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<title><![CDATA[City of Fresno employee PAID to lie and set up residents for ...]]></title>
<link>http://marlalk.wordpress.com/?p=1008</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 08 Sep 2008 00:29:37 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[&#8230;. annihilation.
 
City of Fresno, CA has fake work crews accompanying Public Works, some of]]></description>
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<div><span style="font-size:medium;color:#800000;font-family:Arial;">City of Fresno, CA has fake work crews accompanying Public Works, some of whom profess to burglarize and murder.  (I have names.)  See how they are used in one of the most heinous operations in history.</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:medium;color:#800000;font-family:Arial;">The City of Fresno PAYS one (or more??) of their employee to blatantly LIE to unsuspecting residents about the cause behind sewage back spills.  Gaining access in order to take photographs of their victims' belongings that will later be stolen, this person demands that a "release" is signed prior to clean-up.  Release is later used a ticket of non-responsibility, should they be caught.  </span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:medium;color:#800000;font-family:Arial;">Fake work crews step in. Property is robbed and torn apart in order for Public Works to carry out unauthorized altering of the city water system; structure/s quickly reconstructed by fake work crew.  Plat/parcel maps altered; property re-sold as "original."  Trail of ID theft, forged deeds of people never seen again, suspected homicide.  </span></div>
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<div><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="color:#800000;"><span style="font-size:medium;font-family:Arial;">For those who do not believe that this pertains to them, perhaps this will interest you.  This operation has been taking place for many, many years.  Surrounding utility poles have been relocated in order to line back up to the altered structures throughout town.  Notice they have been removed from easements, now setting in alleys or on mow strips.  (This may explain the new sidewalks and mow strips in areas where there were none in the past.)  Notice the extra wires/cables and all the masts on roofs that were not there before.  The connections from the poles to connecting structures are being carried out by the fake work crew (I have names) - some of whom admit that this is linked to violation of privacy issues i.e., tapped phones, hacked computers, hidden cameras INSIDE of homes/offices.  And more.</span>  <span style="font-size:medium;font-family:Arial;">There is no help from PG&#38;E regarding the issue because with their records altered and numbers on the poles transferred to the new poles, the office personnel are oblivious.  They insist that their poles have always been where they are now.  </span></span></span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:medium;color:#800000;font-family:Arial;">Reporting this to the City of Fresno was met with lies, name-calling, perjury - followed by death threats.  In this case, not only do they PAY their employee to set up unsuspecting residents in order to pull this off, their own (unaltered) records verify the major alterations - so they discredit their own records.  Any other witnesses are called "liars."</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:medium;color:#800000;font-family:Arial;">This is why there are no older records of Fresno - very few photographs remain.  Including the ones in homes - they are being scanned/altered without occupant's knowledge or consent.  Do yourself (and everyone else) a favor - locate your out-of-town friends and relatives and request copies of old photographs.  You will be shocked, if not horrified, to see what has taken place.  No record for any of it - only lies and altered records as though things were always this way.  </span></div>
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<title><![CDATA[The Burglary]]></title>
<link>http://dennisjansen.wordpress.com/?p=806</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 07 Sep 2008 14:28:53 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>dennisjansen</dc:creator>
<guid>http://dennisjansen.wordpress.com/?p=806</guid>
<description><![CDATA[So I completely forgot to write about the robbery – the gamma house was robbed Friday morning.
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So I completely forgot to write about the robbery – the gamma house was robbed Friday morning.</p>
<p>I came downstairs around 4am to make breakfast and one of the 3L’s was watching TV.</p>
<p>We had the <em>“Oh shit you’re still up? Oh shit you’re all ready up?”</em> conversation and then he went to bed.</p>
<p>I made breakfast, watched the news, then left for the library around 5am.</p>
<p>Sometime between 5am and 7:30am (when the others woke up) someone ripped open our screen, opened the window, and slid into the house.</p>
<p>The burglar stole the 3L’s backpack and one of the 1L’s bikes.</p>
<p>Now 5am is a weird time, even for a crackhead, to break into a house.</p>
<p>The 3L thinks the robber was outside for a while and waited for the TV to turn off. Which means that the burglar was looming around and watched me leave. <em>Eek</em>.</p>
<p>Police reports were filed, the 3L already has a new backpack, and we <em>triple</em>-check the windows every night.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Why Does Alaska Hate Me]]></title>
<link>http://felixdemarco.wordpress.com/?p=76</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 07 Sep 2008 00:43:30 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>felixdemarco</dc:creator>
<guid>http://felixdemarco.wordpress.com/?p=76</guid>
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Okay, so I have been burgled.

