#The Case of the Parolee

[kwebtv]

From the Golden Age of Television

Series Premiere

Public Defender - The Case of the Parolee - CBS - March 11, 1954

Crime Drama

Running Time: 30 minutes

Written by Howard J. Green

Produced by

Directed by Erle C. Kenton

Starring

Reed Hadley as Bart Matthew

Chris Drake as Mark Collins

Mary Ellen Kay as Alice Parker

Douglas Fowley as Fred Davis

Fay Roope as Mr. Marshall

John Close as Hamlon

George Lloyd as Bartender

Snub Pollard as Barfly

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The Fic:

You've been working as a parole officer for King's County (Brooklyn) for several years now, and while most of your cases come with their fair share of headaches, James Buchanan Barnes may just take the prize for most complicated parolee you've ever had to deal with.

And it certainly doesn't help that you may be falling for him.

[crybaby-bkg]

CONTROL FREAK

Getou Suguru x f!reader Warnings: smut, ex con getou, cult leader getou, parole officer reader, abuse of authority, unprotected sex, riding, gum swapping, spit as lube, a couple gentle face slaps, mention of drugs. please let me know if I missed anything!! Word Count: 4.1k Minors/blank/ageless blogs DNI! Also available on Ao3!

Getou Suguru was an odd case for you, different compared to the other ex-cons you’re usually in charge of. You would get the occasional murderer, or arsonist, or drug addict who did stupid shit and landed themselves behind bars. But you had never been in charge of such an…infamous parolee. 

He was a cult leader, though he never actually claimed that his organization was a cult itself. He always used this roundabout type of language when he was in court being questioned for his charges—money laundering through his organization. You use the term lightly, because if judging by the way his workers acted during the trial, with such admiration and devotion in their eyes, it couldn’t be labeled as anything but cultish. 

Somehow, the attractive felon was only sentenced to sixteen months in prison. His workers and supporters fussed and hollered at the sound of that, earning a few of them their own charges for disorderly conduct in the courtroom. But he—he was cool faced the entire time. Only nodded his head once when delivered his sentencing, put his hands behind his back without a fight, an easy smile on his face as he was walked out, a wink sent to the supporters who sobbed at the sight of him. 

He did his time well, you heard through the grapevine from your CO friends. Said he received tons of mail everyday, always had money on his books, and anyone who tried stepping to him always ended up in the infirmary just days later. (Though, he never had a trace of blood on him; never had scarred knuckles or bruises or anything. You had theorized with the CO’s that he somehow kickstarted another cult in the prison, too.) 

When he was released, you heard that there was this whole shebang about the ordeal. That his workers showed up, deep in numbers, with signs and cries of his name. They argued over who would be taking him to his new home, but you heard they all sobbed when he told them that he’d be driving himself and would stay there at the new house—alone. 

The house looks a bit like shit though, you think to yourself as you stand outside of it. Getou had visited you the day after he got out to get his paperwork sorted, what his parole consisted of for the next four years, acquainted himself with you, and the like. He looked the same as when he was in court, that was broadcasted on the news, the same as when he was publicly arrested, the same as when his followers would post videos of him and his infamous speeches. (For the greater good, was his motto. It sounded more like; do whatever is necessary for my satisfaction.)

You think they’re all shit. A scam meant to prey on the little people who have no direction in life. It doesn’t help that he’s attractive; has a tall build, seemingly lanky until he unfurls his shoulders, can find muscle peeking from under his usually baggy clothes, kind eyes that draw an innocent in, midnight black hair that has only grown longer since his time in prison. You can admit that he’s pretty, and you believe that that’s some of the allure that brings so many vulnerable, easy to manipulate people to damn near bowing down to the man. 

Well, not you. You weren’t that fuckin’ stupid nor desperate nor weak willed. If anything, you’d have the once powerful man eating from the palm of your hands. Besides, he has to listen to everything you say and command him to do, lest he want to go back to his cell for the rest of his probation time. 

You think you’re gonna have some fun with him. 

You bang your fist on the door far too hard for it to be so early in the morning. You assumed one of his lackeys would come running, greeting you with a huff and their nose stuck in the air, even though he promised it would only be him living in the house. But you’re surprised by the presence of Getou Suguru himself. 

He opens the door fully, his eyes closed as he smiles softly at you, breathing your name out quietly. He towers over you, feels like he looms over your head, and you can’t tell if its intentional. When you first met him, you were both sitting, but now—unless its all in your head—it feels like he’s trying to assert himself in some way. Like he’s trying to placate you with his disarming smile, but his posture tells you everything but. He notices the same time you do, and relaxes against the openness of the door, folding his arms across his chest, body adorned in a matching dull gray sweater and sweatpants. You try not to look down. 

“Good morning, officer,” he greets you, head tilting to the side, and you notice his hair is loose from the usual bun he adorned. “Can I ask the reason for your visit this fine Tuesday morning?” 

His voice is like silk, must have some kind of charm imbued into it, you think to yourself. You twist your mouth this way and that, eyebrows furrowed as you take all of him in. (Yes, even between his legs, but you make the glance quick. He seems to notice, anyway, and smiles a little wider at you.) 

“Just doing a house check.” You nod your head to the humble abode he stands in, looks more like some dull shack that you would’ve never expected him to stay in. He was known for liking the finer things in life. “Since it’s a new property that was brought while you were incarcerated by one of your followers, I need to do a thorough inspection.” 

Well, you didn’t have to. But you figured that it wouldn’t hurt, and he didn’t seem like the type of guy who would cry about you not following the rules exactly how you should. You just wanted to drop in and make sure that he wouldn’t be running another scam in the house, nor supplied any kind of weaponry. 

“Also gonna need you to piss in a cup for me.” You expect for him to argue, as he should. That wasn’t a special condition for him, as he never had any kind of charges brought up on drugs, despite there being an inkling that he kept them supplied for his followers. But he only huffs a little laugh at you, head tilting this way and that until locks of his hair cover his dark eyes. 

“That’s no problem at all, officer.” Getou says easily, another smile gracing his face as he swings the door open wider for you to come in. It makes you give pause, but you don’t let him stump you. After all, you were the one in charge here. 

So you strut inside like you own the place, the gum you had pushed to the corner of your mouth finding its place between your molars again as you chew loudly. You cross your arms over your chest, eyes narrowing when you turn to watch Getou shut the door behind you, his gaze dropping down for a second before they meet your own again. 

“Parole officers don’t wear uniforms?” He inquires, hands shoved in his pockets as he slouches slightly in front of you. You roll your eyes at him, motioning for him to show you around the house with a grunt. 

“Did you see me in a uniform while in my office?” You snark at him, not giving him anytime to answer before you speak again. “Show me where you sleep, parolee.” You spit the term out, a reminder of his place; beneath you. He only looks at you with eyes so dark you fear they may be blacker than night, before they’re shaded by another lock of his hair. He doesn’t say anything, just strolls on casually away from you, heading down a long hallway with a few doors on each side. 

“No followers live here like they do at the other compound?” You ask him, hand on your weapon in case anybody tried any magic tricks while you strolled behind him. Getou huffs a chuckle under his breath, looking at you from over his shoulder as he stops at the last door at the end of the hallway. 

“Compound?” He questions, as if the very thought of that word makes absolutely no sense. “You mean the group home I brought for my workers, as most of them were unhoused?” You roll your eyes at him, waving a dismissive hand as you push past him to open the door. 

“Cult, not cult. House, compound for said cult. Same thing.” You mutter under your breath, peaking your head in before you fully enter. You glance over your shoulder when you feel Getou’s presence entirely too close behind you, but he only sends you another one of those calm smiles. It feels everything but calm though, with that glint in his eyes that tells you everything you need to know about the man. 

Gods, you can’t wait to fuckin’ break him. 

You walk slowly around the room, placing your feet in front of the other with unhurried steps. Your chin is held high, as if the place disgusts you, even though he keeps his space notably clean. The only strewn thing in the room are the covers, barely ruffled, as if he had roused them when he got up to meet you at the door. 

