The "Mother" of all legal defences

randomJACKASS said:
Now here you go again injecting sense and logic into the conversation! Is is not apparent to you that nobody around here is even remotely interested in sense and logic?!?

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You forgot trolling... lots and lots of trolling on this board.
Doesn't she look familiar?
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Baby put in bag, hidden under bed
By IAN MCDOUGALL, SPECIAL TO SUN MEDIA
The Edmonton Sun

A 21-year-old woman who left her newborn baby in a plastic bag and hid it under a bed will not do any jail time for the infant's death.

Naomi Jessica Russell-Simpson will serve an 18-month conditional sentence and must complete 50 hours of community service, ruled Judge Peter Caffaro yesterday after a joint submission by lawyers for the Crown and defence.

"It is not inconsistent with the principles of sentencing," he said.

Russell-Simpson pleaded guilty in March to failing to obtain assistance in childbirth and concealing the body of a child.

She got pregnant in 2007 while she was living in a basement suite of a college classmate's north-end home.

Her boyfriend and others wondered if she was pregnant in the months leading up to the birth, but she repeatedly denied it, according to an agreed statement of facts filed with the court. Eventually she confirmed she was pregnant, but kept it a secret.

On March 18, 2008, she felt sick and stayed home from school. She was awakened by severe cramps and went to the bathroom.

Through pain and blood she realized she was delivering a baby girl, which she later told police was born quickly.

Once the child was delivered, she used a towel to wipe its face. She noticed it was not moving, so she wrapped it in a towel and ran water over its face in an attempt to revive it.

She also tried mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, but the child failed to respond.

She believed the infant was dead, so she put the baby and blankets in a plastic bag which she placed under the bed. She then went to school.

An autopsy would later determine the baby had been born alive with no birth defects or obvious injuries.

The bag was eventually discovered by the classmate's boyfriend, who called police.

Russell-Simpson was interviewed by police before she was taken to the hospital.

As part of her sentence she must maintain a curfew and a job, and get counselling.
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Just in case you thought it might be an isolated incident.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kRj-S8Aklcw
 
Hey, one of Obamas advisors says that abotion can be up to 2 years old...what's the problem?
 
I have a hard time imagining that someone actually said that killing babies after they're born should be allowed. I doubt that even the far-left crazies subscribe to that idea. Another Sarah Palin twitter rumor?
 
The only good policeman is a dead one
The only good laws aren't enforced
I've never hung a darkie, even a big one
I've never seen an Indian on a horse
And I live like this 'cause I like it
And seen too much to pretend
You can't ignore the beauty in the things that you love
Like you can't stand the hatred and the lies
Have you always hunted with your hands?
Can you show me what you've done?
Have you always hunted with your hands?
If you catch it, can you kill it?
You don't understand, see you don't understand
See, I'm like a murderer, see, I'm like a murderer
And I could rip you limb from limb
And I could rip you limb from limb
Great big thing crawlin' all over me
Great big thing crawlin' all over me
See, I'm like a murderer, I kill what I eat
See, I'm like a, I'm a hunter-gatherer, see, I kill what I eat
See, I'm a steelworker, I kill what I eat
See, I'm, I'm a bricklayer, I kill what I eat
See, I'm a, I'm a murderer, I kill what I eat
See, I'm a, I'm a hunter-gatherer, I kill what I eat
See, I'm a steelworker, I kill what I eat
I'm a, I'm a bricklayer, I kill what I eat
Great big thing crawling all over me
Great big thing crawling all over me
Great big thing crawling all over me
Have you always hunted with your hands?
Can you show me what you've done?
Have you always hunted with your hands?
If you catch it, can you kill it?
I live like this 'cause I like it
And I've seen too much to pretend
You can't ignore the beauty in the things that you love
Like you can't stand the hatred and the lies
See, see, see I'm a murderer, I kill what I eat
See, I'm, I'm a bricklayer, I kill what I eat
See, I'm a steelworker, I kill what I eat
It's a great big thing crawlin' all over me
Great big thing crawlin' all over me
Great big thing crawlin' all over me
 
randomJACKASS said:
I support a good killin' for any reason!
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Oh, well then Obama should put you in charge of his death panels, you sound like a great candidate for the job! I do have a question, though - after Obama finishes drinking the blood of orphans and the elderly, what do you guys do with the rest of the body parts?
 