The evidence:

The fridge door was ajar when I got home.  All my fo]]></description>
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<p>Okay, so I have been burgled.</p>
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<p>The evidence:</p>
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<li>The fridge door was ajar when I got home.  All my food was warm, including the quarter gallon of milk.  (I know I'm not supposed to cry over spilled milk, but what about stolen and/or spoiled milk?  Is that okay?)</li>
<li>My camera is missing, and since I live alone it should be in the last place I put it.</li>
<li>My food box is disorganized, and there is bits of beef jerky on the floor.</li>
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<p>Now that I know, I feel so violated and dirty.  Even though this place doesn't feel very homey, it was my place, and I don't like that someone else came in and had their way with it.  I don't know, but I find this whole situation very upsetting.</p>
<p>And yes, I know this is the second camera that's gotten stolen in the past 2 months.  Perhaps I shouldn't own a camera.  At least until I find a new place.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[What's Happening]]></title>
<link>http://felixdemarco.wordpress.com/?p=74</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 06 Sep 2008 00:20:10 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>felixdemarco</dc:creator>
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I think I may have been burgled&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;
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I think I may have been burgled.........</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Restraining Order + Death Threats Behind Autry's "Upgrade"]]></title>
<link>http://missmarla.wordpress.com/?p=97</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 02:00:30 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>missmarla</dc:creator>
<guid>http://missmarla.wordpress.com/?p=97</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Fresno, CA
As a result of pleading for help and reporting what was done to my family, our propertie]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Fresno, CA</p>
<p>As a result of pleading for help and reporting what was done to my family, our properties and me, Mayor Alan Autry had the Dept. of Public Works issue a Restraining Order against me. They committed perjury to discredit their own records, which verify exactly what they did - destruction and haphazard patching of our properties in order to illegally alter the city sewer/water system. Regardless of the loss of our properties as a result of this, suspected homicide of my family members, poisoning and attempted murder of me - death threats followed.</p>
<p>RECAP:  In preparation for what was coming, there were ongoing sewage back spills.  The risk analyst showed up after these events and without any investigation, always deemed this to be caused by "negligence in sewer maintenance."  In reality, sewer and water lines were being cut and altered.  Her response to the ensuing illness, respiratory, infections, amputation, death among my family and my next-door-neighbor was, "not my problem." She denied taking the countless photographs of belongings that were stolen/switched.  Out of 250+/- photographs, she claimed to have only 14+/-.  (Half were taken next door!)  Not ONE photograph of the reason she claimed to be coming out; not ONE of the damages.  She conspired with my property insurance adjuster in a manner that left me unable to file a claim for ANYTHING that took place - a situation that continues to this very day.</p>
<p>Wilbert Swieso, a former employee of the City of Fresno, is running a fake work crew that accompanies Public Works. He laughs at the City of Fresno, referring to the very people who are covering up for him as "easy" and his "puppets."  Allowing them to believe they know EVERYTHING he is doing, is the key to his success.  He conspires with their employees in carrying out major alterations throughout the city, and having records altered to cover it up.  Put altered records in front of city personnel, and that is what they stand behind.</p>
<p>Mr. Swieso is also an insurance agent / estate planner who preys on clients.  In my case, he had fraudulent legal documents prepared for my family's properties, appointing himself in charge "should something happen to me."  He enrolled me in a fraudulent insurance policy, appointing himself "beneficiary."  He coerced me into appointing him "beneficiary" of my regular life insurance policy.  Mr. Winslow told me I would be meeting the others, including his former wife, "in another world." </p>
<p>With the risk analyst lying and setting people up for total annihilation, Winslow and Swieso step in and take over.  Click here to see Mr. Winslow's trail:  <a href="http://tinyurl.com/5h3dh7">http://tinyurl.com/5h3dh7</a></p>
<p>This same risk analyst was the last person seen speaking to the owner of the Laundromat, across the alley from me.  Mr. Winslow said he would be taking over the Laundromat as well.  The owner was never seen again.  New deed looks forged; new owner lives next door to Jeffry C. Winslow!   </p>
<p>These people have many methods of "removing" people from their property.  Upon being vacated, altering of the city water system ensues.  With "planted" neighbors who rotate as this goes on, there are no complaints or witnesses to wrongdoing.  Structures are quickly rebuilt without permits or inspections.  Plat/parcel maps are altered to line up to the new measurements.  This is why there are no older records of Fresno, CA.  </p>
<p>My neighbor, across the street, was shot/killed when this took place on his property.  His neighbors claimed that they saw nothing unusual - to this day they deny the major construction that took place.  These same neighbors moved around the corner and said the same thing about my family's properties as well as the Laundromat!  As a matter of interest, the attorney (David A. Silva) who conspired with Mr. Swieso in the preparation of fraudulent legal documents for my family's properties, was the same attorney for the deceased man's estate!  Coincidence or not, when all of this began to be uncovered, the attorney closed his office and was never seen again - since disbarred.</p>
<p>Residents of Fresno are being annihilated / eliminated in order to "secretly" alter the water system.  According to Swieso and Winslow - WATER DIVERSION!</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Burglars make off with Floyd Mayweather's Jewelry]]></title>
