ERIE, Pennsylvania-

I suppose anyone who gambles long enough is bound to win some money eventually. Play long enough and the odds are, at some point, you will make a little cash back. But the question is, after years of gambling and dumping thousands upon thousands of dollars into the addiction, and when one finally wins some money, are they ahead of the game or still behind? For most people the answer is behind, after all, if people won more money than they lost, casinos would be out of business. Naturally, over a lifetime, some fortunate people will win more than they donate to the house, but those rare individuals are few and far between.

In Erie, Pennsylvania, an unidentified 55-year-old man didn’t strike it rich on the slot machines at the Erie’s Presque Isle Downs & Casino, but he did win enough to make anyone smile, $2,001 to be exact. If I was a gambler (which I’m not) and I won $2K you’d sure see a big smile on my face. But for this lucky…..then unlucky gambler, his winning take would be promptly removed from him. He didn’t get to keep the winnings because he had been banned from the casino, in fact, he had been banned from all casinos in the entire state. Now, I’ve heard of being banned from one casino, nearly 20 years ago I had a friend get banned from a casino in Las Vegas for gambling before he was 21 years old; but being banned from every casino in the entire state of Pennsylvania seems a little harsh.

That is until you look at the particulars and what this banned man did to earn his banishment from the kingdom of every casino in the state of Pennsylvania. He must have been a really bad boy, huh? Well, it’s probably not quite what you’re expecting. The Pennsylvania Gaming Control Board has a program for problem gamblers that is a ‘self-exclusion program’. Any person in the state can voluntarily choose to ban themselves from all state casinos for one year, five years, or for life. And that is exactly what this man did. It was not clear how long he’d chosen to ban himself, but it was clear that he did forfeit the $2,001 he had won and the winnings would go into a compulsive and problem gambler’s treatment fund (hopefully in his name).

But there is more to this story. Included with forfeiting his take, he was also charged with criminal trespassing because he’s not allowed to even enter any casino in the entire state (sure would be nice to have an extra $2,000 laying around to pay any fines and/or court fees).

You kind of have to feel a little bad for this guy, but not too bad because the reality of it is he had to have known better, he created the whole mess for himself. And in the long run will probably benefit from his self-imposed exile.

The moral of the story: It’s obvious……if you enter a program banning yourself from all state casinos, either stay out, or fly to Vegas.

© 2011 StrangeRush.com

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LIVERPOOL, England –

(Please read the post before watching the video below)

Curt Willi Jurant, a German National, was traveling on a weekend flight with his beloved wife Gitta Jurant and his stepdaughter Anke Anusic (both also German) from Liverpool to Berlin. At 91 years old, Mr. Jurant didn’t move well and was in failing health, so the two ladies in his life had to constantly assist him with everything he did. After getting everything ready, the ladies put the old man into a cab with them and headed to Liverpool’s John Lennon Airport. Upon arrival an airport worker assisted the ladies in getting Mr. Jurant out of the cab and into his wheelchair. They wheeled him into the terminal and up to the ticket booth where they started waiting in line.

Andrew Millea, the worker who assisted getting him into the wheelchair alerted his superiors that something wasn’t right. Airport personnel and first aid workers approached Mr. Jurant and his loved ones and inquired about his condition, evidently he was slumped over in his chair. The ladies assured them he was quite all right, that was how he always slept. They asked why he was wearing sunglasses? They said he was blind and one of his eyes was pushed up and quite ugly so they didn’t want people staring at him. They asked about the pale completion off his skin. They said he’s a little pale but that’s the normal color of his skin.

Andrew Millea had alerted his superiors that when he helped get the man out of the cab he was, “Ice cold, and he knew straight away that the man was dead.” (As if you didn’t already know that.) But the ladies had tried to reassure him he was not.

Game over, you’re busted.

Now that the first strange part of this strange story is done, how about the second part? When it was finally determined that the man was in fact dead, both women insisted he was not, that was just the way he was. Finally, when they agreed that he was deceased, they adamantly denied that they knew anything about it, and insisted he was alive when they left home for the 40 mile trip to the airport. Possible? Very unlikely, but sure, I suppose anything’s possible……that is until the coroner’s record stated that Willi had been dead for at least 12 hours……damn Euro cab drivers can’t drive anywhere in a timely manner anymore. It was clear that Willi did die of natural causes, so the ladies were not accused of foul play, but they were arrested and charged with failing to give notification of a death.

