Well Folks do you know what day is today?
It's the Summer Solstice, it's the offical first day of Summer, the longest Day time hours of the year.
And around here it's HOT! I mean it's so hot I have a box fan blowing on the floor (which moves the dust bunnies) so that our dog Beaucephus can lay in front of it belly up!
It's a hot day that if there were ciceda's they'd be humming.
It's a hot day, that you can smell dry grass, dust and heat.
It's a hot day where you are wishing for water on the rocks.
It's a hot day where sitting in the shade and just talking about nuttin' sounds like good idea.
It's a hot day where sleeping on a hammock in the shade is an even better idea.
It's a hot day where eating during the heat of the day is not a good idea.
It's a hot day where cold roast beef in the evening is just right, followed by ice cream (make mine chocolate)
It's a hot day that just laying down in a cold stream (if you can find one) sounds wonderful.
It's a hot day where even the sounds of running water sounds cool.
It's a hot day where just watching the squirrels in the trees and the birds in the sky outside is better than any T.V. program.
It's a hot day that makes a cold beer taste like ambrosia.
It's a hot day of a feel good kind that is like a religious experience.
And that's what makes it Summer.
Mean Kitty lazing in the shade signing off.
On the Prowl
Friday, June 20, 2008
Don't Mess with these Young Ladies~~~~
Well go to it Kids.
Now and then there is a story or two that really just tickles me to no end.
I came across these two stories on I think Fox News.
The first story is about some dirt bag robbing a Lemonade stand.
Seems some dirt bag tried to rob a kiddie Lemonade stand of its money, all of $17.50, well the owner of said stand, a 12 year old girl was not going to stand for it and ran after the guy, yelling all the way.
Now he (the dirt bag) ran into a house to hide and she called the cops on her cell phone. Now granted it was $17.50 but it’s the principle of the thing. Dirt Bag was arrested by the cops for felony robbery and is held on $5,000 bail. Well turkey butt was it worth it?
But the 12 year old’s parents are standing guard at her lemonade stand, make sure no more dirt bags try to rip her off again. Although I think when she grows up she is going to be one tough business cookie.
The other story is that some pervert tried to kidnap a young girl right off a playground, he told her to get in his car and she yelled “NO” and took the pervs picture with the cell phone camera she had and then ran away to safety. She got a good picture of him too.
It didn’t take long for the cops to round the guy up and charge him seeing as how the young lady with her parents help was able to give the cops a really good picture of him. Now that is what I call good cell phone usage by both young tough minded young ladies.
And take two scum bags off the streets.
Good Work Young Ladies---Teach the rest how it’s done!!!
Or as I say when I watch “Cops” ‘Loose the Hounds!!!’
Now and then there is a story or two that really just tickles me to no end.
I came across these two stories on I think Fox News.
The first story is about some dirt bag robbing a Lemonade stand.
Seems some dirt bag tried to rob a kiddie Lemonade stand of its money, all of $17.50, well the owner of said stand, a 12 year old girl was not going to stand for it and ran after the guy, yelling all the way.
Now he (the dirt bag) ran into a house to hide and she called the cops on her cell phone. Now granted it was $17.50 but it’s the principle of the thing. Dirt Bag was arrested by the cops for felony robbery and is held on $5,000 bail. Well turkey butt was it worth it?
But the 12 year old’s parents are standing guard at her lemonade stand, make sure no more dirt bags try to rip her off again. Although I think when she grows up she is going to be one tough business cookie.
The other story is that some pervert tried to kidnap a young girl right off a playground, he told her to get in his car and she yelled “NO” and took the pervs picture with the cell phone camera she had and then ran away to safety. She got a good picture of him too.
It didn’t take long for the cops to round the guy up and charge him seeing as how the young lady with her parents help was able to give the cops a really good picture of him. Now that is what I call good cell phone usage by both young tough minded young ladies.
And take two scum bags off the streets.
Good Work Young Ladies---Teach the rest how it’s done!!!
Or as I say when I watch “Cops” ‘Loose the Hounds!!!’
Manson Family Killer!!!
This is another I can’t believe it!
Do you all remember Susan Atkins, she of Manson Family fame, who stabbed over 100 times (they say 100) Sharon Tate and her unborn baby?
Seems that Ms. Atkins is dying of Cancer, The Big C has got her! And that is justice!
But Ms. Atkins and her current husband are filing for compassionate parole, so she can die in the “loving arms of her family”!!!???
Excuse me---but where were the loving arms of Sharon Tate’s family when the Manson Family was killing her?
Atkins was even given a form of compassion where none was given to Tate, she got life imprisonment, she live what 40 years more than Tate or her unborn baby. Frankly Folks that is all the compassion she should have.
Just the other night, my Hunka, Hunka Burnin’ Love and I were watching season 3 of Ghost Hunters (and I do have my comments on them later), and they caught EVP of a haunting that occurs at the current house that was built on top of the old house that Tate was killed in (the original house was razed after the murders). And there is the sound of a woman’s voice in pain and pleading ---this pain and fear is trapped there---Forever.
Let Atkins die in prison denied the loving arms of her “family”, denied breathing, seeing and enjoying the beauty of freedom. Let her die in the pain of the Cancer that is eating at her body, God has a form of justice, and this is it!
