According to my search results, Jim Melgar was found stabbed to death in his home in Houston, Texas on December 22, 20121.
His wife, Sandra Melgar, was convicted of his murder and sentenced to 27 years in prison on August 24, 20171.
The case has been controversial, with some disputing the verdict2.
This took place in Texas. I live in Texas but never heard a word about it before stumbling on to this video on YouTube.
A close friend of mine who is a still-in JW was very empathetic toward the wife, fully accepting
her story.
I tend to think the Prosecution's imagination ran away with them.
To do what this woman is said to have done she'd have to be two things simultaneously:
First, a psychopathic mastermind.
Second, physically invincible. A man fighting for his life against a woman in her ill health
could put up quite a battle.
In the end, none of us will ever know for certain.
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10The Strange Case of Jim and Sandra Melgar
by Terry inby the time you reach the nine minute and forty one second mark you will know why i posted this.this may be old news to you - but i just discovered it.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=74s7jg1fdf4&t=582s.
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The Strange Case of Jim and Sandra Melgar
by Terry inby the time you reach the nine minute and forty one second mark you will know why i posted this.this may be old news to you - but i just discovered it.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=74s7jg1fdf4&t=582s.
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By the time you reach the nine minute and forty one second mark you will know WHY I posted this.
This may be old news to you - but I just discovered it.
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WHATEVER you think you know (about the January 6 riot / insurrection) is about to be DISRUPTED by the Chief of Police
by Terry inhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w9r9oysrlk4&t=1061s.
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Nobody ever said JUH hovah or Jee sus until the 16th Century
by Terry inhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=na22kkydprshttps://www.dictionary.com/e/j/".
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SUPERSTITION is the result of ignorance about Nature leading to false notions of causation.
In other words, humans perceive the frightening or awe-inspiring lighting bolts, thunder, volcanic eruptions,
rainbows, comets, Northern lights, etc. and attribute (false) causes.
That is the beginning of human knowledge: GUESS WORK.
An oddity of human nature is that humans who assume THEY KNOW something fall into 2 categories:
1. Those self-convinced who cannot be persuaded otherwise
2. Those with curiosity who are unafraid to be wrong and willing to CHANGE and UPDATE their knowledge.
(A man convinced against his will is
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Nobody ever said JUH hovah or Jee sus until the 16th Century
by Terry inhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=na22kkydprshttps://www.dictionary.com/e/j/".
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Is AI going to change the world?
by Reasonfirst inhad lunch with a friend, whose a lecturer in the accounting dept.
of one of australia's best universities.
he told me he expects to lose his job at some point in the next 5 years, as the accounting dept, will disappear, as all accounting will be done by ai programs, so why teach it.. if his fears are correct, that means that any profession that involves the mind, may one day face the same future.
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The "limitation" of A.I. is IMPOSED and not really an artifact or bug.
Put your dog on a leash fastened to a tree and then command him to fetch
the stick you toss across the street. (That sort of thing.) Coming up short
is built in.
Hallucination is giving an answer when there is no data and suddenly imagination
kicks in. If you have parented a three year old you'll recognize this tendency.
Call it what you like (lies, hallucinations, etc) but it is temporary.
Artificial General Intelligence is the most useful 'tool' humans have ever produced.
Those of us who try to stay in the loop as miracles appear will not fear it but wisely
seek to adopt it, utilize it and make life so much less burdensome.
We all have friends who just won't budge from what they already know; who resist,
chide, criticize, flail and fulminate against every new technology. They will prosper
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Anthony Morris the III has been FOUND
by Terry innote: photos can be found on the blue envelope channelhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-nakezkhqbmtony and susan morris are living in lumberton, north carolina.
a real estate document on the robeson county website is filed:.
the religious order of jehovah's witnesses has provided a "life estate" for them.they can live in this townhouse until they are deceased or choose to move away and in either case the ownership becomes entirely the property of jehovah's witnesses.
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Note: photos can be found on the Blue Envelope channel
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-nAKezKhQbM
Tony and Susan Morris are living in Lumberton, North Carolina. A real estate document on the Robeson County website is filed:The Religious Order of Jehovah's Witnesses has provided a "Life Estate" for them.
They can live in this townhouse until they are deceased or choose to move away and in either case the ownership becomes entirely the property of Jehovah's Witnesses.
(Note: these are Public documents anyone can access.)
And the house the Morris family lives in is seen below:
And a quarter of a million buys this:
According to the date of sale 4/13/23 it was 2 weeks AFTER it was announced on JW.org website that Anthony Morris III was no longer a member of the GB. Cash was paid for the property apparently (there is no mortgage).
