picture of a life marred by criminal behavior and addiction. It all began on January 1, 2007, when Johnson was arrested during a routine traffic stop in Fayetteville, Arkansas. The authorities discovered a loaded pistol and 21.2 grams of marijuana in his possession. Johnson, accompanied by the driver Justin Trammell, who himself had a dark past, was taken into custody. Johnson's subsequent legal journey unfolded with twists and turns. He was indicted by a federal grand jury in October 2007 for possessing a firearm while using or addicted to a controlled substance. Despite maintaining his innocence, Johnson was found guilty after a trial in January 2008. However, legal troubles continued to plague him. In a disheartening turn of events, just days after his conviction, Johnson was arrested again, this time for possession of marijuana and suspicion of using a stolen credit card. The pattern of illegal behavior persisted, casting a shadow over any hope of redemption. In September 2008, Johnson faced sentencing for the weapon and drug charges. US District Judge Jimm Larry Hendren expressed disappointment, remarking that Johnson had squandered the opportunity to reform. Johnson received a four-year prison sentence.
However, Johnson's legal woes were far from over. On October 7, 2008, he pleaded guilty to a felony theft charge and misdemeanor possession of marijuana, admitting to stealing a debit card and using it to purchase a meal at a local Burger King. As a result, he received an additional sentence of 12 years. The legal system continued to render judgment upon Johnson. In January 2009, he was sentenced to six more years in prison for charges of theft by receiving and financial identity fraud, stemming from his use of the stolen card. Circuit Judge William Storey expressed hope that this would mark the end of Johnson's criminal path. The combined state sentences amounted to a total of 18 years for Johnson. However, his journey through the justice system was not yet complete. In February 2010, the Arkansas Supreme Court granted Johnson leave to appeal his sentence, asserting that evidence of his juvenile convictions should not have been admitted during the trial.
Ultimately, Johnson served his federal sentence of four years after completing his 18-year state sentence. In July 2015, he was released into the custody of the United States Probation Office for the Southern District of Texas, where he entered a drug rehabilitation program, according to reports. Mitchell Johnson's troubled journey after the Westside Middle School shooting has left an indelible mark on his life and the lives of others. Today, he stands as the only living American mass school shooter who is not incarcerated, a fact that raises profound questions about justice and the complexities of our legal system. After serving his time for the tragic events of 1998, Johnson's life took a dark and troubling turn. His subsequent encounters with the law, including weapon possession, drug charges, theft, and identity fraud, painted a picture of ongoing struggles and repeated run-ins with the justice system.
The fact that Mitchell Johnson remains free, while other perpetrators of similar acts are incarcerated, raises challenging ethical and legal debates. It shines a spotlight on the complexities of rehabilitation, punishment, and society's expectations for justice. The case of Mitchell Johnson serves as a sombre reminder of the lasting impact of mass school shootings. It prompts us to reflect on the profound responsibility we bear as a society to prevent such tragedies and to support those affected by them. The legacy of the Westside Middle School shooting will forever haunt the community and the families affected by it. It serves as a constant reminder that we must remain vigilant in our efforts to foster a safer, more compassionate world.
2023.06.08 13:06 JPAnalyst Forsyth County School Taxes vs Quality of Education (you get what you pay for)
We have all seen post after post on the rising property taxes with folks mentioning 20% increases and $1,000+ increases. I’m also feeling that sticker-shock and didn’t enjoy getting that piece of mail this year. There has been a lot of discussion about the school budget, and some data going around about our school taxes per home and per person, the increases relative to growth, the salary of the superintendent, etc. It’s all good and relevant information but none of these posts have shared the other side of the story…which is what we are buying with our taxes. We have high (and rising) property taxes, but we need to acknowledge what we are getting from those taxes. What we are getting in exchange for our high school taxes per person is one of the best school districts in the state. Now, you may not care about that, and that’s fine, but it’s disingenuous to talk only about the inputs and not the results. To be very clear, I’m not telling anyone how they should prioritize their tax dollars as it relates to education, I’m just adding much needed context that I feel is too often ignored - our exceptional schools we have in this county,
Here is an image from an email that is going around on Next Door and created quite a bit of chatter. The image compares the school taxes in Forsyth to some of the surrounding counties. Assuming this data is accurate, it’s shocking to look at. I’m not sure the logic behind the counties selected (no Dawson or Gwinnet), my guess is maybe some cherry-picking for the starkest comparisons, but that’s whatever…I used these same counties in the data that I pulled together so it's apples-to-apples.
https://preview.redd.it/yrsdojlg0s4b1.png?width=619&format=png&auto=webp&s=2939c6d66b2963ab99d49d3732a5ce99376075a9
If you tell me Person A spent $60,000 on a car and Person B spent $20,000, I don’t have enough information to make any assumptions about the value of their spend. But once I know that Person A bought a Mercedes and Person B bought a Kia Forte, I now have a better picture of the spend and what they received in return. The added context, i.e. what we are getting in return, is information we need to close the decision loop on our budget.
It’s probably true, Forsyth residents pay about double ($859 per the image going around) what Douglas residents pay ($418). But as compared to Douglas, Forsyth has double the avg rank test scores (.881 to .474), more than double college readiness (51.3 to 16.6), +54% on reading proficiency (79 to 51), more than double math proficiency (71 to 33), and +22% on CCRPI (92.7 to 75.9). So, essentially, we have double the school taxes but twice as good of a school system. Seems like a fair return on investment.
In addition to the school tax, here are five charts I created to compare the Forsyth County school system to other districts. This is what we are getting in return for our higher than desired school taxes. These charts compare overall testing scores, reading and math proficiency, college readiness, another college and career readiness ranking, and efficiency of budget. Since my expertise and career are not in education, I can’t tell you which metrics are the best measure of a districts education system, but hopefully these stats cover a lot of the bases. I created these charts only for the six counties from the original image on tax dollars being sent around. The counties are Forsyth, Douglas, Henry, Hall, Paulding, and Cherokee. These are the most obvious and low-hanging fruit stats I could easily obtain through minimal searching.
https://preview.redd.it/ozj90aym0s4b1.png?width=890&format=png&auto=webp&s=d5e3f9b8d04172f7c03407c76a48902359433343
https://preview.redd.it/2fxrtevo0s4b1.png?width=888&format=png&auto=webp&s=7e73738974519730b282b10dcb175f6a200b1a94
https://preview.redd.it/r02g6php0s4b1.png?width=895&format=png&auto=webp&s=864fc1e520f1b228d41eb0e28fccd51c63feb14b
https://preview.redd.it/emy5i95r0s4b1.png?width=887&format=png&auto=webp&s=fa1212827234bb9befada4bd223d18e2494f3cb1
https://preview.redd.it/3f7jfd7s0s4b1.png?width=475&format=png&auto=webp&s=52997765e505262db964f017f73e92f51834237d
One thing is clear, none of the surrounding counties are providing results even close to what we are getting in Forsyth County. No matter the metric, Forsyth is head-and-shoulders above the other counties in this study. And even where we can infer additional information about our standing statewide from these charts, Forsyth is near the top of the entire state with a rank of 8th out of 198 districts in Average Rank Score, and in the 99th percentile for CCRPI (College and Career Readiness Score).
This comes down to priorities and each person’s financial situation. Maybe you don’t prioritize education highly and you want to buy the Kia Forte, I’m not trying to change your priorities. Maybe you have no kids, and you want to buy the 2004 Corolla with hand crank windows of education, and that’s your choice…just prepare for your future neighbors and community members around you to bear the fruits of poor education. Maybe you just can’t afford the increase and suddenly having to move or make difficult financial choices becomes a much bigger personal issue than a great school system, that's totally fair. So, none of this is to tell you what your priorities should be. I’m also not smart enough to know exactly where our tax dollars should go in terms of education, how much of the budget is just bloated government waste, and I don’t know at what point we are faced with diminishing returns. I just want to share information about the other 50% of the equation, which is too often ignored and that is the amazing school system we all enjoy and benefit from.
These results didn’t happen by luck, they happened because we have administration mostly making good choices, we have amazing teachers, support staff, infrastructure, tools and yes…the funds to support it. Heck, we even have objectively the number one custodian in the entire country in Kelly Mill’s Rich Toomey who won Custodian of the Year for the U.S. this year. I don’t want to make this about dismissing anyone’s concern regarding high taxes, I’m personally conflicted about my own property tax bill increase. I only want to remind everyone that we should not take for granted what we have, why we have it, and the direction it can go if we take our eye off the ball. You get what you pay for, and generally speaking in Forsyth County we are buying the Mercedes of education, while many counties around us are buying a Kia Forte.
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Here is an image from an email that is going around on Next Door and created quite a bit of chatter. The image compares the school taxes in Forsyth to some of the surrounding counties. Assuming this data is accurate, it’s shocking to look at. I’m not sure the logic behind the counties selected (no Dawson or Gwinnet), my guess is maybe some cherry-picking for the starkest comparisons, but that’s whatever…I used these same counties in the data that I pulled together so it's apples-to-apples.
https://preview.redd.it/yrsdojlg0s4b1.png?width=619&format=png&auto=webp&s=2939c6d66b2963ab99d49d3732a5ce99376075a9
If you tell me Person A spent $60,000 on a car and Person B spent $20,000, I don’t have enough information to make any assumptions about the value of their spend. But once I know that Person A bought a Mercedes and Person B bought a Kia Forte, I now have a better picture of the spend and what they received in return. The added context, i.e. what we are getting in return, is information we need to close the decision loop on our budget.
It’s probably true, Forsyth residents pay about double ($859 per the image going around) what Douglas residents pay ($418). But as compared to Douglas, Forsyth has double the avg rank test scores (.881 to .474), more than double college readiness (51.3 to 16.6), +54% on reading proficiency (79 to 51), more than double math proficiency (71 to 33), and +22% on CCRPI (92.7 to 75.9). So, essentially, we have double the school taxes but twice as good of a school system. Seems like a fair return on investment.