Ms. Atkins, as you lay dying inch by inch, in a grey prison hospital, no fresh air, no blue sky, no green grass, think on Sharon Tate and that baby of hers that never had a chance to live to enjoy that.
God has seen fit to meet out your punishment, tacked on by the legal justice system and it is right!
Do you all remember Susan Atkins, she of Manson Family fame, who stabbed over 100 times (they say 100) Sharon Tate and her unborn baby?
Seems that Ms. Atkins is dying of Cancer, The Big C has got her! And that is justice!
But Ms. Atkins and her current husband are filing for compassionate parole, so she can die in the “loving arms of her family”!!!???
Excuse me---but where were the loving arms of Sharon Tate’s family when the Manson Family was killing her?
Atkins was even given a form of compassion where none was given to Tate, she got life imprisonment, she live what 40 years more than Tate or her unborn baby. Frankly Folks that is all the compassion she should have.
Just the other night, my Hunka, Hunka Burnin’ Love and I were watching season 3 of Ghost Hunters (and I do have my comments on them later), and they caught EVP of a haunting that occurs at the current house that was built on top of the old house that Tate was killed in (the original house was razed after the murders). And there is the sound of a woman’s voice in pain and pleading ---this pain and fear is trapped there---Forever.
Let Atkins die in prison denied the loving arms of her “family”, denied breathing, seeing and enjoying the beauty of freedom. Let her die in the pain of the Cancer that is eating at her body, God has a form of justice, and this is it!
Ms. Atkins, as you lay dying inch by inch, in a grey prison hospital, no fresh air, no blue sky, no green grass, think on Sharon Tate and that baby of hers that never had a chance to live to enjoy that.
God has seen fit to meet out your punishment, tacked on by the legal justice system and it is right!
The inhumanity of some people!!!!
I just can not believe it, but it must be true. I mean Folks I read the story over and over with my mouth hung open----it only shows how depraved some people can be.
O.K. what am I ranting about---it’s a story out of Turlock, CA. Several people saw this guy with his truck parked on the wrong side of West Bradbury Road next to a cow pasture 10 miles southwest of Turlock, and he appeared to be kicking or stomping something.
One person thought it was a small bag of garbage, another thought it was a small animal, but it was a third person who realized it for what it was. This nut case was kicking and stomping to death a little boy of about 2 years old!
The BASTARD WAS KICKING AND STOMPING TO DEATH A LITTLE BABY!!!
This piece of shit wasn’t screaming he just kept saying that he had to kick the demons out of the baby. What demons??!!! If there were any demons it was in this piece of dung that was kicking the baby to Death!!!
Well everyone was calling 911 but because reception was not very good, the cops had a hard time locating the spot because it was night in cow country, finally a police helicopter flew over head, and a cop dropped out of it even before it landed, the cop drew his gun and yelled at the bastard to stop.
Do you know what the bastard did??? He gave the cop the one finger salute and kept on kicking the baby, so the cop shot the bastard dead.
One witness said that the bastard didn’t deserve to live.
Now some of the people were trying to stop the guy, but they were old people, and he just kept throwing them off, even a fireman had a hard time stopping the guy.
The others were afraid the nut case had a weapon.
The baby was dead, beaten, stomped and kicked beyond recognition. (that is like a stab to my heart thinking about it)
It is so hard for me to repeat it here that I’m just going to cut and paste the story as it came from the San Francisco Chronicle.
Killer dad said he had to 'get the demons'
(06-17) 04:00 PDT Turlock, Stanislaus County –
A 27-year-old grocery
store worker who police say punched and kicked his 2-year-old son to death
on a country road calmly told motorists who stopped at the scene that he
had to "get the demons" out of the boy, two witnesses said Monday.
Sergio Casian Aguiar of Turlock told people who urged him to stop late
Saturday that the boy was "trash," the witnesses said. He asked for a
knife at one point and, at another, said, "Look how they make toys now."
And when a Modesto police officer jumped off a helicopter and ordered
Aguiar to stop at gunpoint, he raised his middle finger and continued his
attack.
Officer Jerry Ramar, standing in a cow pasture behind an electric fence,
shot Aguiar once in the forehead, the witnesses and police said. Aguiar
died at the scene.
"Good shot, thank God," said Deborah McKain, a 51-year-old resident of
nearby Crows Landing who pulled up to the beating scene on a cracked
two-lane road while on her way home from dinner in Turlock, 10 miles to
the northeast. "That guy needed to die."
The reason a father with no criminal record would commit such a brutal
killing was still a mystery on Monday. Authorities do not know whether
Aguiar was drunk or on drugs, and toxicology reports on him and his son
will not be available for three to four weeks, said sheriff's spokesman
Deputy Royjindar Singh.
The boy was beaten so savagely that DNA tests will be needed to confirm
his identity, Singh said. His name has not been released.
The crime shocked this agricultural community and stunned those who knew
Aguiar and his wife, Frances, who had recently separated from her husband.
She was in Southern California when her son was killed.
Police said Aguiar had never been arrested. He worked at the 24-hour
FoodMaxx in Turlock, where a company spokesman described him as a good
employee whose co-workers were traumatized by what happened.
At the Mulberry Mobile Park, where Aguiar, his wife and his son lived in a
trailer for a few years before moving last year, manager Ronda Donner said
she was "blown away."