In the garage is a white Cadillac Sedan with a NY plate.
A 2nd townhouse down the same street was also purchased by the Religious Order of Jehovah's Witnesses.
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Just For the Hell of it!
by Terry injust for the hell of it i wrote lyrics for.
the james bond theme.
espionage, guns, and gadgets, .
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I produced this podcast to establish how THE JAMES BOND THEME
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by Terry injust for the hell of it i wrote lyrics for.
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by Terry injust for the hell of it i wrote lyrics for.
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A short story:
“AWAY”
The child was born the day before the child was born.
(A quirk of geography and calendar)
His parents named him Tomorrow Yesterday on the Arctic island where time begins;
an island called LongYearGoneBy where the sun never rises and the sun never sets
and there has never been a night sky.
He grew.
As he grew, Tomorrow Yesterday wore no shoes. He refused.
His eyes were the color of Wednesday and his hair
curled like the edges of November frost.
There were no other children to play with and his loneliness kept him awake.
To fill the hours, he scribbled strange sentences in a language nobody knew.
Stories crept into his mind, demanding to be written about those who had come
before there were men, or beasts.
He recited macabre stories to his parents; the sounds only gibberish - so it seemed.
Out of context, he’d laugh out loud and the sound of it rang strange to his parent’s ears.
They worried he’d gone mad as they had done before him.
Seventeen years and one day later, Tomorrow Yesterday
stood before his caretakers; stoic resolve painted his expression.
Whispering barely loud enough for them to hear:
“I’m leaving and never coming back.”
He slightly braced - as though ready to fend off what came.
“You can’t leave. We are not like any other souls who now live.
You’d be despised. Others will turn on you and drive you out. As we were.”
He made to go - but something stopped him and he shook his head,wondering in his gut if it were true.
Again seventeen years passed and both parents died. Were they ever alive at all?
He wondered. More emptiness than before crushed him.
Tom Yester (newly self-named) steeled himself, summoning the will to gather
supplies into the only boat on LongYearGoneBy; setting off in the direction of
“Away,” stencilled in black paint on the prow.
Happenings
As the happenings began - the young man swallowed hard and rubbed his eyes.
All he’d ever beheld was merciless bright, white, light.
Now his eyes were dying - or - was it light itself?
Light smeared with tinges, tones, tangs of mysterious tints and shades.
Warped swirls of magnetic magic manifested. Into the sea plunged the smoldering light.
With the ghosts of daylight came the night.
First Night
Tom lay on the deck of the boat with its stuttering motor muttering behind him. At first he wept and laughed as he beheld natural darkness - a profound inky blackness his eyes had never beheld. Billions of points of light penetrated black sky and he couldn’t restrain his terror. Possessed by fanatical laughter, he danced about barefoot and sang weird melodies.
Tunes in no key known to mankind since primordial ooze birthed life,
He sat naked as the moon appeared, massive…gargantuan…brilliant against the field of stars. Leaping to his feet, Tom ran about the deck waving his arms as though he were an albatross aloft on a gale and gulping the silvered milk of moonlight sweet upon his tongue. This Magical night lasting until it lasted no more.
First Skylight
The impossible miracle dawning on the horizon of his first skyline crept
violent as violet purple bled into orange, then red. Bursting into the flower of incendiary yellow, blasting Tom Yester with a tempest of pure ecstasy!
“It’s good to be ALIVE!” Screamed he, as if “to be” was to be free.
It was all true - everything he had never been told.
(Who has greater faith than the liars who believe their own lies?)
Always…always. Inside himself, he had known all along.He was just another soul adrift on a silver sea, on a summer morning.
(Without a plan, a map, or a penny.)
Terrible Secret
By noon he reached land.
Here it was.
All of it, or some of it, or none of it - he couldn’t know.
The land of mutants; survivors of that awful war.
Ugly. Deformed. Misshapen. Infertile.
Worst of all - very angry as Tomorrow Yesterday came into view.
So ready were they all. So ready to welcome him.
The blood red teeth beyond weird smiles said it all.
Their eyes met his and his smile seemed to falter a moment - like the wobble of a gull’s wings when a downdraft topples equilibrium and the world spins upside down.
In Tom’s final moments, what mattered most mattered not at all.
Friends, family, or Tomorrow.
All destroyed and for what?
That night - and every night thereafter, Tomorrow Yesterday slept soundly where the sun never rises and the sun never sets and there’d be no future anymore.
All life had gone where the white goes when the snow melts.
Gone where?
At the end, Tom knew. Tom knew for sure. There is only one place you can go…
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