You peak in his closet, under his mattress, behind a few things on the dresser. You don’t find anything until you open the little black nightstand beside his bed, a sudden throb making your thighs clench at the sight of a pocket pussy, and a box of extra large condoms sitting beside them. 

“You aren’t hiding any drugs in this thing, are ya?” You mumble to him, picking up the toy with the tip of your index finger and thumb, though the weight of it almost makes you drop it. It even feels ghastly warm, as if he had just been holding the thing…close to him, before you made him open the door. 

Getou only laughs at you, placing a hand on the middle of his stomach, his eyes closed in mirth. He seems to be mocking you though, with the low gaze he sends you when his little fit ends, how his fist curls into the soft fabric of his sweatshirt. He tilts his head at you, eyes sliding between your own and the toy that you hold, a clear, sticky substance still oozing from the hole. 

“Not to my knowledge, no.” Getou shakes his head, as he leans against the dresser closest to you. “No drugs, officer. Just the usual stuff that goes inside that kinda thing.” He’s sly, with his mouth pulled tight and his gaze locked on you like a predator. But you’ve never been prey, and you wouldn’t start that shit now. 

You drop the toy on the middle of his bed, sending him a faux shrug when you watch the thing dribble out whatever he must’ve left inside of it. You try not to act bothered, try not to size up just how deep he got into the toy, because based on how low you saw it hang through his sweats earlier, there was no way that toy was taking every inch. 

You plop down on the bed, ignore the toy rolling toward you from the added weight, sitting your bag down beside you. You rummage through it for a few seconds before you pull out a clear cup with a white top, leaning back on one hand as you offer the cup to Getou. 

“Well, now that my inspection is done, its time for the next step: piss in this cup for me, parolee.” You tell him with a sarcastic grin, one that he only faintly smiles at. He stands on the other side of the room, taking all of you in for a moment; the cup dangling from your fingers, your crossed thighs that you keep trying to subtly clench, the pocket pussy oozing precum on the hip of your jeans, your eyes trying to stay above his neck. 

Getou smiles at you. Crossing the room in only a few short strides, he goes to pluck the cup out of your hand, willing to play your little game, but you don’t let go. He pauses, one of his eyebrows raising in question, his cold fingers grazing your own as you both hold the plastic. You quirk your own eyebrow at him, before a sly smirk crosses your face. 

“You gotta do it right here, while I hold the cup.” You whisper to him, grin growing Cheshire when his eyebrows twitch only a hair. “Precautionary measures, and all.” You shrug, head resting back on your shoulder, your position entirely too relaxed for what you’re trying to make him do. But Getou composes himself quickly, his grip loosening on the cup as he cocks his head ever so slightly. 

“Is that so?”

“I fear it is.” You hum, twisting your mouth a little to the side, as if your made up rules disappoint you. Getou plays into it though, as he finally releases the cup, shoving his hands into his pockets as takes a single step away from you. 

“Well, it looks like you’ll have to come back later to retrieve your sample.” He says, looking down his nose at you, lips twitching at the corner. It makes your own mouth pull down slightly, trying to gauge what game he’s playing at, keep the control solely in your corner. You slit your eyes at him, clear cup still held out in between the two of you. 

“And why is that, parolee?” You lower your voice, eyes narrowing at the now grinning man, his shoulders hiked up to his ears in an over exaggerated shrug. 

“Well, most people can’t piss when they’re hard.” He says softly. Your eyes instantly shoot down to between his legs, at the now very obvious erection tenting the fabric. You’re not sure how you hadn’t noticed beforehand, but its kind of hard to miss now, with how he takes a step forward again. The thickness of it twitches at your wide eyed stare, and you can even see a little spot beading with precum through the gray fabric. 

The silence between the both of you is thick, heavy with tension, unsure of the other’s next moves. But you smile at him, throwing the cup to the other side of the room, as you splay your hands on his bed, leaning back on them, body open and inviting. 

“It looks like I’ll just have to get a sample of something else instead, then.” You shrug, still trying to hold on to being carefree and in charge. But Getou can see the want in your eyes, and practically pounces on top of you when you crook a single finger at him. 

He hovers over you, touching you and not all at once. He lingers, his mouth skimming yours, his erection just barely resting against where you need him most. He smiles, his palms splayed beside your head, his eyes teasing you. 

“Take what you want, officer. I’m in no place to refuse you.” Getou whispers, gaze as charming as his cock that spills precum through the thick fabric onto your jeans. He doesn’t have to tell you twice, as you hook a leg over his thigh and flip him until you’re on top without any complaints from him. 

If anything, the fucker just grins at you, hands squeezing your waist as you settle on top of him like it’s your gods given right. He runs his palms up under your shirt until his cold touch sends chills down your spine, mouth twitching when you settle heavily on his throbbing cock. 

“You couldn’t refuse me if you tried, parolee.” You snark at him, guiding his hands to your chest to squeeze. His lids lower, his head tilted back, hands warming up from your fiery skin as he kneads your chest in his palms. 

“Why on earth would I ever try that?” Getou says breathily, reaching around to unclip your bra effortlessly, makes you wonder how many times he’s been able to do that with some unsuspecting girl. 

“You’re a smart boy; you know better than that.” You smile at him, peeling your shirt from over your head the same time he undoes your bra, everything going at once. Getou admires you for a few seconds, his lips just barely parted as he palms your nipples in his hands, rolling them around until you sigh out of pleasure. 

His hands are surprisingly soft, a little clammy, cold enough to make your nipples stiffen up under his touch. He rolls them between his forefinger and thumb, plucking at them to hear your voice hitch just the slightest bit. Your hips roll against his own, earning you a soft hiss that makes you grin wickedly at him. 

You lean down to peel his shirt off of his own body, finding yourself nose to nose, chest to chest, with him. Only a beat passes before you both surge forward, lips meeting in a rough kiss. His teeth knock against yours, his tongue pushing and pushing, yours doing the same. They tangle together in a messy kiss, spit sliding from your mouth into his, and when you pull back, breathless, Getou is chewing with a suspicious grin. 

“You nasty fucker,” you moan to him, diving in to steal your gum back, but he puts up a fight. Grinds you down against his cock, feels for the dip between your lips, rubs the thick shaft between them until your body goes limp on top of his. He does everything he’s wanted with your mouth since the moment he first laid eyes on you, sucking your tongue into his mouth as he palms both cheeks of your ass. 

Few words are exchanged as you unzip your jeans, shimmying out of them with the desperation only someone thirsty for the cult leader could possess. He lays back with his hands behind his head as you yank his sweats down, mouth suddenly salivating when you see that he wasn’t wearing underwear this whole time. 

“Pretty,” you murmur, holding him at the base as you lean over his cock, your lips pursing as you spit on the pink head of it. “See why all your little cult followers would go to war for you.”

You look up from under your lashes at Getou, who only grins at you, never confirming or denying this cult you keep speaking of. He only flexes his biceps once, twice, as he watches you pull your panties to the side and hover over top of him. He doesn’t even try to help you out, figures you’d want to stay in control, even though he’s really the one with all the power right now. But he lets you believe whatever you want, as long as you sit on his dick for the time being. 

Without much thought, do you finally sink down on Getou’s thick cock. It’s bigger than you would’ve imagined, fat and heavy as it fills you up so delectably, you think you might split in two. You can feel every vein that twitches when you swallow him up, your eyes fluttering as you work yourself down, down, down until your lips meet his curly base. 

“Tell anybody about this, parolee, and I’ll send your ass back to your cell for the next ten years.” You threaten him, but its hard for Getou to take you seriously with how breathy your voice is. How your eyes start to roll back when he ever so slightly cants his hips up inside of you. How you palm your lower stomach, groaning in pleasure when you feel his tip just barely beneath the surface of your skin. How your cunt wraps around him so deliciously, leaking all over his pubes, dribbles down in thick rolls around his waist onto the bed. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it, officer.” Getou smiles at you, giving you another false sense of control before he stops resting back on his hands to grip your hips. Without warning, Getou plants his feet on the bed, and begins snapping his hips up into you. You yelp, falling forward onto his chest, eyes clenched in pleasure as you can only hold on for the ride. 

