PA WOMAN CHARGED AFTER KILLING NEWBORN IN SPORTS-BAR BATHROOM

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 Born ,wrapped in a bag right out of the restroom garbage can, then carelessly discarded in the tank of a sports-bar bathroom — and left to die! That was the quick and atrocious beginning of life — right to the tragic death — for this Pennsylvania newborn boy.

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26-year-old Allentown Pennsylvania resident, Amanda Catherine Hein — went out with friends on August 18th to watch a pay-per-view wrestling match, at Starters Pub in Bethlehem Pennsylvania. While sitting with her party at a booth in the bar, she began experiencing severe back pain and excused herself. According to witnesses including her friend “Rivera” — she was gone for a lengthy period of time, possibly 40 minutes or longer — before returning, grabbing her purse and heading outside. Hein smoked a cigarette before returning to the group to finish watching the rest of the wrestling match. Say’s District Attorney: John Morganelli.  At some point “Rivera” noticing a fairly large amount of blood on the seat asked Hein “if she needed to go to the hospital?” — to which she replied ” I have no insurance”, at that point Hein was dropped off at home.

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Starters Pub a sports bar on Route 378 in Bethlehem Pennsylvania — an estimated 30 miles from Philadelphia — is now the admitted crime scene of the baby boy’s disconcerting death.Bar owner Dave Rank was still in disbelief, and clearly still in shock as he explained that — A cleaning crew for the pub found the baby boy the following morning August 18th, in the tank of the woman’s bathroom toilet, after attempting to flush it repeatedly with no result — they lifted the tank’s top to find a hellish scene.

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When D.A. Morganelli was asked his thoughts on what Hein was thinking he answered — ” I have no idea what goes on in her head”– noticeably unnerved, he said ” I have no clue.”‘

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According to the Northampton County coroner, the newborn was at least 33 to 36 weeks gestational age — meaning he was fully viable, able to survive outside the womb . Court records also indicate that the baby was born alive and healthy.

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After learning the gruesome details — Amanda’s stepmother Louiseanne Hein clearly heartbroken and appalled told reporters that she had no idea Amanda was even pregnant. She said that looking back a planned parenthood letter addressed to Amanda now makes sense. Through teary eyes and honest transparent expression — grief-stricken Louiseanne exclaimed through sobbing sentences: “We told her she always had a home here” and that ” we would have worked something out!”

Via Amanda Hein's Facebook
Via Amanda Hein’s Facebook

Even neighbor Victor Rosario reinforced the theorized “Secret Pregnancy” by stating — “I didn’t even know she was pregnant, she didn’t look pregnant!”

On August 20th Amanda Hein was interviewed by authorities. She admitted giving birth to the baby boy in the bathroom, and disposing of him.  This gut wrenching confession, has earned Hein the rightful charge of Criminal Homicide. In Pennsylvania, “intentional murder of a child under the age of 12 is a Capital Offense — punishable by way of the death penalty. On Monday Hein was charged with one count of Criminal Homicide — thus the possibility of imposing the death penalty looms, if Hein is proven guilty.

Hein is being held without bail — as of last week no representation had been officially listed. The  authorities are still searching for the father of the baby.

Educate others safe haven

This incident has resurfaced the topic of SAFE HAVEN’S — as New Jersey and Pennsylvania both have “Anonymous drop off laws.” The Safe Haven laws, and places are now pushing harder to educate people about the State’s laws regarding Safe Haven’s.

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Established in 2002 after an infant girl they called “baby Mary” was discovered in a Sunbury Pennsylvania trash compactor.  EVERY hospital in P.A. are Safe Haven’s only needing to meet minimal criteria.

  • The child must be a non-injured, non-emergent newborn.
  • The newborn must be under the age of 28 days in Pennsylvania.
  • The newborn must be under the age of 30 days in New Jersey

If those criteria are met — the newborn will be accepted and taken in — NO QUESTIONS ASKED — and completely anonymous if the person dropping off the child so chooses.

