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Body of woman discovered in central Valley was possibly strangled
Body of woman discovered in central Valley was possibly strangled:
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Las Vegas Metropolitan Police say the body of the woman found dead at a central valley apartment shows signs of strangulation (has bruises on her neck consistent with being choked to death)
A contractor working on the apartment renovations stumbles on the dead body after spotting a man (who doesn’t live there) in the hallway of the apartments. The man realizes he’s in sight and leaves.
The man (who is the only suspect) is described as a Hispanic male in his 20’s. He was last seen wearing a black shirt, gray hooded jacket, tan pants and a black hat.
No arrests have been made and the killer is at large
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Trump to inherit more than 100 court vacancies, plans to reshape judiciary
Trump to inherit more than 100 court vacancies, plans to reshape judiciary:
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‘I’m optimistic he’ll come at this right out of the gate,’ - attorney Carrie Severino ∙ lead counsel and policy head of the Judicial Crisis Network
Donald J. Trump promisies to pick ideologues in the mold of the late high court justice Antonin Scalia, a conservative firebrand and believer in the 'framer’s intent’ (originalist) reading of The US Constitution.
State gun control laws, abortion restrictions, voter laws, anti-discrimination measures and immigrant issues are all matters that are increasingly under federal jurisdiction.
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After being defeated by knockout in round 2 of UFC 193 November...
After being defeated by knockout in round 2 of UFC 193 November 15, 2015 by a high kick to her head by Holly Holm, former champion Ronda Rousey returns to fight Amanda Nunes Leoa, the current UFC women’s bantamweight champion in UFC 207 at T-Mobile Arena, Las Vegas Strip on December 30, 2016.
Ronda Rousey has won 12 (consecutively) of her 13 fights, with the last - her loss to Holly - being her only one.
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Tuesday, December 20, 2016
Monday, December 19, 2016
Scientists have identified that mysterious, metallic sound coming from the Mariana Trench - According to a new study, the eerie 3.5-second recording that was picked up by an autonomous vehicle deep in the Mariana Trench is a new type of baleen whale call that no one has ever heard before • /r/worldnews
Sunday, December 11, 2016
What does the first day of a 5+ year prison sentence feel like?
We walk into a gauntlet of correctional officers who start yelling and telling us to shut the f*ck up; not ask them for anything because we had nothing coming. After being strip-searched and yelled at for about 30 minutes…. I thought about the times when I coulda, woulda, shoulda, taken action to stop this nightmare from happening, but it was way too late. When I finally opened my eyes and looked around the filthy cell, there was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. I felt like the most worthless piece of crap ever known to mankind. My life had just hit rock bottom and I couldn’t see any way up or out. That was by far the worst moment of the worst day of my entire life. – Kenyatta Leal from behind bars at San Quentin State Prison (CA) via The Last Mile San Quentin (Quora program)
Answer by Kenyatta Leal:
I remember my first day because it was my worst day. I was sentenced to life in prison on September 25, 1995 and about a week later was transferred from the San Diego County Jail to RJ Donovan Prison for intake into the state prison system. The morning of my transfer a deputy came to my cell and told me that I was “catching the chain” to the pen. I had just made it to sleep as my cellmate and I had stayed up late playing chess and talking. He was a 19 year old 1st termer headed to the joint with a life sentence and every night he would ask me a gang of questions about prison life. I felt compelled to answer his questions in as much detail as possible because I knew he didn't understand the danger he was headed into and he needed all the help he could get.
As I got myself together my cellmate sat up on his bunk, wrapped his arms around his knees and watched me like a child would watch a parent. My heart went out to the little dude because he needed more guidance than I ever could give him. I started to remind him of some of the things we had talked about but the deputy came back to get me. He told me to state my name and booking number then turn around and cuff up. I complied and when I turned back around to cuff up, my cellmate was sitting there crying. I will never forget that look of hopelessness on his face and I can only imagine the look on mine. I told him to keep his head up and I walked down the stairs with the deputy. Right then I said a prayer for that kid because as bad as my situation was, he was someone who had it far worse than me.
We got to the holding cell and there were about 20 others waiting to catch the chain also. They call it catching the chain because we're all chained together as we go to the pen. The single file chain of men made its way outside and it felt good to walk around a bit and breathe in that crisp morning air. As we loaded onto the bus the deputies unchained us from each other, but we were left shackled at the waist and ankles. No one said a word on the bus and my heart was beating so hard I could hear it. The ride to Donovan took all of 20 minutes as the prison is literally within eye sight of the county facility from which I was transferred. The sun was just coming up as we pulled into R&R (Receiving & Release) at Donovan.