But you won’t let the fucker take control that easily. You push up on shaky arms as much as you can, back arching from the force of his thrusts, your eyes narrowing at his own cocky smile. You meet his thrusts halfheartedly as much as you can, fucking your hips back on his, the clap of your ass meeting his pelvis loud and echoing throughout the silent house. Getou only grins wider at you, makes you reach down to fist his hair in your hands. 

At that, he moans, to your surprise. His eyes fluttering closed, his rhythm momentarily thrown off from the pleasure. But he regains his footing, staring up at you hazily with a shit eating grin, his nails digging into your skin as he fucks his cock inside of you, holding it there for a few seconds to hear you cry out his name. 

He circles his hips, looking for that spot inside of you that makes you see stars. When he finds it, you mewl, your head thrown back, your nails digging into his scalp and the skin of his chest. Getou hisses through his teeth, but picks up his pace until it becomes brutal, his thrusts harsh and fast and dizzying enough that you collapse against him with a little cry of pleasure. 

“Fuck, right there, right there!” You moan to him, searching for his mouth as you lean up the tiniest bit. He catches you, one hand still holding your cheeks open, the other gripping your face between big hands. He shakes your head at him, mocking, laughing under his breath at the dumb little look on your face—and to think you have so much power over him. 

“Right there? Yeah?” He teases you, letting you go just to smack your cheeks lightly a few times before gripping you once more. You pout to him, nodding, reaching your hand down to start swiping at your clit, feeling your climax start to build with quickness you can barely prepare for. 

“What a dumb look on such a cute face.” Getou grins at you, finally pulling you in for a kiss when you start to fuss at him. He quiets you with his lips, your gum swapping between your mouths again, sloppy. But you love it, can’t help but start to feel addicted to it, wonder if its worth it to give up your job and become one of his followers if he could fuck you like this every night. No wonder people became so addicted to him. 

“Make me cum, parolee.” You whimper to him, your fingers rubbing at your clit, your other hand holding his face close to yours by his jaw. Getou opens his mouth in a moan, eyes heavily lidded as he looks at you, leans forward to lick at your teeth quickly. 

He scans your face as he holds you down, his hips snapping up to fuck into you, your voice high and staccato as you can only hold on for the ride. Without much preamble, do you tumble over the edge of your climax, moaning out his name as you ride out your orgasm, clit throbbing with every pound of his hips inside of you. You both curse under your breaths, your eyes clenched shut as you try to meet his hips, although your lower body trembles with exhaustion when he continues to pound inside of you. 

Suddenly, Getou pulls himself out of you, barely managing to slide his tip out before he’s coming all over your stomach. It drips back down onto his own clammy skin, but he doesn’t seem to mind, his eyes closed in bliss as he empties his load all over your tummy, your pubes, aims for the little gaping hole that he, sadly, had to pull out of. 

When he finishes, do you reach between your bodies, swiping a finger through the mess he’s made on you. You pop it into your mouth, humming in delight at the slightly salty taste of him, hearing his groan, feeling his still hard cock twitch against your lower back as you sit on his pelvis. 

“Nice job, parolee.” You grin to him, to which he chuckles under his breath at you. “I’ll make sure to get this sample in the system.” 

thank you so much for reading! kind comments/likes/reblogs are all appreciated <3

[crispylilworm]

After some devastating news today, Interfaith-RISE is humbly requesting immediate assistance after the program's funding was slashed by the Trump administration's xenophobic policies.

I-RISE programs include assistance with affordable housing, English language proficiency, cultural orientation, case management and access to social and mental health services, healthcare services and employment training. I-RISE has been a pillar supporting NJ communities for over a decade, and 85% of the refugees supported by Interfaith-RISE are fully self-sufficient in six months - demonstrating how much success people can find with proper support, community, and funding.

Please consider donating if you are able to, or otherwise please consider sharing this post so others can learn about the dire situation my community faces. Thank you and please look out for one another <3

Additional detail and references after the cut:

Interfaith-RISE works with the federal Department of Health and Human Services' Office of Refugee Resettlement (ORR) for refugees who have been vetted and cleared by the State Department and Homeland Security. So if you only have empathy for people who came to America "the right way" (which is bullshit but a convo for another day), many of the people served by this organization have waited YEARS for for the opportunity to be welcomed and supported here to now only be faced with uncertainty.

I-RISE currently serves 3,000 clients who are refugees, and the most imminent threat comes from a $200,000 monthly funding shortfall that the organization faces due to 280 apartment leases they hold for affordable housing.

Interfaith-RISE welcomes asylum-seekers with a wide variety of backgrounds - including Afghanistan, Congo, Syria, Haiti, Cuba, and Ukraine. The organization holds NJ offices in Highland Park, Asbury Park, Neptune, Trenton, Hamilton, and Vineland.

Rev. Seth Kaper-Dale, of The Reformed Church of Highland Park and founder and CEO of RCHP-Affordable Housing Corp, updated that the agency was forced to cut 20% of its staff while moving an additional 20% to part-time status in order to stay afloat. Rev. Kaper-Dale also explains in a recent email circulated to parishioners that "numerous people" from the agency and the parish itself "have been detained and others harassed in recent days" - alluding to the un-Constitutional ICE raids that have been ongoing and disrupting citizens and noncitizens alike. On church grounds, further adding salt to the wound.

I'm just going to leave you with a few quotes from Rev. Kaper-Dale, as I think he hits the nail on the head: "There is so much that is wrong about the presentation of who refugees, humanitarian parolees and asylum seekers are. The word 'illegal' is being flung around faster and more irresponsibly than ever before....Refugees and immigrants are a blessing--and their contributions have enriched NJ in manifold ways."

"There will be less people who are able to become contributing members of New Jersey, and instead, they'll be forced to be in a situation of of need, not because they should have been, but because of the decisions of the government. This government wants them to fail. This government wants them to look as bad as they can."

Some resources regarding I-RISE and the situation:

I-RISE information homepage: https://interfaithrise.org/what-we-do/

My Central Jersey article about RCHP and I-RISE: https://www.mycentraljersey.com/story/news/2025/01/29/highland-park-group-that-aids-refugees-struggles-after-trumps-orders/77977568007/

NJ.com article about I-RISE and similar programs (this might be paywalled, I'll try to update with another link): https://www.nj.com/middlesex/2025/01/trump-administration-cuts-off-funding-to-7-nj-organizations-helping-refugees.html

[heartsbreaking]

@popularmxnster sent ❛  just stay put, i'll be over in a minute.  ❜ (from Billy in his adult verse for Jennifer Jareau!!)

it wasn't usually her job to check in on parolees, but they had a case and tara was needed elsewhere. that meant that the appointment they'd made to talk to billy loomis together fell on just jj. tara had offered to come later, but she'd insisted she could handle loomis on her own. now, she leaned against the side of her black sedan waiting for billy to put his work things away so they could talk. "take your time," jj smiled and crossed her arms. she could wait a few minutes. this wasn't meant to be an interrogation, just an informal chat so she could get a read on him. she couldn't share much about the case with him, but when they'd had a string of copycat murders since billy's incarceration, they'd started keeping tabs on anyone involved with the previous cases.

[mouser26]

Detective Torres work look

So Torres is a detective in a kind of reskinned character Buddy cop drama AU.

IE he was inspired/based loosely off one of my other OCs and just kinda got his own quirks along the way. Overworked detective in Los Lingeros Mikel Torres deals with his massive case load and lack of a personal life via an iron clad caffeine addiction and an absolute lack of fucks to give about his personal appearance when it comes to work attire. It's just a little loose fitting, rumpled and unstained y'all will live.

It drives his parolee/partner/roomate absolutely nuts.

October Art #2

[the-wanted-man]

𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝔹𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖…

It was the night before Starlight, and a certain Desperado had a deadline to make before dawn. He sprinted with long, bold strides through the icy streets of Ishgard, surefooted as a bounding deer and equally as graceful jumping from the unfinished foundations that littered the Brume to make it down to street level.

