Crime: Graphic Photos: Triple Homicide | Vigilante and Domestic Violence : Gore

Facebook is making news in Brazil after a picture surfaced online this past Monday of a man who had murdered both his 19-year-old ex-wife and their eight-month-old son.

Odair José de Oliveira Santos, 36, of Maiquinique, a town and municipality in the state of Bahia in the North-East region of Brazil, was a caretaker of the local city council.

According to Military police sources, Santos first phoned his house to speak with his former wife, Deborah Santos Lima, 19.

The substance of the conversation they had is not known, but apparently it did not go well—Santos left work and headed home.

This story now becomes an all-too familiar one—an angry husband seeks revenge on his wife for what can sometimes be the tiniest of reasons.

To summarize it for you: now running on his lizard brain only, Santos enters his family residence where a domestic quarrel immediately ensues.

The degree of violence between man and wife can be volatile. And, although the degree of violence and anger can sometimes a mystery, one thing is known for certain, it is exactly like the mercury inside a thermometer on a hot mid-summer morning—steadily rising as the seconds and minutes tick away.

It's also a fact that sometimes these domestic attacks are not deadly—however, for this particular case, it couldn't have been more brutal.

Upon Santos' arrival, his wife, Lima, ran into the family bathroom with her infant son—the husband, Santos, followed close behind and forced his way in by breaking the lock.

Santos only weapons were his bare hands and the concrete floor but that was enough. He began beating his teenage wife's skull against the rock-hard tile floor over and over until her pretty young body lay still and quiet.

Next, with his primate anger now accelerating rapidly and running full throttle, Santos turned to his beautiful young infant son, Erick de Oliveira Lima.

Raising the child's body high in the air, Santos began throwing him several times downward against the concrete.

After killing his wife and son the distraught man now had no one left to focus on—except himself.

Santos first attempted suicide by ingesting poison.

In the end, Justice prevailed. As Santos entered the street attempting his getaway, a mob of locals caught and then instilled on him their own brand of Brazilian Justice.

Vigilantism is illegal..but none-the-less, the angry mob killed Santos in the worst way possible—by 'stoning' him and pouring an accelerant over his body and then incinerating him in the streets for the world to witness.
  
"War..children, it's just a shot away. Love.. sister, it's just a kiss away" ~ Mick Jagger

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Warning Graphic Death Photos: Sex Offender gets Justice from Hell

Two juvenile offenders from a Brazilian institution for minors called 'Funase,' located in  the city of Caruaru, were not having any Fun last week, if you'll pardon the pun.

According to the police report translation, the pair became embroiled in a violent prison riot between rival gangs located inside, and outside of the institution.

One of which attempted to gain better access by using a *gridiron to smash a large hole through the solid-concrete wall. (flat framework of parallel metal bars seen in the yard photo) 

The rebellious gang-members then—using only bare-hands, clubs, and rocks—killed two inmates inside.

Total chaos then erupted as Military Police were called in to surround the building to prevent a mass escape.

Dead are Cicero Marcelo da Silva, 17, a convicted rapist from Agrestina, and another young man, convicted drug-trafficker Manoel de Souza, aka "Arrim" also 17.

Both teens were murdered in the worst way possible.

Finally—perhaps as a warning to any other rapists in the city—the air was filled with the stench of burning human flesh as one of the young offenders then received what could be called poetic-justice-from-hell. 

The sex-offender had his lifeless-cadaver lit on fire and burned to a toasty crisp.

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 "You see my sister got raped, so a man got killed; my brother Mike went to prison...the rapist is buried on the hill. Folks went back to normal when they closed the case, but they still stare at their shoes when they pass our place." ~ Tragically Hip/Video Below

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Crime: Warning Graphic Photos: Beautiful Acapulco Prostitutes Bound and Murdered

The Mexican-drug-trade is not always about the murdering and beheading of other rival males.

Sometimes it's also about torturing and killing innocent women.

Found on Neron Street, in the suburbs of Acapulco, Guerrero, Mexico, this past September, were the remains of two very-young female prostitutes.

Left in the hot sun to rot, the attractive pair were obviously murdered execution style—shot twice from behind with hands bound—by members of a local drug cartel.