"Nice, no trouble. Their rent was always paid on time," Donner said while pruning trees on the property, where mobile homes encircle a parched
island of grass. "I'm still kind of shocked. He didn't seem like that kind
of person."
His wife lives in a modest apartment in Turlock. A bicycle, tricycle and a
toy car sat outside Monday. No one was home.
McKain, of Crows Landing, said she drove past Sergio Aguiar's pickup
Saturday night on West Bradbury Road and, at first, thought he was
"kicking garbage or something."
But she said her boyfriend, Dan Robinson, told her to back up and put her
headlights on Aguiar.
"Sure enough, he was kicking a baby around," McKain said.
She said the child was unconscious, his clothes falling off, and looked
liked a "rag doll." Robinson, a volunteer fire chief in Crows Landing,
showed Aguiar his badge and ordered him to stop, but Aguiar calmly said
something like, "It's just trash," McKain said.
Aguiar also said, "Look how they make toys now," McKain said, and at one
point asked Robinson for a knife.
When Robinson went into the pickup to turn on the hazard lights, Aguiar
stopped kicking the boy, helped him find the flashers, then went back to
his attack, McKain said. She said there was blood in the truck's cab.
McKain said her son, her son's wife and her son's friend were also there,
as were a woman and a man who pulled up in separate cars. She estimated
that she saw Aguiar kick or stomp his son at least 100 times, but she said
no one tried to stop him because he appeared to be dangerous. One fear was
that "maybe he had something in his pocket," she said.
Also, McKain said, it was clear that "the baby was gone."
Another witness, 23-year-old Lisa Mota, said Aguiar "wasn't acting like a
crazy person, running around or screaming. He said, 'I've just got to get
the demons out of him.' He was very calm.' "
Mota said she went to a counselor Monday to talk about what she saw but
wasn't ready to talk about it publicly.
"Even having witnessed it, I still can't believe it happened," she said.
"I don't think it's ever going to leave my mind. For someone like me who
is about to start a family, it's a fear that there's people out there like
that - that even have the thought to kill a child."
The roadway was still stained with blood Monday, and one neighbor had
attached a teddy bear to a nearby stop sign.
Singh said authorities received several 911 calls about the beating just
after 10 p.m. Saturday, and that the first officers to arrive were aboard
a Sheriff's Department helicopter that had been patrolling over Turlock.
The pilot, a sheriff's deputy, and Ramar, the Modesto police officer,
landed in a cow pasture just off the roadway about 10:19 p.m., Singh said.
Ramar jumped from the helicopter before it touched down, ran about 20
yards toward Aguiar and, while standing behind the pasture's fence,
ordered him to stop beating the boy, Singh said.
McKain said Aguiar responded, "I'm not going to prison," and when he
raised his middle finger, Ramar fired.
E-mail Demian Bulwa at dbulwa@sfchronicle.com.
This article appeared on page A - 1 of the San Francisco Chronicle
O.K. Folks there it is all in its ugly truth---there is another follow up to this story and I’ve included it here~~~~~~~~
What led Turlock man to fatally beat toddler son?
(06-17) 14:28 PDT Turlock, CA (AP) --
Investigators are trying to figure out what prompted a 27-year-old man
with no criminal record and no apparent signs of mental illness to
savagely beat his toddler son to death on a dark country road.
Sergio Casian Aguiar, who worked at a supermarket in Turlock, was fatally
shot by police Saturday night after he refused to stop attacking his
2-year-old son, according to the Stanislaus County Sheriff's Department.
Aguiar's wife, Frances Liliana Casian, a kindergarten teacher, told
detectives that she didn't know why Aguiar would brutally beat their child
and said he didn't have any mental illness that she knew about, according
to sheriff's spokesman, Royjindar Singh.
Results from toxicology tests to determine if Aguiar was drunk or on drugs
are expected in about four weeks.
"We may never know why the suspect beat that child to death," Stanislaus
County Sheriff Adam Christianson told The Modesto Bee. "We hope to find
out, but it's going to take a lot more work."
Witnesses said they saw Aguiar stomping, kicking and punching the toddler
next to his pickup truck, which was parked on a remote, unlit road in
rural Stanislaus County around 10 p.m. Saturday.
Deborah McKain, 51, who lives in nearby Crows Landing, and her boyfriend,
Dan Robinson, were driving on West Bradbury Road, just outside the San
Joaquin Valley town of Turlock, when they spotted Aguiar on the roadside.
She told the San Francisco Chronicle that at first she thought he was
"kicking garbage or something," but soon realized he was attacking a
child. She said the child looked like a "rag doll," unconscious with his
clothes falling off. She estimated that she saw him kick or stomp the boy
at least 100 times.
Robinson, a volunteer fire chief in Crows Landing, and at least one other
man tried to pull Aguiar away from the boy, but the suspect kept attacking
the toddler.
Robinson told reporters that "there was a total hollowness in his eyes"
and that Aguiar spoke calmly when he said he was beating the "demons" out
of the boy. At one point Aguiar asked Robinson for a knife.
Minutes after at least three 911 calls were placed — at 10:19 p.m. —
officers in a sheriff's helicopter landed in a nearby cow pasture. Modesto
Police Officer Jerry Ramar jumped out, ran across a field to an
electrified fence next to the road and ordered Aguiar to stop.