I couldn't wait to get out of those handcuffs and leg irons; being shackled up like that is something I could never get used to. As soon as we walked into R&R I saw someone I knew from the county jail and he was all smiles as he asked me how much time I had. When I told him 25 years to life his eyes got big and he took a step back, as if I had some kind of virus he didn't want to catch. His response surprised me. First it made me feel nervous, then worried that everyone else would respond to me the same way. He didn't know what to say and neither did I. I tried to ease the awkwardness of the moment with small talk about my appeal but no matter what I said I couldn't escape the growing despair in my gut; and that was only the first day.
We made it out of R&R around noon and got back on the bus to go to the “4" yard. We pulled up next to building 16 and unloaded straight into the dayroom. Once inside, we walked into a gauntlet of correctional officers who immediately started yelling and telling us to shut the f*** up and not ask them for anything because we had nothing coming. After being strip searched and yelled at for about 30 minutes, we all had to sit and wait to be interviewed by the gang coordinator. While we waited, I heard familiar voices of people I knew who had caught the chain before me, asking if I needed anything. At that point I was so depressed and downtrodden that I didn’t respond verbally. I just shook my head.
After my interview, I walked upstairs to the cell where I’d spend the rest of the first day of a life sentence. I stepped inside and the sound of the cold steel door slamming behind me ricocheted around inside my skull, making me dizzy. I just stood there in shock. I remember wanting to scream but when I opened my mouth nothing but sobs came out. I was devastated. I heard people calling my name on the tier but I couldn’t speak. I closed my eyes hoping to find some relief, but what I saw in my mind’s eye were all of the horrible choices I made and the faces of the people that I hurt in the process. I thought about the times when I coulda, woulda, shoulda, taken action to stop this nightmare from happening, but it was way too late.
Looking back, it was as if I was on a runaway train to prison and every choice I made accelerated my imminent arrival. When I finally opened my eyes and looked around the filthy cell, there was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. I felt like the most worthless piece of crap ever known to mankind. My life had just hit rock bottom and I couldn’t see any way up or out. That was by far the worst moment of the worst day of my entire life.
All communications between inmates and external channels are facilitated by approved volunteers since inmates do not have access to the internet. This program with Quora is part of The Last Mile San Quentin: @TLM
What does the first day of a 5+ year prison sentence feel like?
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What does the first day of a 5+ year prison sentence feel like?
We walk into a gauntlet of correctional officers who start yelling and telling us to shut the f*ck up; not ask them for anything because we had nothing coming. After being strip-searched and yelled at for about 30 minutes…. I thought about the times when I coulda, woulda, shoulda, taken action to stop this nightmare from happening, but it was way too late. When I finally opened my eyes and looked around the filthy cell, there was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. I felt like the most worthless piece of crap ever known to mankind. My life had just hit rock bottom and I couldn’t see any way up or out. That was by far the worst moment of the worst day of my entire life. – Kenyatta Leal from behind bars at San Quentin State Prison (CA) via The Last Mile San Quentin (Quora program)
Answer by Kenyatta Leal:
I remember my first day because it was my worst day. I was sentenced to life in prison on September 25, 1995 and about a week later was transferred from the San Diego County Jail to RJ Donovan Prison for intake into the state prison system. The morning of my transfer a deputy came to my cell and told me that I was “catching the chain” to the pen. I had just made it to sleep as my cellmate and I had stayed up late playing chess and talking. He was a 19 year old 1st termer headed to the joint with a life sentence and every night he would ask me a gang of questions about prison life. I felt compelled to answer his questions in as much detail as possible because I knew he didn’t understand the danger he was headed into and he needed all the help he could get.As I got myself together my cellmate sat up on his bunk, wrapped his arms around his knees and watched me like a child would watch a parent. My heart went out to the little dude because he needed more guidance than I ever could give him. I started to remind him of some of the things we had talked about but the deputy came back to get me. He told me to state my name and booking number then turn around and cuff up. I complied and when I turned back around to cuff up, my cellmate was sitting there crying. I will never forget that look of hopelessness on his face and I can only imagine the look on mine. I told him to keep his head up and I walked down the stairs with the deputy. Right then I said a prayer for that kid because as bad as my situation was, he was someone who had it far worse than me.
We got to the holding cell and there were about 20 others waiting to catch the chain also. They call it catching the chain because we’re all chained together as we go to the pen. The single file chain of men made its way outside and it felt good to walk around a bit and breathe in that crisp morning air. As we loaded onto the bus the deputies unchained us from each other, but we were left shackled at the waist and ankles. No one said a word on the bus and my heart was beating so hard I could hear it. The ride to Donovan took all of 20 minutes as the prison is literally within eye sight of the county facility from which I was transferred. The sun was just coming up as we pulled into R&R (Receiving & Release) at Donovan.
