Warning: Graphic Crime Scene Photos: Dog Refuses to Leave Owner's Side After Homicide

Not that there was ever any doubt about it, but for further evidence that man's best friend is indeed his loyal dog, check out the photos below.

It also seems that not only will an owner's beloved dog remain beside their trusted friend throughout his lifetime—but also after he's been murdered and long since deceased.

According to witnesses, the below-posted photos are that of a local Brazilian fisherman whose loyal dog was found beside him last weekend after he became the victim of a horrific homicide.

The story is that two gunman approached a family-member while the fisherman was engaged in the construction of a new brick-house.

These strange men—under the guise of fish-buyers who wanted to buy some fish, which they claimed they intended to re-sell, were then taken by the man's stepdaughter to where he was laying-brick.

Like raving wolves whose modus-operandi is to hide inside the clothing of shepherds—the gunmen, upon seeing the fisherman, then opened-fire with automatic weapons.

After peppering the unsuspecting man with bullets, the killers were then seen speeding away from the scene of the crime on motorcycles.

From translating the police report, I found no motive given for this obvious premeditated, targeted, and senseless assassination of an innocent fisherman.

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"Beware of false prophets who come to you in sheep's clothing, for inwardly they are ferocious wolves. You will know them by the fruit of their labor." ~ Quran

Written by@cagestokerblog

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Crime Scene Photos: Murdered Jody Arias Victim Travis Alexander

"Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned / Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned."

That famous quote from "The Mourning Bride" which was written in 1697 by William Congreve seems to sum up the latest high-profile true crime case. One which has elements of both the OJ Simpson trial of the mid nineties, and the May, 2011, Casey Anthony, not-guilty fiasco.

Obviously yet another one of those extreme but all-too-common murderously-dysfunctional-relationship by-products that we true-crime-fans know and love so well, this is the one where extreme religiousness is combined with a great deal of uncommon sexual frustration.

Suddenly, without warning, one of the relationship participants is kicked to the curb and abandoned.

They can no-longer sleep or eat.. they become obsessed with the person who has left them.

This is where they usually jump or fall into a depression so deeply and darkly that they'll be willing make a deal with the devil in order to feel better about themselves and their current situation.

So they then begin to rationalize with themselves. They say: “If I can't have you, then no one else will either. I will end your life," as we witnessed in the OJ Simpson case.

This is the case of Jodi Arias. A 32-year-old Monterey County woman who has admitted to murdering her ex-lover, Travis Victor Alexander, known to his friends as "T-Dogg," also of Riverside, California, in an act of self defense. Far from the truth that defense is almost an impossibility.

This case literally has the proverbial smoking gun. A confession and crime-scene-photos taken accidentally in real-time.

My theory is that Arias went to his house with full intentions of getting back together with "T-Dogg," or else. But he only wanted sex, as we men so often do, and then he likely told her to "get lost."

Arias immediately began feeling those old familiar stabbing wounds to her heart strings, and didn't like the feeling. So she decided to pull out her new best friend and back-up-plan: her gun.

I also would like to point out that regardless of the fact that Aries does not have what society might deem"the typical look of a monstrous, cold, callous, calculating killer," the same primal-instinct of survival, which lies dormant inside all of us, will tell us we should kill or be killed.

For anybody who has taken anger-management treatment, myself included, know that this primitive area of the brain lies hidden deep inside us and is exactly the same no matter what the exterior may look like.

We all share this primal instinct. Only some of us pretend to hide it better than others.

Bang! She shot Alexander in the face, immobilizing him—and then finished him off by stabbing him multiple times. She has no idea why, but she feels a tremendous relief. In fact, she's filmed at the police station smiling and giddy. 

Jennifer Willmott, a death penalty-qualified defense attorney has been selected to represent Arias.

Stay tuned.

I'm @cagestokerblog

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The OJ Simpson Murder Revisited | Nicole Brown Simpson's Neck Decapitation Photo

Although he was acquitted of the horrendous crimes, these graphic crime scene photos show evidence of an extremely psychopathic, angry, jealous, and somewhat deranged husband. One whom, after their break-up, began stalking his wife's every move until one day confronting her—and the man he viewed as her new boyfriend—in the doorway of his upscale mansion.

No doubt about it. The evidence is overwhelming that the husband then murdered them both in cold blood.

That husband's name is Orenthal James Simpson, better known as 'OJ.' And Simpson's estranged wife's name was 35-year-old Nicole Brown-Simpson.