<link>http://on221.wordpress.com/?p=2766</link>
<pubDate>Wed, 03 Sep 2008 00:27:35 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Des</dc:creator>
<guid>http://on221.wordpress.com/?p=2766</guid>
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According to TMZ, this goomba and three others presumable like him made off with $7 million &#8211;]]></description>
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<p>According to <a href="http://www.tmz.com/2008/09/02/mayweathers-jewels-grabbed-without-permission/">TMZ</a>, this goomba and three others presumable like him made off with $7 million --that's <strong>$7,000,000</strong>-- worth of jewelry after breaking into Floyd Mayweather's Las Vegas home.</p>
<p>This man and his cohort's are said to have broke in to Mayweather's mansion through his bedroom window while he was out.</p>
<p><strong>The moral of this story</strong>: Don't have $7 million worth of jewelry just chillin' in your home. Invest in a safe or panic room disguised as a bookcase or guard dog or something. Get the Sloman shield. SOMETHING!</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Burgler Did More Than Burgle]]></title>
<link>http://tehawesomestory.wordpress.com/2008/09/02/burgler-did-more-than-burgle/</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 02 Sep 2008 14:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Mr. Bitterness</dc:creator>
<guid>http://tehawesomestory.wordpress.com/2008/09/02/burgler-did-more-than-burgle/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Man charged for burglary, ‘touching’ victim
Bonus Quote:
&#8230;and then licked the victim’s e]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://recordonline.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080901/NEWS/80901007">Man charged for burglary, ‘touching’ victim</a></p>
<p>Bonus Quote:</p>
<blockquote><p>...and then licked the victim’s ear while she was sleeping</p></blockquote>
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<title><![CDATA[&gt; US woman attempts to kidnap online 'boyfriend'US woman attempts to kidnap online 'boyfriend']]></title>
<link>http://ahgonghippo.wordpress.com/?p=507</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 29 Aug 2008 06:09:38 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>ahgonghippo</dc:creator>
<guid>http://ahgonghippo.wordpress.com/?p=507</guid>
<description><![CDATA[US woman attempts to kidnap online &#8216;boyfriend&#8217;
28 August 2008
PLAYING the Internet game ]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://newpaper.asia1.com.sg/news/story/0,4136,174664-1219960740,00.html?">US woman attempts to kidnap online 'boyfriend'</p>
<p>28 August 2008</a></p>
<p>PLAYING the Internet game - Second Life - may have led her to face another kind of life - in prison.</p>
<p>Kimberly Jernigan, 33, started a virtual relationship with a man on Second Life. There, she played as a female avatar and he a lion.</p>
<p>And when the relationship failed, she allegedly tried to kidnap him twice, reported ABC news. Jernigan, 33, who is separated from her husband, met the man a few months ago.</p>
<p>A US news station reported she was distressed when her Second Life relationship with the 52-year-old man from Delaware ended when the pair met face-to-face.</p>
<p>'She started this virtual relationship and she wasn't ready to break it off,' said police spokesman Mr Trinidad Navarro.</p>
<p>'She had difficulty distinguishing between the virtual relationship and a real-life relationship,' he said.</p>
<p>Her first attempt was several weeks ago, said police.</p>
<p>According to police, Jernigan's virtual ex claims that she tried to kidnap him s outside his office in Pennsylvania.</p>
<p>'She encountered him in the parking lot and pointed a gun at him and told him to get in the car,' said Mr Navarro. 'He went off running.'</p>
<p>It was unclear if Jernigan was ever charged in connection with that incident. In her second attempt, she returned to Delaware disguised as a postal worker to try and find his home address - which, after four days of searching, she did.</p>
<p>She made her second attempt last week.</p>
<p>The ex-boyfriend called the police and said he escaped from his apartment because a person who he believed was Jernigan was inside with what appeared to be a Taser.</p>
<p>Police said they found Jernigan's dog - bound with duct tape - locked inside the apartment bathroom. They found a pair of handcuffs outside his bedroom window.</p>
<p>Online addiction</p>
<p>Jernigan faces charges of attempted kidnapping, burglary and aggravated menacing and is being held on a US$65,000 ($92,000) bond.</p>
<p>Her husband, Mr Michael Jernigan, said both he and his wife had become involved in online relationships through Second Life.</p>
<p>'We had an agreement to have a somewhat open relationship and actually being involved in a game online was a very safe way to do that,' said Mr Jernigan.</p>
<p>But, he said, Jernigan soon spent all her free time playing the game. 'I always knew that she could be obsessive, and that type of thing, but I never thought it would go as far as this,' he said.</p>
<p>Mental health experts say Internet use can progress into a form of addiction, at times leading to destructive consequences.</p>
<p>Dr Bankole Johnson, chair of the department of psychiatry and neurobehavioral sciences at the University of Virginia, said people who become so wrapped up in online worlds that they have difficulty distinguishing fantasy and reality, often have pre-existing mental illnesses. 'What people develop is a delusional idea that the (virtual) person is real,' he said. </p>
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<title><![CDATA[FRAUD: Broken pipes on private property (Fresno, CA)]]></title>
<link>http://missmarla.wordpress.com/?p=22</link>
<pubDate>Wed, 27 Aug 2008 04:02:46 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>missmarla</dc:creator>
<guid>http://missmarla.wordpress.com/?p=22</guid>
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Homeowners are repeatedly reminded that they are responsible for the sewer and water lines on their]]></description>
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<div><span style="font-family:courier new;">Homeowners are repeatedly reminded that they are responsible for the sewer and water lines on their property - up to the water meter; the City is responsible for the lines on city property. </span></div>