I couldn’t wait to get out of those handcuffs and leg irons; being shackled up like that is something I could never get used to. As soon as we walked into R&R I saw someone I knew from the county jail and he was all smiles as he asked me how much time I had. When I told him 25 years to life his eyes got big and he took a step back, as if I had some kind of virus he didn’t want to catch. His response surprised me. First it made me feel nervous, then worried that everyone else would respond to me the same way. He didn’t know what to say and neither did I. I tried to ease the awkwardness of the moment with small talk about my appeal but no matter what I said I couldn’t escape the growing despair in my gut; and that was only the first day.
We made it out of R&R around noon and got back on the bus to go to the “4" yard. We pulled up next to building 16 and unloaded straight into the dayroom. Once inside, we walked into a gauntlet of correctional officers who immediately started yelling and telling us to shut the f*** up and not ask them for anything because we had nothing coming. After being strip searched and yelled at for about 30 minutes, we all had to sit and wait to be interviewed by the gang coordinator. While we waited, I heard familiar voices of people I knew who had caught the chain before me, asking if I needed anything. At that point I was so depressed and downtrodden that I didn’t respond verbally. I just shook my head.
After my interview, I walked upstairs to the cell where I’d spend the rest of the first day of a life sentence. I stepped inside and the sound of the cold steel door slamming behind me ricocheted around inside my skull, making me dizzy. I just stood there in shock. I remember wanting to scream but when I opened my mouth nothing but sobs came out. I was devastated. I heard people calling my name on the tier but I couldn’t speak. I closed my eyes hoping to find some relief, but what I saw in my mind’s eye were all of the horrible choices I made and the faces of the people that I hurt in the process. I thought about the times when I coulda, woulda, shoulda, taken action to stop this nightmare from happening, but it was way too late.
Looking back, it was as if I was on a runaway train to prison and every choice I made accelerated my imminent arrival. When I finally opened my eyes and looked around the filthy cell, there was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. I felt like the most worthless piece of crap ever known to mankind. My life had just hit rock bottom and I couldn’t see any way up or out. That was by far the worst moment of the worst day of my entire life.
All communications between inmates and external channels are facilitated by approved volunteers since inmates do not have access to the internet. This program with Quora is part of The Last Mile San Quentin: @TLM
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What does the first day of a 5+ year prison sentence feel like?
We walk into a gauntlet of correctional officers who start yelling and telling us to shut the f*ck up; not ask them for anything because we had nothing coming. After being strip-searched and yelled at for about 30 minutes…. I thought about the times when I coulda, woulda, shoulda, taken action to stop this nightmare from happening, but it was way too late. When I finally opened my eyes and…
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Saturday, December 10, 2016
My message to all of those who think Russia rigged the election • /r/The_Donald
My message to all of those who think Russia rigged the election • /r/The_Donald:
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Sign held by Hillary supporter (at the time it looked like Hillary was maybe going to win). According to certain *ahem* polls (and people who conduct them, what are they called? Professional ‘pollsters?’
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If Roombas get smart enough and don't follow Asimov's laws, they'll conclude the best way to keep homes clean will be to kill all humans and their pets. • /r/Showerthoughts
Friday, December 9, 2016
What credit cards do millionaires possess?
What credit cards do millionaires possess? by Anonymous
Answer by Anonymous:
My dad is a multi-millionaire.
Our net-worth is about 75 Million.
All though, I don’t go surfing through my dad’s wallet, but I’ve seen him use his BMO-Elite MasterCard, he uses this when shopping not to cause attention.
All though, my dad does like to live below his means, is why he declined the American Express Black Card, I think they call it.
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What credit cards do millionaires possess?
What credit cards do millionaires possess? by Anonymous
Answer by Anonymous:
My dad is a multi-millionaire.
Our net-worth is about 75 Million.
All though, I don’t go surfing through my dad’s wallet, but I’ve seen him use his BMO-Elite MasterCard, he uses this when shopping not to cause attention.
All though, my dad does like to live below his means, is why he declined the American Express Black Card, I think they call it.
What credit cards do millionaires possess?
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Thursday, December 8, 2016
What credit cards do millionaires possess? What credit cards do...
What credit cards do millionaires possess?
What credit cards do millionaires possess? by Anonymous Answer by Anonymous: My dad is a multi-millionaire.
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Wednesday, December 7, 2016
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Trump Breaks US Stance with Direct Taiwan Call (December 2016)
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