The entire story is a long one, but I will attempt to summarize it for you here and give you my theory.

It took place June 12, 1994, in the Brentwood district of Los Angeles, California—a place where, only days before, after one-too-many highly publicized domestic quarrels, ones where "911" was eventually called, the loving married couple, OJ and Nicole, had finally separated.

Simpson, a former NFL football star for the Denver Broncos of the NFL was a competitive athlete with a passion for winning. But this time after agreeing to move out of the house, he felt he had lost.

OJ had 'physically' left the marriage, but not 'mentally.' And, as a result of the heart-breaking separation, he was now finding himself slowly sinking into a mental depression.

Simpson was now quickly becoming obsessed with another great challenge—maybe his greatest. Which was how to get somehow back-together with his estranged wife, who, by the way, wanted nothing more to do with him.

It was like she was winning an emotional game against OJ..she seemed happy, and she was dating..which made him all the more furious.

Speculation from the evidence tells us that Simpson likely thought that "one way or another" he would get back at his ex-wife...even if it meant death.

OJ, from that point onward, trailed Nicole like a proverbial wounded deer; because, he also most-likely thought, "If I can't have her back, then nobody else will have her either."

On the night of the actual crime, Simpson—while waiting-in-the-weeds like a cowardly Lion—watched closely from afar as Nicole left a local L.A restaurant named the 'Mezzaluna Trattoria.' It was at this eatery where it is said Nicole had met and was now "dating" a 26-year-old waiter named Ronald Goldman.

This is merely speculation, but in my opinion, Simpson probably followed his wife home from the 'Mezzaluna Trattoria.' Albeit, at a safe distance so he wouldn't be detected.

Perhaps then, once his wife had arrived back home, Simpson may have stalked her by circling the block many times, and walking the perimeter of the property, peering in through the windows to see what she was up to.

The key piece of this puzzle—which brought this threesome together like something from an old Alfred Hitchcock movie, or a psychotic perfect storm, or murderous Bermuda sex-triangle, was simply a pair of reading glasses.

The restaurant waiter and suspected boyfriend, Ron "Ronny" Goldman, had found the eye-glasses, which had been left behind at the table of his restaurant. He then slipped them into an envelope, hopped into his car, and was about to deliver them at the door when he found himself face-to-face with the grim reaper.

The jealous husband, Simpson, and his notorious rage, suddenly went into high-gear.

Like a sudden earthquake—which goes from a six to a ten on the Richter scale in mere seconds—all at once, like a rabid predatory-animal, this once-heroic pro-football-playing and star NFL quarterback, suddenly pulled-out either a razor sharp Swiss-army-knife, a stiletto, or both.

Simpson then went to work. He stabbed, slashed, and mutilated both his wife and Goldman until they lay motionless.

Nicole, a statuesque beauty dressed in a seductive black evening dress, was now barely recognizable, except for her sexy black evening dress.

Like the destruction of a precious painting by Rembrandt or priceless Picasso, OJ's wife's beautiful blonde hair and pretty face and body were now defaced and forever defiled.

She had been slashed and stabbed so many times her body was now drenched in buckets of blood.

So much blood that the crime-scene gave the illusion of someone spilling thick tomato cocktail on their way into the house—and it was now running down over the concrete steps where it was then smeared and tracked all the way along the patio-stones.

The scarlet river of blood inched it's way over the decoratively-created entrance-way—which defined the Simpson's immaculately trimmed lawn.

Although acquitted of double homicide, with the verdict being read on October 3, 1995, in 1997, Simpson was eventually found guilty in a civil court trial for the wrongful deaths of his wife and Goldman, and given a $33.5 million penalty.

In what could be called "Poetic Justice," Simpson is now a 65-year-old inmate at the Lovelock Correctional Center in Lovelock, Nevada—where he is serving a nine year sentence (without parole) for other unrelated crimes, such as armed robbery and kidnapping.

~Written by Garth MacIntosh, aka "Cage Stoker." 

Found on Twitter @cagestokerblog

Crime/Horror: Jack the Ripper - Who was He?

The historic letter, seen above, is from one of the most notorious serial-killers of all time: 'Jack the Ripper.'

And even though it makes no reference to the name 'Jack the Ripper,' it's been regarded by experts as the most authentic of all the correspondences sent to the local newspapers and tabloids at the time—and there were many of them.

Seeming looking for fame and attention, many people sent fake "Ripper" letters to newspapers and such.

The authentic letter above, however, was sent to George Lusk—the Chairman of the "Whitechapel Vigilance Committee" in 1888.