Being out this late was not his first choice. Even for Coerthas it was damn cold but he somehow managed to break a sweat despite the bitter chill that nipped his cheeks into a crimson as deep as the checkered cloth at his throat. He was making good time, arriving at the end of an unlit street before the first pale beams of light started stretching across the dark and starry night. Illuminated by the ethereal glow of the sky he could make out the old, rickety manor.

He’d been casing it for the better part of a week. It clearly stemmed from old money but had fallen into a creeping state of disrepair with the ticking of Althyk’s clock. Lawrence was diligent, and in his time surveying he’d learned the general lay out of the building. He knew who came and went. He knew how many heads resided within and where they slept. When they went to bed and when they woke up. Where the important things would be kept. He even knew where they put the milk and cookies.

The outlaw Parolee had been keeping his head low since his arrest, avoiding his usual crimes (if one did not count his brief overture liberating over a half dozen, under-loved dogs from their unappreciative owners, or the occasional break-ins to several churches in the area as particularly criminal). He couldn’t let this one slide though, and so he’d donned his leathers and went to work.

These old buildings rarely withstood the test of time without sufficient upkeep, he knew the owners likely hadn’t fixed the window latch on the second floor leading into what might have been an office. Thus, Roman shouldered the large knapsack and made his way up the gutter pipe before slipping into the manor. A flurry of snow blew in behind his lanky figure, ushering him in bag and all. He made his way downstairs slowly to avoid any creaky steps or floorboards, eventually creeping into the living space where a rather sad looking fir tree held silent vigil for a Starlight that seemed unlikely to come.

It’s branches were sparse, devoid of any real ornaments, and the floor beneath it was a barren, lacking any gifts to greet the little ones come dawn. It seemed to be the only expense of any note for the holidays which only made him more determined. He got to work in quiet haste, beginning to empty the sack of its contents. The first few items were some bundled lights, and coiled ribbons he’d pulled from…well, the important thing was that they wouldn’t be missed where he’d got them, but they’d be appreciated here. They were spun around the tree, making for a more pleasant sight.

He was half way through removing the gifts he’d collected for the orphans, a selection of boxes full of plushies, blankets, and toys when the subtle creak of wood betrayed a spy somewhere behind him. When he turned to look, he just barely caught sight of a small head of dark, curly hair disappearing behind the couch they’d been peering from. The Cowboy lofted a brow, but hunkered down to a squat that made him of equal height immediately.

“Well, now, don’t I know a rebel when I see one! Ain’t you s’posed t’be in bed?” He lowered his mask to appear less intimidating, and removed his hat for much the same reason. “Ain’t much fer it now. Why don’t ya come outta hidin’, an’ I’ll let ya choose yer gift first. What’s got ya outta bed?” He whispered, loud enough to be heard by the kid but not by the rest of the orphanage.

The small child slowly shuffled around the couch, likely no older than eight and looking a little bashful to have been caught. She quickly overcame her shyness when she took in the soft glow of the tree lights and the colorful ornaments upon its branches. “I wanted to see the Saint! Are you him?” She squinted a little suspiciously. “You don't seem like a saint. And you talk odd…”

He couldn’t help but snicker, shaking his head. “Naw. I ain’t him. Just’ One’ve his helpers is all. What’s yer name?" he asked in a soft whisper.

“…R-Rosamund. But my friends call me ‘Rose’.” Rosamund stated matter-of-factly. She looked from him, to the tree, and all it’s piles of gifts before looking back at the cowboy. The fixation was not lost on him, and he tipped his head back towards the bounty lingering beneath the sparkling tree. "Well, Rose. Go on n'help yerself then. I reckon you'll like that long one there, tho' yer free t'choose any two you'd like." He pointed to a longer, flat box nestled amongst others of various shape and size.

"Two??" She exclaimed before slapping a hand over her mouth for the outburst. He chuckled, nodding his head. "Got enough fer everybody. Now go on." The young girl scampered over to the tree, deliberating on her choices. She went with the one he pointed out, and a squat, square box. Clutching both to her chest, she ran back to him with wide eyes. "I can open them, then?" She clarified, as if not wanting to risk losing his permission. The Desperado simply dipped his head, and before he could even utter the full "Sh--" of 'sure', she was already ripping open the wrapper and delighting in the prizes buried beneath. Upon opening, she found herself with a new blanket of soft, warm fabric and a fuzzy teddy bear, both of which she clutched tight to her chest.

The cowboy beamed, happy to be the cause of such a bright smile in the youth. "Alright, Buckerette. I got a job fer ya's. Can ya count?" In whispers, he quietly gave her the task and once done, she nodded emphatically before covering her face with the blanket. She began to count, a tiny voice counting down from ten. By eight, had gifted new life to the tree with a touch, letting the branches grow thick and heavy with their own needle-like leaves. By six, he was heading for the door. By three he was at the threshold, twisting open the knob. By one, there was a soft click as the door latched behind him. A loud, childlike scream erupted from the interior. "GIFTS! GUYS LOOK!"

Lawrence chuckled, hearing the commotion from outside as windows illuminated themselves by the light of candles and lamps being turned on in a hurry. Thundering footsteps pounded down the stairs until presumably stumbling across the decorated tree and the many gifts beneath. There was laughter, screams, and enthusiastic shouting upon which Lawrence turned back to the biting wind and slipped away into the dim, morning light.

This was supposed to be around Christmas but I never finished it. So I finally did and am opting to post it late instead for more cowboy activities.

[futureofthemasses]

Hello friends,

If you aren't aware, I have been volunteering with a local refugee group for almost two years now. We have welcomed a total of ten families so far (with another one on the way) which is frickin amazing but they are all here on something called humanitarian parole. While humanitarian parole is great for getting refugees to safety quickly from areas with war, natural disasters, and political disruption, it isn't great at helping keep them here. It only allows parolees to stay in the US for two years, which is coming up as soon as this December for our first few families. Since they are all from either Haiti or Ukraine, where things have gotten way worse since they arrived rather than better, it really isn't an option for any of them to go home. Our most recent family made it out of Haiti only two days before the airport was closed and the one before that was directly in the middle of attacks from Russia before getting to NY.

That being said, we made this petition to hopefully get lawmakers to at least extend the parole option, if not also give a path to citizenship. These families have become more than our responsibility - they are our friends, and in my case several of them are now well loved neighbors. Extending humanitarian parole has been suggested for Ukrainians, but there is currently no legislation for Haitians. I know compassion fatigue is real, but this is something anyone can do to hopefully make things better for my friends. If you are willing, please consider signing and/or sharing. We all would be so grateful

[skyekilaen]

💛 Butch with a heart of gold

💜 Pan gal who loves makeup & hates injustice

💋 Star-crossed the first time, now reunited

Kindle, KU, paperback

And here's the full blurb in case your interest is piqued...

A butch lesbian parolee. The pretty pansexual nurse who got away. Is this their second chance at a happily ever after?

Finn is finally out of prison, which is great. Having no job, no car, and no place to sleep except her cousin’s couch? Not so great. Plus, her felony theft conviction isn’t doing wonders for her employment prospects, so she can’t afford her migraine meds without the public clinic.

The last thing she ever expected was for the gal who stole her heart to come walking down that clinic’s hallway: Vivi, the manicure-loving nurse who spent two years fighting the prison system to get proper medical care for her patients, including Finn.

Finn could never believe she imagined the attraction and affection between them. But acting on that in prison, especially as nurse and patient, had been a serious No Way. She’s had eight months to get over Vivi, who abruptly left her job without saying goodbye. Finn is over it. Honest! It’s totally and completely fine.

Except Vivi, here and now, doesn’t seem fine. And Finn couldn’t live with herself if she didn’t try to help.

Is fate offering Finn a second chance? Or is finding love as likely as finding a job with health insurance?

A high heat contemporary sapphic romance novella with a guaranteed HEA.

[power-chords]

@coolwitchaunt to belatedly address your reply re: Wardell/Waingro/the "golem" interpretation, this raises a loaded question, right? Did Vincent and Neil actively create them? Or are they more like twisted embodiments of karmic obligations, emergent collateral for an unintentionally incurred but no less destructive debt?

