Father of four, Lam Loung, Confessed to police that he had tossed his four children aged: 4 Months, 1, 2 & 3 years old from the highest point of the Dauphin Island bridge, 80 feet, into fifty-five feet of water. He later withdrew his confession stating that his wife and a friend had taken the children.
The body of Danny, the four-month old baby was found on Saturday some five miles from the bridge in Mobile Bay Alabama and the search extended west towards the State of Mississippi boarder though there is little hope that the children will be found alive.
The police are no longer in any doubt that the father Lam Loung murdered the four children and have called on the services of a number of Alabama and Mississippi police departments including the Mobile County Police Departments Flotilla who believe they have, using sonar equipment, discovered the three children’s bodies but have been unable to recover them due to the strong current.,
An autopsy has revealed that the youngest child died of blunt force trauma and drowning. Breaking news is that another child has been recovered though not identified.
Lam Loung has been charged with the murders of the four children and can expect to receive life without parole or the electric chair. It has been reported that Lam Loung made a telephone call to his family and explained that he murdered the children because he wanted to be famous. He also asked for a carton of cigarettes be sent to the prison where he is being held.
One would have to questions this man’s sanity at the time and since he murdered these four poor little children. What would drive a man to throw one child over the bridge and then return to the car to collect and throw the next child and the next until you had disposed of all four children. The act has been blamed on a matrimonial argument, one cannot image what a wife had to say to drive a man to committee such a heinous crime even if she claimed the children were not his as a man you might, out of anger, abandon the children you have cared for and loved but you would soon miss them. It has been reported that the older child was fathered by another man and Lamloung knew this.
The author of this article has spent sometime in Mobile Alabama, the area is very Gone With The Wind and a strong Southern Accent, the women are extremely beautiful and the populace very friendly, property price are reasonable and the area is also very beautiful. The area has a strong Baptist backgrounds to fall back on and help overcome the shock of this tragedy.
There was a report in the national newspapers that said recent research showed that it takes women three years of her life to put on her makeup for an evening out. Women live a lot longer than men so if we said a women on averaged lived until she was eighty and during her lifetime only went out four times a month then she would spend about five to ten minutes putting on makeup and as a man I know this research is ridicules and inaccurate, women do not take that long to put on makeup.
The truth is the research was limited and the question that should have been asked is how long does it take you to prepare to makeup. You only have to mention to a woman that you have been invited somewhere in several weeks time and the preparations begin with several hours on the telephone to friends, then come the questions: who will be there, where is it, what time do we have to arrive, is it formal or just friends.
There will be a day or two several weeks before the event where your home and bedroom will be full of women you have never met before prancing around half naked wearing your wife’s cloths. You will begin to wonder how you have managed with one suite a jacket, several shirts and a couple of ties since you got married. What you see in front of you now is the sorting room in an Oxfam shop and you know that within a day or two all those cloths will be in an Oxfam shop.
Your partner if she is a woman will have nothing to wear, the cloths are old, tired, the colours no longer fashionable, they have been worn more than once and nothing matches. Several hundred pounds will then be spent on lingerie, shoes, dresses and more. You will ask the question, Wasn’t one enough?” Of course one was not enough; there are other things to be taken into consideration including where the sun rises and what time it will set on the day. An artist painting a landscape may wait weeks for the right light and your partner does not have the freedom to make that choice, you made the arrangements without consulting with her so you have to put up with the consequences and costs for the landscape job that is about to take place.
At least two weeks before the event your home will once again be invaded by women you might recall trying on your wife’s old and tired cloths, today they are just looking and in their own unique way complementing your partner on her choices and her fashion sense. You know this does not bode well, that having spent a month’s income on cloths there are going to be tears when you say, “no more.” As a man you will be amazed at how women who are close friends and might even be related can destroy their close friend’s confidence with a few off the cuff remarks and you wish you had similar abilities when it came to office politics.
There will be a week of buying makeup, several days having stray hairs removed from places women never grow it including nipples, you dare not ask who would have noticed or who did she intend to show her nipples? The night or morning before the event a hairdresser would have been blackmailed with a promise of several hundred pounds if he stays open late or opens early and even more if he comes round your home.