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[caption id="attachment_52" align="aligncenter" width="470" caption="WaterMeter"]<a href="http://missmarla.wordpress.com/files/2008/08/waterlay3.jpg"><img class="size-large wp-image-52" src="http://missmarla.wordpress.com/files/2008/08/waterlay3.jpg?w=470" alt="WaterMeter" width="470" height="243" /></a>[/caption]
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<div><span style="font-family:courier new;">We have all seen clamped sewer and water lines on our property but rather than go to City Hall and verify there are permits and inspections on record, we assume these clamps are from repairs or upgrades from the previous owner and it goes no further.Perhaps if sewer layouts accompanied plat/parcel maps when property was sold, it would be evident that something is very wrong. They no longer line up as they did in the past.<br />
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Over the past 45+ yrs, secret altering of the water system has been taking place. An operation that entails massive destruction and reconstruction to properties - parcel by parcel. Not only are structures no longer standing as they were when initially built, property lines have been altered. Instead of any record for these alterations, plat and parcel maps have been altered to make it appear that things were always this way. With no permits or inspections for any of this on record, these damaged, re-built structures to continue being sold as "original" to unsuspecting buyers. New deeds reflect the new measurements - no one questions anything.<br />
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The city risk analyst and her associates taught me something very horrible, regarding these clamped lines. Loosening them in order to create mold lawsuits, insurance claims or have property condemned. It can now be done on any property throughout Fresno.  With corrupt insurance agents involved in this operation, believe me when I say they have ways to leave an owner without insurance as this takes place. With tenants being "planted", they sometimes end up owning the property!</span></div>
<div><span style="font-family:courier new;">Sewage back spills are another method being used in order to take property and assets over. This allows the risk analyst access to private property as she takes countless photographs while lying about the cause behind sewage back spills. She informs the property insurance adjuster that the city will be taking care of clean-up and any damages, then demands that the property owner/occupant sign a "release" prior to clean-up. Belongings are then mysteriously replaced with broken/inferior look-alikes. In my case, theft / switching included doors, windows, appliances, toilets, faucets, much more. The risk analyst then used her release as her ticket of non-responsibility. In other words, she is setting people up for massive burglary and vandalism, which the owner is left unable to file a claim for. It is deemed a "conspiracy." It can continue until there is NOTHING left. Other times, owners of property seem to "vanish" followed by fraudulent and/or forged deeds to the property. Not only was that planned for me (fraudulent legal documents had been prepared), the risk analyst was the last person seen speaking to my neighbor; his new deed looks forged. I uncovered a trail of this.</span></div>
<div><span style="font-family:courier new;">I saw the group (I have names) illegally altering / reconnecting the utility cables from the poles that had been relocated without any authorization, permits or inspections - they demanded I not contact PG&#38;E, which resulted in an additional $900 to my utility bill that month. The poles were relocated as the sewer and water lines were replaced - the poles had to be moved to line back up to the illegally altered structures. Property lines were also altered. Naturally, the risk analyst called me a "liar" about this as well - yet the County of Fresno's online GIS parcel map was altered to reflect exactly what I reported! It was when I had the proof of the risk analyst lying about the sewage back spills and more, that Public Works turned the tables and had a Restraining Order issued against me - deeming ME a "danger to THEIR lives." Because I wanted answers and explanations for what they did. Keep in mind that we were on our own properties when these people came in and wiped us out. Later reporting the risk analyst as a "danger to the public" resulted in a threatening letter from the City of Fresno, reminding me of the Restraining Order that prohibits me from reporting this to anyone other than the senior risk analyst, who committed perjury to discredit the city's own records!</span></div>
<div><span style="font-family:courier new;">Since I was refused any and all help or answers pertaining to my own property, I approached the senior risk analyst with a different question - it pertained to public information. I asked him how, when and why the water meter in the alley had been replaced. Before I tell you his response, please re-read the first sentence of this blog. Kerry Trost angrily responded, "That is YOUR problem - it is on YOUR property!" Upon correcting him, he demanded, "THIS IS OVER!" He has since refused to acknowledge me. Isn't he now violating his own Restraining Order? Let me explain why Mr. Trost will never respond to my question. The water meter was connected to the sewer vent in my back yard, which went from 2' to 10' from the fence - more verification of the horrors that took place.</span></div>
<div><a href="http://missmarla.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/sewe_1.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-large wp-image-71" src="http://missmarla.wordpress.com/files/2008/09/sewe_1.jpg?w=470" alt="" width="470" height="490" /></a></div>
<div><span style="font-family:courier new;">Public Works is setting people up for total annihilation. Preying on the elderly is the ringleader's specialty - I know, because I was employed by him. But never did I realize the truth behind the countless sewage back spills or forged paperwork until being personally targeted.</span></div>
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<title><![CDATA[27 August 1802 &#8211; James Mellor and Thomas Spencer]]></title>
<link>http://eotd.wordpress.com/?p=1609</link>
<pubDate>Wed, 27 Aug 2008 00:02:56 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Old Sparky</dc:creator>
<guid>http://eotd.wordpress.com/?p=1609</guid>
<description><![CDATA[We head to Derbyshire for today’s date with death.