In addition to the school tax, here are five charts I created to compare the Forsyth County school system to other districts. This is what we are getting in return for our higher than desired school taxes. These charts compare overall testing scores, reading and math proficiency, college readiness, another college and career readiness ranking, and efficiency of budget. Since my expertise and career are not in education, I can’t tell you which metrics are the best measure of a districts education system, but hopefully these stats cover a lot of the bases. I created these charts only for the six counties from the original image on tax dollars being sent around. The counties are Forsyth, Douglas, Henry, Hall, Paulding, and Cherokee. These are the most obvious and low-hanging fruit stats I could easily obtain through minimal searching.
https://preview.redd.it/ozj90aym0s4b1.png?width=890&format=png&auto=webp&s=d5e3f9b8d04172f7c03407c76a48902359433343
https://preview.redd.it/2fxrtevo0s4b1.png?width=888&format=png&auto=webp&s=7e73738974519730b282b10dcb175f6a200b1a94
https://preview.redd.it/r02g6php0s4b1.png?width=895&format=png&auto=webp&s=864fc1e520f1b228d41eb0e28fccd51c63feb14b
https://preview.redd.it/emy5i95r0s4b1.png?width=887&format=png&auto=webp&s=fa1212827234bb9befada4bd223d18e2494f3cb1
https://preview.redd.it/3f7jfd7s0s4b1.png?width=475&format=png&auto=webp&s=52997765e505262db964f017f73e92f51834237d
One thing is clear, none of the surrounding counties are providing results even close to what we are getting in Forsyth County. No matter the metric, Forsyth is head-and-shoulders above the other counties in this study. And even where we can infer additional information about our standing statewide from these charts, Forsyth is near the top of the entire state with a rank of 8th out of 198 districts in Average Rank Score, and in the 99th percentile for CCRPI (College and Career Readiness Score).
This comes down to priorities and each person’s financial situation. Maybe you don’t prioritize education highly and you want to buy the Kia Forte, I’m not trying to change your priorities. Maybe you have no kids, and you want to buy the 2004 Corolla with hand crank windows of education, and that’s your choice…just prepare for your future neighbors and community members around you to bear the fruits of poor education. Maybe you just can’t afford the increase and suddenly having to move or make difficult financial choices becomes a much bigger personal issue than a great school system, that's totally fair. So, none of this is to tell you what your priorities should be. I’m also not smart enough to know exactly where our tax dollars should go in terms of education, how much of the budget is just bloated government waste, and I don’t know at what point we are faced with diminishing returns. I just want to share information about the other 50% of the equation, which is too often ignored and that is the amazing school system we all enjoy and benefit from.
These results didn’t happen by luck, they happened because we have administration mostly making good choices, we have amazing teachers, support staff, infrastructure, tools and yes…the funds to support it. Heck, we even have objectively the number one custodian in the entire country in Kelly Mill’s Rich Toomey who won Custodian of the Year for the U.S. this year. I don’t want to make this about dismissing anyone’s concern regarding high taxes, I’m personally conflicted about my own property tax bill increase. I only want to remind everyone that we should not take for granted what we have, why we have it, and the direction it can go if we take our eye off the ball. You get what you pay for, and generally speaking in Forsyth County we are buying the Mercedes of education, while many counties around us are buying a Kia Forte.
2023.06.08 05:33 KillerOrangeCat Three New Terrifying True Scary Tales 6/7/2023
Three New Terrifying True Scary Tales
Number One: The Pool
Now, this happened a very long time ago. I am not going to mention when or where though and I am submitting it anonymously. I don’t want people going back and finding out more about it and then lashing out of me.
I was 13 years old and my brother was 11. As I mentioned, this happened a long time ago and I think today, not a lot of parents would put a 13 year old in charge of an 11 year old. But this was not unusual at all back then. In fact, I was looking after my little brother all the time before either of us even hit 10 years old.
After a while, of course, always keeping my eye on him began to get very annoying. It interfered with my hanging out with friends. It was quite a drag when I would try to talk to girls. It was just a pain in the ass, really.
Anyway, one day during a really hot summer, our parents decided to drop us both off at the local swimming pool for the day. My dad had to work and my mom had errands and stuff to run plus work do to do for the church. It was so hot and there was no way we could afford air conditioning. We had one old fan in the house and a sprinkler in the yard that we could go play in. But the swimming pool was the much better option.
Of course the pool was very crowded. Lots of families would drop their kids off there during the summertime. And of course, even though I knew it already, my mom stressed to me, “Keep an eye on your little brother at all times.”
Some of my friends were at the pool too. I got to talking to them and they told me about this new girl who moved into town. She would be starting school that fall and supposedly she was really hot. So of course, I wanted to check her out. I knew the lifeguards would be watching my brother in the water, so he would be fine.
I went with the guys and the girl was really cute. My buddies all dared me to approach her, which was admittedly a brave thing for a 13 year old boy to do. Of course, I couldn’t chicken out in front of them, so I did just that.
She was a very sweet girl. We actually ended up talking for a little while. Her parents were at the pool though, and they called her back after too long. So I went back to the water to see how my little brother was doing.
The only problem was that I couldn’t see him anywhere in the water. This was a small town in a rural area, so although I said the pool was crowded, it wasn’t like a water park is crowded though. I should have easily been able to pick him out of the water. He just wasn’t there.
I went and searched around the area surrounding the pool and didn’t see him there either. My heart started beating faster and I began panicking. I went to the building where the showers and concession stand were. He wasn’t there either. You couldn’t leave that pool without going through that building, though. I asked the attendant if a 11 year old boy had left the pool on his own in the previous hour and he told me no.
I then went to the lifeguards and my buddies. I thought maybe there was a chance that I had missed him. It’s easy to occasionally miss someone in a crowd. The lifeguards ordered everyone out of the pool. Fortunately, there were no drowned children in the pool. Unfortunately, my brother was nowhere to be found outside of the pool.
The lifeguards had to call my mother at the church. I had never before lost track of my little brother like this before. I had no idea what to expect when she showed up. I was only thankful that the police were already at the pool or she probably would have whipped my ass right there in front of the entire pool.
The trouble I got into at home isn’t something that I want to go into very much. My butt very much has PTSD from the experience. But that was minor compared to the fear I felt for my little brother. Hell, I didn’t even have time to feel guilty although that I knew that I was. I was only concerned for him and wondered what would happen.
All day and night, I expected the police to bring him home. But that didn’t happen. I expected it the next day too. But it didn’t happen.
The town organized a search to look for him. I kept expecting to hear from them that they had found him. But that didn’t happen either.
After about a week of my brother not being found, I began fearing for the worst. I began thinking that he was dead. And I was terrified every waking moment of my life, expecting to absolutely hear the news that his dead body was found.
Nearly two weeks after the disappearance, we got a phone call from the police. They had found my brother and thankfully, he was alive. But unfortunately, that’s not the whole story.
Remember the attendant telling me that no boy had left on his own? Well that’s because the boy left with one of the lifeguards who was getting off duty. He had lured my brother out of the pool and into his car with promises of ice cream, something he and I rarely ever got. And my brother went to his house with him.
For all of that time, he kept my little brother locked up in his basement. He didn’t do anything sexually to him, thank God. But there was a lot of mental and some physical torment when my brother wouldn’t do what he was told to you. But the scariest part for him was thinking he would never get out and be with his family again.
Here is another weird part. The lifeguard wasn’t an adult. He did this while his parents were out of town for a few weeks. They came back early and caught him. And if you think I felt bad for my parents’ punishing me, what they did to him had to be legendary. The police thought he was either planning on killing or releasing my brother before his parents got home. But no one ever knew for sure.
He had to live with it without much help for a long time. Mental health assistance had a very bad stigma back then. But we’re both still alive today and he forgave me a long time ago.
Number Two: Taking the Garbage Out
A few weeks ago I went outside at around 3am to move the garbage to the curb since pickup would be in the morning. I often do this in the middle of the night. I just tend to keep weird hours and as the weather warms up for the summer I find the warm nights preferable to the sweltering days.
I’m not worried about bothering my neighbors since I don’t use noisy bins and all of the houses right next to me are currently empty. I actually find the quiet of the neighborhood at night quite relaxing.
Unfortunately since I don’t use bins animals are able to get into the bags a bit easier and while this doesn’t happen often it had happened on this night. So I was outside picking up the strewn around garbage and putting it into another bag when the silence of the night was suddenly broken by multiple police sirens.
At first they seemed distant and while they startled me it was not at all unheard of to hear sirens at night here. But usually it would be one in the distance. As I listened, still bagging the garbage, I could tell it was multiple sirens and they were getting closer. Then just as suddenly as it started it stopped again. There was just silence. By the time they stopped they sounded maybe four blocks away.
For a moment the night was silent again and I began hauling the bags to the curb when the neighborhood dogs began barking all at once. It was like every dog in the neighborhood had gotten the cue to start barking. Many were even howling. It continued for maybe a minute and once again it just stopped as suddenly as it had started.
Just a single chime in the night. Like someone getting a phone notification. This sound wasn’t blocks away. This sound was here. RIGHT HERE. No more than feet away. As I said, the houses around me are empty.
I was done. The rest of the garbage would wait until morning. I didn’t see anyone close by but that just made it worse. There was someone close by that I couldn’t see. I immediately went into the house to leave the garbage for the morning.
I don’t know if these things were related. If the cops had been chasing someone who’s fleeing had caused the dogs to bark. Someone who received a message on their phone as they approached my house. Or if it was all just a coincidence. But I won’t be taking the garbage out at 3am anymore.
A Commuter’s Nightmare
William M.
06/30/2021
Back in the 80s, I worked at the Irwin Memorial Blood Bank in San Francisco while living and commuting from Oakland, CA
My job as Registrar, took me all over Northern California, during Blood Drives at hospitals, clinics, major corporations, etc., where we would sometimes witness firsthand, the dead, being placed on gurneys, running out of the Coroner's or Medical Examiner’s rear doors, and down the sidewalks, because they simply didn’t have enough room or staff inside the morgues to process them. Mortuaries were having problems too due to the massive overload where deceased loved ones were admitted but not processed or interred for months or even years at a time.
I remember watching the News and reading newspaper accounts of E.R.s in hospitals, clinics, etc. so clogged with patients, that 1 in 10 would die waiting to just get in to see a Dr. It was a Public Health and Safety nightmare. It was a National disgrace. It was politically orchestrated mass murder. It was the B purge of the ‘80s and ‘90s.
I remember, starting work early on one of many Blood Drives (the A.I.D.S. epidemic was just getting started) and having to catch the first B.A.R.T. (Bay Area Rapid Transit) train out of the station at about 4:00 am, where morning after morning I would witness hundreds of people sleeping on the benches, or the sidewalks, or on the streets outside, waiting for it to open.
Hundreds of others would be seen walking around like zombies in the early morning freeze amid the concomitant yelling, screaming, moaning, begging, and pleading, all of it looking like a newsreel of the death camps at Auschwitz-Birkenau.
Many times, I was woken at home in the middle of the night, to the sounds of people howling and cursing outside my window at some real or imagined threat, until either the police came, which usually took hours because they were spread so thin, or some tenant, or other, ran them off.
