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A Dead Fetus Found in a Jet Aircraft Toilet
18:29 Sep 23 2009
Times Read: 531

A Continental Airlines flight landed Sunday afternoon at George Bush Intercontinental Airport, carrying on board a dead fetus in a trash bag. He was found in one of the plane’s rest rooms after all passengers had disembarked.



The New York-to-Houston flight arrived in Houston just before 5 p.m. on Sunday, about 30 minutes behind schedule.



The Houston Police and the FBI are investigating the presumed crime. They aren’t sure if the so-called crime was committed during the flight. FBI spokeswoman Shauna Dunlap said that they are still investigating to determine if a crime was committed.



“If a crime was committed on the aircraft, then it would make it the FBI’s jurisdiction,” she said, according to the Houston Chronicle.



The FBI, which is called in any time a crime is alleged to have occurred on an aircraft, collaborates with Houston Police homicide detectives to determine the circumstances that lead to the event, as well as to find the person who is responsible for this.



The fetus is under medical examination and hopefully the medical examiner’s office will find and communicate to the media the cause of death. Until now, they haven’t reached any conclusion.



At this point no one knows precisely if there was a crime and the circumstances of the presumed crime are unknown.



The FBI declared a cleaning crew found the dead fetus in the trash bag in a rest room on Flight 433.



Authorities are trying to identify the passenger who abandoned the fetus there by questioning everyone who was on board or might have seen anything suspicious

Newborn Baby Dies in School Bathroom
18:26 Sep 23 2009
Times Read: 533

A 14-year-old Texas girl gave birth to a baby in a bathroom of her junior high school on Wednesday, and then she tried to flush him down the toilet, killing the infant, police officers said.



According to the autopsy, it appears that the baby was alive when born at Cedar Bayou Junior High in Baytown, near Houston. The Houston Chronicle reported that the mother was taken to a hospital

and the people who knew her explained she wore baggy clothing, so no one suspected that she was pregnant.



Spokeswoman for Baytown's Goose Creek school district, Kathy Clausen, declared that the school officials only learned about the pregnancy when a student who found out the eighth-grader was in labor came to ask for help. The nurse and an assistant went into the bathroom and called 911.



Despite killing a newborn baby is a capital crime in Texas, the 14-year-old girl is too young to be eligible for the death penalty, an assistant professor at South Texas College of Law, Geoffrey Corn said, according to the Associated Press. However, Baytown police said they are investigating the infant’s death as a possible homicide.



The horrible incident came just three days after another 14-year-old girl delivered a baby in the bathroom of an airplane on her return to Houston from a middle-school trip. Houston homicide investigators interviewed the teen-mother and a 14-year-boy believed to be father. The girl told police officers she had no idea she was pregnant. No charges were dropped against her after she disposed the infant in a waste can.

Hot under the collar: Hypocrisy dogs US religion
18:22 Sep 23 2009
Times Read: 534








A survey last year by LifeWay Research, a US Christian think-tank, revealed that a majority of adults who said they believed in God never went to church. The reason: 72 per cent of non-churchgoers said they thought the church 'was full of hypocrites.'



Another survey by Barna Group, a Christian survey organization, found that young adults in particular are rejecting the institution - and Christianity in general - because it is perceived to be anti-gay, too political and hypocritical.



'You see the mistakes of prominent [Christian] leaders,' said David Kinnaman, president of The Barna Group, 'and that solidifies people's perspectives about Christians as hypocrites or living hypocritical lifestyles.'



In fact, given the spate of negative incidents that have dogged the church in recent years it's a wonder that just 72 per cent of non-churchgoers have such negative opinions. Some might say that given the litanies of misconduct by prominent church leaders in recent years it's a wonder how many church institutions survive at all.



The most damning cases involve the thousands of acts of sex abuse committed by Catholic priests in the US, and the role of leading church officials to hush up the crimes. This attempt to protect the perpetrators and hide the abuse often involved shuffling suspect priests from one parish to another, where they found themselves able to exploit a whole new pool of victims.



The numbers involved are simply staggering. The John Jay Report, commissioned by the US Conference of Catholic Bishops in 2004, found accusations against 4,392 priests in the US, equaling about 4 per cent of all US priests between 1950 and 2002.



