October 15, 2005

LIFE ON THE EDGE

A local dumbass was shot and killed by the police as he stood in the surf at Jacksonville Beach, brandishing a pistol.

Upon questioning his 2 roommates, one of them admitted they were planning on kidnapping the Jaguars cheerleader who lived below them, raping her, killing her, stuffing her body into her car, driving to Miami, dumping the body, and selling the car.

He fucking copped to that!

I don't care how much evidence is strewn about the apartment, what part of keep your fucking mouth shut did this idiot not understand? The most they could have been busted for was intent to kidnap. Now they're looking at attempted murder and about 50 other charges. Too bad the cops couldn't have just shot the lot of 'em.

Posted by Velociman at October 15, 2005 11:42 AM
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Confession is good for the soul. That guy needed a shrink to talk to, not a cop.
You would be amazed at what some people will admit to. Some feel a need to be punished. Others simply crave attention and, being bereft of any sort of talent, gain their notoriety through the only means available. Plus, if it involves forbidden sex (forcible, e.g.) that's an added bonus, sort of a twofer.

Posted by: Jack Straw at October 15, 2005 11:55 AM

He probably was smoking crack and watching "The Harder They Come." Thought he was Rhygin, wanted to go out in a blaze in the surf, then realized too late that he wasn't in a movie.

What always gets me is when confessions get thrown out. I'm not sure how often that really happens. But unless it was forced out by the business end of a rubber hose, why should someone who has confessed to anything but pay? Do an investigation, see if the confession matches the facts and evidence, then sentence accordingly.

The cheerleader angle is kind of funny. Most cheerleaders I've seen at the NFL level would probably go into just about any fantasy scenario for the right price, excepting the killed and stuffed into the trunk scenario. Punks.

Posted by: rankin' rob at October 15, 2005 12:05 PM

Scared the shit out of me on this one. One of my friends is a Jag cheerleader. Once I saw the car was a Mercedes I knew it wasn't her. Whew.

Posted by: Tammi at October 15, 2005 10:07 PM

I can hear his dad now, speaking about the fruit of his loins:

He won't plannin on hurtin er none. It won't goin be nuthing she ain't dun before. Theyse jus pickin.

Posted by: Chai-rista at October 16, 2005 9:54 AM

Most pathetic of all was the mom of one of the buddies who claimed that the creep died "saving my son's life" because he had, apparently, taken the gun off of someone else earlier in the day.

Yeah.

A real hero that one.

Posted by: jmflynny at October 16, 2005 9:36 PM

I like the obligatory shirtless photo of his old man. Couldn't be bothered to step into his bedroom and pull on a t-shirt for his newspaper photo, could he?

Posted by: spongeworthy at October 17, 2005 12:05 PM
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