I remember the time I woke up to the sound of a woman’s voice begging in the early morning cold for someone to help her. She kept repeating it over and over growing weaker and weaker until it was little more than a whisper.
By the time I’d gotten up, armed myself with the steel-reinforced baton I’d purchased at a Police Supply store, and ran the 5 floors down to the ground floor, I found her sitting in a taxi shivering from the 42-degree drizzle coming in off the Pacific. The cabbie told me it was alright; she was just cold and needed someplace to rest and warm up; He’d drop her off at one of the nearby shelters.
At the time, I was living in a local Residence Hall on Lake Merrit in Oakland, California which was little more than a converted Hotel from the San Francisco/Oakland Gilded Age of the late 1920s. It had 5 floors and a penthouse with a capacity of about 200. I never saw it get much beyond about 30 residents. It sported a full kitchen, dining area, big screen tv viewing room, swimming pool, and a recreation room with pool, foosball, and darts.
I lived with a friend, at the time, on the 5th floor just under the penthouse. There was an elevator, but like most refurbs, it didn’t work. That meant we'd have to climb 10 flights of stairs every day to reach our room. The best part was that we had the entire floor to ourselves. I guess nobody wanted to climb that many stairs. Because we were both runners, it was a little like running the 900 feet to the top of Angel Island, running across The Golden Gate Bridge and back, or running the 3.4 miles around Lake Merrit twice a day.
Because there was no air-conditioning, all the windows were left open during the summer months, but along with whatever cool air the San Francisco/Oakland Bay would bring through the gaping nearly wall-length vault ceilinged windows, it was always accompanied by the teeming, screaming City of Oakland street din: cabbies, buses, cars, trucks, vans, motorcycles, scooters, police sirens, ambulance, fire department, pedestrians, hustlers, druggies, break-dancers, prostitutes the homeless, et al. Day or night, winter or summer, it was like living in a jet engine test lab, somewhere on the 9th level of hell.
Of course, we could always close the windows against the noise 5 stories below. But if it was summer, with all the humidity coming off the bay, we’d roast like 2 suckling pigs in our own sweat even if we used a fan.
One night after a particularly grueling day at work, I came home, climbed Mount Everest (or at least K-2) to my steaming little abattoir, tore off my sports jacket, shirt, and tie, and fell into a coma-like sleep only to awake some 4 hours later to the sound of someone slamming a door, over and over, seemingly as hard as they could. It was about 2:00 am and raining so hard the water was pouring through the open window and flooding the floor and carpet. The sound was coming somewhere down the hall from one of the other units.
After about the 15th or 16th slam to my inner ear, I was up, as in a trance, running like a lunatic from unit to unit and window to window, covering the entire southside of the 5th floor; battening down the hatches, and getting drenched in the process. It was, how should I say: exhilaratingly infuriating. I was supposed to get up in 2 hours and commute to work in the upper peninsula.
Having unconsciously completed this Sisyphean task and realizing that there was zero chance of getting any sleep, I donned my foul weather gear, equipped my trusty baton (I used to tuck its 2 ½-foot length up my sleeve when running), and headed out the front door to Lake Merrit which was just outside the main entrance. From there, I trotted to the sidewalk circling the lake, and began to run.
As I ran counterclockwise against a torrential rain with a gale-force wind broken only by the occasional intermittent rainbow-hued lightning flashes which blinded me to almost everything around me, I almost ran into someone up ahead who was walking in the same direction.
He was hunched over against the wind and rain and wearing a long heavy winter coat. Unusual for that time of year, I thought. Whenever I would run in public, I always made it a courtesy to let people know when I was approaching especially from behind. I’d blurt out a perfunctory:
“Excuse me.” Followed by a conciliatory:
“Sorry.”
But apparently, the person ahead either didn’t hear me or didn’t care because, when I was about 6 feet from him, he suddenly turned around, exposing a darkened contorted face, jagged teeth, and a guttural growl that would have stopped a charging 600-pound Grizzly.
The sheer force of the malevolence emitted from this inhuman thing almost made me stop, but because I was moving so fast, the inertia along with the gale force wind and lightning strikes propelled me past him (or it), and fingering my steel-reinforced baton, I, in turn, steeled my nerve and kept running. I looked back only once to reassure myself that he (or it) wasn’t following.
Running on the leeward side now, with the rain at my back, I ran past a group of men in a circle smoking or drinking or doing whatever noxious or illicit thing I imagined, when, feeling charged with my own adrenalin, or the anger and resentment at that woman’s searing pleas for help, or the spook I’d almost run into, or just the gross injustices thrust upon the world in that dank, dark and dangerous time, I almost stopped, baton in hand, intending to take on the whole group: I may go down, I told myself, but at least I would take one or two with me.
Just then, the lightning struck particularly close to where I and they stood and the sheer blinding flash and concussive boom shook all of us enough to break up their conspiratorial collaboration and my righteous crusade; just enough, that is, to shove me headlong around the next bend, to the long straight full out dash to the front doors, the 5 floors, 10 landings, and 50 risers to rain-sodden home.
To get to work every day, I'd have to commute to the upper peninsula by using 3 buses, 1 train, and 1 cab and after a 10 or 12 or sometimes 14-hour day, I would have to take the same to get back. This meant that if I didn’t go out, make dinner, eat, or watch tv, I just might get about 4 hours sleep. Commuting took between 2 to 3 hours, one way.
Once on the way home, almost every stop was crowded with commuters. I was told that it was because there were so many buses down for repair. The ones still running were so filled beyond capacity, that the shocks and springs were sitting on the chassis, and stop after stop proved nearly impossible to take on any more passengers. Still, and despite the few getting out at every stop, the driver would take on even more and just pack them in.
I remember him yelling for people to get back behind the yellow line over and over. By then, he was long past any semblance of reason; his patience frayed to a single maniacal thought, his voice raspier and raspier, his manner, more and more brusk.
I can still see when he finally lost it; jumping up, out of his seat, with a nickel-plated 38 Caliber Revolver pointing at one of the passengers; an elderly woman, screaming from the top of his lungs:
“Get back behind the yellow line!”
I can still hear the woman begging the driver:
“Please...” while the passengers behind were practically trampling each other to get out of the line of fire.
I remember the sad, exhausted urgency in her voice; she really was trying to move back, but how could she, an old woman, do that with all those people blocking her way? Everyone knew this was an impossible task; everyone except the maddened driver. He just kept glaring, and bellowing with his gun out pointed right at her and the other passengers.
"Back up and make room" he yelled.
‘Or else what?’ I thought. ‘You're gonna kill an old woman?'
Getting up out of my seat, pushing my way through the throng who were pushing against me to get away, I managed to get within about 6 feet from the front when, roaring through the din and my fear and anger, I ordered the bus driver to:
“Put the gun down!” And again, with even more rage and authority:
“Put the gun down, now!”
The bus driver shocked that it might be a cop, or worse, shakily, put his gun back in his concealed carry holster and hypnotically sat back down. He resumed driving without saying another word. I got out at the next stop, along with the elderly woman. She was so shaken, that she busted out crying. I held her still fuming despite the close call because I would now have to wait for another bus and after that, 2 more; the train and a cab to get home. I wasn’t going to make it until well after 8:00 pm. As soon as I got home, I reported the bus number and the driver to Muni.
Many of the commuters I'd see day to day, or share a seat with were victims of the purge just trying to get out of the rain or the cold, or the wind, or the sun, even for just a little while. For them, it was easing the agony of living on the street, even just a little. For many of us regular commuters, during those dark times, it proved to be the same.
On one of the final buses that would take me to the train and across the bay, I remember standing, with about 50 others, on Market Street waiting. Like ours, stop after stop was so packed with people, some were standing in the street because there was simply not enough room on the sidewalk. The ones in the street would stay where they were for fear of losing their place and missing their connection and having to wait another hour, or more, to catch another.
Because the rapidly descending elevation of the southbound streets ending at Market Street from the upper peninsula were so steep and the transverse angle of the turn so sharp, some of the buses would skirt the edge of the curb, sometimes rolling up over it onto the sidewalk putting them dangerously close to the commuters waiting on the other side.
If there were any people in the street, especially the old or the infirm, they would either have to get out of the way and lose their place in line or hope the bus driver stopped before completing the turn. Most of the drivers would. Once there was one who didn’t.
I remember the television and newspaper account about an elderly woman waiting at one of the stops during the pm rush hour. When the bus made the oblique turn way too fast at 25 miles per hour she was either too close to the edge or standing in the street when she was hit by the side view mirror across the face and the left side of her head.
She went down under the wheels and her body got hung up under the chassis. The bus driver too full of passengers to stop, or late for his break, or just too coked up to notice, kept on heading for the Embarcadero before he realized something was wrong. By then, the woman had been dragged over a quarter of a mile. No one knew for sure whether the concussion from the mirror or the relentless dragging was the cause of death. I guess it didn’t matter to her anymore, one way or the other. It mattered to a lot of those who witnessed the whole thing though; screaming and yelling, block after block, trying to get the bus driver to stop.
To get across the Bay to San Francisco from Oakland or back, one alternative to the nightmare bus commute was the B.A.R.T (Bay Area Rapid Transit). It was quiet, clean, air-conditioned, and fast. Traveling under the Bay, it could span the 13 miles in minutes. Once I’d reach the train station, by bus, from the Oakland side, I’d descend one of the many street-level entries to the below-ground turnstiles which led to the train platform. Of course, there were always hundreds of derelicts, homeless, hustlers, etc., hanging out by the turnstiles waiting for their chance to slip through and get on any one of the many trains that serviced the Bay Area, but sometimes, especially after a scuffle with B.A.R.T. Security or the San Francisco/Oakland Police, they’d scatter to the winds (or the shadows as it were) until everything calmed down and then they'd be back at it again, day and night.
Almost every week I'd hear about someone falling, or being pushed, or jumping down onto the third rail, which would either short-circuit the line and knock out the power or if it was particularly grisly, halt service entirely. Because service resumption could take hours, waiting passengers would have to go back up and out onto the street and catch another train, take a cab or a bus or just walk or, as was often the case for me, run.
Once, I remember running to the next stop when I was ascending to the upper peninsula because the previous connection didn’t show up which meant it would have added another 45 minutes to my commute. The choice was obvious and inevitable: I could either
“wait to be late” or go for it. I chose the latter.
You just can't imagine what it’s like to run at a 20-degree angle uphill for about 2 miles while wearing dress slacks, dress shoes, a white shirt and tie, and a sports jacket, in San Francisco, during the summer, with the humidity until you’ve tried it. It’s, how should I say: exhilaratingly infuriating.
