Brent Parent is an asshole. He has made a career of being an asshole. Over 25 years this waste of skin had racked up 64 driving violations, which included speeding, not obeying stop signs and/or running red lights, suspensions and driving prohibitions.
I hate Andrew David Thompson of Okemos, Michigan. He is a confessed serial dog killer and that makes him without a doubt a hellbeast. The fact that he tortured each and every one of those poor dogs makes him a monster. Jodi Lebombard, a deputy with Ingham County Animal Control, checked out a tip and found a bloodied, wounded dog in Andrew David Thompson’s apartment.
Nah, not that kind of fixed. I got a brand new body part to replace a broken down body part. It works! I am now out of hospital but am still out of commission for a little while. That means that I won’t be uploading new articles for a while. Sorry about that. Still, all is not lost. There is a pile of earlier articles that I highly recommend for your perusal.
So here’s the setup: women from around the United States visit websites such as singleparentmeet.com and spot the profile of an extremely handsome single father who earns $200,000 per year as a psychologist. His name is Dalton St. Clair, and he’s looking for a serious relationship. Desperate, pathetic single mothers are also looking for a serious relationship.
Lately politicians have been jumping on the “being a mother is the hardest job” bandwagon, and I do agree that being a mom is awfully tough at times. But there’s one mother who has made being a child even more difficult. I am talking about Linda Clappison of Keyingham, East Yorkshire. She had, in fact, turned her children’s childhood into hell.
Benjamin Franklin once said, “It takes many good deeds to build a good reputation, and only one bad one to lose it.” Wow, what a lofty start to a story, quoting old Benjamin! But the quote is very apt in this case. Armand Huard of Quebec once enjoyed a great reputation as a humanitarian. He worked for 12 years with impoverished kids in Haiti.
I don’t know much about Paul Antoine Dion Jr.’s life. I do know he lived in Bourg, LA. And I also know he’s a pathetic coward and a POS excuse for a father. Just ask his son Spencer. Oh, yeah, right, you can’t ask Spencer, now or ever.
In October 2008 Irving Bell of Surrey died at the not-so-ripe old age of 67. That much is known. Why he died and how he died will never be known. Irving Bell’s children must not only deal with not knowing why their dad is dead, but also with what happened to him after his death. Irving Bell’s son Graeme Bryson said. “He just deserved a lot better than what he got at the end of his life.”
John Ryan Turner would have turned 22 this year if he hadn’t been murdered by his hellbeast father, Cpl. Steven Turner, and his hellbitch mother, Lorelei Turner. In actuality, John Ryan Turner lived to be only 3 years old. He died on May 26, 1994 in his home in Miramichi, NB. He’d been a victim of abuse and neglect.
I don’t usually have good things to say about thieves, but one thief in particular should be commended for doing the right thing. In April 2011 the thief had burgled the home of David Pethig in Wrexham, North Wales and stole a laptop. Usually it would be no big deal — insurance would cover the loss. Unfortunately for David Pethig, though, the burglar had a conscience and the theft became a big deal.
Jesus Mura Sanchez of Ontario is not a nice guy. He is an asshole animal abuser. And that makes him a hellbeast in my book. I wish I had a picture of Jesus Mura Sanchez to show you, but I don’t. What I do have are pictures of his handiwork which I think speaks volumes about the quality of his character.
Call me naive, but I never really considered human trafficking to be a Canadian problem. Until now, thanks to the Domotor family.
Darcy Don Bannert of Edmonton, Alberta is a vile piece of shit, IMO. The things he did to a helpless 4-year-old girl are nearly unimaginable, completely sadistic and undeniably criminal. And the fact that the little girl’s own mother was complicit is unconscionable. And their sentences were much too lenient, IMHO.
Anyone who has read this blog has to understand that I hate pedophiles. I wish the ills of the world and the torments of hell upon them all. Beyond wishing, and writing about them, and warning the public about them, I don’t actually set about capturing pedophiles and inflicting heinous tortures and merciless deaths upon them. Because that would be a) illegal and b) psycho whacko.
In Dayton, Ohio, back in August 2005, China Arnold gave birth to a beautiful baby girl named Paris Talley. Unhappily for little Paris Talley, her mother was in actuality a murderous hellbeast with a criminal past. China Arnold had previously been convicted of abduction in 2000 and forgery in 2002. The tiny, helpless baby Paris Talley was not destined for a long life.
In 2007 Neil Strachan of Scotland forgot to clean his hard drive before he handed his computer over to the repair technicians. That piece of forgetfulness led to complete and total disaster for him and 7 of his pedophile buddies.
I remember a whole lot about when I was 11. It is actually amazing how clear and vivid those childhood memories are. My life was filled with happiness and love when I was 11. The same cannot be said for a certain young girl in Luton Bedfordshire, UK. This poor girl had the awful misfortune of being raped by Roshane Channer and Ruben Monteiro.
This story upsets me deeply because of the huge number of victims, and the incredible betrayal of trust. The pediatrician Dr. Earl Brian Bradley was liked, respected and trusted in the community of Lewes, Delaware. What the 1300 members of the community had yet to learn was that this doctor was deserving of nothing short of hatred and loathing.
Geez Louise is nothing sacred? We’ve had pedophile priests, clowns, foster parents, babysitters, RCMP officers, psychics, nursery workers, teachers and so on and so forth. But a pedophile Santa Claus? Is there nowhere they won’t go and nothing they won’t do to get their filthy paws on children?
The greatest thing about my dogs is that they will forgive me anything — the hated nail clipping, the dreaded bath time, the slightly late suppertime, the distressing visits to the vet. They even forgave me for neutering them.