The report also found that most allegations of abuse were never reported to police by bishops - and 95 per cent of the priests were never charged with a crime. Nearly 30 per cent of the victims were abused for two to four years, while an additional 10 percent were abused for up to nine years. Just 149 priests - serial paedophiles - abused 2,960, or 27 per cent, of the children.



But the Catholic church was far from the only Christian institution to be hit by sexual scandal. One of the country's most influential Evangelicals, the Reverend Ted Haggard was forced to resign as leader of the New Life megachurch in 2006, after it emerged that he had paid a male prostitute for sex and drugs over a three year period. Haggard was also forced to resign the presidency of the influential National Association of Evangelicals an umbrella group representing more than 45,000 churches with 30 million members.



The man who Haggard was involved with said he decided to come forward because of Haggard's support for a state constitutional amendment banning same-sex marriage

in Colorado.



'He is up there preaching that marriage should only be between a man and a woman, and he's going behind his wife's back and seeing a gay man for sex,' said Mike Jones. 'I felt like I owed it to the gay community to expose the hypocrisy.'



The scandal continued the following year when Earl Paulk, the 80- year-old leader of a Georgia megachurch was revealed to have slept with brother's wife and fathered her child. The expose that he was actually the father of his supposed nephew came after a court- ordered paternity test in connection with the lawsuit of another woman who claimed Paulk manipulated her into a four year affair by telling her it was her only path to salvation.



Given such actions it's not surprising that a poll in June by the independent Pew Centre found Americans to be as spiritual as ever - but with the vast majority carving out individual belief frameworks.



'Americans are deeply suspicious of institutional religion,' saidstudy author John Green. 'Some see religion as about money, rules and power. That's not a positive connotation for everyone.'



'Americans believe in everything. It's a spiritual salad bar,' commented sociologist Michael Lindsay of Rice University. 'Rather than religious leaders setting the cultural agenda it's Oprah Winfrey.'

Security Research Warns about Multiplying Malware
17:50 Sep 23 2009
Times Read: 535

According to a research report that has been recently released by Microsoft Corp. at the RSA Security conference from London, the security threat represented by the malware problem has been increasing over the current year. All kind of malicious codes that install files such as password stealers, Trojan horses, key loggers and other such malware on the users’ computer systems have been reported to have registered a fivefold increase in the first six months of the current year. Furthermore, for the same period of time, Microsoft has said that no less than 31.6 million phishing scams have been as well detected, which means an increase of 150 percent over the previous six months.



The survey that has given us this data has been sponsored by Microsoft Corp. and conducted by the Ponemon Institute. It has been realized after the Ponemon Institute has interviewed more than 3,600 security privacy and marketing executives across a wide range of industries, such as healthcare, government, financial services, technology and others from the United States, Germany and the United Kingdom.



It has appeared that the virtual attackers are targeting more and more the personal information for making profit, threatening this way the people’s privacy as crime rings grow more sophisticated. On the other hand, the corporations’ need for sharing information and conduct their business across borders and (thousands of intermediary) devices offers the attackers even more opportunities than in the past.



This way, it seems that the more technology advances, the more the “virtual” thieves become interested in our resources.

Almost all online porn from captive women & children
17:49 Sep 23 2009
Times Read: 536

FBI reports that online crime is at an all time high. So why are we hearing so little about it? Cyber crime has been estimated by the US Treasury to be more valuable than the illegal drugs trade - worth more than $100 billion a year (http://technology.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/tech_and_web/the_web/article2844031.ece). What you don't see talked about much is that most large internet corporations are Mafia owned, and when a new successful company rises up, they buy it. Almost all online pornography is owned by mafia, usualy made from captive women & children in Russia or Eastern Europe. Large amounts of free spyware/antivirus software is created by mafia (http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/uk/article882386.ece), household names, & unsafe against their manufacturer, who create the kind of viruses etc. which you are trying to clean from your computer to begin with. About the only serious online non Mafia corporation is Microsoft, which is under continual attack from them, the reason you need continual security updates. You can read about how I came to know these things here: http://endmafia.com/

Technology at its Best: Remote Connection Brings Laptop Back to Owner
17:43 Sep 23 2009
Times Read: 537

It seems that nowadays nothing is impossible when it comes to electronics and crime fighting is one domain in which computer science has helped a lot. However, a rather surprising case has recently been made public.