"Put your hands up. Step away from the baby," Ramar said, according to
Singh.
When Aguiar stuck out his middle finger and kept kicking the boy, Ramar
fired his gun, killing the suspect with a shot in the forehead.
Two deputies tried unsuccessfully to perform CPR on the boy before he was
rushed to Emanuel Medical Center in Turlock, where he was pronounced dead.
Ramar, who has been a law enforcement officer for more than six years, has
been placed on paid administrative leave, a routine response for
officer-involved shootings.
Because the boy was beaten beyond recognition, investigators plan to use
DNA tests to confirm that the toddler was Aguiar's son. They also plan to
test blood that was found inside the cab of Aguiar's Toyota pickup, said
Christianson.
"This event didn't start at Bradbury Road. The blood and other evidence
leads us to believe the suspect may have ended up there, but the crime
really started someplace else," Christianson told the Bee. "That child
probably suffered fatal injuries before the motorists arrived on the
scene."
Aguiar worked at a 24-hour FoodMaxx in Turlock, where he was described as
a good employee, according to a company spokesman.
Ronda Donner, manager of the Mulberry Mobile Park in Turlock, where the
family lived for a few years before they moved last year, said she was
"blown away" by the news.
"Nice, no trouble. Their rent was always paid on time," Donner told the
Chronicle. "I'm still kind of shocked. He didn't seem like that kind of
person."
~~~~~~~
They just don’t know why this guy did it. Well I’ve seen cruelty in all its forms, why do people do it? There is no need for cruelty. What made this guy go berserk? Was it because this guy was separated from his wife? Was she beginning to see things in him, that had her sort of questioning that maybe being married to him is not a good thing?
If that is the case why did she have him take “care of” the little boy? Did she think that he wasn’t that bad, that the boy would be o.k. with him? From all the follow up articles that I've read she says that he didn't seem to show anything that may indicate mental illness. Maybe so, but then why was she separated from him, she must have sensed something, something that she couldn't put her finger on, but for some reason she still trusted him to take care of the boy.
Maybe so, but then for some reason the kid started to cry or whine and the father snapped? What pressures were there that we don’t know about? Was he going to lose his job? Was he an illegal? I have no idea.
To the people that stopped and did something, to those that witnessed it, I’m praying for them, it’s something they will never forget.
And don't anyone "Monday Morning Quarter back this" according to the Lead detective, those people did everything they could do. They were not trained for this, this was something so shocking that for some people you cannot move. What my Daddy use to call "The deer in the headlights" syndrome. They just freeze, and those that did try, they were dealing with a nut case that was running on some sort of adrinline rush, the only way you could stop him was to killl him.
And the cop who did, couldn't get any closer because an electrified fence was between him and the nut case. See if the cop touched the fence it would have been enough to set off all the bullets in his belt and gun, so it could have been worse.
To the cops especially the one who shot the bastard, I’m praying for them, the one who pulled the trigger did the world a good thing. He's going to have to live with that memory for the rest of his life.
He and everyone there will always wonder could I have done more? Could I? Well according to the coroner that little baby might have been dead before they got there, so what they did was get a mad man off the streets.
Everyone did something that was all they could possibly do, so I will pray for them that although this was a horrible, horrible event that some how they will do something positive to give meaning to that little baby's life.
To the little baby who died and never had a chance to live and enjoy life, I’m praying for him, that the angels took him quickly and that he is now in heaven in Jesus and Mother Mary's protective arms. The little guy came to this earth for just a very short time, but his little life has affected a number of people. I like to think that is what he was meant to do.
Why this man did this sick act of murder I don’t think we’ll ever know. I hope there will be an answer.
But what I do know is that on a lonely road, 10 miles out of Turlock, at a stop sign is a Teddy Bear doll to mark where a horrible act was committed and a baby died.
O.K. what am I ranting about---it’s a story out of Turlock, CA. Several people saw this guy with his truck parked on the wrong side of West Bradbury Road next to a cow pasture 10 miles southwest of Turlock, and he appeared to be kicking or stomping something.
One person thought it was a small bag of garbage, another thought it was a small animal, but it was a third person who realized it for what it was. This nut case was kicking and stomping to death a little boy of about 2 years old!
The BASTARD WAS KICKING AND STOMPING TO DEATH A LITTLE BABY!!!
This piece of shit wasn’t screaming he just kept saying that he had to kick the demons out of the baby. What demons??!!! If there were any demons it was in this piece of dung that was kicking the baby to Death!!!
Well everyone was calling 911 but because reception was not very good, the cops had a hard time locating the spot because it was night in cow country, finally a police helicopter flew over head, and a cop dropped out of it even before it landed, the cop drew his gun and yelled at the bastard to stop.
Do you know what the bastard did??? He gave the cop the one finger salute and kept on kicking the baby, so the cop shot the bastard dead.
One witness said that the bastard didn’t deserve to live.
Now some of the people were trying to stop the guy, but they were old people, and he just kept throwing them off, even a fireman had a hard time stopping the guy.
The others were afraid the nut case had a weapon.
The baby was dead, beaten, stomped and kicked beyond recognition. (that is like a stab to my heart thinking about it)
It is so hard for me to repeat it here that I’m just going to cut and paste the story as it came from the San Francisco Chronicle.