A thieving twosome hit the gallows – James Me]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We head to Derbyshire for today’s date with death.</p>
<p>A thieving twosome hit the gallows – James Mellor and Thomas Spencer, although Mellor’s crime is the subject of uncertainty. According to records from Derby Gaol, both men were had up for burglary, but another source says he stole a horse.</p>
<p>But theft is theft and in the 19th century, the crime was punishable by death. Both men were strung up at Nun’s Green in Derby.</p>
<h2>Also on this day</h2>
<p><a href="http://eotd.wordpress.com/2008/08/27/27-august-1827-william-miller/">27 August 1827 – William Miller</a><br />
<a href="http://eotd.wordpress.com/2008/08/27/27-august-1827-thomas-norton/">27 August 1827 – Thomas Norton</a></p>
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<title><![CDATA[Burglary in a Very Good Cause]]></title>
<link>http://universaldetective.wordpress.com/?p=10</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 26 Aug 2008 14:22:15 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Christopher</dc:creator>
<guid>http://universaldetective.wordpress.com/?p=10</guid>
<description><![CDATA[“What did he tell you? “ demanded Holly.
 “As little as possible.” I paused to brush the ra]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;"><span style="font-size:small;">“What did he tell you? “ demanded Holly.</span></span></p>
<p> <span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">“As little as possible.” I paused to brush the rain out of my eyes. “Did you get a look at the guy?”</span></p>
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<div><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">“Yes.”</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">“He claimed to be Gary Jewell. Is that right, or was he Richard in disguise?”</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">“That was Gary. What did he say about Richard?”</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">“Not much more than you did - that he disappeared without warning about four weeks ago. He said he doesn't know where Richard's gone, or when he's coming back. He wouldn't even let me in the house to look around for clues.”</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;"><span style="font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">“So, that's the end of that - and we're still no nearer to finding Richard.”</span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;"><span style="font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;"><span style="font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;"> </span></span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">“It's the end of Plan A, Holly, but we've always got Plan B.”</span></div>
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<p><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">“Sorry, but I’m not in a position to tell you that at the moment.” This wasn't strictly true. I could easily have shared my intentions, but I didn't want to - I was frightened she wouldn't approve.</span></span></span><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;"> </span></span></div>
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<div><span style="font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;"><span style="font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">“No,” I said, rubbing the sore spot, “but I'm learning.”</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">She narrowed her eyes and studied me with suspicion. “I hope you’re not thinking of doing anything that might be illegal …?“</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">“Of course not,” I lied, “it's only that I can see you're getting tired and I don't want to bother you with details. Leave this with me and go home. Have a nice, relaxing weekend and don't worry too much about Richard.”</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">She sniffed miserably. “I'd like to, Matt, but I just can't help it.”</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">I patted her hand. “I know … but do your best.”</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">“What about you?”</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">"I'll go back to my car, drive into the centre of town and find myself a decent meal. Can you recommend a good restaurant?"</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">"After that, when you're tucked up in bed, I shall do some real detective work." I hopped out of the car before she could ask any more awkward questions. "I'll ring you Monday morning and tell you all about it. Goodbye!"</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">It was a lot later that night - two fifty in the morning, to be precise - when I returned to Beechcroft Avenue. With no wish to be noticed this time, I parked in Rosemary Close, a nearby side street, and tiptoed round the corner to Fisher’s place. The rain had stopped now, the clouds were rolled away and a full moon, which seemed near enough to touch, glowed from an inky-black sky.</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">The house lay in utter darkness. Downstairs, every curtain was drawn and all the windows were shut. Upstairs, although the curtains in the main bedroom were also drawn across, those in the room above the porch were left open, as were the fanlights of both windows. I smiled to myself. Such carelessness made my task much easier than I’d expected.</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">Having looked up and down the street to check no-one was watching, I sauntered up the path, climbed the left-hand pillar of the porch and hauled myself onto its roof. Here I paused in case there was any reaction, but nothing happened. There was no sound other than the constant dull rumble of distant motorway traffic. Reassured, I crept to the small window, stood on the sill, reached through the fanlight and unlatched the casement. Ducking through, I dropped to the floor, closed the window behind me, drew the curtains, switched on my pen-light and began an inspection of the room.</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">Against the left-hand wall was a single bed, unoccupied. A battered mattress rested on the frame, but there was no sign of either sheets or pillows. Next to the bed stood a small chest. I opened all three of its drawers, but all they contained were only fluff and dust. Opposite, however, was an object with significantly more promise - a computer workstation. I switched it on and began searching through the files. There were games, letters addressed to people I'd never heard of, pictures of ancient relatives, and spreadsheets - hundreds of them. Some of the documents recorded details of Fisher's own bank accounts, but there were many others.