Rather than pick just one Bad Breeder who was the worst in 2010 we thought that we’d bring the worst from each blogger here at (P)BB.
First up is ihavekids2…
Adam Baker – This one kills me for several reasons. First, it’s practically in my (and Trench’s) backyard. Second, this child survived CANCER … only to (probably) die at the hands of her breeder and/or step-breeder. This little girl got handed the shitty end of a short stick in life and she survived it, only to get moved to the other side of the world from everyone who knew and loved her, and might have helped her. Neither “parent” cares enough about this child to want to see her murder solved, probably because they themselves are responsible for it. And her biological mother is a shitbag too, because if she’d been part of Zahra’s life, like a mother is supposed to be, she might have been able to save this child.
James Edward “Juicy” Clampit – This is the guy who accidentally killed his baby son when he threw a soup bowl at the child’s mother while she was carrying the baby in her arms. I can almost wrap my head around the idea of parents intentionally harming or killing their kids. That’s evil. I get it that evil exists and manifests in horrible ways in this world. But for a parent to kill his child accidentally because he had a fit of rage and was just too stupid to control himself? That takes the cake for me. It is the height of negligence and fucktardary. If Juicy would have just taken a deep breath and counted to 10 he might not have tossed that soup bowl at his missus … and their baby boy might still be alive.
Adam Theall – This is the human excrement who executed his 3-month-old baby boy with a shotgun in front of police. I have a vivid imagination, and in one of my previous lives as a police reporter I have SEEN what a shotgun blast does to an adult body. I can envision what it must have done to a tiny, defenseless baby. Not only did this bastard murder an innocent baby, he did it in a horrific way intended to have the most impact on the witnesses. My heart breaks for the child’s mother, and for the cops who had to witness the murder. And I admire the incredible self-restraint it must have taken for them to not simply put a bullet in his head. No jury in the world would have convicted them if they had done exactly that.
Lyndsey Fiddler – Bitch put her 10-day-old baby in the washing machine and turned it on. I don’t care how fucked up you are on drugs or booze, shouldn’t there be SOME moment of moral awareness when you realize you don’t do that with a baby? And her utter lack of remorse is what bothers me most. Instead of being devastated at the loss of her child, this bitch tried to cover up the murder … by blaming her OWN mother.
Steven Nicholson – This one is my top pick. This is the shitbag who scalded and drowned not one, but TWO, of his babies to death in the same tub on the same night. First off, I don’t care HOW morally loose our society has become, having two babies with two separate women just months apart makes you nothing more than a penis with legs. Whether these babies’ deaths were accidental or intentional, Nicholson gets my vote for baddest breeder of the year. If it was an accident, why the fuck wasn’t he watching them? If it was intentional, why the fuck is he still breathing the same air as the real humans?
Next up is Jhilhan…
Jewel Marie Hendricks was the mother who decided that twins was just too much for her to deal with so she came to the conclusion that smothering her “least favourite” was the best course of action.
I think the words “least favourite” haunted my mind for weeks after first reading this article by Angel. I remember her saying : “…And she loved Daniel more than she loved Robert.” The concept still utterly floors me. The idea that should could take a two month old infant, break his clavicle and then wrap it in a blanket and shove it between her and the couch, knowing full well the baby would suffocate. Not only that, but then fall asleep for two and a half hours knowing that your baby is dying next to you. How does one do that? The very idea just rips my heart out.
I cannot find anything written about her husband and how he reacted. He was asleep in the next room when this monster smothered his baby boy. This frustrates me. This woman was married. Her husband apparently attempted CPR and called 911 immediately when he his wife alerted him to the fact one of the babies wasn’t breathing.
I have always felt that parenting was meant to be a two person job. I have seen single parents do a swell job on their own, don’t get me wrong, but ideally, having help and family support of some kind, makes a world of difference. My husband and I took turns with our little guy. If one of us was getting frustrated, the other would step in ASAP, no bickering, no questions asked…it was all about the little guy and our love for each other. The multiple levels of betrayal this woman has stooped to is mind boggling. Her betrayal of the child she killed. Her betrayal of the child that lives…that little boy gets to spend the rest of his life knowing HE was the “favourite” and the brother he will never get to meet, died for it. She also betrayed her husband.
