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Do the stones at Stonehenge have previously undiscovered 'sonic' properties? Click HERE.
Photo: Artist's conception from www.phantomsandmonsters.com
2am, September 3rd, 1965, what happened that night in New Hampshire has come to be known at 'The Incident at Exeter'. Click the LINK.
Photo: By LeCire and modified by Mabifixem
'Three 'Greys' in my room'. Read the terrifying 1st person account HERE.
Photo: By US Government (Transfered by Matanya/Original uploaded by Geoffreyderuiter)
General's death bed confession: Roswell was an alien crash and one of them survived. Click HERE for the story and video!
But Glen Wolsieffer found time to snicker once or twice when we spoke recently about that day in 1986 when he killed his wife, Betty.
Time to publicly explain what happened, I said as we talked on the phone. Time for remorse, I said. Time to tell us why you strangled Betty, 32, and then blamed her cold and terrible death on an "intruder" you claimed came out of nowhere and knocked you unconscious.
His case languished for more than three years before his arrest in 1989. A year later, he went to trial in Luzerne County Court, and in June 1992 he reported to state prison to begin serving his sentence. The story attracted national attention and became the subject of a book, "Murder at 75 Birch," that was developed into a TV movie of the same name that aired in 1999.
Back in 2005, after sticking to his "I'm an innocent man" story and spending almost 13 years behind bars after a jury convicted him of third-degree murder, the former dentist told members of the state parole board that he "took responsibility" for his crime.
That admission secured his release.
But now I have to wonder if Glen, 60, has taken responsibility for anything.
"I told them I did it so I could get out," Glen said.
"So you lied?" I asked.
"I didn't want to do seven more years," he said.
Glen said he told the parole board a lot over the years that resulted in his bid for parole being rejected five times out of six.
"Survival of the dumbest," he said.
"So now you're saying you didn't kill Betty?" I asked.
Glen didn't answer the question.
"I could tell you right now I didn't do it and you wouldn't believe me,"
"Why can't you just tell me why you killed Betty?" I asked.
"You want to know something that nobody else does," he said.
"Why did you do it?" I asked. "Why did you kill Betty?"
"There's no reason why I killed Betty," Glen said.
Glen seemed flustered, scattered and talking in circles. His voice was soft, not weak but not strong, his words interrupted a few time by nervous laughter at inappropriate times.
"Are you telling me now, today that you didn't kill Betty?" I asked.
Glen said nothing.
"That's over," he said of the eight-to-20-year sentence a judge handed down after jurors convicted him of third-degree murder, missing a first-degree conviction that would have imprisoned him for life, by one vote.
The maximum is up, Glen said.
"That sentence is over," he said.
"Your sentence is never over," I said.
"Why are you bringing up that when you called to talk about Denise Thomas?" Glen asked.
Elected in November, Thomas is a Greater Wilkes-Barre Area School District school board member who has exchanged recent Facebook comments with Glen on her page. A listener I have known for years sent me page shots of those comments. In one exchange, Glen responded to Thomas about her anger over comments made about the school district by a WILK News Radio host who filled in for me when I was on vacation.
"A wannabe Corbett. LOL," Glen wrote. "That is dangerous."
Glen "laughing out loud" at me deserved a response.
So I called him recently.
"After everything that happened, you want to taunt me? " I asked.
"You do a lot that isn't correct and isn't right," I said.
"Everybody does," he said.
"Not as bad as you," I said.
This was the second time Glen and I had talked in a little more than a year.
On Aug. 30, 2012, the anniversary of Betty's death, I had gone looking for him on Magnolia Avenue in Wilkes-Barre where I understood he lived with his mother. Glen wasn't home but a neighbor told me about him sitting on a lawn chair in the driveway, day after day, chain-smoking cigarettes and looking gaunt.
"He told me he's seeing a counselor," the neighbor said.
I found out later that day that city police had responded months before to a report of a man sitting alone in his car smoking cigarettes at the end of Birch Street, where Glen, Betty and 5-year-old Danielle lived when daddy killed mommy. Glen was the man in the car. Police shooed him away without a charge and filed a formal report on the incident. The police report says officers found Glen alone in his car near Birch Street more than once.
Glen, who listed his phone number on a federal court document when he filed for bankruptcy in 2011, answered the phone when I called the following day. At that point we hadn't spoken to each other in about 23 years.
I told Glen that I had stopped by his house to see him, that maybe it was time for us to talk.
Glen softly said he didn't want to talk about Betty's murder
I told him that I heard he wasn't feeling well. I told him that talking might help. I told him that telling the truth always helps.
I told Glen that we would talk another time. I said I would call him again.
"Okay, bud," he said.
On my most recent call a few weeks ago, I reminded Glen that I was polite and respectful when we spoke last year.
"I was being fair and didn't want to push you into a corner," I said. "Some people were worried that you might kill yourself," I said.
Glen said nothing.
But the Facebook "laugh out loud" was too much, I said.
Glen said he understood.
"You and I need to sit down and talk about this," I said.