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With help in place like Safe Haven’s and a multitude of other resources — there is NO NEED for the senseless and horrifying deaths of any healthy newborn. Educate yourselves, and those around you — IT MAY SAVE A BABY’S LIFE.

Written By: Heather Cornell

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AUTISM LETTER NOT CONSIDERED A HATE CRIME? But charges may be made against the author ???

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As we posted Wednesday about the despicable letter that had circulated everywhere, and asked your opinions in the link below — we would like to follow-up, with the new developments we have uncovered — and become aware of since.

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The anonymous, yet nonetheless reproachfully loathsome and detestably cowardice letter was received Friday by Brenda Millson, in Ontario Canada. Since then it has incited quite an outbreak — of both outrage and concern. At first it was the family and neighborhood that was infuriated and probing for answers. Then via media and social networking the vile and poison spewed paragraphs went viral. Reaching everywhere. Throughout Canada, the US, even around the globe.

The letter was in regards to a thirteen year old autistic boy, Max Begley from Oshawa Canada — about 50 miles from Toronto.

Arrogant and irate statements that describe Max as a “nuisance” and a “retard” are just some of the despairing and abusive names the author called this boy. The Author goes on to state things like ” That noise he makes when outside is DREADFUL!” then goes on to say “It’s (sic) scares the hell out of my normal children!!!!”  It talks of “donating his normal parts to science”– even encouraging the family to move their “wild animal kid” to a trailer in the woods and “do the right thing and euthanize him” — and — “Either way we’re all better off.”

Max Begley, diagnosed with autism at age two. Defined by Merriam Webster’s dictionary —

Au-tism : a variable developmental disorder that appears by age three and is characterized by impairment of the ability to form normal social relationships, by impairment of the ability to communicate with others, and by stereotyped behavior patterns.

MEDICAL DEFINITION: A developmental disorder that appears by age three and that is variable in expression but is recognized and diagnosed by impairment of the ability to form normal social relationships, by impairment of the ability to communicate with others, and by stereotyped behavior patterns especially as exhibited by a preoccupation with repetitive activities of restricted focus rather than with flexible and imaginative ones.

Max’s grandmother Brenda Millson, who received the letter told reporters ” I was shaking reading it, it’s awful words. It’s terrible you don’t know why anyone would ever do such a thing.”

Max’s mother and father both suffer from MS ( http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/ms# ) also had a few things to say to the media — in hopes that it may also help draw out the culprit, if nothing else — let their voice and how it has affected them, BE HEARD.

Max’s mom who suffers from Secondary progressive MS was more than choked up, as she read excerpts of the letter to the media. Teary eyed and raspy throated she uttered quotes from the letter before explaining — that with her condition she is no longer able to run or even walk to keep pace with Max — his tendency to take off running at parks, and on outings — make it near impossible for her to bring him to these places alone. The father also having MS and working full time, means that Max is entertained and cared for by his grandmother 3 to 4 days a week. The back yard is his safe haven — it’s where he gets to be a kid and play outside, exercise — and learn.

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His father James Begley told the media “A person that is that crazy and demented, to — you know fabricate something like that, leads me to believe — that they are very dangerous –and right now I’m scared for my sons safety.”

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Even with all the cruelty expressed in that letter Canadian authorities are still unsure on how charges can and will be brought up and filed — if they do actually find the audacious author. One would think it would be as simple as an open and shut hate-crime case — but that is actually not so feasible. “At the moment the authorities are contemplating criminal charges — “however: there are other code issues being considered.” Said police.

At present the actual letter is in the custody of Durham Authorities — who will now figure out exactly where this letter falls — under the multi-possible criminal charge categories. Many across Canada, America and beyond are labeling this a HATE-CRIME — and according to former Crown attorney David Butt — it mostly does, yet cannot be considered one.

“There is good reason why charges couldn’t be laid.” as a hate-crime says Butts.