Running, I came upon a stand-alone, transmission shop, right in the middle of a residential area. The owners must have paid a pretty penny to get away with that one. There were police cars, the fire department, a metro ambulance, the San Francisco Chronicle, and a marked County Coroner’s Office vehicle scattered around the shop.
Some people along with some of the employees: their first names embroidered on their shirts, were standing on the sidewalk just outside the property watching. They’d been there for about an hour when I stopped to ask one of them (Bob) what happened.
Wearily he said:
“The girl who worked in the office answering the phone and typing up orders was shot to death by her boyfriend. The boyfriend got away but she was still down there being processed. God, she was only 24 years old. They’ll catch him, though. He hasn’t got a chance.”
'Nope,' I thought.
'In this town, I don’t expect he would.'
I was late again when I got home. Vaulting the 5 floors to reach our loft, I held my friend close, the entire night. She was ok with that. So was I.=
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Number One: The Pool
Now, this happened a very long time ago. I am not going to mention when or where though and I am submitting it anonymously. I don’t want people going back and finding out more about it and then lashing out of me.
I was 13 years old and my brother was 11. As I mentioned, this happened a long time ago and I think today, not a lot of parents would put a 13 year old in charge of an 11 year old. But this was not unusual at all back then. In fact, I was looking after my little brother all the time before either of us even hit 10 years old.
After a while, of course, always keeping my eye on him began to get very annoying. It interfered with my hanging out with friends. It was quite a drag when I would try to talk to girls. It was just a pain in the ass, really.
Anyway, one day during a really hot summer, our parents decided to drop us both off at the local swimming pool for the day. My dad had to work and my mom had errands and stuff to run plus work do to do for the church. It was so hot and there was no way we could afford air conditioning. We had one old fan in the house and a sprinkler in the yard that we could go play in. But the swimming pool was the much better option.
Of course the pool was very crowded. Lots of families would drop their kids off there during the summertime. And of course, even though I knew it already, my mom stressed to me, “Keep an eye on your little brother at all times.”
Some of my friends were at the pool too. I got to talking to them and they told me about this new girl who moved into town. She would be starting school that fall and supposedly she was really hot. So of course, I wanted to check her out. I knew the lifeguards would be watching my brother in the water, so he would be fine.
I went with the guys and the girl was really cute. My buddies all dared me to approach her, which was admittedly a brave thing for a 13 year old boy to do. Of course, I couldn’t chicken out in front of them, so I did just that.
She was a very sweet girl. We actually ended up talking for a little while. Her parents were at the pool though, and they called her back after too long. So I went back to the water to see how my little brother was doing.
The only problem was that I couldn’t see him anywhere in the water. This was a small town in a rural area, so although I said the pool was crowded, it wasn’t like a water park is crowded though. I should have easily been able to pick him out of the water. He just wasn’t there.
I went and searched around the area surrounding the pool and didn’t see him there either. My heart started beating faster and I began panicking. I went to the building where the showers and concession stand were. He wasn’t there either. You couldn’t leave that pool without going through that building, though. I asked the attendant if a 11 year old boy had left the pool on his own in the previous hour and he told me no.
I then went to the lifeguards and my buddies. I thought maybe there was a chance that I had missed him. It’s easy to occasionally miss someone in a crowd. The lifeguards ordered everyone out of the pool. Fortunately, there were no drowned children in the pool. Unfortunately, my brother was nowhere to be found outside of the pool.
The lifeguards had to call my mother at the church. I had never before lost track of my little brother like this before. I had no idea what to expect when she showed up. I was only thankful that the police were already at the pool or she probably would have whipped my ass right there in front of the entire pool.
The trouble I got into at home isn’t something that I want to go into very much. My butt very much has PTSD from the experience. But that was minor compared to the fear I felt for my little brother. Hell, I didn’t even have time to feel guilty although that I knew that I was. I was only concerned for him and wondered what would happen.
All day and night, I expected the police to bring him home. But that didn’t happen. I expected it the next day too. But it didn’t happen.
The town organized a search to look for him. I kept expecting to hear from them that they had found him. But that didn’t happen either.
After about a week of my brother not being found, I began fearing for the worst. I began thinking that he was dead. And I was terrified every waking moment of my life, expecting to absolutely hear the news that his dead body was found.
Nearly two weeks after the disappearance, we got a phone call from the police. They had found my brother and thankfully, he was alive. But unfortunately, that’s not the whole story.
Remember the attendant telling me that no boy had left on his own? Well that’s because the boy left with one of the lifeguards who was getting off duty. He had lured my brother out of the pool and into his car with promises of ice cream, something he and I rarely ever got. And my brother went to his house with him.
For all of that time, he kept my little brother locked up in his basement. He didn’t do anything sexually to him, thank God. But there was a lot of mental and some physical torment when my brother wouldn’t do what he was told to you. But the scariest part for him was thinking he would never get out and be with his family again.
Here is another weird part. The lifeguard wasn’t an adult. He did this while his parents were out of town for a few weeks. They came back early and caught him. And if you think I felt bad for my parents’ punishing me, what they did to him had to be legendary. The police thought he was either planning on killing or releasing my brother before his parents got home. But no one ever knew for sure.
He had to live with it without much help for a long time. Mental health assistance had a very bad stigma back then. But we’re both still alive today and he forgave me a long time ago.
Number Two: Taking the Garbage Out
A few weeks ago I went outside at around 3am to move the garbage to the curb since pickup would be in the morning. I often do this in the middle of the night. I just tend to keep weird hours and as the weather warms up for the summer I find the warm nights preferable to the sweltering days.
I’m not worried about bothering my neighbors since I don’t use noisy bins and all of the houses right next to me are currently empty. I actually find the quiet of the neighborhood at night quite relaxing.
Unfortunately since I don’t use bins animals are able to get into the bags a bit easier and while this doesn’t happen often it had happened on this night. So I was outside picking up the strewn around garbage and putting it into another bag when the silence of the night was suddenly broken by multiple police sirens.
At first they seemed distant and while they startled me it was not at all unheard of to hear sirens at night here. But usually it would be one in the distance. As I listened, still bagging the garbage, I could tell it was multiple sirens and they were getting closer. Then just as suddenly as it started it stopped again. There was just silence. By the time they stopped they sounded maybe four blocks away.
For a moment the night was silent again and I began hauling the bags to the curb when the neighborhood dogs began barking all at once. It was like every dog in the neighborhood had gotten the cue to start barking. Many were even howling. It continued for maybe a minute and once again it just stopped as suddenly as it had started.
I realized I hadn’t heard any barking or howling while the sirens were going and that’s normally how it would work. These dogs had started up separately from the sirens and just stopped all at once. It just wasn’t normal. I went back to the side of the house to grab more bags when the silence was broken a third time.
Just a single chime in the night. Like someone getting a phone notification. This sound wasn’t blocks away. This sound was here. RIGHT HERE. No more than feet away. As I said, the houses around me are empty.
I was done. The rest of the garbage would wait until morning. I didn’t see anyone close by but that just made it worse. There was someone close by that I couldn’t see. I immediately went into the house to leave the garbage for the morning.
I don’t know if these things were related. If the cops had been chasing someone who’s fleeing had caused the dogs to bark. Someone who received a message on their phone as they approached my house. Or if it was all just a coincidence. But I won’t be taking the garbage out at 3am anymore.
A Commuter’s Nightmare
William M.
06/30/2021
Back in the 80s, I worked at the Irwin Memorial Blood Bank in San Francisco while living and commuting from Oakland, CA
My job as Registrar, took me all over Northern California, during Blood Drives at hospitals, clinics, major corporations, etc., where we would sometimes witness firsthand, the dead, being placed on gurneys, running out of the Coroner's or Medical Examiner’s rear doors, and down the sidewalks, because they simply didn’t have enough room or staff inside the morgues to process them. Mortuaries were having problems too due to the massive overload where deceased loved ones were admitted but not processed or interred for months or even years at a time.
I remember watching the News and reading newspaper accounts of E.R.s in hospitals, clinics, etc. so clogged with patients, that 1 in 10 would die waiting to just get in to see a Dr. It was a Public Health and Safety nightmare. It was a National disgrace. It was politically orchestrated mass murder. It was the B purge of the ‘80s and ‘90s.
I remember, starting work early on one of many Blood Drives (the A.I.D.S. epidemic was just getting started) and having to catch the first B.A.R.T. (Bay Area Rapid Transit) train out of the station at about 4:00 am, where morning after morning I would witness hundreds of people sleeping on the benches, or the sidewalks, or on the streets outside, waiting for it to open.
Hundreds of others would be seen walking around like zombies in the early morning freeze amid the concomitant yelling, screaming, moaning, begging, and pleading, all of it looking like a newsreel of the death camps at Auschwitz-Birkenau.
Many times, I was woken at home in the middle of the night, to the sounds of people howling and cursing outside my window at some real or imagined threat, until either the police came, which usually took hours because they were spread so thin, or some tenant, or other, ran them off.
I remember the time I woke up to the sound of a woman’s voice begging in the early morning cold for someone to help her. She kept repeating it over and over growing weaker and weaker until it was little more than a whisper.
By the time I’d gotten up, armed myself with the steel-reinforced baton I’d purchased at a Police Supply store, and ran the 5 floors down to the ground floor, I found her sitting in a taxi shivering from the 42-degree drizzle coming in off the Pacific. The cabbie told me it was alright; she was just cold and needed someplace to rest and warm up; He’d drop her off at one of the nearby shelters.
At the time, I was living in a local Residence Hall on Lake Merrit in Oakland, California which was little more than a converted Hotel from the San Francisco/Oakland Gilded Age of the late 1920s. It had 5 floors and a penthouse with a capacity of about 200. I never saw it get much beyond about 30 residents. It sported a full kitchen, dining area, big screen tv viewing room, swimming pool, and a recreation room with pool, foosball, and darts.
I lived with a friend, at the time, on the 5th floor just under the penthouse. There was an elevator, but like most refurbs, it didn’t work. That meant we'd have to climb 10 flights of stairs every day to reach our room. The best part was that we had the entire floor to ourselves. I guess nobody wanted to climb that many stairs. Because we were both runners, it was a little like running the 900 feet to the top of Angel Island, running across The Golden Gate Bridge and back, or running the 3.4 miles around Lake Merrit twice a day.