To me the latter is more compelling. The most ingenious and ballsy thing Mann has done with Heat is to implant this totally deliberate allegorical sub-reading in which Neil and Vincent represent two generational Ashkenazi immigrant bargaining strategies with American modernity and whiteness.

In Neil’s case, it’s the standard issue “hedge” of material growth and gain, the promise of prosperity minted by our capitalist democracy. And once he gets enough, he’s getting out. Vincent, by contrast, pursues total assimilation through the organizations that establish and perpetuate the norms of American social life. Family, law and order, the machines of pop and intellectual culture. He’s going all the way in. And if you revisit their conversation in the diner, you'll notice that Neil talks like someone who’s playing a game to win and cash out, making moves on a timer, trying to avoid getting boxed in. Vincent can’t shake the vernacular of the regular-type life he’s desperate to maintain, even as it crumbles around him for the third consecutive time. The first time he cracks a smile is when Neil speaks to him in language that identifies this preoccupation and their mutual alienation from it. ("What the fuck is that, barbecues and ballgames?")

This would be striking enough if all we got were the horrific consequences depicted in the film, which are not limited to white supremacist (!) serial killers. Neil's recruitment of Donald Breeden, a working class Black parolee, while dressed in a suit, resulting in Breeden's death, takes on a new layer of moral indictment. Neil dies in the uniform of a class traitor (private security! Just like those guys he robbed in the opening heist!) at the hands of the only person who understood him. A cop. Who just abandoned his family, including a stepdaughter who just attempted suicide, because he can't quit the rush of state-sanctioned predation. Whew.

BUT THAT'S NOT ALL! In the book, Neil’s romantic frontier fantasy leads to the displacement and destruction of an indigenous family who has lived on the Mexicali border for 400 years. Vincent’s desperate longing for safety, order, and community — maybe even a repressed, unspeakable longing for something or someone else entirely — results only in his further alienation, a downward spiral into substance abuse and yet more authoritarian violence. (Including explicit Nazi imagery! LMAO.) What he can’t confront, or refuses to remember, is what Justine rightly identifies as "self-incineration." Not hard to read between the lines here!!!

[masterofd1saster]

CJ current events 16jan25

America's crime problem has never been everyone committing one crime

New York City saw a “staggering” 146.5% jump in felony assault busts for repeat offenders over the past six years, the Big Apple’s top cop said — as the crime reached a two-decade high in 2024. Suspects with at least three arrests on their rap sheet were charged with assault 442 times last year, up from 274 in 2018 — part of a pattern that shows wrongdoers are being cut loose too often, with the NYPD blaming soft-on-crime Albany lawmakers.  “That is what we’re up against,” Police Commissioner Jessica Tisch told reporters at a briefing Monday. “And we know why. The key driving factor is the revolving door of our criminal justice system, created in large part by legislative changes that took effect in 2020.”*** Tisch singled out 57-year-old parolee Gary Worthy, accused of shooting and injuring both an NYPD cop and a 26-year-old woman – an innocent bystander – during an attempt to rob a Queens bodega. The injured officer, 7-year veteran Rich Wong, returned fire, fatally striking Worthy. “The shooter had 17 prior arrests — 17 of which happened when he was out on lifetime parole, including arrests for robbery, burglary and menacing within the past year,” Tisch said. “Let me repeat that: he was arrested and then released over and over again while on lifetime parole. This is evidence of a broken system, one that doesn’t put the rights and needs of victims first.”***

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Pres-Elect Trump sentencing

On Fri, 10jan, Judge Juan M. Merchan apparently sentenced Pres-Elect Trump to no punishment. This was the business records case. It's sort of a double edged sword: Merchan and co get to call Trump a convicted felon, and Trump can now appeal the conviction. Many reasonable lawyers doubt that Trump rec'd a fair trial.

https://www.newsmax.com/newsfront/donald-trump-new-york-sentencing/2025/01/10/id/1194595

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Britain: Pay no attention to the rapes behind the curtain!

An attempt by the Conservatives to have the government set up a national inquiry into grooming gangs has been voted down by 364 votes to 111 votes, a margin of 253. The amendment was attached to the Children's Wellbeing and Schools Bill, which would have been killed had the vote passed. Earlier in the day, Conservative leader Kemi Badenoch argued the government risks fuelling accusations of "a cover up" by refusing an inquiry.*** A local Rotherham inquiry uncovered the sexual abuse of 1,400 children over 16 years, mainly by British Pakistani men. In Telford, up to 1,000 girls faced abuse over 40 years, with some cases overlooked due to "nervousness about race" as most suspects were men of south Asian heritage.***

"South Asian" is the term polite Britain uses for "Pakistani."

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Hey, you two, rent The Villages. Or something

WAUKESHA, Wis. - A man and woman – already charged with having sex in the Waukesha County Jail lobby last year – are now accused of having sex at a Waukesha laundromat. Desmound Cleveland and Karen Hill are each charged with misdemeanor disorderly conduct. Hill is additionally charged with two counts of misdemeanor bail jumping.***

Because what the world needs to see is more geriatric sex.

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Your job is following leads

KALAMAZOO, Mich. — Detectives who arrested a Battle Creek man for two murders he didn't commit could soon be forced to pay up. A settlement conference is set for Feb. 5, nearly two years after Jeff Titus was released from prison. Titus was arrested in 2001, about 11 years after he was accused of murdering hunters Doug Estes and Jim Bennett near his Kalamazoo County property in 1990.*** By time Titus was released, he was 71 years old. This happened after authorities revealed Titus' lawyer was never given a police file with details about another suspect, Thomas Dillon, in 2002. Dillion was an Ohio serial killer whose five victims were killed between 1989 and 1992 while they were either hunting, fishing, or jogging.***

He was imprisoned >20 years.

The thing I hate about these stories is that they never talk about why the exonerated person was a suspect in the first place. For all we know, Titus may have threatened to kill Estes and Bennett and his dna was found on the murder weapon. I don't think so, but the story doesn't tell you.

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How could I pass up a headline like

Gang Member "La Barbie" Allowed to Remove Ankle Monitor Before Being Caught Running Hotel Sex Prison

Estefania "La Barbie" Primera, a member of the Tren de Aragua gang, was permitted to remove her ankle monitor a year before authorities caught her orchestrating a lawless and brutal sex trafficking operation at a border hotel, according to sources. Allegedly, federal immigration officials allowed Primera, a suspected Venezuelan sex trafficker, to discard her tracking device after she complained that her belongings, including the monitor's charger, had been stolen. This leniency granted to "La Barbie" raises serious questions about the oversight of individuals involved in criminal activities. Subsequently, Primera was apprehended by law enforcement in El Paso, Texas, where she was accused of managing a sex trafficking ring within the confines of the Gateway Hotel. Shockingly, the hotel had been overtaken by members of the Tren de Aragua gang, adding a layer of complexity to the criminal activities unfolding within its walls.*** Disturbing court documents reveal harrowing testimonies from victims, with one individual alleging that Primera drugged her with a fentanyl-laced pill and facilitated a series of rapes while she was unconscious. The victim suffered severe injuries as a result of the traumatic ordeal. Furthermore, when the victim attempted to escape, "La Barbie" purportedly resorted to physical violence, forcibly returning the victim to the hotel by employing physical aggression in the form of punches and kicks, as detailed in the legal filings. Primera's arrest unfolded in late September outside the Sacred Heart Church in El Paso, a sanctuary for migrant arrivals. She was accompanied by her five young children, whom she allegedly exploited by involving them in drug trafficking activities.***

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who knew porn was addicting

A Florida deputy has resigned after body camera footage showed he was looking at pornography when he crashed into a car last year, according to a report. Lake County Deputy Tristan Macomber resigned his position after an internal investigation into the Nov. 6 crash, NBC6 affiliate WESH reported. The body camera footage showed Macomber driving when he suddenly slammed into a vehicle that was stopped in front of him. His airbag deploys before he gets out to check on the other driver, who was stopped for a school bus.***

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Excellent article about norms and feminism

***For these women, risking everything for the sake of extramarital orgasms with a person who doesn’t love you is not a destructive and selfish impulse to be resisted, but the path to a higher realm of self-actualization. They owe nothing to the world, or to their occupations, or to the people who love and rely on them; certainly they cannot be expected to honor the promises they’ve made if it means denying themselves something they desire. Films like Babygirl are brave in that they acknowledge that women, empowered to have sex like men, will do exactly that—up to and including taking inappropriate liberties in the workplace with their much younger underlings. Where they fail is in pretending that this makes them heroic figures, as opposed to total sleazebags. What equality truly demands of us is not just the license to behave just as badly as men, but to be held to the same standards of human goodness. This is the nature of middle age—when you aren’t too old to start over, but you’re definitely old enough to know better. Eventually, the path ahead of you becomes narrowed by the choices behind you; eventually, you become accountable not just to yourself but to others, too. And if some shimmering possibility presents itself, be it another lover or another life, the truly heroic thing to do is to understand the difference between a possibility and a promise, between a fantasy of what might have been and the deep-rooted truth of the life you’ve chosen—and to gently close the door.