If I may quote Dr. Seuss…””A person’s a person, no matter how small.” I want that to be repeated over and over at that bitch’s trial in February of 2011. She smothered him to obtain quiet, a “Better life.” Murder. This was an educated woman who just threw away a gift because it was inconvenient. She was able to look at a pair of two month old babies that she carried and decide which one lives and which one dies AND carry out the execution herself. Monster. Plain and simple.
In an update, it claims the father gave up custodial rights as well and the little boy has been adopted. I’m curious as to why the father gave up his rights? I am pleased to know perhaps the surviving child may have chance with parents who will not think him a burden and hopefully will never pick a favourite over him someday.
Now from Deena…
Dominick Calhoun was tortured for 4 long days by his mother’s live in boyfriend Brandon Hayes. He died after being removed from life support on April 12, 2010.
The particular story angers me for many reason bust mostly because, Corrine Baker, NEVER loved her son ENOUGH. She smoked crack while pregnant with him, causing him to be born with some developmental issues, she didn’t love him enough to stop the drugs for his little life.
Dominick peed his pants while sitting on the couch, at the apartment he shared with his mother, brother and Brandon Hayes. Brandon was enraged and so began the torture that ended his life; once again his mother didn’t love him enough to take him out of that house.
She has offered several excuses, Brandon beat her and held her hostage, but she left during the 4 days to seek medical treatment for herself, once again not loving her son enough to take him with her or to tell her parents who took her to the doctor about what he was enduring inside the apartment. Instead she phoned her boyfriend while out and conversed with him and even pledged her love, all the while her youngest son was slowly dying.
Had her sister not stopped by to purchase drugs from Brandon, who knows what may have come of Dominick’s body, because she is the one who notified his paternal grandfather, who brought the police and rescued the lil’ guy but it was too late. His small body had succumbed to the injuries, which included, burns, bruising; brain swelling and he even had his eyes gouged. All of this because he had accident, an accident mostly due to his developmental issues that were no fault of his, but his mother’s inability to clean up her act while carrying him.
Brandon referred to Dominick as a “crack baby that deserved to die” and die he did and both of these monsters make me sick! As much as I despise Brandon, I think I despise Corrine all the more for her failure to protect her child, she had failed him so much before, why couldn’t she this one time put him first? Why couldn’t she take him away or give him to his father who loved him or even one of the grandparents who loved him as well. She has stated she loved her son and tried to protect him but Brandon would beat her as well… I don’t care what he did to me, but I would die myself before I let my child endure what Dominick did. I have never been able to get the images of his last days out of my mind, as a mother I cannot bear to think about it.
A lot has been done here in Michigan to remember Dominick and most of it has been spear headed by Dominick’s paternal grandfather, who was brave enough to step in and try to save his life and did not let him die in vain. Because of Dominick this year needy children in state custody were given shoes, all donated by members of the Justice for Dominick group. I am proud to say I am a member of that very group. I lit a candle for him on his birthday and participated in the Facebook birthday party in his honor. He may have been young, when he was murdered but his light will shine for years to come and many will remember those big blue eyes forever.
Now from Nicole…
As I look back on 2010 I can think of a few great moments and a few very sad moments for me. One of my highlights was finding this site and soon becoming part of the clan!
I wish to touch base and bring up two sad stories that rocked my world this year.
First – I found this site because of Ethan Stacy. This little boy looked like the sweetest little creature. I can’t even imagine to horror he went through: begging his father not to send him to his mother’s, only once there being beaten, tortured and killed all while his mother got married and took pics on her cell phone and all within 9 days! – The horror of what they did to his sweet face to try and detour finding his identity – It gives me chills thinking about it and gives me nightmares. I have the biggest lump in my throat just giving you highlights. This story upsets me so much I can’t even go on.