Canada’s hate-crime legislation has three requirements — to which all three must apply to be considered and chargeable as a hate-crime. Although this vulgar letter meets 2 of the 3 requirements being:

  1. It has to be wilful promotion of hatred — “the letter is clearly that.”
  2. It has to be the promotion of hatred against an identifiable group — “the letter is also clearly that” Butts says. “Because Max the boy the letter is about has a disability — autism — which makes him part of identifiable group”

However the third is key, and the letter does not fall under this hate-crime guideline. The third requirement is that It MUST be done in a public forum — Since it went from writer to recipient it dismisses the letter as ineligible for a hate-crime label and/or charge.

As of today Max’s neighbors, community and all those his story has touched have bound together in an outpouring of love and support for the teen and his family — and are hoping to help find out the coward hiding behind the pusillanimous penmanship, and see justice served.  In the meantime Max find’s all this attention a wonderful thing, and is laughing and enjoying the good vibes and positivity surrounding him.

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Written by: Heather Cornell

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Stripping, fact and fiction revealed through the memoir’s of a Sin-dustry newbie…..

Stripping, Is it an art-form, or just a

        skanky way to make money?

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I met Jazmina and Chloe back in 2007, Jazmina a.k.a Jazzy was a tall slender girl about 25 years old, long dark pin straight hair, olive complected and beautiful by all accounts. Chloe was a larger, much curvier gal, with fiery red hair, blue eyes, pale complexion, and a bra size to match her unbelievably bold and outrageous personality.

Jazmina mother of three beautiful little Jazzy look alike’s, had a long heart to heart with me about her life. Minus an alcoholic mom, and a few boyfriends from the wrong side she was from a fairly normal up-bringing.

Chloe was just a rebel from what I could tell, older than Jazzy by about 3 years, yet Jazzy had her in maturity by about 6. Chloe was adventurous, wild and intoxicatingly fun. Her curvy bodied “OH HELL NO” to some — was her — “$500.00” pay day to others….. Literally half a grand for a days worth of “work”.

Raising the question is it really work? How hard could it be to take your clothes off? Literally one piece at a time slowly walking around a pole while gyrating to the music picked and played for you? Where do boundaries exist? when are they crossed? Is it worth it? Why do it at all?

Questions that could only be answered years later, when I found myself in a predicament, similar to the one Jazzy had confided in me just 3 years prior. So to the phone I went. Dialing her number seemed not at all strange, almost welcoming……Like the answer to my problems — salvation even — could be just a “Hello- what’s up?” away. And just like that a stripper was born.

Arriving at the club that night knowing not what to expect but instead scared to death, I popped a little something for anxiety and thought to myself “am I really about to do this?” and truth be told I WAS……I had no choice….

The flashing neon sign of the club was actually more tasteful than I had remembered — not so cliche — or Amsterdam red light district-ish — “somewhat classy for a strip club” I thought to myself. After an hour of self-pep talks, and driving in and out of the lot, I finally parked, and got out. “You have had children in teaching hospitals — where it felt as though the entire maternity ward had seen, examined, and could on all probability thoroughly describe your nether regions in great detail if asked to”  I said out loud — to myself — this should be 1000 times easier than that.

This club was a step- up from the usual ones I had been to. I had spent many a night paying some half witted, over salined, bitchy broad to give a friend or friends newly 18 or 21 year old brother his first real taste of the XXX world. This particular place was no dive pig pen, or not-so-foxy- or lady at all. THERE WERE RULES……Strictly enforced rules….

A) No removal of bottoms.

B) Pasties — use them –or lose money

C) Lap-dances Definition: Not so much in the lap as much as a dance near , or around the lap area. Dancers hands may only be placed on recipiant’s shoulder’s or knees. There is to be no butt to crotch contact, dancer may not “grind” … Recipient may not touch — AT ALL — PERIOD.

