#prison raid

[iammontewhite]

Diddy Accuses Prosecutors of Lying About Prison Raid  Diddy’s legal battles take a dramatic turn as he accuses federal prosecutors of deception regarding a raid on his prison cell. His attorney, Marc Agnifilo, claims that key documents—including trial strategy notes and private correspondence—were captured in photos, raising serious concerns about the integrity of the prosecution's actions. Diddy’s team has labeled the raid as “outrageous government conduct,” asserting it violates his due process rights. In this video, we break down the latest developments in Diddy’s case, the implications of the alleged misconduct, and what it means for the music mogul's future. Don't forget to like and share this video! #Diddy #LegalBattle #PrisonRaid #FederalProsecutors #JusticeSystem

[strongermonster]

one of the funniest news things in canada that always tickles me is the ongoing war between magic mushroom shops and the police.

this is the absolute height of humour to me right now

[ruebarbpie]

Rare Lorelai post

She's fun to draw actually

This is an original thought right

OG image below

[ashadowofburnedoutstardust]

I have no idea if I'm still going to be on this app in four years but I'm scheduling the re-blog now

Let's see which tags came true......

[gorfunkled]

”The only girl I’ve ever loved was born with roses in her eyes, but then they buried her alive.”

[whatsthisascianbullshit]

Taking the bestest most precious little baby out for walkies

[westdallasgang]

Bonnie and Clyde + The Barrow Gang plan the Eastham Prison raid:

Bonnie and Clyde were back in Texas after an ambush attempt. Ray Hamilton was incarcerated at Eastham when word got around and he began to resurrect Clyde's revenge plan to raid the prison. Ralph Fults originally planned the raid with Clyde years ago before Ray. But Ralph couldn't be included because he was jailed outside of town. That's when an Eastham convict named James Mullens came into the picture. James was 48 and bunked next to Ray at Eastham. He was about to be released after serving a 21 year sentence for robbery. The downside was that Clyde knew him to be a drug addict—unpredictable and wholly unreliable. Nevertheless, because he was due for release, Ray promised him $1,000 if he could locate Clyde and arrange to have a number of weapons planted in the prison farm compound.

On January 12, 1934, James visited the house of Ray's brother, Floyd Hamilton, hoping to contact Clyde through him. James then accompanied Floyd to a deserted road near Irving, TX. After waiting several minutes, a black V-8 pulls up alongside them. Bonnie and Clyde were inside, staring intently at James Mullens. James was just about the last person on earth Clyde wanted to see. Floyd and James outlined the plan to him as Clyde sat in peeved silence, playing with the safety catch on his automatic rifle. 3 things bothered him: Ray's big mouth, the memory of Ray's refusal to help with the raid in 1932, and James Mullens. Convinced that James was setting a trap, Clyde wanted no part in it unless James took front row action and planted the guns himself. James went pale. He turned to Floyd and said, "I'm not doing that alone. You're coming with me!" Floyd reluctantly agreed.

Before dawn on January 14, Bonnie and Clyde dropped off Floyd and a trembling James half a mile from the main prison compound of Eastham Camp 1. Floyd and James made it through the thick pine forest and through the barbed wire perimeter surrounding the prison. Inside a bound rubber inner tube, a pair of Colt .45 automatics were concealed beneath the drainage culvert near the woodpile at the prison's Camp 1. They exited across the brightly lit prison yard crawling on their hands and knees to the main road. At one point the camp dogs started howling and barking in their kennels, but the guards paid no attention. Clyde then drove to Dallas and dropped off Floyd, but he kept James in the car so he could keep an eye on him. He still didn’t trust James.

Floyd Hamilton returned to Eastham the following day for his regular biweekly visit with his younger brother, Ray, who was serving 266 years in prison for auto theft, armed robbery, and murder. During that visit, Floyd filled Ray in on the details of the prison break. On Monday, an inmate named Aubrey Skelley set out to retrieve the weapons. Aubrey was a building tender, a trusty position that allowed him to move about the prison with a certain amount of freedom. He managed to smuggle the inner tube into the Camp 1 dormitory and deliver it to Joe Palmer. Joe, serving 25 years for robbery, hid the tube and its contents in his mattress. Word that the break would take place the following morning reached the two other prisoners who would take part—Henry Methvin, serving 10 years for robbery and attempted murder, and Hilton Bybee. Hilton was a killer who tried escaping from the Wichita County Jail with Ralph Fults. At Ralph's request, he was added to the list.