At dawn on the day you will be woken by your partner panicking that time is running out, generals preparing for battle might spend a few moments preparing to meet their maker with a cup of tea and possibly even a cigarette, not your partner. You are now expected to move at the same pace even though you have no cause to do so, you will also be swept up in the panic and dragged along as the theory of relativity is put to the test and your partner squeezes three hours out of an hour and you are left exhausted in a corner praying for the end of the world.
What was once a bedroom for two can now hardly accommodate one as cloths are spread across the bed and hung from picture rails, your meagre apparel is hung on the outside of the bedroom door so that you can change on the landing.
Over the next six hours you are going to have to learn to become one of the world’s best diplomats, if you had a sister this just might be the time to remember how she was when the dreaded hormones took over her life,. You are never going to be right, there are going to be tears, raised voices and foot stamping that over the years you have probably become accustom.
The first hour will be used to bathe and remove all those preparations that were plastered on her face over night. Then there is the moisturising having defoliated, you might be asked to help, your best bet is to have something to do on the car as you will get covered in less oil and grease removing and replacing the engine than you will helping your partner. What is happening in your bathroom would, if it happened at sea, be called a disaster and appeals would be launched to rescue the wildlife as oil is splashed around lavishly.
Looking like something out of an Arab harem your partner will appear having spent several hours away from the light protected by a bathrobe, probably yours, and a towel wrapped around her head. She will prepare lunch, two porkpies for you and a dry cracker for her with black tea or coffee, anything else would cause her to add several pounds and ruin the cloths.
Time is passing and there are things to be done -- what earrings, rings, bracelets, etc, what lingerie, she tries on the lingerie, stands in front of the TV and asks, “Is it sexy?” You rise to the event with a suggestion and she complains it will take too long when usually she moans it was not long enough. You wonder why something that will never be seen by anyone other than you needs to be sexy, she could have saved pounds buying something cheaper like she does with your underwear from the pound shop.
The next few hours are taken up with removing whatever she put on her face soon after the bath, applying another cream, then powders and paints with brushes and sticks, the transformation is amazing and you recall the pretty teenager you fell in love with who wore no makeup, had her hair pulled back in a ponytail, wore Wellingtons, scruffy jeans and an old stretched green jumper and the only thing she had on her face was a streak of horse muck on her cheek and you wonder what went wrong.
There is an hour to go so you go off to the bathroom to prepare, there is no hot water for a shower and shave so you shower in cold, you lather your face and the first razor is blunt from shaving her legs, you try to find a new razor but she has used them all so you scrabble around in the bin and use an old semi blunt razor you threw away days ago and leave the bathroom with toilet paper stuck to your face in the hope of stemming the flow of blood.
You dress on the landing, the shirt is tired as is the tie and the suit is a little tight on the waist and shoulders, you cannot see what a worn out wreck you look as your partner has taken over all the mirrors in the house. You complain about the suite and suggest getting a new one, she placates you by telling you how much she likes the suite and how sexy you looked in it when you first met and how expensive men’s cloths are and how they are made to last much longer and unlike women’s are not affected by fashion.
She, like something rising majestically from the sea appears from the bedroom, brushes a kiss towards your cheek without touching in case it disturbs the lipstick and she asks, “Are you ready?” You stand before her trying to remove the toilet paper from your face without bleeding and feeling as if you are about to be cut in half by the waistband of your trousers you guide the woman you love towards the waiting taxi. A taxi with wide doors and spacious seats so that she brushes up against nothing. She checks and rechecks refreshing lipstick and powder as the venue approaches.
On arrival she greets those she knows buy telling them how much she loves them and how much she has missed them and how nice it is to see them once again. Her head remains static but her eyes move quickly up and down each woman she meets as she examines them and makes comment: “How lovely you look, it must have taken you ages.” or “what lovely shoes, I nearly brought them myself.” and “what a lovely dress I have always admired it.” or “have I seen that dress before, of course I have, there was one very much like it in the Oxfam window.”
Having got her own back for whatever remarks were made the last time she met these women your partner has had a good time and is ready to return home even though the evening has just begun. She complains that men talk too much about their work and when the men change the conversation to suite the women they realise there is little they have in common and wondered how they spent so many hours talking when they first met.