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Not helping the immigrant community

A man seen in a viral video being confronted and apprehended by Los Angeles residents, and who was eventually arrested by police with an alleged blowtorch, is an illegal immigrant from Mexico, Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) sources tell Fox News. Los Angeles police took the man into custody after a group of local residents grabbed him near the Kenneth Fire, allegedly carrying a blowtorch, according to video from Fox 11 Los Angeles.*** ICE sources tell Fox that he is a Mexican illegal immigrant named Juan Manuel Sierra-Leyva. He is in custody due to a probation violation and has not been charged with arson. ***

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Free Press notes

In America today, there are nearly 1,500 biological men incarcerated in federal women’s prisons. Nearly half of them are sex offenders, according to the Bureau of Prison’s own data—almost four times the rate of the general prison population. Across the country, female inmates have been harassed, raped, and even impregnated by male prisoners they’ve been forced to house with. Today, Free Press reporter Madeleine Kearns speaks to one of the women fighting back: 58-year-old Rhonda Fleming, who is serving a 27-year sentence for Medicare fraud. Fleming says she’s had to share facilities, including showers and restrooms, with at least 10 male felons simply because they identify as transgender. Today, a judge in Tallahassee will hear arguments that the conditions of her confinement violate her constitutional right to bodily privacy. “When you’re most vulnerable, you’re naked in a shower,” Fleming told The Free Press. “There’s no officer monitoring the showers unless some kind of emergency happens, and so at any time, anything can happen to you.” Fleming’s experience is not a one-off. All 29 federal female prisons in the U.S. allow male criminals who identify as women to be incarcerated—a practice that began in the early 2010s under the Obama administration. Trump mostly walked it back; Biden reinstated it. What would a victory for Rhonda Fleming mean for incarcerated women across the country? Read Madeleine’s investigation: “Biden’s Transgender Prison Policy Goes to Trial.”

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Babylon Bee

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1st impressions.....

NDIANAPOLIS, IN (KGAN) — A Texas man appeared in an Indiana courtroom Tuesday morning for allegedly stalking and sending sexually violent text messages to WNBA superstar and Iowa grad Caitlin Clark. Michael Thomas Lewis, 55, had his initial appearance where a judge read his level 5 felony charges. "Morning, Mr. Lewis," the judge said after the suspect entered the courtroom. "Guilty as charged," Lewis said.***

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Policing good news

Excellent column by Olivia Reingold

If you’re a New Yorker, you probably know how Mayor Eric Adams spent part of last Friday afternoon: getting his eyebrows threaded at a salon in Corona, Queens. The now-viral moment was meant to symbolize how civilized the whole area had become in the past 90 days. A few months earlier, locals had complained that this wasn’t the kind of block you’d want to set foot on, let alone visit for a spa treatment. The only massage parlors and salons open for business seemed to be fronts for the neighborhood’s booming sex trade, with police estimating as many as 50 brothels operating in the area. The neighborhood had even developed a nickname: the “Market of Sweethearts.” “It was anarchy outside,” said Ramses Frías, a second-generation Queens native. “People were scared to leave their homes.”

After Frías and other locals held a series of rallies and protests, Adams deployed hundreds of NYPD officers, plus 50 state troopers, in a 90-day crackdown dubbed “Operation Restore Roosevelt,” referring to Roosevelt Avenue, the neighborhood’s main thoroughfare.*** Things began to change in 2021, when the NYCLU and other progressive groups successfully lobbied the state to repeal an anti-loitering law, which they claimed “enabled law enforcement to target Black and Brown transgender women, non-binary people, immigrants, and low-income communities for innocuous behavior.” They referred to the law as the “Walking While Trans Ban.” Frías says the rollback hamstrung police from taking action just as thousands of migrants were streaming into New York, exacerbating the problems mounting on Roosevelt Avenue.***

Prostitutes on Roosevelt Avenue began operating in broad daylight about two years ago. On their way to school, Frías said, kids had to start walking past scantily clad women counting cash. In September, parents at a local elementary school passed a resolution demanding “increased school safety measures.” Among the issues they said their children encountered on the way to and from school: “Open prostitution and illegal massage parlors employing sex workers,” “rampant drug use,” and “organized crime syndicates.”*** From the moment the city announced its campaign to crack down on crime in the area, progressives began to protest. Groups like Red Canary Song, which advocates for “BIPOC, LGBTQIA+, Trans GNC, and Disabled Sex Workers,” claimed to speak on behalf of the people of Queens—despite being co-founded by a Columbia-educated dominatrix (other “core organizers” include a Barnard graduate turned “BDSM practitioner,” a Brown University professor, and a Yale graduate student with they/he/she pronouns). “We demand the removal of state and local troops from Queens,” an October Red Canary Song press release demanded. “These dehumanizing narratives are fabricated and weaponized to justify increased surveillance, perpetuating our community’s precarity through police violence.”***

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[bllsbailey]

Bombshell Report Reveals Disturbing Truths About the Biden-Harris Parole Pipeline

If you thought you heard the worst concerning the U.S. southern border under the Biden-Harris Administration, think again. A new bombshell House Judiciary report found illegal immigrants wanted for sex trafficking and various other violent crimes found a loophole to enter the United States. 

Due to the Biden-Harris Administration’s categorical parole program for nationals of Cuba, Haiti, Nicaragua, and Venezuela (CHNV), at least 30,000 illegal immigrants monthly with violent records have been allowed to bypass coming into the U.S. through the southern border, and instead fly into domestic airports. This results from what the administration calls “legal pathways,” created without Congressional authorization. 

Illegal aliens are directly let into the country “on commercial flights” to be then “granted parole” for up to two years by the Secretary of the Department of Homeland Security (DHS). As of September 2024, more than 531,000 Cubans, Haitians, Nicaraguans, and Venezuelans” had done just that. 

To mask the border crisis and artificially decrease historically high border encounters, President Biden and Vice President Harris implemented programs and policies that allowed aliens to bypass the southwest border so they would not be included as encounters in Border Patrol data. The CHNV supporter must “file a Form I-134A, Online Request to be a Supporter and Declaration of Financial Support” (Form I-134A) with U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services (USCIS) and must agree “to provide [the CHNV beneficiary] with financial support for the duration of their parole in the United States.” The CHNV alien then arrives at a U.S. airport where a DHS official paroles the alien into the country. Once paroled, the alien can apply for a work permit.

The report accuses the outgoing administration of committing “fraud,” undermining national security, and endangering the American people “all in favor of ensuring that hundreds of thousands of otherwise illegal aliens can come to the U.S. through CHNV.”

To make it even more disturbing, the House Judiciary report found that “sex traffickers have potentially used CHNV to exploit women and girls” after discovering a “fraud analysis of CHNV applications revealed that some applications that were sent from the same IP addresses were submitted on behalf of a high proportion of female CHNV aliens.”