Because there was no air-conditioning, all the windows were left open during the summer months, but along with whatever cool air the San Francisco/Oakland Bay would bring through the gaping nearly wall-length vault ceilinged windows, it was always accompanied by the teeming, screaming City of Oakland street din: cabbies, buses, cars, trucks, vans, motorcycles, scooters, police sirens, ambulance, fire department, pedestrians, hustlers, druggies, break-dancers, prostitutes the homeless, et al. Day or night, winter or summer, it was like living in a jet engine test lab, somewhere on the 9th level of hell.
Of course, we could always close the windows against the noise 5 stories below. But if it was summer, with all the humidity coming off the bay, we’d roast like 2 suckling pigs in our own sweat even if we used a fan.
One night after a particularly grueling day at work, I came home, climbed Mount Everest (or at least K-2) to my steaming little abattoir, tore off my sports jacket, shirt, and tie, and fell into a coma-like sleep only to awake some 4 hours later to the sound of someone slamming a door, over and over, seemingly as hard as they could. It was about 2:00 am and raining so hard the water was pouring through the open window and flooding the floor and carpet. The sound was coming somewhere down the hall from one of the other units.
After about the 15th or 16th slam to my inner ear, I was up, as in a trance, running like a lunatic from unit to unit and window to window, covering the entire southside of the 5th floor; battening down the hatches, and getting drenched in the process. It was, how should I say: exhilaratingly infuriating. I was supposed to get up in 2 hours and commute to work in the upper peninsula.
Having unconsciously completed this Sisyphean task and realizing that there was zero chance of getting any sleep, I donned my foul weather gear, equipped my trusty baton (I used to tuck its 2 ½-foot length up my sleeve when running), and headed out the front door to Lake Merrit which was just outside the main entrance. From there, I trotted to the sidewalk circling the lake, and began to run.
As I ran counterclockwise against a torrential rain with a gale-force wind broken only by the occasional intermittent rainbow-hued lightning flashes which blinded me to almost everything around me, I almost ran into someone up ahead who was walking in the same direction.
He was hunched over against the wind and rain and wearing a long heavy winter coat. Unusual for that time of year, I thought. Whenever I would run in public, I always made it a courtesy to let people know when I was approaching especially from behind. I’d blurt out a perfunctory:
“Excuse me.” Followed by a conciliatory:
“Sorry.”
But apparently, the person ahead either didn’t hear me or didn’t care because, when I was about 6 feet from him, he suddenly turned around, exposing a darkened contorted face, jagged teeth, and a guttural growl that would have stopped a charging 600-pound Grizzly.
The sheer force of the malevolence emitted from this inhuman thing almost made me stop, but because I was moving so fast, the inertia along with the gale force wind and lightning strikes propelled me past him (or it), and fingering my steel-reinforced baton, I, in turn, steeled my nerve and kept running. I looked back only once to reassure myself that he (or it) wasn’t following.
Running on the leeward side now, with the rain at my back, I ran past a group of men in a circle smoking or drinking or doing whatever noxious or illicit thing I imagined, when, feeling charged with my own adrenalin, or the anger and resentment at that woman’s searing pleas for help, or the spook I’d almost run into, or just the gross injustices thrust upon the world in that dank, dark and dangerous time, I almost stopped, baton in hand, intending to take on the whole group: I may go down, I told myself, but at least I would take one or two with me.
Just then, the lightning struck particularly close to where I and they stood and the sheer blinding flash and concussive boom shook all of us enough to break up their conspiratorial collaboration and my righteous crusade; just enough, that is, to shove me headlong around the next bend, to the long straight full out dash to the front doors, the 5 floors, 10 landings, and 50 risers to rain-sodden home.
To get to work every day, I'd have to commute to the upper peninsula by using 3 buses, 1 train, and 1 cab and after a 10 or 12 or sometimes 14-hour day, I would have to take the same to get back. This meant that if I didn’t go out, make dinner, eat, or watch tv, I just might get about 4 hours sleep. Commuting took between 2 to 3 hours, one way.
Once on the way home, almost every stop was crowded with commuters. I was told that it was because there were so many buses down for repair. The ones still running were so filled beyond capacity, that the shocks and springs were sitting on the chassis, and stop after stop proved nearly impossible to take on any more passengers. Still, and despite the few getting out at every stop, the driver would take on even more and just pack them in.
I remember him yelling for people to get back behind the yellow line over and over. By then, he was long past any semblance of reason; his patience frayed to a single maniacal thought, his voice raspier and raspier, his manner, more and more brusk.
I can still see when he finally lost it; jumping up, out of his seat, with a nickel-plated 38 Caliber Revolver pointing at one of the passengers; an elderly woman, screaming from the top of his lungs:
“Get back behind the yellow line!”
I can still hear the woman begging the driver:
“Please...” while the passengers behind were practically trampling each other to get out of the line of fire.
I remember the sad, exhausted urgency in her voice; she really was trying to move back, but how could she, an old woman, do that with all those people blocking her way? Everyone knew this was an impossible task; everyone except the maddened driver. He just kept glaring, and bellowing with his gun out pointed right at her and the other passengers.
"Back up and make room" he yelled.
‘Or else what?’ I thought. ‘You're gonna kill an old woman?'
Getting up out of my seat, pushing my way through the throng who were pushing against me to get away, I managed to get within about 6 feet from the front when, roaring through the din and my fear and anger, I ordered the bus driver to:
“Put the gun down!” And again, with even more rage and authority:
“Put the gun down, now!”
The bus driver shocked that it might be a cop, or worse, shakily, put his gun back in his concealed carry holster and hypnotically sat back down. He resumed driving without saying another word. I got out at the next stop, along with the elderly woman. She was so shaken, that she busted out crying. I held her still fuming despite the close call because I would now have to wait for another bus and after that, 2 more; the train and a cab to get home. I wasn’t going to make it until well after 8:00 pm. As soon as I got home, I reported the bus number and the driver to Muni.
Many of the commuters I'd see day to day, or share a seat with were victims of the purge just trying to get out of the rain or the cold, or the wind, or the sun, even for just a little while. For them, it was easing the agony of living on the street, even just a little. For many of us regular commuters, during those dark times, it proved to be the same.
On one of the final buses that would take me to the train and across the bay, I remember standing, with about 50 others, on Market Street waiting. Like ours, stop after stop was so packed with people, some were standing in the street because there was simply not enough room on the sidewalk. The ones in the street would stay where they were for fear of losing their place and missing their connection and having to wait another hour, or more, to catch another.
Because the rapidly descending elevation of the southbound streets ending at Market Street from the upper peninsula were so steep and the transverse angle of the turn so sharp, some of the buses would skirt the edge of the curb, sometimes rolling up over it onto the sidewalk putting them dangerously close to the commuters waiting on the other side.
If there were any people in the street, especially the old or the infirm, they would either have to get out of the way and lose their place in line or hope the bus driver stopped before completing the turn. Most of the drivers would. Once there was one who didn’t.
I remember the television and newspaper account about an elderly woman waiting at one of the stops during the pm rush hour. When the bus made the oblique turn way too fast at 25 miles per hour she was either too close to the edge or standing in the street when she was hit by the side view mirror across the face and the left side of her head.
She went down under the wheels and her body got hung up under the chassis. The bus driver too full of passengers to stop, or late for his break, or just too coked up to notice, kept on heading for the Embarcadero before he realized something was wrong. By then, the woman had been dragged over a quarter of a mile. No one knew for sure whether the concussion from the mirror or the relentless dragging was the cause of death. I guess it didn’t matter to her anymore, one way or the other. It mattered to a lot of those who witnessed the whole thing though; screaming and yelling, block after block, trying to get the bus driver to stop.
To get across the Bay to San Francisco from Oakland or back, one alternative to the nightmare bus commute was the B.A.R.T (Bay Area Rapid Transit). It was quiet, clean, air-conditioned, and fast. Traveling under the Bay, it could span the 13 miles in minutes. Once I’d reach the train station, by bus, from the Oakland side, I’d descend one of the many street-level entries to the below-ground turnstiles which led to the train platform. Of course, there were always hundreds of derelicts, homeless, hustlers, etc., hanging out by the turnstiles waiting for their chance to slip through and get on any one of the many trains that serviced the Bay Area, but sometimes, especially after a scuffle with B.A.R.T. Security or the San Francisco/Oakland Police, they’d scatter to the winds (or the shadows as it were) until everything calmed down and then they'd be back at it again, day and night.
Almost every week I'd hear about someone falling, or being pushed, or jumping down onto the third rail, which would either short-circuit the line and knock out the power or if it was particularly grisly, halt service entirely. Because service resumption could take hours, waiting passengers would have to go back up and out onto the street and catch another train, take a cab or a bus or just walk or, as was often the case for me, run.
Once, I remember running to the next stop when I was ascending to the upper peninsula because the previous connection didn’t show up which meant it would have added another 45 minutes to my commute. The choice was obvious and inevitable: I could either
“wait to be late” or go for it. I chose the latter.
You just can't imagine what it’s like to run at a 20-degree angle uphill for about 2 miles while wearing dress slacks, dress shoes, a white shirt and tie, and a sports jacket, in San Francisco, during the summer, with the humidity until you’ve tried it. It’s, how should I say: exhilaratingly infuriating.
Running, I came upon a stand-alone, transmission shop, right in the middle of a residential area. The owners must have paid a pretty penny to get away with that one. There were police cars, the fire department, a metro ambulance, the San Francisco Chronicle, and a marked County Coroner’s Office vehicle scattered around the shop.
Some people along with some of the employees: their first names embroidered on their shirts, were standing on the sidewalk just outside the property watching. They’d been there for about an hour when I stopped to ask one of them (Bob) what happened.
Wearily he said:
“The girl who worked in the office answering the phone and typing up orders was shot to death by her boyfriend. The boyfriend got away but she was still down there being processed. God, she was only 24 years old. They’ll catch him, though. He hasn’t got a chance.”
'Nope,' I thought.
'In this town, I don’t expect he would.'
I was late again when I got home. Vaulting the 5 floors to reach our loft, I held my friend close, the entire night. She was ok with that. So was I.=
2023.06.08 05:23 ClimateDues Taking public transit = doing several good deeds
It makes me feel really good when I take public transit because I know that I’m actively setting off a domino effect of benefits.
I take a look inside at my fellow people in the bus and I literally think to myself that all the cars around us should be so incredibly grateful that we decided to take this route because these 20 or so people could have easily contributed to 20 more cars on the street leading to more traffic.
Not to mention, taking the bus is environmentally friendly for obvious reasons, I mean less cars=less emissions, less tire pollution, gas pollution, etc etc.