Killer dad said he had to 'get the demons'
(06-17) 04:00 PDT Turlock, Stanislaus County –
A 27-year-old grocery
store worker who police say punched and kicked his 2-year-old son to death
on a country road calmly told motorists who stopped at the scene that he
had to "get the demons" out of the boy, two witnesses said Monday.
Sergio Casian Aguiar of Turlock told people who urged him to stop late
Saturday that the boy was "trash," the witnesses said. He asked for a
knife at one point and, at another, said, "Look how they make toys now."
And when a Modesto police officer jumped off a helicopter and ordered
Aguiar to stop at gunpoint, he raised his middle finger and continued his
attack.
Officer Jerry Ramar, standing in a cow pasture behind an electric fence,
shot Aguiar once in the forehead, the witnesses and police said. Aguiar
died at the scene.
"Good shot, thank God," said Deborah McKain, a 51-year-old resident of
nearby Crows Landing who pulled up to the beating scene on a cracked
two-lane road while on her way home from dinner in Turlock, 10 miles to
the northeast. "That guy needed to die."
The reason a father with no criminal record would commit such a brutal
killing was still a mystery on Monday. Authorities do not know whether
Aguiar was drunk or on drugs, and toxicology reports on him and his son
will not be available for three to four weeks, said sheriff's spokesman
Deputy Royjindar Singh.
The boy was beaten so savagely that DNA tests will be needed to confirm
his identity, Singh said. His name has not been released.
The crime shocked this agricultural community and stunned those who knew
Aguiar and his wife, Frances, who had recently separated from her husband.
She was in Southern California when her son was killed.
Police said Aguiar had never been arrested. He worked at the 24-hour
FoodMaxx in Turlock, where a company spokesman described him as a good
employee whose co-workers were traumatized by what happened.
At the Mulberry Mobile Park, where Aguiar, his wife and his son lived in a
trailer for a few years before moving last year, manager Ronda Donner said
she was "blown away."
"Nice, no trouble. Their rent was always paid on time," Donner said while pruning trees on the property, where mobile homes encircle a parched
island of grass. "I'm still kind of shocked. He didn't seem like that kind
of person."
His wife lives in a modest apartment in Turlock. A bicycle, tricycle and a
toy car sat outside Monday. No one was home.
McKain, of Crows Landing, said she drove past Sergio Aguiar's pickup
Saturday night on West Bradbury Road and, at first, thought he was
"kicking garbage or something."
But she said her boyfriend, Dan Robinson, told her to back up and put her
headlights on Aguiar.
"Sure enough, he was kicking a baby around," McKain said.
She said the child was unconscious, his clothes falling off, and looked
liked a "rag doll." Robinson, a volunteer fire chief in Crows Landing,
showed Aguiar his badge and ordered him to stop, but Aguiar calmly said
something like, "It's just trash," McKain said.
Aguiar also said, "Look how they make toys now," McKain said, and at one
point asked Robinson for a knife.
When Robinson went into the pickup to turn on the hazard lights, Aguiar
stopped kicking the boy, helped him find the flashers, then went back to
his attack, McKain said. She said there was blood in the truck's cab.
McKain said her son, her son's wife and her son's friend were also there,
as were a woman and a man who pulled up in separate cars. She estimated
that she saw Aguiar kick or stomp his son at least 100 times, but she said
no one tried to stop him because he appeared to be dangerous. One fear was
that "maybe he had something in his pocket," she said.
Also, McKain said, it was clear that "the baby was gone."
Another witness, 23-year-old Lisa Mota, said Aguiar "wasn't acting like a
crazy person, running around or screaming. He said, 'I've just got to get
the demons out of him.' He was very calm.' "
Mota said she went to a counselor Monday to talk about what she saw but
wasn't ready to talk about it publicly.
"Even having witnessed it, I still can't believe it happened," she said.
"I don't think it's ever going to leave my mind. For someone like me who
is about to start a family, it's a fear that there's people out there like
that - that even have the thought to kill a child."
The roadway was still stained with blood Monday, and one neighbor had
attached a teddy bear to a nearby stop sign.
Singh said authorities received several 911 calls about the beating just
after 10 p.m. Saturday, and that the first officers to arrive were aboard
a Sheriff's Department helicopter that had been patrolling over Turlock.
The pilot, a sheriff's deputy, and Ramar, the Modesto police officer,
landed in a cow pasture just off the roadway about 10:19 p.m., Singh said.
Ramar jumped from the helicopter before it touched down, ran about 20
yards toward Aguiar and, while standing behind the pasture's fence,
ordered him to stop beating the boy, Singh said.
McKain said Aguiar responded, "I'm not going to prison," and when he
raised his middle finger, Ramar fired.
E-mail Demian Bulwa at dbulwa@sfchronicle.com.
This article appeared on page A - 1 of the San Francisco Chronicle
O.K. Folks there it is all in its ugly truth---there is another follow up to this story and I’ve included it here~~~~~~~~
What led Turlock man to fatally beat toddler son?
(06-17) 14:28 PDT Turlock, CA (AP) --
Investigators are trying to figure out what prompted a 27-year-old man
with no criminal record and no apparent signs of mental illness to
savagely beat his toddler son to death on a dark country road.