I've thought about it, but it's too processed. We want only never-frozen, organic, grass-fed, free range meat. No processed junk or preservatives here.
 
randomJACKASS said:
Three words: dog food factory....
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http://www.thedenverchannel.com/news/5038549/detail.html

A panel of judges re-sentenced Raymond Mata Jr. to death Thursday morning for the murder and dismemberment of his former girlfriend's 3-year-old son.

Mata was convicted of the 1999 kidnapping and murder of 3-year-old boy Adam Gomez in Scottsbluff. Parts of the boy's body were found in Mata's freezer and in a dog bowl.

The boy's clothes, a pair of men's blue jeans, a boning knife, a pair of men's slippers, and a red-and-blue bath towel with apparent blood stains also were found in a garbage bag.
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Actually You might be amazed how many Ice T mp3s are on this machine.

Though I never was a big fan of that Cop Killa stuff

My favorite is Power. This is also a good one....
 
Ice T said:
Power

I'm livin' large as possible,posse unstoppable
Style topical,vividly optical
Listen,you'll see'em sometimes I'll be'em
Cops,critics and punks,necer ever wanta see me in POWER
Well,that's too bad,Apocalypse Now I'm back and I'm mad
We're comin',you're runnin' cold and cunning
Ice T on the mic,TopGunning
After your neck,checkin' respect,makin' you sweat
Rhyme Syndicate boy in effect
The rap motivator,teacher,talker,night rhyme stalker
Words thrillin',so real they're chillin',the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun,you don't want none
RHYME PAYS was the name of the album
But that was number one,this is the number two
The posse grew,we're gonna break through

Power

Somebody line up the suckers who refuse to recognize the truth
Tie up the punks who refuse to understand the youth
My posse's growin' and it's gettin' larger every day
Detroit,Chi-Town,Pittsburgh,Houston,L.A.
Come on,come on,come on,toys,let's play
Circle the calendar,perpetrator doomsday
ICE T fool man of my own full grown
I cause havoc when I speak upon the microphone
I'm outspoken,no jokin',get in my face your jaw will get broken
Layin' it,sayin' it,then you're playing it
Lyrics so heavy that you might try weighin' it
Hated by many but I hate'em back
Loved by troopers who know where it's at
You might like me,might think I'm wack
But don't step to me 'cause the boy stays strapped
I'm taking no shorts,hatin' the courts,hatin' the judges
Punk DA's with their personal grudges
I hate the clubs that think with their butts
No hats,no jeans,no sneakers,no what?
No beepers,no gold? Yo kiss my ass
We'll wait and see who gets the last laugh
We'll have the power

Power [x3]

Power it starts with P like pussy
She knows she's got it,she doesn't worry,does she?
Spendin' your cash,leavin' you in the trash
While your little head's thinkin',they're gone in a dash
They got it,know it,that's why they show it
The power of sex,if man could overthrow it
He'd be king in a day,no way.We get rich,hard,give it away
We're weak and as we speak,the girls are hawkin'
Sizin' me up straight out as I'm talkin'
But you gotta have control if you want the gold
I don't wanta be alone like Stallone
So I keep my mind thinkin' 'bout the green
And stop dwellin' on the in-between
I got the power

Power

I'm on a mission mackin' hard as a hammer
Take my picture,I might take your camera
My posse might move,and they move fast
A fool's move could be a punk's last
Ain't no criminal although I used to be
Ain't no new jack rappin' ain't new to me
I been makin' records on wax since 1982
Now it's 1988 finally I'm coming through
That adds up to six years of makin' ok jams,but now I'm mad
Here comes the body slam
Turnin' out concerts,house'n the industry
Lovin' all the fly girls screamin' for ICE T
Rollin' with the Syndicate my unstoppable battalion
38 Solid gold my medalion
Gainin' velocity,momentum and energy
ICE Capital T
I got the power

Power

So you say that I'm a fake think,you really must be a fool
I been to jail more times than you have probably been in school
Shot at,shot back,hit,and seen my buddies killed
That's the foundation upon the raps of ICE-T are built
I say what I think,the system does stink
Money you walk,you short,you're writin' from the klink
Come on,what's up,you know the laws are full of bull
Prey on the lame,release those with pull
Power!I know you wanta try it
Well check out money can buy it
Control and mold the world to do your wishin'
The knowledge of power is mine,so just listen
Money controls the world and that's it
And once you got it,then you can talk shit
Power

You have the power

Power

You have the power

I got the power [fade out]
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*party2*
 
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