It's authenticity stems from the fact that it had the remains of a human Kidney enclosed, and reads as follows:

"From hell,
Mr Lusk,
Sir,
I send you half the Kidney I took from one women -- preserved it for you -- the other piece I fried and ate -- it was very nice. I may send you the bloody knife that I took it out with if you'll only wait a while longer.
-- signed,
Catch me when you can Mishter Lusk"

The letter was written during a time known as the 'autumn of terror.'

Today the note is nearly 125 years old. But it can still bring chills up one's spine. Especially if you know the full story behind it.

The story itself is quite simple.

For ten weeks, beginning in August of 1888, in the east-end London, England, slum, known as Whitechapel, there existed the type psychopathic killer who today has become quite common. A serial murderer who preys only on the weakest and easiest of victims,  prostitutes.

These particular prostitutes were indeed dregs of society, but not whores by choice.

Poor destitute ladies, they sold their bodies as a last resort—mainly in order to get a bed at a local homeless shelter, where they would need a few pennies to secure a bed.

The first prostitute to feel the Ripper's blade slash across her velvet-feminine-body was Mary Anne Nichols, nicknamed 'Polly.'

There were four more innocent victims who came after 'Polly' during the ten weeks before the killings finally stopped.

These women all had the signature of the same killer.

The Ripper's motes-operendi was to crudely dissect his victims..exposing their body cavities—but only after killing them first.

So who was he?

In my opinion this guy was nothing more than a common slaughterhouse worker—there were dozens of such butcher shops, and manufacturing houses in the area at the time; this so-called 'Jack the Ripper' could have been employed at any one of them.

In fact, he had to be a man who was familiar with body cavities.

Perhaps he even had some sort of obsession for the human anatomy—or the field-dressing of animals, or perhaps a craving for dissecting all living things?

He certainly he had some sort of 'fetish' for his female victim's heated and steaming entrails. Why else would he risk the time and effort involved to slice-them-open and expose their inner cavities? He could have been easily captured while doing this.

This case is unsolved.. and likely will never be solved.

Nevertheless, the glamor and romance of the 'Jack the Ripper' story has endured for over a century; and the simplicity of the crimes, and brutality involved, has sadly been overlooked.

Scotland Yard investigators, in my humble opinion, couldn't see the forest for the trees. The ''Ripper'' was extremely easy to catch..perhaps too easy.

In fact 'Jack the Ripper' was probably right around the corner from the police station, maybe even slicing up steaks and roasts for the locals.

That's my two cents worth.

Stay Tuned.

I am cagestokerblog on twitter.

Crime News: Op-Ed - Jessica Ridgeway Murder - Blogger Blames Mother

As if the world needed anymore evidence suggesting that certain humans among us continue to be more heinous and even less-civilized than any of our cave-dwelling, primitive ancestors—who once killed each other for sport, food, and entertainment—we now have another episode in the latest and most-horrific crime news.

This past week, an innocent ten-year old child from Denver, Colorado, a little red-headed angel with glasses and a space between her front teeth named Jessica Ridgeway, was stalked, offered candy, and lured into the jaws of the lowest form of life on this planet—a child molester/killer.

After using her little body for his personal sex toy, and with the 'fear of being caught' slowly sinking into his peanut-sized brain, this barbaric 'sicko' then tossed Jessica's lifeless little body aside like a worn-out porn movie—or an old used-up condom. 

The sexual killer then chopped off the incriminating features of the the child, such as the fingers and head—placing the remainder of the tiny unrecognizable pieces into a trash bag—and leaving the entire gory mess in an open field not far from the child's home.

The girl's father is quite obviously, and understandably, devastated.

I have no doubt that the mother is also. But her pain is different.

Grieving is a process.

Seven detailed steps of a long and painful process is needed until a loved one can once-again function properly.

Shock is the first step—and, due to the human brain's built in safety mechanisms, the shock of a loved one's death oftentimes will prevent any tears from flowing. Sometimes no tears are seen until after the initial shock has subsided. 

Pointing fingers helps nothing, and no-one. And because there are no outward signs of grief  from this little girl's mother means very little—and, in my humble opinion, should not be used as a sign of guilt.

'Eyes for Lies' blog is not a FBI agent, a trained psychologist, or even a police officer. Yet she goes on and on regarding how the Mother is somehow involved, acting deceitful, and possibly knows 'who the killer is' and is somehow responsible for her owns child's abduction, sexual assault and subsequent dismemberment.