Then we have the aspect that buses (at least my county’s) are wheelchair accessible. Most people in wheelchairs can not drive a car, either have to rely on someone to lift them onto a car, or have to have special equipment built into the car in order to go anywhere.
When we invest in public transit, we give these people more independence to live their lives. They don’t have to rely on other people or spend insane amounts of money. There’s some disabled people that don’t have access to public transit systems and can’t even leave their houses which is no way to live.
By increasing ridership and contributing a fare, public transit users are inadvertently helping other people/things.
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I take a look inside at my fellow people in the bus and I literally think to myself that all the cars around us should be so incredibly grateful that we decided to take this route because these 20 or so people could have easily contributed to 20 more cars on the street leading to more traffic.
Not to mention, taking the bus is environmentally friendly for obvious reasons, I mean less cars=less emissions, less tire pollution, gas pollution, etc etc.
Then we have the aspect that buses (at least my county’s) are wheelchair accessible. Most people in wheelchairs can not drive a car, either have to rely on someone to lift them onto a car, or have to have special equipment built into the car in order to go anywhere.
When we invest in public transit, we give these people more independence to live their lives. They don’t have to rely on other people or spend insane amounts of money. There’s some disabled people that don’t have access to public transit systems and can’t even leave their houses which is no way to live.
By increasing ridership and contributing a fare, public transit users are inadvertently helping other people/things.
2023.06.07 23:53 dumbesttimeline MPLS Police Officers Will Go to Where Crime Is in Bold New Initiative
Dozens of officers get marching orders as part of 'Operation Safe Summer' in Minneapolis
The officers learned when and where they will focus their attention as the warm days and nights set in.
By Paul Walsh Star TribuneJune 7, 2023 — 4:23Crime hot spots in Minneapolis will be saturated with law enforcement at specific times under an initiative detailed Wednesday ahead of the warm summer days and nights ahead.
The "Operation Safe Summer" briefing Wednesday in the Police Department training center, with many of the top legal brass acting for the most part as observers along with members of the media, was complete with charts, graphs and maps on a big screen touting reductions in crime. The contingent included Minneapolis police officers and Hennepin County sheriff's deputies, many of them in plain clothes.
The officers learned when they will saturate targeted areas of the city — in uniform and undercover — with the focus on crime hot spots on the North Side, downtown and along and near E. Lake Street.
The operation, subtitled the "Greater Minneapolis Violent Crime Initiative," began Monday and is being deployed on specific dates during specific times through the end of August — though they were not publicly detailed.
A presentation of Police Department crime data comparing the first six months of 2023 with the same period last year showed 33% fewer homicides and 37% fewer gunshot victims. At the same time, gun seizures are up 18%.
On the first day of the initiative, detectives with the Hennepin County Violent Offender Task Force and Minneapolis police officers chased a 12-year-old boydriving a suspected stolen Kia until the vehicle crashed into and destroyed a Metro Transit bus shelter at Olson Hwy. and N. Penn Avenue.
The driver and his five older teenage passengers were injured to varying degrees. All six were arrested, the Sheriff's Office said.
The Kia struck another SUV on Olson Hwy. and Penn Avenue, then slammed into the bus shelter and also hit a man waiting at the shelter around noon, authorities said Monday. The vehicle was believed to have been involved in multiple armed robberies and being driven erratically through the North Side.
On Wednesday, the child, now 13, was charged with four counts of felony criminal vehicular operation and one count each of receiving stolen property and fleeing police. Because of his age, his identity and other details were not made public.
Along with Mayor Jacob Frey, other agency heads in attendance included U.S. Attorney Andrew Luger, Hennepin County Sheriff Dawanna Witt, state Bureau of Criminal Apprehension Superintendent Drew Evans, Hennepin County Attorney Mary Moriarty and Alvin Winston, special agent in charge for the FBI's Minneapolis Field Office. They praised the efforts toward bringing down crime in the tumultuous years since the at-times violent and destructive unrest that followed George Floyd's murder by Minneapolis police officers in May 2020.
"We are focusing on the worst of the worst out there who are wreaking harm or causing havoc in the community," Minneapolis Police Chief Brian O'Hara said of the joint-agency initiative. "You are out there this week and every day and taking these people off the street."
2023.06.07 22:57 Maxjusbreathin Is there a public bus curfew in Montgomery County for kids?
Is there any way a kid could get turned down when trying to ride the bus if it's considered "too late"? Does the bus driver have a choice? Do kids have to pay after a certain time?
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2023.06.07 22:36 WearALotOfBlue Does anyone know about the harris county transit in Baytown (the bus system)
I cant find its route on google maps or any map actually
They have a website that says its functioning and they’ve provided a map of its route too
They claim to offer the route on RideSystem but after downloading it, the bus route is not on there either
They have a twitter account too and they’ve still been tweeting last week too
So it must exist right, or did it shut down or something
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They have a website that says its functioning and they’ve provided a map of its route too
They claim to offer the route on RideSystem but after downloading it, the bus route is not on there either
They have a twitter account too and they’ve still been tweeting last week too
So it must exist right, or did it shut down or something
2023.06.07 17:59 XQIWU Do you think if we had people recording there trips using both the bus and trains, would provide a better persuasion into investing more into improvements?
Recently, I've watched few videos of individuals who decided to record and document(while talking) there time using there local transportation system(Train & Bus). The main goal of the video was to see if it was convenient to use as opposed to sitting in traffic around people with. . .questionable driving skills.
You dont see that kind of initiative when it comes to Rockland County. And was curious, if we did something similar(Taking the bus, getting on the train) would better help showcase the argument into re-investing into Rockland County's transportation system?
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You dont see that kind of initiative when it comes to Rockland County. And was curious, if we did something similar(Taking the bus, getting on the train) would better help showcase the argument into re-investing into Rockland County's transportation system?
2023.06.07 17:26 OfficialOverlord ULPT Request: A guy living in a school bus has been parked outside my business for over a year. The city and county say they legally can’t make him move (California). What can I legally do to encourage him to park somewhere else?
He has 5 dogs that live in the bus with him, and I don’t want to punish them.
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2023.06.07 09:13 TheQuarantinian SCO-NV to consider whether stalking is a protected first amendment activity
Reno, NV mayor Hillary Schieve took her car in for service and the mechanic alerted her that somebody had attached a GPS tracking device to her car. After an investigation it was alleged that it had been placed by private investigator David McNeely, who was working on behalf of an unidentified client. It later came to light that a second car, belonging to Ex-Washoe County Commissioner Vaugn Hartung also had a GPS tracker, and he joined the suit as well.
Schieve asked the judge to order the PI to reveal the name of his client, which the PI is refusing to do citing client/PI privilege. A judge did indeed order the name of the client to be released, and the order has been appealed to the state's supreme court.
John Doe's lawyers have argued that the First Amendment grants the right to anonymously investigate public officials.
"Anonymous pamphlets leaflets, brochures and even books have played an important role in the progress of mankind. Persecuted groups and sects from time to time throughout history have been able to criticize oppressive practices and laws either anonymously or not at all. ... Even the Federalist Papers, written in favor of the adoption of our Constitution, were published under fictitious names." - Lawyers Alina Shell and Jeffrey Barr, Las Vegas, representing John Doe.
According to Doe's lawyers, if he wasn't guaranteed anonymity, their client never would have paid somebody to attach GPS trackers to the cars of elected officials so he could stalk them.
submitted by TheQuarantinian to supremecourt [link] [comments]
Schieve asked the judge to order the PI to reveal the name of his client, which the PI is refusing to do citing client/PI privilege. A judge did indeed order the name of the client to be released, and the order has been appealed to the state's supreme court.
John Doe's lawyers have argued that the First Amendment grants the right to anonymously investigate public officials.
"Anonymous pamphlets leaflets, brochures and even books have played an important role in the progress of mankind. Persecuted groups and sects from time to time throughout history have been able to criticize oppressive practices and laws either anonymously or not at all. ... Even the Federalist Papers, written in favor of the adoption of our Constitution, were published under fictitious names." - Lawyers Alina Shell and Jeffrey Barr, Las Vegas, representing John Doe.
According to Doe's lawyers, if he wasn't guaranteed anonymity, their client never would have paid somebody to attach GPS trackers to the cars of elected officials so he could stalk them.
2023.06.07 08:39 TheBigBad888 Bus Route
Sorry I haven’t gotten a bus in years and I’m having no joy in the Arriva website.
What bus could you get from town to County Road, specifically near to The Brick on County Road (top of Eton Street)?
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What bus could you get from town to County Road, specifically near to The Brick on County Road (top of Eton Street)?
2023.06.07 03:15 Don_Gre Looking to sublease 2b1b
Hello there! My roommate and I are looking to sublease a wonderful 2b1b unit from August 2023 to 2024 since we have to move out of town (unexpectedly). This is a perfect chance for you to experience comfortable living in a convenient location - 5mins walk to County Market, Green bus line, Scott Park, Boneyard Creek, and Green St bars/restaurants! 10mins walk to Engineering Quad & Illinois Terminal!
Rent - $1,290/mo total base rent (Negotiable)
Move-in - flexible August move-in, newly remodeled units, no previous tenants
Official listing - https://www.smilestudentliving.com/listings/detail/b54abfed-c134-46af-b11a-93ddfc90499c
FB Marketplace listing: https://www.facebook.com/marketplace/item/3122580254554164/
Sublease duration - preferably for the full 23-24 year
If this sounds like the perfect place for you, don't hesitate to DM. Thanks!
submitted by Don_Gre to UIUC [link] [comments]
Rent - $1,290/mo total base rent (Negotiable)
Move-in - flexible August move-in, newly remodeled units, no previous tenants
Official listing - https://www.smilestudentliving.com/listings/detail/b54abfed-c134-46af-b11a-93ddfc90499c
FB Marketplace listing: https://www.facebook.com/marketplace/item/3122580254554164/
Sublease duration - preferably for the full 23-24 year
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2023.06.06 20:39 nutjobally Totally confused about disappearing sub/potential relationship… has anyone else has something similar to this happen?
Hey ladies (and dudes if applicable) So I’ve had the strangest few days and I’m very confused and to be honest a little hurt.