</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">Three names in particular struck me - those of Hillingdon Lawn Tennis Club, Ruislip Ramblers' Association, and Northwood Baptist Church. It looked as though Fisher was acting as the treasurer of these and the other societies. What was particularly interesting, though, was the total absence of any activity in these files after the nineteenth of April. In a thoughtful frame of mind, I turned off the computer and, as there was nothing else in the room to investigate, I opened the door and tiptoed along the landing.</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">The next room was the one with drawn curtains. Its door was closed, so I put an ear to it. From inside the bedroom came a regular rasping sound, as though someone were sawing through wood. Holding my breath, I opened the door as quietly as I could. The noise grew louder. I shone the beam of my torch onto the floor and saw, by its dim, reflected light, that Jewell lay sprawled across the bed. From his gaping mouth came the steady sound of snoring.</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">I retreated to the landing and played the torch around. Two rooms were at the rear of the house. The first, with its door open, was clearly a bathroom. The second door was closed. I crept across the creaking floorboards, listened outside carefully, heard nothing and went in.</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">It, too, was a room with an empty bed, but this was made up in readiness for an occupant. Against the opposite wall stood a wardrobe. I opened the doors and flashed the torch around its interior. A couple of coats and a pair of trousers hung on the rail, and a several shoes lay scattered across the floor. Beside the wardrobe was a chest of drawers inside which was an assortment of men's clothing. There were great gaps amongst the garments, suggesting that items had been snatched out in a hurry. I closed the drawers and looked around.</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">On one side of the bed was a wooden chair and on the other was a ... well, I wasn't sure what it was. I went closer and was surprised to see that the object was a medium-sized golden harp. Puzzled, I took a seat upon the bed, held my head in my hands and tried to discern some pattern to the various elements in the room. It was no use, though. My mind, rebelling against its lack of sleep, refused to co-operate. Fresh air - that's what was needed.</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">I rose, crossed to the rectangle of indigo which was the window, unlatched it and pushed it open. Below, silent and silver beneath the moon, lay a level lawn. I filled my lungs with the cool night and tried to relax.</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;"><span style="font-size:small;">An owl hooted in a nearby tree and, from far away, a dog howled its obligatory reply. I'd forgotten something! I didn't know what, but I was sure that I had! Then the owl hooted again - and I remembered that I'd failed to check the contents of Fisher's pockets. I ran from the window, wrenched open the wardrobe, and began to rifle through his clothes. </span></span></div>
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<div><span style="font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;"><span style="font-size:small;">I must have made more noise than I'd intended because a voice came from the landing: “Is that you, Richard?” </span></span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">Before I could reply, the bedroom light clicked on. There, in the doorway, stood Jewell, wearing nothing but a pair of purple boxer shorts.</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">“Allen!” he gasped. "What are you doing here?"</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">“Just visiting.”</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">“You did. I remember it distinctly.”</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;"><span style="font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">"But you’ve taken no notice, so I shall have to break your neck.” </span></span></span></span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">He raised his fists in a worryingly professional manner and shuffled sidelong into the room. I retreated round the bed until halted by a stabbing pain in my side. I looked down and saw that I'd blundered into the harp. Jewell laughed in derision, but stopped when I picked up the instrument and jabbed its feet at him lion-tamer style.</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">“Don't waste my time,” he snapped. “You'll only prolong the agony.”</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">“Oh, I will, will I?”</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">“Yes!” he snarled, grabbing one of the feet and twisting it viciously.</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">I jerked the harp upwards, trying to wrest it from his hands, but only succeeded in smashing the neck into the central light fitting. In the sudden darkness, glass showered around us. Jewell howled and cursed. Throwing the harp in the direction of his voice, I felt my way to the window, clambered over the sill, hung by my fingertips for a second, then dropped. As I struck the patio, an agonising pain shot through my knee. With a clatter, I rolled into a pile of flowerpots.</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">“Come back, you swine!“ screamed Jewell from above. “I know you're out there!”</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">Ignoring his appeal, I scraped myself up from the ground and hobbled round the side of the house. Out in Beechcroft Avenue, I was nearly bowled over by a man towing a cocker spaniel on a stretchy lead.</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">“Chilly tonight, isn't it?” he said.</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">“Yes,” I groaned, through gritted teeth. “Very.”</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">He strolled on, but his dog stayed behind to give my ankles a comprehensive sniff. I couldn't imagine what it was searching for.</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">“Here, Mutton!” called its master. “Leave that nice man alone.”</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:small;font-family:MS Reference Sans Serif;">The dog hesitated for a moment, and then dashed after its owner, leaving me to limp round the corner into Rosemary Close. I unlocked the Golf, slid awkwardly behind its wheel, and then drove home to my cosy flat in Wembley.</span></div>
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<pubDate>Tue, 26 Aug 2008 02:34:51 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[For those that don&#8217;t believe in the 2nd amendment, you&#8217;re a bunch of idiots.