The bold lettered notes written on large pink placards and placed beside the corpses told the tale:

The english translation on the first placard reads:

"Attention, neither the marines nor the federal police can mess with us, the Commandos of the Devil. Signed, El Cremas."

The second placard referenced the two dead women:

"This happened to us because we informed the people from Cartel del Centro. Signed, El Cremas and Captain Sosa."

Photos Below. 

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"Ah, Sun-flower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the Sun,
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done:
Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow
Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my Sun-flower wishes to go."

~ William Blake

Murder Unsolved: The Story of Little Christine Jessop

Christine Jessop of Queensville, Ontario, on a fateful day back in October 1984, was just nine-years-old, and craving bubble-gum, when her school bus dropped her off at the end of the driveway at about 3:50 p.m.

After learning that her parents weren't yet home on this cool autumn afternoon, she then filled her tiny lungs with the crisp Canadian air—which still had hints of late summer wild flowers, hopped on her bicycle and sped-off down the road to a nearby store.

The fenders on her bike rattled loudly as the new-fallen leaves crunched like cornflakes under her wheels. With visions of penny-candy filling her head, the little girl would have no way of knowing the horror that was about to befall her.

Christine would never be seen alive again.

Later that night, according to a York Regional Police commission's report, the local law enforcement, not the RCMP, "responded immediately," racing to the little girls home with a multitude of emergency vehicles, including a dog handler.

One specific K-9 named "Ryder," whose handler was a Constable named Robertson, stated later in court that he had used Christine's sweater for scent, as he canvassed the area near her home.

The officer then stated that "when he and the dog approached a beige-colored Honda, belonging to Guy Paul Morin, one of the Jessop's neighbors, "Ryder began sniffing in a pronounced way and put its front paws up against the glass on the passenger side door."

The weeks passed by painfully slow, but then, on December 31, 1984, almost thirty-miles-away on Ravenshoe Road in the Durham Region, Cristine's tiny lifeless body was discovered.

Naked from the waist down with her legs spread, Cristine was swearing "a beige turtleneck, a blue pullover sweater, a blouse, and white socks with blue stripes. Her blue corduroy pants and running shoes were placed neatly beside her feet. "

Police crime-scene reports also stated that "her panties were found at her right foot along with a necklace with hair attached, later identified as Christine's."

The subsequent autopsy, performed on January 2, 1985, found multiple stab wounds, and listed that as the cause of death.

In April of the same year, with not much to go on, Christine's above-mentioned next-door neighbor, Morin, then 23-years-old, was arrested and charged.

Morin's car, which was the supposed transport vehicle, was also seized and criminally-processed by the Ontario Centre of Forensic Sciences in Toronto.

Not a drop of anything in the way of substantial evidence was ever found by OCFS.

Morin was then rightfully acquitted in a highly-publicized February, 1986 trial. But prosecutors were far from satisfied, especially when, in their minds, the "right" verdict had not been handed down.

The corrupt Ontario crown-prosecutor's office decided to appeal the Judge's decision, and ordered a new trial.

On July 30, 1992, by using jail-house-informants, tampering with evidence, etc., the prosecution finally got what they wanted. Morin was convicted, and sentenced to life behind bars in one of Canada's most notorious Prisons, the Medieval-looking, Kingston Penitentiary.

Knowing in his heart-of-hearts that one day he would be free, and not wanting to get categorized with convicted rape-hounds, and pedophiles, Morin requested no special conditions which would see him being housed in 'PC' aka (protective custody.)

Instead Morin spent his years behind bars in the 'GP' aka (general population.)

If nothing else, at least he would have his dignity.

First arrested in 1986, the nine-years of his life he lost is something that Morin, age 32, knew he could never get back or replace. However, as a result of sophisticated DNA testing , he did gain back his life and his innocence on January 23, 1995.

In the meantime, Christine Jessop has no life nor has she had any Justice. Her real murderer is either dead, in jail on other crimes, or still on the loose.
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"Somebody got murdered on New Year’s Eve
Somebody said dignity was the first to leave
I went down where the vultures feed
I would’ve gone deeper, but there wasn’t any need"
~Dylan

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