I met this guy who was like a total dream… to the point I actually thought he was one of my old subs who was butthurt and using what he knew about me to lure me in and trick me… Anyway- he wasn’t he was 100% who he said he was… he was handsome and intelligent, funny, sweet, totally on my wavelength. And generally I am totally ACE with my subs but with him… I mean… I know this will sound crazy but I could actually see a relationship with him… like marriage, kids- the lot. He was American and we’d have to have figured that out… but both of us were on the exact same page and honestly my heart was fluttering (as well as other places 😂😂😍)
So my schedules are crazy anyway- I’m a single mum who works from home, I have subs in the USA in multiple time zones and one in Australia & only one (and a few guys I get sends from and converse with but I don’t own them per say) in the UK…
So the other night I spent the whole night awake speaking to this guy (let’s call him P for perfection) and both of us are just blown away by how much we have in common and how strong and instant our connection was.
So we had a voice call and he sent me a verification offering (£80 which is $100 USD initially and then £200 which is $250 USD) due to his circumstances being different to usual (I didn’t mention that this guy actually earns a LOT of money… but that wasn’t anywhere near the best thing about him - just a massive surprise bonus after my heart and lady garden were already fluttering.
So this is where I fucked up…
I was due to speak to him properly the following night but I had a call from my friend who was in floods of tears, locked out of her home like 2 hours bus ride, 25-30 minute taxi/drive away from my home. She had moved to my county from another area wayyyyy up north about a year ago to be with her partner as she was pregnant… and so just doesn’t have that many people in her support network yet… but she will when she starts socialising because she’s an awesome human 😎🥰 So I actually ask him if he’ll send me money for a taxi so that I can get there and back quickly as possible so we can have our chat… it would have been around £35 each way and I couldn’t justify spending that and I wasn’t about to ask my crying friend to cough up the taxi money (she had just found out that her partner had been unfaithful and was on her way home to speak to him after telling him she knew on the phone- but when she got there- rather than sticking around and trying to make it up to her- he basically just packed a bag and fucked off with their car and left her with no house keys or way to get in with their 5 month old baby) so obviously to P - the probably sounds like a load of shite - I hadn’t yet told him about my own situation which is this-
Generally I am well off, I don’t need anything from anyone- I usually have savings of around £5000 Minimum that’s accessible and I have a home and a car. This last few years have been difficult- I had a family member I was caring for in the final months of her life until she passed and so obviously had to reduce my hours to work, I also had a partner who I had no idea was just casually using my credit cards until I started to get calls, texts and emails about my minimum payments being ridiculous…
My savings disappeared and I was earning less than usual, my subs are very helpful but aren’t in a position to fix the damage that my ex did (most of them I haven’t even told as I don’t want to dump my shit on them- I was stupid trusting a guy who I cared about and it’s not their problem to fix…
So anyway I used the money P sent me to pay towards 3 of the 6 maxed out credit cards that I have and I get paid on Friday - I didn’t have £70-80 to pay for a round trip in a taxi and I missed our call…
So the next day we arranged a call 9pm my time- but when I got back from being out, I fell asleep in bed with my little boy watching a movie and missed the call again….
I got up, took my son to school and went to work - I had meetings today so had to go out. I messaged him at 3pm ish my time byob Snapchat today saying I fell asleep and could we speak today? When I checked back around an hour or two later - he had just totally disappeared 👻 deleted Snapchat- deleted Reddit- I tried to send him £1 on cashapp just asking him to come back… and it said ‘your payment cannot be sent’
I feel totally jilted and a sub had never made me feel like this before…
He clearly thought that i was taking the piss out of him and that I was just not going to keep my word… but these thing’s genuinely happened and with the time difference too and both of us working it wasn’t easy…
I have no idea why he wouldn’t have sent me a message saying how he felt or given me an opportunity to explain…
Has anyone else experienced something like this? I’ve never really been ‘dumped’ or ghosted by a sub… and I’ve not actually ever met a sub who I was developing romantic feelings towards… my heart hurts a bit 💔😞 I don’t know if he’s going to come back or if this is just over… advice and support welcomed… if you haven’t got anything nice or supportive to say then please don’t comment… I’m hurt so #bekind.
Hope you are all having a lovely day (well, I hope you are all having the day you deserve 😍🥰😘 I’m not 😞 but im hoping you ladies & gents might cheer me up a bit ☺️❤️🔥)
submitted by nutjobally to findomsupportgroup [link] [comments]
I met this guy who was like a total dream… to the point I actually thought he was one of my old subs who was butthurt and using what he knew about me to lure me in and trick me… Anyway- he wasn’t he was 100% who he said he was… he was handsome and intelligent, funny, sweet, totally on my wavelength. And generally I am totally ACE with my subs but with him… I mean… I know this will sound crazy but I could actually see a relationship with him… like marriage, kids- the lot. He was American and we’d have to have figured that out… but both of us were on the exact same page and honestly my heart was fluttering (as well as other places 😂😂😍)
So my schedules are crazy anyway- I’m a single mum who works from home, I have subs in the USA in multiple time zones and one in Australia & only one (and a few guys I get sends from and converse with but I don’t own them per say) in the UK…
So the other night I spent the whole night awake speaking to this guy (let’s call him P for perfection) and both of us are just blown away by how much we have in common and how strong and instant our connection was.
So we had a voice call and he sent me a verification offering (£80 which is $100 USD initially and then £200 which is $250 USD) due to his circumstances being different to usual (I didn’t mention that this guy actually earns a LOT of money… but that wasn’t anywhere near the best thing about him - just a massive surprise bonus after my heart and lady garden were already fluttering.
So this is where I fucked up…
I was due to speak to him properly the following night but I had a call from my friend who was in floods of tears, locked out of her home like 2 hours bus ride, 25-30 minute taxi/drive away from my home. She had moved to my county from another area wayyyyy up north about a year ago to be with her partner as she was pregnant… and so just doesn’t have that many people in her support network yet… but she will when she starts socialising because she’s an awesome human 😎🥰 So I actually ask him if he’ll send me money for a taxi so that I can get there and back quickly as possible so we can have our chat… it would have been around £35 each way and I couldn’t justify spending that and I wasn’t about to ask my crying friend to cough up the taxi money (she had just found out that her partner had been unfaithful and was on her way home to speak to him after telling him she knew on the phone- but when she got there- rather than sticking around and trying to make it up to her- he basically just packed a bag and fucked off with their car and left her with no house keys or way to get in with their 5 month old baby) so obviously to P - the probably sounds like a load of shite - I hadn’t yet told him about my own situation which is this-
Generally I am well off, I don’t need anything from anyone- I usually have savings of around £5000 Minimum that’s accessible and I have a home and a car. This last few years have been difficult- I had a family member I was caring for in the final months of her life until she passed and so obviously had to reduce my hours to work, I also had a partner who I had no idea was just casually using my credit cards until I started to get calls, texts and emails about my minimum payments being ridiculous…
My savings disappeared and I was earning less than usual, my subs are very helpful but aren’t in a position to fix the damage that my ex did (most of them I haven’t even told as I don’t want to dump my shit on them- I was stupid trusting a guy who I cared about and it’s not their problem to fix…
So anyway I used the money P sent me to pay towards 3 of the 6 maxed out credit cards that I have and I get paid on Friday - I didn’t have £70-80 to pay for a round trip in a taxi and I missed our call…
So the next day we arranged a call 9pm my time- but when I got back from being out, I fell asleep in bed with my little boy watching a movie and missed the call again….
I got up, took my son to school and went to work - I had meetings today so had to go out. I messaged him at 3pm ish my time byob Snapchat today saying I fell asleep and could we speak today? When I checked back around an hour or two later - he had just totally disappeared 👻 deleted Snapchat- deleted Reddit- I tried to send him £1 on cashapp just asking him to come back… and it said ‘your payment cannot be sent’
I feel totally jilted and a sub had never made me feel like this before…
He clearly thought that i was taking the piss out of him and that I was just not going to keep my word… but these thing’s genuinely happened and with the time difference too and both of us working it wasn’t easy…
I have no idea why he wouldn’t have sent me a message saying how he felt or given me an opportunity to explain…
Has anyone else experienced something like this? I’ve never really been ‘dumped’ or ghosted by a sub… and I’ve not actually ever met a sub who I was developing romantic feelings towards… my heart hurts a bit 💔😞 I don’t know if he’s going to come back or if this is just over… advice and support welcomed… if you haven’t got anything nice or supportive to say then please don’t comment… I’m hurt so #bekind.
Hope you are all having a lovely day (well, I hope you are all having the day you deserve 😍🥰😘 I’m not 😞 but im hoping you ladies & gents might cheer me up a bit ☺️❤️🔥)
2023.06.06 16:44 CleanShallot7046 Expected Array but got Object
I'm getting an " Invalid type. Expected Array but got Object," and I can't find the issue. Any help would be appreciated.
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submitted by CleanShallot7046 to MicrosoftFlow [link] [comments]
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2023.06.06 08:57 Straypuft Bus riders who travel between Akron and Cleveland
Has anyone here ever wanted to spend a day in Cleveland but find it to be too much of a time constraint? It was always you had to be downtown by 4:30PM to catch the last Metro bus back to Akron or pay a higher price to catch the last Greyhound/Barons Bus back to Akron at 6PM.
There is now a new way to travel to Cleveland via Metro.
You will find that the #101 to Brecksville no longer exists, It has been replaced by the #31 and #32 which travel from Downtown Akron Transit Center to Southgate Transit Center in Maple Heights, From here there are 2 ways of getting into Downtown Cleveland, You can catch the GCRTA #19 which goes to Downtown Cleveland, or catch the #41 north to the Blue or Green Line Rapid Stations and ride them into downtown.
The #31 and #32 will are around 90 minutes ride each way and I am pretty sure you will be able to use an Akron all day bus pass. These 2 routes will have a last nighttime return to Akron between 10:00PM and 10:15PM respectively..
Along with the later return home option, these 2 lines will run every hour, the #31 will leave at 30 past the hour while the #32 will leave on the hour which means if you travel all the way North, you will not have to wait more than 30 minutes to go all the way to Cuyahoga County
For new AKR-CLE travelers, if you use the EZFare mobile fare app, you will find that Cleveland RTA passes are available on it and the current price for an All Day Pass in Cleveland is $5 which will allow travel on buses and trains.
There is more to just traveling to Cuyahoga County, With the removal of the #100's lines, the #31 and #32 will travel though some different locales including Twinsburg, Macedonia, Hudson, Stow.
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There is now a new way to travel to Cleveland via Metro.
You will find that the #101 to Brecksville no longer exists, It has been replaced by the #31 and #32 which travel from Downtown Akron Transit Center to Southgate Transit Center in Maple Heights, From here there are 2 ways of getting into Downtown Cleveland, You can catch the GCRTA #19 which goes to Downtown Cleveland, or catch the #41 north to the Blue or Green Line Rapid Stations and ride them into downtown.