The party ends you return home and half an hour is spent removing makeup, you go to bed, brush lips and as you say goodnight you recall the article and smile to yourself and realise it must have been written by a woman as you and I know it takes a woman at least a week to think about it and gather opinions, three years! That is just for weddings and Christenings.
Freed on a $125,000 bail on September the 19th after Simpson and others were arrested in Las Vegas on charges including kidnap and robbery. Simpson’s defence has been that he was recovering personal property from two dealers in sports memorabilia.
Simpson in breach of his bail condition whilst in Florida was placed into the custody of his bail bondsman awaiting return to the Las Vegas Court and the possibility of being remanded in custody. Simpson’s lawyers had been contacted by the press but they have not responded.
O J Simpson, now sixty-years-old, was a former NFL running back, broadcaster and actor who was accused of murdering his wife, tried and acquitted in a criminal court in
1995 though later was found liable for the death of his wife and her
friend, Ronald Goldman, in a civil where he was ordered to pay damages
of $33.5 million though has paid little of this judgement.
It appears once you are on the slippery slope there
is little to stop the slide as OJ now faces trial for robbery with a
deadly weapon, burglary with a firearm, assault with a deadly weapon,
first-degree kidnap with a deadly weapon, which carries a possible life
sentence and several dozen other charges so this time will the Teflon
man walk free? We shall have to wait and see.
There are a number of very important issues for Kent and in particular East Kent that arose over the past week and has come as a shock to many, the shock being that we have a government and two political parties that have had to face
reality and permit the building of new nuclear power stations and a new
coal burning power station at Richborough . Over the next weeks and
months we are going to hear all the reasons why they should not be
built and few reasons why they should.
There is a question of security, it is so easy for terrorists to attack them and blow them up though the two nuclear power stations in Kent have avoided that problem as have the several dozen that receive little mention along the French Channel coastline. The problem is we are all going to glow in the dark and
we are going to contaminate this green and pleasant land.
True, but we have been contaminating this green and pleasant land for several centuries and only recently have we started to do something about it and both nuclear and coal burning power stations could be the answer in reducing contamination.
The human is very selective in what he wants to believe and will ignore the biggest polluter of this green and pleasant land, the motorcar. Not far from where I live are members of Save The Earth running round in vehicles that should have been scrapped thirty years ago, have protested at the closure of a petrol station and signed a petition for the extension of an airport runway. They have also expressed concern that an Indian Industrialist has designed a car for £1,000 so there will be several billion new motor cars polluting the atmosphere on the Asian cotenant. How dare they, they should stick to natural forms of transport that they have used for thousands of years, next the Chinese will be building this car for its people.
The motor car has scared our countryside, fills our town with noxious gasses, and has been damaging the environment for over one-hundred years and we insist it stays. Has killed and is killing thousands of people each year by accident and respiratory diseases. Cigarettes were once thought to be the biggest killer it must now be the car. In the 1950s when nearly everyone smoked, when the world was full of coal burning power stations every few miles and there were few cars on the road there were few children suffering from Asthma
today every other kid has a respiratory problem or allege yet no one has said ban the combustion/ compression engine it is killing our kids.
God forbid that we show that much concern for our children, how would we shop, how would we get around, how would we survive? They did it once, they walked, caught buses and trains or stayed at home and made sure they knew what there kids were doing.
What we did with the motor car was make new laws to improve it because it was and has become an intrinsic part of our lives, and we will go on improving the motor car until we find a new fuel or cheaper way to power it. We should have done the same with nuclear and coal power, we should have kept building power stations and improving the technology until we had systems that produced little pollution and were relatively safe.
The problem is that we are now about fifty years behind as we squandered precious recourses such as natural gas and oil. We can afford to invest money in coal and nuclear technologies as they appear to be cheaper on a pound per kilowatt investment bases than the land hungry windmills. But I imagine that we are going to have people protesting, laying in the roads and climbing trees. If we do not resolve the power problem quickly we will all be back in the trees
A cheeky conman man telephoned a Barclays Bank call centre and told them he was Marcus Agius the £800,000 a year chairman of the bank and he wanted a credit card. Having answered all the questions correctly a credit card was issued.