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>For those that don't believe in the 2nd amendment, you're a bunch of idiots.</p>
<p>In a belated celebration of the Supreme Court ruling which allowed residents of the District of Columbia to own handguns, I thought I would post this heartwarming story of a granny that was packing and how she protected her neck and possibly stopped a burglary crime ring with her all powerful .22 revolver.</p>
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<div style="font-weight:bold;">SPRINGHILL TWP. - State police said an 85-year-old Lake Lynn woman is being credited with stopping a would-be thief after she caught the teen in her home Sunday afternoon.</div>
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<p>Trooper Christian D. Lieberum said Leda Smith held the unidentified intruder at gunpoint until police arrived.</p>
<p>He said the incident began around 3 p.m. when a 17-year-old Point Marion boy broke into Smith's home on Old Lake Lynn Road.</p>
<p>Smith said she had just come home from church when she noticed a door open at her home and an outer door broken.</p>
<p>Lieberum said Smith immediately realized someone was in her home and decided to retrieve her handgun and went looking for the intruder.</p>
<p>"I saw him move by my keyboard near the wall but I just walked right on past him to the bedroom and got my gun," Smith said, noting that she started keeping the .22-caliber revolver by her bed after a burglary at a neighboring home several weeks ago.</p>
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<blockquote><p>Smith said she then found the boy hiding and confronted him.</p>
<p>"I said, 'What are you doing in my house?'" Smith said during an interview Monday with WPXI-TV, Channel 11 in Pittsburgh, a news partner with the Herald-Standard. "He just kept saying he didn't do it."</p>
<p>Smith ordered the teen to turn around and not to run and then had him pick up the telephone and dial 911.</p>
<p>She then ordered the boy to give her the telephone after placing the call and she told dispatchers about the intruder.</p>
<p>Officials from 911 stayed on the telephone with Smith as she had the boy lay facedown and spread-eagled on the floor.</p>
<p>She said it didn't take emergency crews long to respond.</p>
<p>Lieberum said Smith continued to hold the teen at gunpoint until state police arrived at the home.</p>
<p>"It was exciting," Smith said of the incident. "I just hope I broke up the ring because they have been hitting a lot of places around here."</p>
<p>Lieberum said the boy will be charged with attempted burglary and other offenses in Fayette County Juvenile Court.</p></blockquote>
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<link>http://sunstarsports.wordpress.com/?p=301</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 18:06:56 +0000</pubDate>
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Former UAF basketball player Chris Adams, convicted of his involvement in burglaries of campus apartments just under two years ago, has been sentenced to 100 hours of community service. Adams, along with another player at the time, Chris Jordan, burglarized numerous on-campus apartments, many of them while students slept. They took mostly laptops, but some items like iPods, cameras, and wallets as well. Adams served as the "lookout," while Jordan took the items, according to statements. Jordan was sentenced to eight months on additional drug-related charges. Adams has been recovering from a stroke in California. He plans to enroll in an evangelical college in California and hopes to again play college basketball.</p>
<p><a href="http://newsminer.com/news/2008/aug/20/former-uaf-basketball-player-sentenced-court/">News-Miner article</a></p>
<p><a href="http://www.fortmilltimes.com/124/story/261795.html" target="_blank">Fort Mills (S.C.) Times brief</a></p>
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<pubDate>Thu, 21 Aug 2008 17:19:06 +0000</pubDate>
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POINT MARION, Pennsylvania (AP) &#8212; An 85-year-old woman boldly went for her gun and b]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>From <a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/CRIME/08/20/intruder.call.ap/index.html">CNN</a>:</p>
<blockquote><p>POINT MARION, Pennsylvania (AP) -- An 85-year-old woman boldly went for her gun and busted a would-be burglar inside her home, then forced him to call police while she kept him in her sights, police said.</p>
<p>"I just walked right on past him to the bedroom and got my gun," Leda Smith said.</p>
<p>Smith heard someone break into her home Sunday afternoon and grabbed the .22-caliber revolver she had been keeping by her bed since a neighbor's home was burglarized a few weeks ago.</p>
<p>"I said 'What are you doing in my house?' He just kept saying he didn't do it," Smith said.</p>
<p>After the 17-year-old boy called 911, Smith kept holding the gun on him until state police arrived at her home in Springhill Township, about 45 miles south of Pittsburgh.</p></blockquote>
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<title><![CDATA[The storm after the calm]]></title>
<link>http://iplod.wordpress.com/?p=122</link>
<pubDate>Wed, 20 Aug 2008 07:34:54 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[I wrote recently about how dull things had been lately, but the inertia never lasts long and the we]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I wrote recently about how dull things had been lately, but the inertia never lasts long and the weekend brought the other side of the job...</p>
<p>Friday night, there's not much going on call wise when CCTV sees someone breaking into a house.  Because it's nice and quiet we actually manage to send quite a few units to the scene and we know he hasn't gone far.  We contain the scene and have most of the escape routes covered when we're told he's making off towards the lane we're covering.</p>
<p>We start walking up towards where he's supposed to be when we see someone talking on his mobile, trying that bit too hard to look natural even though he's sweating heavily and out of breath.  Using the old, "excuse me mate, you haven't seen anyone runing past here" trick, we're close enough to him to stick the cuffs on before he has a chance to kick off.  CCTV confirms he's the chap and I've swifted my first burglar in about four months.</p>
<p>Beautiful job, professionally executed and I was just lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time. There's nothing like catching them (nearly) red-handed.</p>
<p>And this was only the start of the weekend...</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Armed 85-year-old woman makes intruder call cops ]]></title>
<link>http://romeosrant.wordpress.com/?p=363</link>
<pubDate>Wed, 20 Aug 2008 03:21:16 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[Now THAT&#8217;S what I&#8217;m talkin&#8217; about!!!!!

POINT MARION, Pa. (AP) &#8212; An 85-year-]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="ap-story-p">Now THAT'S what I'm talkin' about!!!!!</p>
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<p class="ap-story-p">POINT MARION, Pa. (AP) -- An 85-year-old woman boldly went for her gun and busted a would-be burglar inside her home, then forced him to call police while she kept him in her sights, police said. "I just walked right on past him to the bedroom and got my gun," Leda Smith said.</p>
<p class="ap-story-p">Smith heard someone break into her home Sunday afternoon and grabbed the .22-caliber revolver she had been keeping by her bed since a neighbor's home was burglarized a few weeks ago.</p>
<p class="ap-story-p">"I said 'What are you doing in my house?' He just kept saying he didn't do it," Smith said.</p>
<p class="ap-story-p">After the 17-year-old boy called 911, Smith kept holding the gun on him until state police arrived at her home in Springhill Township, about 45 miles south of Pittsburgh.</p>
<p class="ap-story-p">The boy will be charged with attempted burglary and related offenses in juvenile court, Trooper Christian Lieberum said. He was not identified because of his age.</p>
<p class="ap-story-p">"It was exciting," Smith said. "I just hope I broke up the (burglary) ring because they have been hitting a lot of places around here."</p>
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<title><![CDATA[85 yr. old Woman Draws a Bead on Burglar]]></title>
<link>http://mountainshout.wordpress.com/?p=471</link>
<pubDate>Wed, 20 Aug 2008 01:45:16 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[Beautiful. 