In a separate report, the House Judiciary Committee found that sex traffickers may be using the administration’s “parole” program to sneak illegal immigrant women into the U.S. by using “welfare recipients.” This means individuals involved with criminal activity have been approved as sponsors for parolees from Cuba, Haiti, Nicaragua, and Venezuela (CHNV).

In 2021, Homeland Security Secretary Alejandro Mayorkas created the system, which has since been over by massive fraud. 

An internal investigation at U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services found Venezuelan gang members, dead people and stolen identities being listed as applicants. One case even used former first lady Michelle Obama’s passport number. The new report, from Judiciary Committee Chairman Jim Jordan’s staff, suggests the program was fatally flawed from conception, allowing people who seem to have been bad risks to act as sponsors. Among the committee’s findings:  At least 336 sponsors were approved despite receiving welfare benefits. The report said that undercuts the point of the program, since sponsors are supposed to prove they can support migrants on their own without them becoming dependent on the government. 21 sponsorship applications were approved even though the supporters admitted at least some of their income came from an illegal source. Homeland Security told the committee that was okay, as long as the department thought there was “sufficient income” from legal sources too.

The report later discovered that the program does not conduct criminal records checks and couldn’t do them even if it wanted to because it is not authorized to run names through the FBI’s databases.

Trending on Townhall Videos

[npzlawyersforimmigration]

Progress on USCIS Processing Times

We have released a new fact sheet (PDF, 81.49 KB)showing significant progress on reducing processing times across a range of different forms.

What You Need to Know

The fact sheet (PDF, 81.49 KB) includes newly published data showing that, for nearly all our highest-volume forms, median processing times are significantly lower in fiscal year 2024 to date than in the previous fiscal year.

Notable median processing times include:

Less than 30 days for employment authorization documents from asylum applicants and from certain parolees;

5.2 months for naturalization, which is the lowest since 2016;

3.6 months for employment authorization documents from adjustment applicants, which is the lowest since 2017;

4.4 months for advance parole documents, which is the lowest since 2018; and

2.7 months for Form I-129, Petition for a Nonimmigrant Worker (nonpremium).

At the same time, we acknowledge that we need to make more progress to reduce processing times for certain other forms. For example, processing times and net backlogs remain higher than our processing goals for Form I-601, Application for Provisional Unlawful Presence Waiver; Form I-730, Refugee/Asylee Relative Petition; and bona fide determinations related to Form I-918, Petition for U Nonimmigrant Status. Fortunately, the HART Service Center is poised to make significant progress on these forms, as described in new FAQs (PDF, 271.11 KB) recently posted on the center’s first anniversary.

We are also making steady progress related to EB-5 immigrant investor forms by hiring new staff and making other important investments at our Immigrant Investor Program Office, while strictly complying with Congress’ anti-fraud and integrity provisions. For more information, please see the newly updated EB-5 FAQs.

On April 1, 2024, we began using a final rule to adjust, for the first time since 2016, certain immigration and naturalization benefit request fees. With this fee rule, we can recover our operating costs more fully and support more timely processing of new applications.

We have also updated our Check Case Processing Timesresource to clarify the difference between administrative processing times, which we are working hard to reduce, and delays due to statutory limitations, which only Congress can resolve. For example, certain processing times for Form I-130, Petition for Alien Relative, can appear very long, but this is because there are not enough available immigrant visas under the statutory caps established by the Immigration Act of 1990. We use the State Department’s visa bulletin to determine whether a visa is available before processing a Form I-130 preference petition.

For More Information.

For a full list of processing times going back to FY 2013, please see our historical processing times page. .

https://www.uscis.gov/newsroom/stakeholder-messages/progress-on-uscis-processing-times

[agentcable]

Law & Order Special Victims Unit Season 22 Episode 10 "Welcome to the Pedo Motel"

The Special Victims Unit initially suspects Lonnie Liston, a parolee living in the halfway house for sex offenders, of the murder of Victoria Lily Robertson, a teenage girl found dead nearby. However, Lonnie is lynched by vigilantes who took the law into their own hands, unaware that he was set up by someone else. Meanwhile, Rollins' father suffers a stroke.

If you want to watch the series for yourself, stop reading! This post contains spoilers to the storyline.

A young woman informs her mother that she will be home later tonight.

A person in a hurry refuses to assist a neighbour in a wheelchair up the steps. The individual is warned about potential legal consequences and losing pay for being late to work. Additionally, the boss reprimands the individual for flirting with the woman from the previous scene. A group of motorcyclists yell at some individuals on a stoop before quickly departing.

The girl from the previous scene punches someone out. The boy offers to walk her to the bus, but she declines. The boy leaves, appearing uneasy.

An old man is shown praying to resist his sinful urges before watching a pornographic video.

As the girl walks down the street, she is grabbed from behind.

SVU is called in. The girl did not return home, and her wallet and cell phone were found. Fin suspects that one of the pedophiles living down the street is responsible. The police talk to the parents and the girl's boss. The boss claims that Loni, the boy from before, is on parole and lives in the "pedo motel". The police question him, and Fin is tough on him.

Carisi talks to Benson about the case and asks about Stabler. The brass wants to know why Stabler interfered with Benson's interrogation. Benson should be careful.

There is evidence that Loni did not return to his room during his break as he claimed. Unfortunately, Saranda has been found dead. Saranda was hit in the head with a brick or a rock, according to the ME. Hasim, who is now working for homicide, arrives and brings Rollins her preferred coffee. Homicide has assigned him to work with SVU because he is Muslim.

Outside the sex offenders' halfway home, there are several protesters. One man admitted to praying to St. Anthony and also mentioned his attraction to young boys. Another man, Frank, expressed his preference for older women who are plus-sized. He also expressed frustration with being checked.

Loni insists he was at the park during his break when Saranda was assaulted. Fin questions his alibi, asking where he was during the time of the assault. Loni maintains that he did not do anything to Saranda. He denies any involvement and claims he is not a rapist. He also mentions that he had a 15-year-old girlfriend when he was 18.

Fin and Benson discuss the case in front of the protestors. Carisi identifies the leader of the group causing trouble as Elvis. Benson urges that they remove the perpetrator before the vigilantes take matters into their own hands. A bloody rock has been discovered, which may lead to an arrest.

Carisi, Fin and Benson discuss the issue of the halfway house. There is no physical evidence, but there is a circumstantial case against Loni. Security footage shows Loni at the junkyard. The police were going to arrest him, but they received a call that the halfway house had been set on fire. Loni was found murdered; he was strangled and then set on fire. Arson investigators have confirmed that the fire originated in Loni's room. News outlets have already reported on Loni's torture. The other residents are currently receiving medical treatment at the hospital. Kat believes that this is an act of racist vigilantism.

Rollins speaks with an elderly man who has difficulty hearing and cannot provide any information. Frank informs them that Loni resided directly above him and he overheard loud voices and screams. Despite hearing someone refer to one of them as Eduardo, he did not contact the police as he did not believe they would be interested. The man in the wheelchair heard motorcycle engines. He stated that the vigilantes have been attempting to intimidate them. The area was quiet at 10 pm last night.

Fin and Benson went to speak with Elvis, who sexually harassed Benson and claimed to have an alibi. The individual stated that the fire was karma and refused to provide any information. Security footage revealed that the bikers were present in the house until after the fire. Additional footage showed another group of bikers, one of whom may be Eduardo Alvarez.

Eduardo was found to have a picture of Loni's body on his phone. He claims he only placed Loni in the chair. However, evidence reveals that Loni was not the one who committed the murder of Saranda. All three perpetrators are accusing each other of being the mastermind behind the crime. Fin comes to the realization that Loni did not confide in him about his alibi due to a lack of trust. He feels remorseful, knowing that Black youths are frequently subjected to unjust treatment by law enforcement. Fin and Benson speak with Loni's parents, who confirm his story. He was in love with his girlfriend, but her father, a parole officer, disapproved.

Rollins receives a call from her father while on her way to see Eastman. Eastman sends his daughter inside, and she appears to have been abused. She tells them that Loni was violent toward her. Rollins believes that all of Eastman's parolees' DNA should be run, as he won't allow them to speak with McKenna.