CorbettCam breathes and smolders and ignites and offers a heated respite from the same cold leftover television news features and alleged commentary that plagues our news at 11.
Television news gets dull and duller. So do the anchors, walking, talking personality disorders who are overpaid and way too impressed with themselves.
CorbettCam takes it to the streets.
News coverage is changing, of course. Online video is all the rage but when it comes to real rage, how many cute kitty cat tales can you swallow before your Youtube clogs and you take a choking fit on 21st Century technology? How much inane babble from young people so hip that it hurts can we take?
Hipsters are posers are inauthentic are doomed. College loan debt has turned them inward. Generation Device is one big dysfunctional app. Listening to them is enough to send anybody off the edge. So, for you young people (20 to 35) too hip for your own good and older people so dull, competitive and ego-driven that their hair must hurt, I bring you CorbettCam – alive and strong and breathing fire from the mountain.
The new feature on WILK TV, accessed by going to wilknewsradio.com, brings you a very real look at the scene of the crime and the grime, a reality-based commentary with satire and action shots, interviews and, of course, my personal brand of commentary that is unlike anything you have ever seen.
That’s why I’m Corbett, painful as my identity can sometimes be. But I’ve worked all my life to become what I am today, for better or for worse. For 62 years I’ve cultivated and reshaped myself so I can deliver local news, commentary and analysis of our community in ways that sometimes even surprises me.
For most of the decades of my journalism career I’ve relied and depended on the written word.
In this new medium, I am spoken word – a cross between a poet and a pirate, a media messiah with a message the powerful often don’t like to hear. Holy CorbettCam, do I like that characterization. Come to me little degenerate corrupt politicians.
Political commentary is, in fact, sacred.
My mission is a crusade.
And you’re part of the drama.
The first CorbettCam adventure, with intrepid videographer to the stars Karel Zubris and Hulk Hogan look-a-like producer/bodyguard Crockett, captured our journey to find the next Scranton mayor.
The race was coal country nasty, pitting Jim “Kiss Me I’m A Deadbeat” Mulligan” against black belt karate “Grand Master” Bill Courtright who absolutely refused to divulge the deep West Side secret teaching that resulted in his alleged 8th degree martial arts ranking.
The video is an award-winner and will be entered in this year’s Canned Film Festival in South Side.
Last week’s video took us to the dark side of the Wilkes-Barre/Scranton International Airport where landing passenger jets has become a possible “lights out” operation that one day could result in a crash and burn that kills everybody on board because the bad weather landing lights have been out and have not been replaced for at least nine months.
The Federal Aviation Administration, by the way, failed to get back to me o that one.
As financially unstable as Northeastern Pennsylvania has become, the FAA could at least send body bags.
Next week, we’re headed to the sewer for a national Boycott Yuengling beer protest. Or maybe to a homicide scene in Wilkes-Bare – we have 13 so far this year so take your pick. Maybe we’ll visit my fragile Democratic congressman Matt Cartwright to ask why he won’t talk to me anymore after I was his biggest media supporter during the campaign when even powerful Democrats like U.S. Sen. Bobby Casey rooted against him. Or maybe we’ll hunt down federal convict Bob Mellow as he relaxes at the halfway house on our dime.
With CorbettCam, anything is possible.
But I need your help. Let me know where you’d like to send CorbettCam next. If I take your suggestion, I’ll give you a free CorbettCam “You better Listen” t-shirt and you can come to the Canned Film Festival in South Side.
OK, so the festival is still in the planning stages. How about a canned ham? Or canned Spam? Or better yet, canned yams?
So far we’ve got two CorbettCam episodes under our belts. I foresee so many successful future adventures that we’ll be able to run them around the clock on a CorbettCam channel.
Even young people, tweeters as I call them, will one day accept the truth that CorbettCam shall set them free.
This project is a 3d representation of vimanas created by Guru Prasad Narayanan, M.Sc. Digital Video & Special Effects,
Leeds Metropolitan University 2012
Have US soldiers in Afghanistan vanished trying to unearth a 'vimana'? Click HERE.
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IBUs: 28 /
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Malt: BOM / BOM Hops: European Aromatic, East Kent Goldings, Styrian Goldings, American Cascade / East Kent Goldings & Styrian Goldings
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This week's edition of Tinfoil Hat Tuesday begins with a curious tale of coincidence...or something more!
King Umberto met a restaurant owner named Umberto who could have been his twin. Both of them were married to women named Margherita. Both had sons named Vittorio. And that's just the beginning! Click HERE!
16 creepy things kids have said. And there are some creepy ones HERE!
We complain because the UFO and Bigfoot pictures are always fuzzy and grainy but when they're not fuzzy and grainy we think they're fake? You be the judge of this encounter in Michigan about two weeks ago. Click HERE!
From 'PhantomsandMonsters.com', alien abduction in northeast PA? Click the picture for the full story!
Did the Kraken exist after all? CLICK HERE for the story.
Mom finds deadly Brazilian spider's nest on bananas. CLICK here for the creepy details.