I Am Jack's Seething Cauldron Of Rage

In November of 2002 in downtown Chicago, a car raced through a stop sign at high-speed and crashed into the side of a CPD squad car. The crash trapped two police officers in their vehicle and the cars began to burn. Horrified Chicagoans, unlike the stereotypical Southsiders, immediately began pulling the injured to safety before the vehicles could explode. Among the bystanders trying to save the officers lives was 41-year-old nurse Rachelle Jackson. Jackson was credited with saving the life of Officer Kelly Brogan who sustained injuries from the crash. Brogans partner, also injured, was knocked unconscious during the crash. Soon after the rescue it was discovered that Officer Brogan's partner's side arm was missing. Mrs. Jackson, staying on the scene until medical personnel arrived was accused of the robbery and theft. The weapon was not found in Jackson's possession nor has it ever been recovered. Jackson, wanting to clear her name, went to the local police station a

Stanislav Markelov was shot to death in January of 2009 while leaving a news conference in Moscow less than half a mile from the Kremlin. He was 34. Neo-nazi and nationalist hate groups in Russia are called a dark secret within the former Soviet Union. Their existence is down-played by the new, leaner Russian government as inconsequential. Some members of the Russian media question whether many of these groups are, in fact, used as state sanctioned secret police to assassinate voices of dissent against the new government. These groups, like most groups bound together with a common hatred, claim to fight for their own specific race's civil rights. But, in modern Russia, unlike most hate groups their only measurable effect is in murdering members of their own communities and doing so under the guise of being a "radical nationalist group". Leaders, including new Russian President Dimitri Medvedev, insist despite mounting evidence to the contrary, that it is only a matte

Mile marker 126 looking West at the East bound traffic on I-40 New Mexico. It was a hot late summer day outside Grants, New Mexico a small town roughly 70 miles west of Albuquerque. Two young men had just robbed a Wal-Mart for a key ingredient for meth, escaping store security and getting away with about $600 worth of antihistamine in a stolen pick-up. Maybe they were feeling good at this moment. They'd taken a big step towards making a temporarily escape from the hot dry desert state. They probably didn't realize how deep inside drug addiction that they were. But this crime wasn't the only one they would commit that day. The date was August 1 st 2001. At the end of the day, a 37-year-old man who had served his small community for seven years would be run down like a wretched dog in the streets by a man who could barely count to ten. After the Wal-Mart robbery was reported a police officer stopped two young men in a vehicle matching the one used in the robbery. In