The #31 and #32 will are around 90 minutes ride each way and I am pretty sure you will be able to use an Akron all day bus pass. These 2 routes will have a last nighttime return to Akron between 10:00PM and 10:15PM respectively..
Along with the later return home option, these 2 lines will run every hour, the #31 will leave at 30 past the hour while the #32 will leave on the hour which means if you travel all the way North, you will not have to wait more than 30 minutes to go all the way to Cuyahoga County
For new AKR-CLE travelers, if you use the EZFare mobile fare app, you will find that Cleveland RTA passes are available on it and the current price for an All Day Pass in Cleveland is $5 which will allow travel on buses and trains.
There is more to just traveling to Cuyahoga County, With the removal of the #100's lines, the #31 and #32 will travel though some different locales including Twinsburg, Macedonia, Hudson, Stow.
2023.06.06 08:20 baileyville001 Search Ad Relevance - Need advice on rating
I’ve been away for some time and a bit rusty. Can anyone help if I’m rating this correctly? The user is looking an app for the bus system in the county of X, which is owned and operated by the county. In this app you can check for routes as well as buy tickets. The ad is for a global taxi service like Uber, Lyft, Grab.
Would this be Acceptable or Bad?
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Would this be Acceptable or Bad?
2023.06.06 07:51 Necessary-Notice5889 Homeless in Bakersfield California
Anybody currently homeless out here? I'll be homeless in about 2-3 weeks, I'm in the middle of a detainer to be evicted and I have some time. I'm looking everyday and every hour in hopes of getting a shift again at Amazon. Just ordered my ID last week so I'm still waiting for it. My gf already applied for emergency cash aid about a month ago and the case still says pending... We are out of food and water for another 4 days(until the 9th we get food stamps) we tried 211, they never do anything. All shelters are full. Idek what we gonna do when we get kicked out, I just try to enjoy my ps4 while I can. I'm not having any luck selling it( I put it on offerup for $160) GameStop would only offer $50 so it's def not worth it. It's next to impossible to get a job anywhere cause the hours they want you to work are past bus hours and UbeLyfts so expensive $25 just to get home after a shift.
We was homeless last year in a rental deal we had with a person and that was hard enough, I know it's gonna be wayyyy worse being on the street and all the shelters are full. If kern county would just give cash aid to single people with no kids could've used that money to help go to work until the first paycheck but alas this county only likes to help people with kids.
I have been going through homelessness for 10 years. (I'm 29 now) if you have any good advice on being here in Kern county. I know for sure we need to leave but we don't have the money to get out of here hopefully we can get shifts at Amazon soon...
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We was homeless last year in a rental deal we had with a person and that was hard enough, I know it's gonna be wayyyy worse being on the street and all the shelters are full. If kern county would just give cash aid to single people with no kids could've used that money to help go to work until the first paycheck but alas this county only likes to help people with kids.
I have been going through homelessness for 10 years. (I'm 29 now) if you have any good advice on being here in Kern county. I know for sure we need to leave but we don't have the money to get out of here hopefully we can get shifts at Amazon soon...
2023.06.06 02:26 YusufAErdogan OMNY
I understand OMNY is being rolled out in NYC and commuter rail, but will Long Island busses adopt OMNY? I know NICE bus intends to, but what about Suffolk County Transit?
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2023.06.05 20:48 Dorothy2023 Sovereign Citizen not under the jurisdiction of the U.S. government does not report to probation officers, gets killed.
 | submitted by Dorothy2023 to amibeingdetained [link] [comments] Justice for Tyshawn Hancock. He was Sovereign. TLDR: Tyshawn Hancock aka Paharqua Nzinga El bit a man's nose during a bar fight and placed on probation. Declared himself a sovereign citizen at Ohio Attorney General's Office and not under jurisdiction of the U.S. government. Failed to report to probation officer. After filing more sovereign paperwork was killed by "professional killer" Probation Officer John Farnsworth to send message to other sovereigns.
Did probation officers assassinate a sovereign citizen? SourceTyshawn Hancock’s family wonders whether or not he was targeted for death by probation officers trained to kill because of his affiliation with the sovereignty movement. Here’s what happened the last day of his life. Article 2 1 Dead, Probation Officer Injured In Shooting In Southeast Columbus SourceOne family is mourning the loss of their grandson, while another is praying for the quick recovery of a probation officer who was shot while trying to do his job. The officer-involved shooting happened just before 10 a.m. on Thursday in the 2800 block of Petzinger Road in east Columbus. Article 3 Grand jury clears probation officer in fatal shooting SourceCOLUMBUS, Ohio — A Franklin County grand jury has declined to indict a probation officer who fatally shot a man who fired at him first at an East Side home four months ago. The shooting occurred when Jonathan D. Farnsworth and another probation officer were attempting to arrest Tyshawn Hancock at 2850 Petzinger Rd. on a probation violation on July 10. Prosecutor Ron O’Brien said the grand jury reviewed the case on Friday and found no criminal conduct by Farnsworth. |
2023.06.05 20:07 Ferengi89 White guy from s carolina results.
 | Moms side has been in south Carolina since early 1700s. Fathers side immigrated from Ireland during potato famine. Guess im pretty celtic lol. submitted by Ferengi89 to AncestryDNA [link] [comments] |
2023.06.05 16:57 Emotionalchaosgod My mum is paranoid
My mum wants me to be quiet all day everyday because she believes that our neighbours (on both sides) are listening to us and stopping her from doing anything.
I’m so done with her. I just want to move out but I can’t as I don’t have a job (my health is really bad right now so I don’t think I’d even manage it), and rent is so expense and the price of food is too.
She believes that they’re listening to everything she says, I can’t even ask her to come downstairs because she says it’s “too personal”. Wtf. I can’t ask her to go for a walk because “they’re listening”. I can’t even raise my voice slightly because she thinks I’m arguing with her. Can’t even give her a different perspective or she thinks I’m her enemy. I live in a totalitarian home.
Earlier she was asking for my help with Photoshop, but I was on a call with my lecturer for a brief. When I got off 20 minutes she was in her bed, in a huff and she kept telling me to get out. After a little while of prodding at her, she was apparently struggling with the “hand thing” and it wasn’t wasnt letting her “do anything”. I asked her to clarify what she meant so I could help her but she wouldn’t even answer me.
Yesterday, before she was acting up again (she has done this before, a lot. She is very obviously stressed about a lot of things but she doesn’t handle it very well, I know because I don’t handle stress well either, but I’ve been learning) we went rock climbing as she had an induction and it would have been amazing if we could do it together so she could be more involved in what I do and I could spend more time with her. We get there and so far she’s fine! She’s enjoying it. Then the next thing a woman comes in with her partner who is a nurse, and my mum hates our public health organisation. For what they’ve done to her and me at birth. But I’m not here for that I’m here to just vent. My mum gets immediately anxious when the woman mentions she’s a nurse, and her partner who is spectating is also a nurse. The guy also said that they should record the woman climbing for their son. Which I find okay, go ahead! Just don’t aim the camera anywhere near me. But my mum is anxious at this point. I didn’t see the guy recording, so I assume they didn’t. I calm my mum down by distracting her by showing her cute animal videos. She seemed fine. I asked her if she was okay, when we were there, when we got on the bus and when we were at home. I’m fine, she says.
So back to today she says “why didn’t I stop them from recording at the climbing?” At some point and I’m just like “they weren’t recording, I didn’t see the guy record.” And she denies this, saying “I know they were!” “They’re out for me!” Stuff like that. Though the woman nurse said that they were off work…? Our neighbours to the right of us is a nurse too at the same hospital (as my mum assumes that the woman at the climbing goes to the same hospital, though there are two hospitals in our county…) and making mostly baseless accusations that the neighbour must have somehow told the other nurse that my mum was doing an induction at the climbing gym???
My mum is losing the plot. That’s my vent. Hope it was legible to read, because I’m stressing out and my brain is scrambled. I’m supposed to be finish off a very late assignment but my mum decided to be a paranoid tin-foil hat… person.
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I’m so done with her. I just want to move out but I can’t as I don’t have a job (my health is really bad right now so I don’t think I’d even manage it), and rent is so expense and the price of food is too.
She believes that they’re listening to everything she says, I can’t even ask her to come downstairs because she says it’s “too personal”. Wtf. I can’t ask her to go for a walk because “they’re listening”. I can’t even raise my voice slightly because she thinks I’m arguing with her. Can’t even give her a different perspective or she thinks I’m her enemy. I live in a totalitarian home.
Earlier she was asking for my help with Photoshop, but I was on a call with my lecturer for a brief. When I got off 20 minutes she was in her bed, in a huff and she kept telling me to get out. After a little while of prodding at her, she was apparently struggling with the “hand thing” and it wasn’t wasnt letting her “do anything”. I asked her to clarify what she meant so I could help her but she wouldn’t even answer me.
Yesterday, before she was acting up again (she has done this before, a lot. She is very obviously stressed about a lot of things but she doesn’t handle it very well, I know because I don’t handle stress well either, but I’ve been learning) we went rock climbing as she had an induction and it would have been amazing if we could do it together so she could be more involved in what I do and I could spend more time with her. We get there and so far she’s fine! She’s enjoying it. Then the next thing a woman comes in with her partner who is a nurse, and my mum hates our public health organisation. For what they’ve done to her and me at birth. But I’m not here for that I’m here to just vent. My mum gets immediately anxious when the woman mentions she’s a nurse, and her partner who is spectating is also a nurse. The guy also said that they should record the woman climbing for their son. Which I find okay, go ahead! Just don’t aim the camera anywhere near me. But my mum is anxious at this point. I didn’t see the guy recording, so I assume they didn’t. I calm my mum down by distracting her by showing her cute animal videos. She seemed fine. I asked her if she was okay, when we were there, when we got on the bus and when we were at home. I’m fine, she says.
So back to today she says “why didn’t I stop them from recording at the climbing?” At some point and I’m just like “they weren’t recording, I didn’t see the guy record.” And she denies this, saying “I know they were!” “They’re out for me!” Stuff like that. Though the woman nurse said that they were off work…? Our neighbours to the right of us is a nurse too at the same hospital (as my mum assumes that the woman at the climbing goes to the same hospital, though there are two hospitals in our county…) and making mostly baseless accusations that the neighbour must have somehow told the other nurse that my mum was doing an induction at the climbing gym???
My mum is losing the plot. That’s my vent. Hope it was legible to read, because I’m stressing out and my brain is scrambled. I’m supposed to be finish off a very late assignment but my mum decided to be a paranoid tin-foil hat… person.