[gornackeaterofworlds]

i know i’m like 12 hours late but PLEASE tell me about prison lineup and mikey liking his chains around your legs!!

Prison lineup is my silly name for the official side profiles of Butterfly Effect characters! A snippet:

And the Mikey one....is pure porn

[cauli-flawa]

GGROOOAARGGHRARGRGHAAAAARGGH

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"ALLIED PLANES PULVERIZE AXIS MOTOR CONVOY ON TUNISIA ROAD," Toronto Star. January 5. 1943. Page 2. ---- WRECKED IN ITS TRACKS, this Axis motor convoy was stopped dead by Allied planes as it rolled along a road in Tunisia. Every vehicle was knocked out. Roaring ahead, Allied planes are pounding the Germans and Italians in Tunis and Bizerte, while armored ground forces feel out enemy positions in preparation for what may be a quick stab to the sea between the two strongholds.

THIS WOUNDED NAZI soldier, being taken from an Allied ambulance by German prisoners, was struck by machine-gun fire when four German planes strafed the ambulance on a road in Tunisia, despite its big Red Cross markings. The driver, killed as he tried to open the door to let out the wounded, lies where he fell. Major William Yarborough, Seattle, Wash., French liaison officer with the U.S. forces, stands by with a rifle.

[engagemythrusters]

honestly I think Kanan and Fenn Rau should be buddies

[izzy-b-hands]

"Mhm," Frenchie muses, a hand on his chin. "See, I think a little to the left."

"Like this?" Ed scoots the freshly looted black leather chair a bit left.

"Little more."

"The room," Izzy sighs deeply. "Is empty."

"Fuck Iz, thanks for the reminder," Ed grumbles. "Miss all the stupid books."

"We could-"

"I'm fucking aware I could buy more books!" Ed snaps in Izzy's direction. "Any other useful advice?"

Ed peers down to Izzy's foot and grimaces. "Go clean that up again. Disgusting."

Izzy doesn't say a word. He stumbles out, clearly infected foot dragging along with him.

"Hey," Frenchie says softly when the door is fully shut again. "Breathe. Chair is gonna look fine wherever it goes in the end."

"Stede would know where it looks best," Ed crumples into the chair and tears.

"Maybe, but you can discuss that with him later," Frenchie continues. Helping Ed through these moments has kept him alive thus far.

Plus, he really wants to see him feeling better. If he wants to be the Kraken, let him, but at least while approaching something like happy.

"He's dead," Ed sniffs. "You know that."

"We heard a wild rumor that he fought a jungle cat," Frenchie rolls his eyes and strides over to sit by the chair. "That's not fucking true."

Ed glares at him.

"What?! It can't be! Regular cats can already kill you with infection," Frenchie scoffs. "And it's Stede! Has he even been around a regular cat to have the vaguest idea how to handle a jungle one?"

The glare slips to a confused frown. "Did you have a cat back at home?"

"It doesn't matter," Frenchie spits it out too quickly, and he knows Ed will bring the topic up again later. "The point is, he's out there alive somewhere, and I don't believe that he isn't looking for you."

"I want you to be right," Ed sniffles and reaches down for Frenchie's hand. "Please be right."

Frenchie squeezes Ed's hand. "I will be."

--

"Fuck," Jim grimaces at Izzy's foot. "You need a doctor. No, you need Roach. He'd know if we can save it or not, plus he could do the amputation if we can't, and he'd probably make what's edible of your foot into something good for Buttons."

Izzy stares. "I asked how bad it was."

"Yeah, and I answered."

Izzy nods. "Suppose you did. Think we ought to...I mean, if we cut it off now..."

Jim shakes their head. "Again, we. Need. Roach. We're just gonna kill you faster if we do this ourselves."

"You don't think he won't just out and out kill me? Because I have to admit, were I him, this would be a golden opportunity to-"

"Do you wanna die?!"

Jim's fury dies down with the end of their shout. "Sorry."

"No," Izzy sighs. "That's a good question. I don't know if I know the answer to it anymore. You?"

"...I don't know either."

Izzy hops off the barrel he'd jumped to sit on with a loud pained groan. "I wonder what Ed and Frenchie would have as an answer."