D) When the shift is done the dancer MUST tip out the –

  • DJ — For playing the shit she wanted to dance to.
  • Bouncer’s — For protecting her ass.
  • Other Dancer’s — If they participated in any champagne room, or dual dances with one or more dancer’s
  • Floor manager — For running a tight ship
  • House — For being allowed the opportunity to shake your covered parts on one or even all three of their stages, then working their room in an attempt to gain more money, and also attracting the clientele to the club — to purchase overpriced drinks, and go home alone.

After the sign up card, which was very minimal to say the least — identification shown — and a quick “By the way your responsible for your own taxes” paper to sign, I was escorted to the changing room — before receiving the “grand tour”.

The dressing room was so overwhelming to me, a first timer / newbie. There were fake hair pieces on model heads strewn about the make-up clad counter tops. Mirrors galore, posing the question; Fun house, or nut house? The amount of glitter containing products also taking up residence on the counters was astonishing — sure fire way to get that  “night prowling ” husband in deep shit, as that is NOT easily washed off. Self tanning spray a.k.a oompa loompa spray was a staple — along with; hairspray /hair glue, fake nails, and pastie heaven — felt more like Barbie hell to me, but hey I was the newbie right?

One girl took me under her wing and “taught me the ropes” so to speak.

“What are your outfit choices?” she asked to which I replied a muffled: UMMMM!

“Outfits??? shit —  how could I forget something so vital?” “Oh yeah perhaps the freaking out over the getting naked thing, threw me off.”

Well now what? Sweetly and to my rescue she came with a strange looking bag of random, well I guess you could call them “parts” of clothing.

When I was done “getting ready”, I was at best a mish-mash of a patriotic hula-cowgirl-teachers assistant….Hmmm. well “here goes nothing” I thought. Standing behind the DJ booth I waited for my “name” to be called in rotation, I would dance one song on the main stage, one song on the satellite stage, and one more on the second satellite stage. “Wait what 3 songs, 3 stages?” If I was going to puke that would have been the time. But before vomit could enter my esophagus, the DJ announced loudly “And for the first time here at (insert club name here) please help us welcome (insert ridiculously cheesy any porn star-ish name possible here)……

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I had watched the 3 or 4 girls that had gone previously, and the pole seemed to be an acrobatic tool. “I’m flexible and acrobatic” I thought…..NOT SO….That pole is deviously challenging — and not at all a good idea to debut your lack of stage skill, or learning curve sexy skill components. As the first song played I gripped it, white knuckling the hell out of it , and praying those 6′ heels would not do me in. I swayed “not so sexily” to the rock song playing.  “Floor work….yes floor work” I thought to myself, ” how hard can it be to roll around and do acrobatic things in a seductive manner?” NOPE WRONG AGAIN……..knocking off peoples drinks, almost spiking “the ball” literally, and trying to gauge the amount of space in which to roll around…….HA!!!! — a fools errand at best –but I tried. Other than Mr. whiny-wet pants everyone seemed pretty nice, even throwing “pity bills” or at least that’s how it felt. After stage 2 and 3, my legs felt immobile, What the hell were these muscles, where did they come from, and why do they hate me? All relevant questions a newbie asks once they are un-able to move.

After realizing the catty nature of my next step in stripper-dom,, I really wanted to run and never come back…..These girls literally would have cut your grandma’s throat if it meant that they had a chance of scoring a lap-dance or two, from a mindless patron. It was absolute mayhem on the floor. But the newbie gets the attention or so I learned:

  • The regular clients want to see how far you will go.
  • Will you push boundaries or break rules?
  • Will you know what is and is not acceptable?
  • Will you play by the rules and rat them out if they slip you an extra $50.00 and an apology.
  • Are you willing to leave with them?
  • How desperate are you for cash?

It’s pretty stomach turning when you start to realize the mentality of some of these men, and women.

By night’s end I just wanted to go home, shower, and be done with a world I never thought — would actually take and blacken a piece of my soul — but it did. Question is will I come back tomorrow?  I guess you’ll have to come back to find out, and so will I……..    Your’s Truly: Sin-dustry

Written By: Heather Cornell

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