An apartment shared by three young people in Westchester was robbed on April 27; the burglars managed to get away with flat-screen televisions, iPods and DVDs, but also two laptop computers. It just so happened that one of them was a Macintosh and it belonged to Kait Duplaga, an employee of the Westchester mall Apple store. Her extensive knowledge of the machine came in handy and, with the help of a program called Back To My Mac, she was able to establish a connection with her stolen MacBook and photograph one of the burglars.



It was because of this photo that the White Plains police was able to arrest Edmon Shahikian, 22 and Ian Frias, 20. $5,000 worth of stolen electronics were found in the homes of the two men. They are now facing charges of burglary and possession of stolen property.



Back To My Mac is integrated in an online service, made available for the annual fee of $99 and allows registered users to access their computers from any Macintosh running the Leopard operating system. In order to photograph the thief, Ms. Duplaga used the PhotoBooth software, that comes with all newer models of Apple laptops.

First Indian to win Miss Oklahoma dies
17:12 Sep 23 2009
Times Read: 538

The first American Indian to win the Miss Oklahoma title died Sept. 10, two weeks before her 91st birthday.



Ada Martyne Caudell, whose maiden name was Woods, won the Miss Oklahoma pageant in 1940 when she was a fine arts student at Oklahoma A&M (now Oklahoma State University).



Caudell went on to place sixth in the Miss America pageant that year and appeared in the March 1941 issue of National Geographic magazine.



Caudell was one-quarter Choctaw and became the first Choctaw woman to attain a degree in nursing, according to information provided by the Bishinik, the Choctaw Nation newsletter. She studied nursing at Johns Hopkins School of Nursing and became a registered nurse.



"She was a great person — very calm, cool, collected. Very modest,” said Norma Austin, director of the community health representative program for the Choctaw Nation. She was close friends and worked with Caudell for more than 25 years.



Caudell was buried Tuesday in Tuskahoma near her mother, Geraldine Nelson, and her husband, Harry Caudell.



Caudell was devoted to her Catholicism and her Choctaw roots. Austin said her friend loved to visit the Choctaw Nation’s Museum in Tuskahoma where her buckskins have been on display.



"She would make trips almost weekly to the museum and buy little artifacts and things like that. She loved to go over and visit with them,” Austin said.



Caudell also loved to play the organ and read.



Caudell had suffered for years from cancer.



On one side, her tombstone is engraved with the Choctaw Nation seal and on the other with "Miss Oklahoma 1940.”



CONTRIBUTING: News Researchers Billie Harry, Linda Lynn and Kristen Keyser







Read more: http://www.newsok.com/first-indian-to-win-miss-oklahoma-dies/article/3402308?custom_click=pod_headline_life#ixzz2IEWFL7Ke

"The Room" an essay
16:05 Sep 23 2009
Times Read: 539

What a powerful Article







The Room







17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was what Heaven was like. "I wowed 'em," he later told his father, Bruce. "It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote.." It also was the last. Brian's parents had forgotten about the essay when a cousin found it while cleaning out the teenager's locker at Teary Valley High School. Brian had been dead only hours, but his parents desperately wanted every piece of his life near them-notes from classmates and teachers, his homework.







Only two months before, he had handwritten the essay about encountering Jesus in a file room full of cards detailing every moment of the teen's life. But it was only after Brian's death that Beth and Bruce Moore realized that their son had described his view of heaven. "It makes such an impact that people want to share it. You feel like you are there." Mr Moore said. Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.







The Moore’s framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. "I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it," Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. "I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him."







Brian's Essay: The Room...







In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.











This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.







A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed at." Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.











Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature











When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched", I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.



When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded.







An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.







And then I saw it. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.







And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.







No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally, He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.







Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished." I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.











"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."-Phil. 4:13 "For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life." If you feel the same way forward it to as many people as you can so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also. My "People I shared the gospel with" file just got bigger, how about yours?