Sergio Casian Aguiar, who worked at a supermarket in Turlock, was fatally
shot by police Saturday night after he refused to stop attacking his
2-year-old son, according to the Stanislaus County Sheriff's Department.
Aguiar's wife, Frances Liliana Casian, a kindergarten teacher, told
detectives that she didn't know why Aguiar would brutally beat their child
and said he didn't have any mental illness that she knew about, according
to sheriff's spokesman, Royjindar Singh.
Results from toxicology tests to determine if Aguiar was drunk or on drugs
are expected in about four weeks.
"We may never know why the suspect beat that child to death," Stanislaus
County Sheriff Adam Christianson told The Modesto Bee. "We hope to find
out, but it's going to take a lot more work."
Witnesses said they saw Aguiar stomping, kicking and punching the toddler
next to his pickup truck, which was parked on a remote, unlit road in
rural Stanislaus County around 10 p.m. Saturday.
Deborah McKain, 51, who lives in nearby Crows Landing, and her boyfriend,
Dan Robinson, were driving on West Bradbury Road, just outside the San
Joaquin Valley town of Turlock, when they spotted Aguiar on the roadside.
She told the San Francisco Chronicle that at first she thought he was
"kicking garbage or something," but soon realized he was attacking a
child. She said the child looked like a "rag doll," unconscious with his
clothes falling off. She estimated that she saw him kick or stomp the boy
at least 100 times.
Robinson, a volunteer fire chief in Crows Landing, and at least one other
man tried to pull Aguiar away from the boy, but the suspect kept attacking
the toddler.
Robinson told reporters that "there was a total hollowness in his eyes"
and that Aguiar spoke calmly when he said he was beating the "demons" out
of the boy. At one point Aguiar asked Robinson for a knife.
Minutes after at least three 911 calls were placed — at 10:19 p.m. —
officers in a sheriff's helicopter landed in a nearby cow pasture. Modesto
Police Officer Jerry Ramar jumped out, ran across a field to an
electrified fence next to the road and ordered Aguiar to stop.
"Put your hands up. Step away from the baby," Ramar said, according to
Singh.
When Aguiar stuck out his middle finger and kept kicking the boy, Ramar
fired his gun, killing the suspect with a shot in the forehead.
Two deputies tried unsuccessfully to perform CPR on the boy before he was
rushed to Emanuel Medical Center in Turlock, where he was pronounced dead.
Ramar, who has been a law enforcement officer for more than six years, has
been placed on paid administrative leave, a routine response for
officer-involved shootings.
Because the boy was beaten beyond recognition, investigators plan to use
DNA tests to confirm that the toddler was Aguiar's son. They also plan to
test blood that was found inside the cab of Aguiar's Toyota pickup, said
Christianson.
"This event didn't start at Bradbury Road. The blood and other evidence
leads us to believe the suspect may have ended up there, but the crime
really started someplace else," Christianson told the Bee. "That child
probably suffered fatal injuries before the motorists arrived on the
scene."
Aguiar worked at a 24-hour FoodMaxx in Turlock, where he was described as
a good employee, according to a company spokesman.
Ronda Donner, manager of the Mulberry Mobile Park in Turlock, where the
family lived for a few years before they moved last year, said she was
"blown away" by the news.
"Nice, no trouble. Their rent was always paid on time," Donner told the
Chronicle. "I'm still kind of shocked. He didn't seem like that kind of
person."
~~~~~~~
They just don’t know why this guy did it. Well I’ve seen cruelty in all its forms, why do people do it? There is no need for cruelty. What made this guy go berserk? Was it because this guy was separated from his wife? Was she beginning to see things in him, that had her sort of questioning that maybe being married to him is not a good thing?
If that is the case why did she have him take “care of” the little boy? Did she think that he wasn’t that bad, that the boy would be o.k. with him? From all the follow up articles that I've read she says that he didn't seem to show anything that may indicate mental illness. Maybe so, but then why was she separated from him, she must have sensed something, something that she couldn't put her finger on, but for some reason she still trusted him to take care of the boy.
Maybe so, but then for some reason the kid started to cry or whine and the father snapped? What pressures were there that we don’t know about? Was he going to lose his job? Was he an illegal? I have no idea.
To the people that stopped and did something, to those that witnessed it, I’m praying for them, it’s something they will never forget.
And don't anyone "Monday Morning Quarter back this" according to the Lead detective, those people did everything they could do. They were not trained for this, this was something so shocking that for some people you cannot move. What my Daddy use to call "The deer in the headlights" syndrome. They just freeze, and those that did try, they were dealing with a nut case that was running on some sort of adrinline rush, the only way you could stop him was to killl him.
And the cop who did, couldn't get any closer because an electrified fence was between him and the nut case. See if the cop touched the fence it would have been enough to set off all the bullets in his belt and gun, so it could have been worse.
To the cops especially the one who shot the bastard, I’m praying for them, the one who pulled the trigger did the world a good thing. He's going to have to live with that memory for the rest of his life.
He and everyone there will always wonder could I have done more? Could I? Well according to the coroner that little baby might have been dead before they got there, so what they did was get a mad man off the streets.
Everyone did something that was all they could possibly do, so I will pray for them that although this was a horrible, horrible event that some how they will do something positive to give meaning to that little baby's life.