Crying is way down the list in the stages of the grief process.

I have no idea who the author of the blog called 'Eyes For Lies' is. But I'm certain it's a woman who has been damaged herself at some-point—perhaps during childhood, and is now looking for someone to blame for her own pain.

You can read her entire story by clicking this link or read the paragraph below as a preface to her irresponsible attempt at journalism and asinine allegations:

"Many of you have asked what I thought of Jessica Ridgeway's parents as they plead for the return of her daughter. While police are saying that Jessica's parents are not suspects, her mom's behavior is notable in one area. She gives us a fake cry. We see no oblique eyebrows, no stress in the forehead and no tears when she "breaks down". We don't see fear either. Did Jessica's mom have any boyfriends -- past or present? I'd be curious to know." - Via 'Eyes for lies.'

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" Roses are planted where thorns grow.
And on the barren heath
Sing the honey bees." ~ William Blake

Update: Arrest made in this case. Link click is here.

Boxing Break: Treyvon Martin and Mike Tyson - The Courage to Speak-Out Against Racism

Former heavyweight champion of the world, and the first man to ever proclaim to be the 'baddest man on the planet,' Mike Tyson, hasn’t fought inside the ropes since June of 2005, when a “Tomato Can” named Kevin McBride literally pushed him over during the end of the sixth round.

The Iron in Tyson, by then, was clearly rusted, and at that point in his long and storied career, the “has been” had been, and he simply ran out of gas.

Tyson—in this, his very last fight—was fighting on his name recognition alone, and he merely rolled over, attempted to get up, staggered to his stool, and quit. He was defeated, not by anything McBride had done, but by his own oxygen-starved body, which is a sad and pathetic by-product of being past one's prime, having diminished skills, and lacking the proper training and conditioning.

Still, these old and courageous pugilists fight on. Like war-wounded soldiers from some distant and ancient battlefield. Or jilted lovers who have long-ago worn out their welcome but hold out hope for one more last chance to get back in the good graces of their women.

A top prizefighter with name recognition, and specifically the money in which it brings, is insanely convinced he can still compete, and he pushes forward, even after the sport and the fans have long since divorced him. Most times his name will remain famous but his legacy will have diminished considerably. 

Sometimes, however, having world-wide name recognition—and having a voice which is instantly recognizable—can be an incredibly useful tool. It can make an immediate impact around the world in a matter of seconds.

For a great example, which demonstrates my point that Tyson’s “name brand” power is still very-much alive and well—albeit in a not-so glamorous way—we need look no further than his latest news-making interviews.

Nowadays, Tyson claims that he is broke. But he is still able to draw a crowd and a controversy, and still earn a living, sometimes just by making an appearance or a statement. No longer using his fists to make a statement, Tyson's voice is a tool which can be used to help others

Last month, Tyson gave an interview to yahoo.com while rehearsing for his Vegas tell-all "The Undisputed Truth: Live on Stage."

Tyson, now 45, overweight, and out of shape, is no-longer as intimidating and threatening as he once was ..but he still speaks his mind. And for a man of his notoriety, choosing to speak out honestly on a subject that most of us non-celebs would rather shy away from, racism, is, in my opinion, an honorable feat.

Tyson was asked by the interviewer: "As a black kid who grew up in Brooklyn, who was beat up, and then moved to the Catskills, and has had to deal with racial issues, what are your thoughts about the Trayvon Martin case? "

MT: "My personal feeling is that, as a young kid that was beat on by a bully, the guy [Zimmerman] stalked him and didn't follow instructions from a superior officer. But my all-around perspective, I wasn't there. I don't know what happened. Even though this is the best country in the world, certain laws in this country are a disgrace to a nation of savages. It's a majority versus a minority. That's the way God planned it. He didn't want to do something about it, He wanted us to do something about it. We have to continue tweeting, we have to continue marching, we have to continue fighting for Trayvon Martin. If that's not the case, he was killed in vain, and we're just waiting for it to happen to our children. It's a disgrace that man hasn't been dragged out of his house and tied to a car and taken away. Forget about him being arrested—the fact that he hasn't been shot yet is a disgrace. That's how I feel personally about it."

*Thank you Mr. Tyson, for having a voice in this case. And most of all, unlike most celebrities, for having the guts to express your personal feelings honestly without any worry of ill-repercussions. That, my Friend, is a rare quality these days. And I commend you for it.

" Absolute truth is a very rare and dangerous commodity in the context of professional journalism."
-Hunter S. Thompson

Stay Tuned.