Reading April’s original post and how passionate she told the story of what happened to this beautiful, wonderful and precious little boy not only read exactly the way I felt about the situation, but made me horribly aware and kept me freakishly attracted to this site!
Second – I hope and pray to the powers that be that Quindell Sherman dies. This horrible monster is the exact reason why there are people out there that believe in vigilante justice. I so wish I was present at the time he was arrested just so I could be the one to put a bullet in head and walk away knowing I did this world some good.
The things he did to his 3-month-old baby make me want to vomit. He threw him up the air, dragged him around the street, and slammed him to the ground and more. They found him hiding in a dumpster standing on top of the baby – I can only hope he was dead by then. All of this in broad daylight in front family and neighbors.
There are many others that have affected my daily thoughts and actions. These two stories in particular stood out and I will certainly never forget them. I have my calendar noted and will be following the trials for The Sloops and also for Casey Anthony – both I believe will be the biggest of 2011.
I wish everyone on this site, writers, readers, regular posters, onlookers and anyone who stumbles upon this site like I did a Happy and Healthy New Year.
Fan favorite and the driving force behind this site, April, offers up this poem that she posted in the comments about Stephanie Sloop…
My daddy loved me very much
He kept me safe and warm
You took me from my nice, safe home
And delivered me to harm
Why’d you do it mommy
I was your little boy
Nate picked me up and shook me, mom
And threw me like a toy
He punched me and kicked me
Until I was black and blue
You didn’t even leave him, mom
When he filled my mouth with pooh
You loved him more than you loved me
I see that now, it’s nice
But just for you, you stupid cunt
I paid the highest price
I hope you can sleep at night
Though haunted by my cries
I’m in a safe warm place again
Up in Heaven’s blue skies
Sleep well, mommy, in your cold, dark cell
And dream of me tonight
When Bertha climes into your bunk
She’s gonna DO you right
I hear they like pretty blonds in jail
Your gonna fit in well
And when they get through with your skanky ass
You’ll see them again… someday…. In Hell
Fuck you Stephanie Sloop – I hope you fucking rot!
♥ April, the mean girl
I hate Stephanie Sloop. She is another prime example of a selfish whore who’s vaginal needs were inconvenienced by an innocent child. One she could have left in the custody of a very loving biological father.
And last and most certainly least it’s yours truly, Trench Reynolds…
For 2010 there’s only one story that sticks out in my mind as the worst of 2010. As IHK2 mentioned above it happened kind of local to us which is only one factor in why I thought it was the worst. Another factor is that the story is so unbelievable you’d think it was from a really bad episode of CSI Miami. Between the fact that Adam Baker would drag his daughter from all the way around the world to be with what has been deemed the Sheen Cow or Elisa Baker’s propensity for grifting, in my opinion, it still seems like a poorly written story from a trashy detective magazine.
What makes it even worse is that poor Zahra Baker was a sweet child, who seemed to not have a harsh word towards anybody, was also disabled having lost her leg to cancer and had to wear hearing aids in both ears. Not to mention what we still don’t know. We don’t know how she died. We don’t know who killed her yet. We don’t know why she was killed. I think those unknowns make it just as bad as the fact that her body was brutally dismembered and just thrown away like a broken appliance that no longer serves a purpose.
Then throw on top that no one has been charged yet for Zahra Baker‘s death. A brutal murder to one so young and so helpless cries out for justice. I’m not talking about vigilante justice either. I’m talking about the kind of justice where there’s no doubt what so ever that the correct person or people have been tried, convicted and sentenced.
On a personal note as a lot of you know 2010 was a very tough year for me and I want to thank each and every one of you who helped me out. From my fellow bloggers to the ones who made donations to the readers who have commented or e-mailed their feedback.
From the bottom of my heart I thank you. And here’s wishing that we didn’t have to write any stories in 2011.