To the little baby who died and never had a chance to live and enjoy life, I’m praying for him, that the angels took him quickly and that he is now in heaven in Jesus and Mother Mary's protective arms. The little guy came to this earth for just a very short time, but his little life has affected a number of people. I like to think that is what he was meant to do.
Why this man did this sick act of murder I don’t think we’ll ever know. I hope there will be an answer.
But what I do know is that on a lonely road, 10 miles out of Turlock, at a stop sign is a Teddy Bear doll to mark where a horrible act was committed and a baby died.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
It's Father's Day 2008
Hey there Folks,
It's Dad's Day. Now I know everyone wants to celebrate it in their own way. Some of us got lucky and had great Dads, and some of us had bums for fathers and would prefer to forget them.
I got lucky I had a really great Dad, granted he wasn't always in my life, well because of his work.
Dad was a baker, he baked bread---sometimes referred to as the staff of life---but it meant that he worked nights and slept days, so most of the times I really didn't get to see him.
He'd come home about 6 in the morning, leave his flour covered work clothes in a special basket in the back laundry room, wash himself in the laundry sink to get the flour off, and then go to bed. Mom would wake up and then get things ready for us kids, and we'd get ready for school, but we had to be quiet because Dad was asleep.
We'd get out of school about 3 p.m. and when we got home Dad would be up having a light breakfast. And that was a good time, we'd tell him about school and such and do our homework at the kitchen table and Dad would read the newspaper at the table as well having coffee.
One of the biggest investments my folks made in our education was a comprehensive dictionary---the Webster Collegate----and if we didn't understand something Dad would read it's meaning to us out of the dictionary, while Mom was putting dinner together, and finishing up laundry.
Now this was something of a miracle for my Dad because he never went beyond the 8th grade but he was a wizz at math, he could figure out those "thought problems" like they were nuthin' and then explain to us how to figure them out. He was most always right.
Mom handled the spelling and writing assigments. She was a wizz at that. She went to High School.
Then come 5:30 p.m. or 6 p.m. Dad would go off the work, now he didn't have to go far, we were lucky because the bakery was only two short blocks from our house and if Mom wanted me to run over there with something or something came up I could dash over real quick and give him the message.
So most evenings Dad wasn't home, it be me, Mom and baby brother, (who grew up to be Bubba size). But Mom in her own way made sure that even though Dad wasn't home, he still was a presense in our lives. It was in the little things, like large pictures of him in his Army uniform or their Wedding picture, or a picture of all of us from some speical thing we did.
Or Mom whould have my brother and me take up Dad's freshly laundered clothes and she'd follow with bath towels or something, and we'd help her put the clothing away.
On Wednesdays, Mom would have all of Dad's work clothes in a special cloth bag, and I'd put it on my Red wagon and take it to the cleaners, and I'd tell Mrs. Tillitson "Mom's says to be careful it's flour and rice flour" every Wednesday I'd say that, but when you're only 8 years old you did as you were told.
And Mrs. Tillitson would always say " I'll be careful, now here's the clean clothes" and she'd put the clean ones that were all wrapped up in paper in my wagon, and I'd give her the payment that was from last week and she'd give me the new bill for the current week.
I did that right up to when I was in college, But I could make change and pay for the bill right then and there, and I could pick up the clean clothes as well as deposit the used ones by then, but I still used that red wagon to walk them to the cleaners.
Mom always say "Let me talk to your Dad about that"....or "Dad and I are planning ..." or "Don't you get into trouble or I'd have to tell your Dad and he'd be upset" or "Oh Dear, I'm going to have to ask your Dad if there's a way to fix this".
See no matter what Dad was always a presense in our lives.
Dad always went to Church with us on Sundays, 'cause Saturdays was his day off of work.
He'd have Tuesdays off because no bread would be baked for Wednesdays, back then, why I don't know but it was tradition---you had to make sure you had enough bread to see you though Wednesdays and Sundays.
So Tuesdays would be the big errand days for him and Mom, they'd try to be home by the time we were out of school, and if we got home before them, we'd have a hidden key to get through the back door. But they'd be home real quick.
Now during the Summer, that was a fun time, Dad and I on Tuesdays would go to the Dumps--to dump green cuttings or something, and we'd find something he could fix and use.
Saturdays, if the money was there we'd go someplace, like to a park or fishing or something. Couldn't do it all the time, because back then like now, we had to budget.
Or Dad would be fixing something, or working in the garden, or painting some part of the house, or doing something on the car that 1936 Chevy. Or we'd go to Grandma's and help her out.
Dad's Day we'd have a cake for Dad, and fix him a special lunch or go out to Breakfast instead of coming home for breakfast. But every Dad's Day my Dad had to go to work in the evenings at 6 p.m. to get the bread ready for baking and bake it for delivery, he never had that Day off.
But Mom would fix him a speical lunch of Roast Beef Sandwhiches, and some other speical goodies for his lunch, and since the bakery was just two short blocks away I'd walk it over to him and walk into the work area, and wait until he had a free moment, then I'd hand him the lunch and say "Happy Father's Day Pop!" and he'd smile.
He never had that day off, so he could rest, because he took his job seriously because Bread is the staff of life and Great Dads and Moms are the life support of families.
Now I'm gonna treat my Hunka, Hunka Burnin' Love to his Dad's Day, His son is coming by and the two of them are going to enjoy a beer and tell tales to each other sitting out in the back yard and laughing themselves silly.