"Bet I can guess," Jim sighs and forces Izzy to take their arm to lead him to a proper chair. It doesn't matter where or which, as long as it isn't the nice new one Ed looted.

"Yeah. I think I can too."

Jim tries not to think about that, or about what might happen if Izzy succumbs to the infection that leaves him readily clinging to their arm.

[bigpussytown]

spent 30 days in kenshi levelling strength, and because i had to do the walking anyway i sold off my base's exports for almost 400k cats

[westdallasgang]

Bonnie and Clyde raid the Eastham Prison Farm:

At 6am on January 16, 1934, the gang slipped quietly in their black Ford V-8 through the dense fog rising from nearby the Trinity River. With lights extinguished, the Ford parked just beyond a narrow bridge. Clyde and James stepped out with loaded BARs tucked under their arms, capable of firing a 20-round clip of 30.06 armor-piercing shells in less than 3 seconds. The two men crouched along the creek bank and waited. At 7am Clyde detected movement beyond them. The ghost-like images of a line of prisoners slowly materialized in the distance. The white denim of their prison uniform glowed with an eerie radiance. Guards bearing weapons accompanied the line. Soon the field was covered with prison work crews, each preparing to clear the land for the spring planting and cutting wood to stoke the camp stoves. Guard Olan Bozeman had already noticed Ray moved from his own group and joined Joe Palmer, Henry Methvin, and Hilton Bybee.

The guard chose not to take action. Until they moved farther. He then called for a mounted guard to hold a gun on Ray so that he could be whipped with a trace chain, just as he had planned. At that point, the men were less than a 100 feet from the creek where Clyde and James were hiding. Major Joseph Crowson, who had repeatedly beaten Joe in the past, was called on by Bozeman. While the two guards conversed, Joe walked up as if to ask a question. He turned to Crowson, leveled his gun, and fired a single round into the guard's stomach, knocking him off his horse. Crowson died instantly. Shocked at what just occured, Bozeman pulled the trigger at Joe. Joe ducked just as a charge of buckshot sailed past his head, a lone pellet creasing his temple. Joe fired two shots. A bullet teared the shotgun from Bozeman's hands and another wounding him in the hip.

Ray fired one shot when the clip popped from its housing and tumbled to the muddy ground. Virtually disarmed, Ray searched for his clip in the mud as Joe helplessly fought it out alone. Clyde and James then reared up and fired shots above the heads of the startled men in the field. While guards and prisoners alike were diving on their stomachs, Ray, Joe, Henry, and Hilton ran for their life. Bonnie sounded the car horn from the getaway car, using it as a beacon for the fleeing men. 3 guards started running as fast as they could in the opposite direction, leaving the 4 of them unguarded. Taking advantage of this, a convict named J.B. French slipped quietly into the pines and made his way to the Trinity River on foot. He was captured the following day without ever meeting the men responsible for his brief taste of freedom.

"Nobody but Ray and Joe can get in the car," James called out. "Everybody else go back." Clyde snapped. "You shut your damned mouth, Mullens, this is my car! I'm handling this!" The fleeing men jumped in the vehicle. As the distant whine of prison sirens came closer, Clyde shifted to first and sped away. Roadblocks sprang up in nearly every town between Dallas and Crockett, but Clyde outflanked them all by driving cross-country through farm after farm. In Hillsboro, TX, Clyde stopped for gas. The attendant spoke excitedly as he serviced the getaway car. "Did you hear about Ray Hamilton escaping from prison?" he asked. "No, really?" Clyde said. "Yeah! Bonnie and Clyde just walked right into the dining room this morning and took Ray out while everybody was eating!" Bonnie and Clyde were amused. As they fled Texas, the gang switched vehicles often. They decided to rob a bank to pay James his $1,000. The gang eventually split and went their seperate ways until things cooled down. Hilton was the only one who got captured and was sent back to prison.

[madsmilfelsen]

[historydailyfrancischappellblack]

The Great Raid, January 30, 1945 – Part 2 Following are 74 photographs taken during the Raid at Cabanatuan / The Great Raid, which involved the rescue of roughly 500 Allied POWs & Civilians from a Japanese POW camp near Cabanatuan, Nueva Ecija, Philippines by US Army Rangers, Alamo Scouts, and Philippine guerrillas on January 30, 1945. For more see our entry for January 30. Subscribe to…