During their investigation, the police interviewed a man named Antonio, who was afraid of them contacting Eastman. The DNA evidence led them to Antonio, who denied that it was his DNA and claimed that it belonged to a relative.

During a stakeout with Kat, Antonio hesitates to identify the perpetrator, but eventually does so. Fin and Rollins arrest Sam Johnson, who also has a jacket like Loni's. Sami claims that he was only supposed to kidnap the girl and frame Loni. He hit her with a brick and accidentally killed her because she wouldn't stop screaming. Antonio, his half-brother, said he had to do this, or his parole would be violated. It's enough to pick up Eastman. Eastman is arrested and insists he won't go down for this.

Rollins has a lot of evidence implicating Eastman. Carisi is in a hurry because he has a prior engagement. Rollins receives a call from Atlanta and promises to do what she can. Carisi inquires about the situation. Rollins reveals that her father has suffered a stroke. Carisi insists that she leave. She is unable to stay. Carisi assures the girls that everything will be okay.

Benson and Fin speak with Loni's parents, who reveal that McKenna snuck out to see Loni the night he died and feels guilty about it. Saranda's parents arrive, and they offer each other condolences. Fin notes that both of their children were killed due to hate.

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"PRISON TRAINING VALUABLE ASSET FOR MANY JOBS," Toronto Star. November 19, 1943. Page 19. --- Nearly 800 prisoners have been paroled from Ontario and federal institutions in the past six months to engage in agriculture or war work, and with few exceptions they are setting an enviable record. This was reported today by C. F. Neelands, deputy provincial secretary.

Additional scores of men and women whose lives have been warped by crime, and who are still In institutions, have turned whole- heartedly to the patriotic tasks of bond buying, blood donations and other volunteer work for the armed forces.

"Many paroled men have risen to executive positions in war industries, have become useful and admirable citizens, and are living up to all the conditions on which they were released," Mr. Neelands said. "Parole revocations have dropped to an all-time low."

One paroled prisoner worked industriously in a war industry, saved his money, and a few weeks ago bought a farm.

"He has stocked it well, is doing fine, and making a valuable contribution to the food supply of the nation," said C. F. Swayze, secretary to the chief officer of the board of parole.

Many young men have been paroled to enter the army, Mr. Swayze told of one transferred from the army to the R.C.A.F., trained as a pilot, and is now overseas where he has already made a name for himself as a gallant and successful airman.

"I know of many others who have done splendidly in industry and in the army, but I hesitate to cite their cases because they could be so easily identified," Mr. Swayze said.

Big Aid to Industry The reformatory at Guelph in particular has made a large contribution to industry, the training the men receive in the institution's shops being valuable assets in war work.

Prisoners at Burwash reformatory are being used to get out a large cut of lumber which is being used by war industries. A considerable number of men have been paroled from Burwash to work in the Northern Ontario lumber camps this winter, putting to practical use the experience they gained while prisoners.

Many ticket-of-leave men from Portsmouth penitentiary, with the trades they have learned in the institution, are going directly into well paid war jobs. One of the largest industries making tanks will take every man the penitentiary's shops can graduate in welding, and the record of successful parolees in this trade is unusually high.

Prisoners in the various institutions are among the large donors of blood, and at Portsmouth penitentiary more than two-thirds of the inmates regularly contribute their quota to the Kingston Red Cross blood clinic. Most of the remaining third have volunteered but are prevented from donating blood for medical or other reasons beyond their control

A comprehensive plan to use paroled prisoners in war work and agriculture, and thus directly to assist them in becoming rehabilitated and worthy citizens in peace time, has been worked out between the federal department of justice and the Ontario attorney-general's department, Mr. Neelands said.

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Criminal Attorney in Boise Idaho Defends Parole Violation Cases

Criminal attorney can help defend parole violation cases A criminal attorney in Boise Idaho can help defend you in parole violation hearings. Parole violation refers to the act of breaking the terms and conditions set by the parole board for an individual who has been released from prison before completing their full sentence. Parole is a conditional release granted to inmates, allowing them to serve the remainder of their sentence in the community under supervision. While parole itself is not a criminal offense, violating the conditions of parole can lead to serious consequences, including potential criminal charges.

When an individual is granted parole, they are required to adhere to specific rules and guidelines established by the parole board. These conditions often include regular check-ins with a parole officer, maintaining steady employment, abstaining from drug and alcohol use, and avoiding contact with certain individuals. Failure to comply with any of these conditions can result in a parole violation.

Parole violations are typically categorized as technical or substantive. Technical violations involve a breach of the non-criminal conditions of parole, such as missing a meeting with a parole officer, failing a drug test, or changing residence without notifying the parole officer. On the other hand, substantive violations involve criminal behavior, such as committing a new crime while on parole.

It's essential to note that while parole violation itself is not considered a criminal offense, the actions leading to the violation may result in criminal charges. For example, if a parolee is found to be in possession of illegal substances, they could face charges related to drug possession. Similarly, engaging in criminal activities such as theft or assault during the parole period may lead to separate criminal charges.

When a parole violation occurs, the parolee is typically subject to a hearing before the parole board. During this hearing, evidence related to the violation is presented, and the parolee has the opportunity to provide their side of the story. The parole board then determines the appropriate course of action, which may include continued supervision, modification of parole conditions, or, in more severe cases, revocation of parole.

If parole is revoked, the individual may be required to return to prison to complete the remainder of their original sentence. In some cases, the parole board may impose additional penalties, such as an extended period of supervision or participation in rehabilitation programs.

While parole violation itself is not a criminal offense, the actions leading to the violation can result in criminal charges. Parolees must adhere to the conditions set by the parole board to avoid serious consequences, including potential return to prison. The legal implications of parole violations underscore the importance of individuals on parole complying with the terms of their release to successfully reintegrate into society.

Some defenses that a criminal lawyer can use in parole violation hearings

In parole violation hearings, a criminal lawyer plays a crucial role in defending the parolee and presenting arguments that may mitigate the consequences of the alleged violation. Here are some common defenses that a criminal lawyer may employ during parole violation hearings:

1. Lack of Intent or Knowledge:

A defense strategy may involve demonstrating that the parolee was not aware of the actions or conditions leading to the alleged violation. If the violation was unintentional and the parolee had no knowledge of the violation, it can be argued that they should not be held fully responsible.

2. False Accusations or Misinformation:

The defense may challenge the accuracy of the evidence presented by the parole officer or the prosecution. This could involve proving that the information leading to the alleged violation is false, misleading, or based on a misunderstanding. In some cases, the parolee might be wrongly accused due to errors in reporting or communication.

3. Procedural Errors:

A criminal lawyer may examine whether proper procedures were followed during the parole violation process. Any failure to adhere to established procedures or violations of the parolee's rights could be grounds for challenging the validity of the alleged violation.

4. Substantial Compliance:

The defense may argue that, despite technical violations, the parolee has substantially complied with the overall conditions of parole. This involves demonstrating that the parolee has made reasonable efforts to fulfill the requirements and has not engaged in behavior that poses a significant risk to the community.

5. Changed Circumstances:

Lawyers may present evidence showing that the circumstances leading to the parole violation have changed or improved. For instance, if a parolee struggled to find employment initially but has since secured stable employment, this positive change might be presented as a reason to reconsider the violation.

6. Rehabilitation Efforts:

Demonstrating a commitment to rehabilitation can be a powerful defense. If the parolee has actively participated in counseling, therapy, or educational programs, it can be argued that they are making genuine efforts to reintegrate into society successfully.

7. Witness Testimony:

The lawyer may call witnesses, such as employers, family members, or counselors, to testify on behalf of the parolee. Witness statements can provide valuable perspectives on the parolee's character, progress, and efforts to comply with parole conditions.

8. External Factors:

A defense strategy may involve highlighting external factors that contributed to the parole violation, such as unforeseen events or circumstances beyond the parolee's control. This could include health issues, family emergencies, or other situations that impacted the parolee's ability to adhere to the conditions.

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