And I'm going to remember all the Dad's Days I had with my Dad and pass those tales on to Junior. I guess some of us are lucky.
Mean Kitty relaxing signing off.
It's Dad's Day. Now I know everyone wants to celebrate it in their own way. Some of us got lucky and had great Dads, and some of us had bums for fathers and would prefer to forget them.
I got lucky I had a really great Dad, granted he wasn't always in my life, well because of his work.
Dad was a baker, he baked bread---sometimes referred to as the staff of life---but it meant that he worked nights and slept days, so most of the times I really didn't get to see him.
He'd come home about 6 in the morning, leave his flour covered work clothes in a special basket in the back laundry room, wash himself in the laundry sink to get the flour off, and then go to bed. Mom would wake up and then get things ready for us kids, and we'd get ready for school, but we had to be quiet because Dad was asleep.
We'd get out of school about 3 p.m. and when we got home Dad would be up having a light breakfast. And that was a good time, we'd tell him about school and such and do our homework at the kitchen table and Dad would read the newspaper at the table as well having coffee.
One of the biggest investments my folks made in our education was a comprehensive dictionary---the Webster Collegate----and if we didn't understand something Dad would read it's meaning to us out of the dictionary, while Mom was putting dinner together, and finishing up laundry.
Now this was something of a miracle for my Dad because he never went beyond the 8th grade but he was a wizz at math, he could figure out those "thought problems" like they were nuthin' and then explain to us how to figure them out. He was most always right.
Mom handled the spelling and writing assigments. She was a wizz at that. She went to High School.
Then come 5:30 p.m. or 6 p.m. Dad would go off the work, now he didn't have to go far, we were lucky because the bakery was only two short blocks from our house and if Mom wanted me to run over there with something or something came up I could dash over real quick and give him the message.
So most evenings Dad wasn't home, it be me, Mom and baby brother, (who grew up to be Bubba size). But Mom in her own way made sure that even though Dad wasn't home, he still was a presense in our lives. It was in the little things, like large pictures of him in his Army uniform or their Wedding picture, or a picture of all of us from some speical thing we did.
Or Mom whould have my brother and me take up Dad's freshly laundered clothes and she'd follow with bath towels or something, and we'd help her put the clothing away.
On Wednesdays, Mom would have all of Dad's work clothes in a special cloth bag, and I'd put it on my Red wagon and take it to the cleaners, and I'd tell Mrs. Tillitson "Mom's says to be careful it's flour and rice flour" every Wednesday I'd say that, but when you're only 8 years old you did as you were told.
And Mrs. Tillitson would always say " I'll be careful, now here's the clean clothes" and she'd put the clean ones that were all wrapped up in paper in my wagon, and I'd give her the payment that was from last week and she'd give me the new bill for the current week.
I did that right up to when I was in college, But I could make change and pay for the bill right then and there, and I could pick up the clean clothes as well as deposit the used ones by then, but I still used that red wagon to walk them to the cleaners.
Mom always say "Let me talk to your Dad about that"....or "Dad and I are planning ..." or "Don't you get into trouble or I'd have to tell your Dad and he'd be upset" or "Oh Dear, I'm going to have to ask your Dad if there's a way to fix this".
See no matter what Dad was always a presense in our lives.
Dad always went to Church with us on Sundays, 'cause Saturdays was his day off of work.
He'd have Tuesdays off because no bread would be baked for Wednesdays, back then, why I don't know but it was tradition---you had to make sure you had enough bread to see you though Wednesdays and Sundays.
So Tuesdays would be the big errand days for him and Mom, they'd try to be home by the time we were out of school, and if we got home before them, we'd have a hidden key to get through the back door. But they'd be home real quick.
Now during the Summer, that was a fun time, Dad and I on Tuesdays would go to the Dumps--to dump green cuttings or something, and we'd find something he could fix and use.
Saturdays, if the money was there we'd go someplace, like to a park or fishing or something. Couldn't do it all the time, because back then like now, we had to budget.
Or Dad would be fixing something, or working in the garden, or painting some part of the house, or doing something on the car that 1936 Chevy. Or we'd go to Grandma's and help her out.
Dad's Day we'd have a cake for Dad, and fix him a special lunch or go out to Breakfast instead of coming home for breakfast. But every Dad's Day my Dad had to go to work in the evenings at 6 p.m. to get the bread ready for baking and bake it for delivery, he never had that Day off.
But Mom would fix him a speical lunch of Roast Beef Sandwhiches, and some other speical goodies for his lunch, and since the bakery was just two short blocks away I'd walk it over to him and walk into the work area, and wait until he had a free moment, then I'd hand him the lunch and say "Happy Father's Day Pop!" and he'd smile.
He never had that day off, so he could rest, because he took his job seriously because Bread is the staff of life and Great Dads and Moms are the life support of families.
Now I'm gonna treat my Hunka, Hunka Burnin' Love to his Dad's Day, His son is coming by and the two of them are going to enjoy a beer and tell tales to each other sitting out in the back yard and laughing themselves silly.
And I'm going to remember all the Dad's Days I had with my Dad and pass those tales on to Junior. I guess some of us are lucky.
Mean Kitty relaxing signing off.
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