Several days later the cheeky conman took the credit card to a high street branch of the bank and withdrew £10,000. When the fraud was discovered the bank refunded Agius, they confirmed that there were one or two procedures the bank failed to carry out during the course of the application and when the £10,000 was withdrawn.
You can understand how the mistake occurred as many of us, the banks customers, have never seen a manager in over twenty years many of the staff have probably never seen a chairman in a lifetime. What is also amazing is that the branch had £10,000 in cash. The last time I tried to drawn £10,000 cash I had to wait until the bank had been closed an hour and they worked out that they might need in the morning. Still, it helps when you are the chairman
Barclays Bank Staff if ever you get confused the next time you are asked for £10,000 and he says he is the chairman make sure he looks like the man above.
It appears the Telegraph has death on the mind or there is very little interesting news to report from around the world. We do not need too much convincing that we are not only running out of space to build new homes we are also running out of space to bury the dead.
The Victorians recognised this problem and began building crematoriums the most majestic of these I believe to be the North London Crematorium at Golders Green. I say that because the majority of my ancestors from the past one-hundred years are scattered there as are some of the most famous British people. The Victorians’ thought that it would be a little like a library or block of flats with row upon row of shelves and cubby holes were we could store our loved ones ashes. Regrettably, they ran out of space.
A similar problem has occurred in churches and the graveyards have run out of space. The Church has now agreed to woodland burials and have, in some areas, consecrated the ground for Christian burial. This was a very urgent matter as many towns in England no longer had space to bury the dead.
There has been some concern that the Church of England, having had difficulty managing and caring for graves near churches will find it even more difficult to care for woodland graves that may be some distance from a church. The Church of England dismiss this though have made it know that there will be no gravestones only biodegradable wooden plaques; they have also suggested that a tree be planted with the body.
Tree and body planting would probably be more acceptable to many than heating and lighting the crematorium. Folkestone Magazine would like to take that a little further and suggest the burial be handled by the family and a tree chopped down and hollowed out and used as a coffin. The bark, branches and chippings could be put to one side for Indian Funerals. A woodland funeral could become a regular event for families bringing them back together. The celebrity chefs could show us how to prepare backed potatoes in their jackets, hot roast chestnuts and mulled wine for the winter and light smoked salmon salads using woodland herbs for the warmer days.
It appears the Telegraph has death on the mind or there is very little interesting news to report from around the world. We do not need too much convincing that we are not only running out of space to build new homes we are also running out of space to bury the dead.
The Victorians recognised this problem and began building crematoriums the most majestic of these I believe to be the North London Crematorium at Golders Green. I say that because the majority of my ancestors from the past one-hundred years are scattered there as are some of the most famous British people. The Victorians’ thought that it would be a little like a library or block of flats with row upon row of shelves and cubby holes were we could store our loved ones ashes. Regrettably, they ran out of space.
A similar problem has occurred in churches and the graveyards have run out of space. The Church has now agreed to woodland burials and have, in some areas, consecrated the ground for Christian burial. This was a very urgent matter as many towns in England no longer had space to bury the dead.
There has been some concern that the Church of England, having had difficulty managing and caring for graves near churches will find it even more difficult to care for woodland graves that may be some distance from a church. The Church of England dismiss this though have made it know that there will be no gravestones only biodegradable wooden plaques; they have also suggested that a tree be planted with the body.
Tree and body planting would probably be more acceptable to many than heating and lighting the crematorium. Folkestone Magazine would like to take that a little further and suggest the burial be handled by the family and a tree chopped down and hollowed out and used as a coffin. The bark, branches and chippings could be put to one side for Indian Funerals. A woodland funeral could become a regular event for families bringing them back together. The celebrity chefs could show us how to prepare backed potatoes in their jackets, hot roast chestnuts and mulled wine for the winter and light smoked salmon salads using woodland herbs for the warmer days.
Do you remember Major Malcolm Nicolson 0f the Folkestone Pipe Band of the same name. We want to write about the Major for our Folkestone People section. Though we have found several articles relating to the Major and his wife we really would like a personal view and photographs. Please email if you can help
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