 An 85-year-old woman boldly went for her gun and busted a would-be burglar inside her ]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.wral.com/news/strange/story/3399772">Beautiful</a>. </p>
<blockquote><p><strong> </strong>An 85-year-old woman boldly went for her gun and busted a would-be burglar inside her home, then forced him to call police while she kept him in her sights, police said. "I just walked right on past him to the bedroom and got my gun," Leda Smith said.</p>
<p>Smith heard someone break into her home Sunday afternoon and grabbed the .22-caliber revolver she had been keeping by her bed since a neighbor's home was burglarized a few weeks ago.</p>
<p>"I said 'What are you doing in my house?' He just kept saying he didn't do it," Smith said.</p>
<p>After the 17-year-old boy called 911, Smith kept holding the gun on him until state police arrived at her home in Springhill Township, about 45 miles south of Pittsburgh.</p></blockquote>
<p>Via <a href="http://www.johnlocke.org/lockerroom/lockerroom.html?id=16921">The Locker Room</a></p>
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<title><![CDATA[Not Quite a Thieving Magpie]]></title>
<link>http://georgyriecke.wordpress.com/?p=302</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 15 Aug 2008 20:40:20 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[Last night I wandered over to The Crippled Bee, where (amongst other things) I poured around a pint ]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Last night I wandered over to The Crippled Bee, where (amongst other things) I poured around a pint of dark amber liquid through the opening of my mouth, down my throat and into my stomach – as is the fashion in this part of the world.</p>
<p>Earlier in the day, as it happens, I had cast my dark green eyes over <a href="http://www.fedbybirds.com/2008/08/corvus.html">this post</a> (courtesy of ‘Fed by Birds’), which put into my mind an anecdote regarding the late <a title="Review of a biography of Speyer" href="http://www.underneaththebunker.com/speyer.html">Johannes Speyer</a>, which I proceeded to declaim to the assembled company. It was, I think, well received. Here, for your edification, is a shortened version of the fascinating tale.</p>
<p>One afternoon in nineteen seventy something, Professor Johannes Speyer was burgled. They didn’t take much, but what they did take was of great sentimental value. An un-read copy of Tristram Shandy, bound in silver and encrusted with pearls. His grandmother's pocket watch, which went from five to six - and back again. A golf-ball paperweight, given to him by a girl whose name he could never remember (though she was, he told me once, the 'love of his life'). Lastly a pair of cufflinks, on which someone had inscribed Coleridge's <em>Kubla Khan</em> in miniature. All these were taken.</p>
<p>Much more might have been lost, however, had Speyer not installed - at great personal expense - a complex security system, supported by a shrieking siren, loud enough to alert all of his close neighbours (of which he had none). Still, the noise did at least put off the thieves, who luckily did not linger long enough to discover Speyer's collection of late nineteenth century Polish first editions (from Pawel Plinsk to Jan Konoczeska).</p>
<p>Nevertheless, Speyer took the burglary badly. Milk-starved kittens have moped and mourned less than he. He tried to forget - but it was hard to get the whole thing out of his head. Whenever he found himself on the cusp of willing it all away, he was brought back to the source again. Something kept bringing it back to him. And that something was a magpie.</p>
<p>The magpie had, it turned, been present at the scene of the crime. I am not, of course, suggesting that it was a thieving magpie; nor I am blaming the bird for failing to contact the relevant authorities. I will, as it happens, forgive any bird for standing idly by. This was not, however, an especially idle magpie. On the contrary, this magpie seems to have found plently to do during the robbery - not least picking up and memorising the sound of the burglar alarm, which it proceeded to sing it back to Speyer every morning for the next nine months. Every morning. On the dot.</p>
<p>That was it. He had had enough. The security siren magpie was driving him mad. It was hard to get away from the idea that the bird was, to coin a colloquialism, 'rubbing it in'. Something had to be done.</p>
<p>I don't know how precious you are about books as objects, but Speyer was one of those critics by no means averse to 'a bit of mud on the spine'. So long as they found their way back to the shelf eventually, he liked the idea of his books 'going on journeys'.  An unbattered book was to him a sad thing; like old men or women who have never really lived. It was therefore with little reluctance (and, perhaps, sense) that he chose as his magpie-murdering-weapon-of-choice a English-German lexicon.</p>
<p>The most extraordinary thing about all this is, of course, that it worked. Who would have thought a magpie could be defeated by an elderly academic tossing a lexicon? You probably underestimate the size of the lexicon - and the doziness of the magpie (who was probably 'getting on a bit' itself). Nevertheless, one must still hand it to Speyer. Good shot professor!</p>
<p>(n.b. this blog does not support the killing of magpies with lexicons)</p>
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