To this day, both women deny they knew Curt Willi Jurant was dead when they tried to check him onto a plane. And his poor widow told the BBC of her husband, “He was the best man in the world, my Willi was my God. Willi was a fantastic man and I loved him very much. This is all crazy, I would never do such a thing.”

I’m sure Mrs. Jurant is honestly a grieving widow, and I really do mean that, after all, he did die of natural causes, but she really didn’t know he was dead? Come on, Gitta……something smells a little fishy here.

The moral of the story: When you idiotically try and smuggle your dead husband on to a plane and get caught, at least admit you knew he was dead the whole time.

One final question: Why would they try to smuggle a dead body out of England and into Germany in the first place? Speculation was because it can be very expensive and time consuming to embalm a body, pay for a coffin, and pay freight charged to get it into Germany. It’s much cheaper to get to Germany when you’re alive.

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LAWRENCEVILLE, Georgia-

In an economy that gets tighter and tighter each and every year, with no end in sight, it seems like fewer and fewer companies are giving out yearly bonuses anymore. And the companies that still are, seem to be continuously reducing what “they say” they are able to distribute amongst employees. There is a debate: are bonuses a right or a privilege? In different cases both are true. Some people have bonuses built into their pay structure while others have bonuses that are given as a ‘true’ bonus at the end of the year as a Holiday/Christmas bonus. Commonly now, even end of the year bonuses, which are truly customary, and by no means obligatory for companies, have become an expectation by millions of employees worldwide.

So what about those bonuses that are not required, but companies just give them out because they want to. That’s what happened to 180 employees in Gwinnett County, Georgia. They were given bonuses but ‘after the fact’ county officials decided the bonuses were overpaid. The county’s chief financial officer, Aaron Bovos said a project was started to, “clean up receivables and to eliminate outstanding obligations”……….What the hell does that mean? The county actually wanted to collect back $39,000 in bonuses it paid to 180 employees. County officials blamed it on a payroll anomaly when the county adjusted employees’ payroll cycles. If distributed equally, do the math, that’s $216 dollars per person. Not thousands of dollars each, but still a lot of money, hell, it’s a car payment.

Employees were told they could apply the money to vacation leave or make a cash payment……..So here’s my thinking, I’d go tell the County of Gwinnett to pound sand, or more accurately to, kiss my a—!!! And that’s what I feel any and all of the 180 employees should tell them. But the county asking for these people to return these bonuses is not the real kicker here…….let me lay that part of it on you now. This ‘payroll anomaly’ did not occur on last years payroll, not even on the payroll from two, five, nor even 10 years ago. How about 16 years ago! The GREAT county of Gwinnett, Georgia is asking 180 employees to return a bonus they received in 1994. Are you kidding me? If I were the county’s CFO, Aaron Bovos I’d be embarrassed and ashamed to even ‘think’ about the “clean up receivables and to eliminate outstanding obligations” project. To top off the already ridiculous, I’m sure the county paid someone $40,000 for one year’s salary to uncover this huge clerical mistake.

Question for all you Gwinnett County executives: are any of you the slightest bit embarrassed and ashamed that YOUR county is asking for money back that it GAVE away years and years and years ago, when Bill Clinton was still in the first part of his first term in office? (Wow, that really puts it into perspective).

The moral of the story: If you currently serve in some “official” capacity for the County of Gwinnett, Georgia, save your bonuses, someday they’re gonna want them back.

© 2010 StrangeRush.com

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SACRAMENTO, California-

Albert Einstein once said, “Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.” It’s a very viable (alternative) definition of the word insanity, but by no means is the only (nor best) definition. Insanity typically means out of one’s mind and generally has a negative connotation. But insanity can also mean crazy in terms of doing something out of the norm.

I find myself a bit haunted by the visual images I get when I think of my most recent exposure to what I personally consider, “Insanity”. On January 1, 2012, 60 Minutes did a segment about a young man named, Alex Honnold. Alex could be considered quite normal by most accounts and from his interview appears to be an absolutely wonderful and caring human being. Despite an amazing attitude and a huge zest for life, Alex Honnold is not like everyone else. On the surface he’s just like any other “nice guy” you’d come across. But 26-year-old Alex Honnold is quite unique in once specific way, he’s one of the best rock climbers in the world. And according to some, he may be the best.

But being one of the best rock climbers in the world is not what sets Alex apart from his rock climbing peers. Few in the rock climbing community would argue the fact that Alex Honnold is likely the best free soloing rock climber in the world. Alex has set several speed records for free soloing in places like the 3,000 foot high El Capitan in Yosemite, which he completed in five hours and 49 minutes (typically taking 2-4 days). He is the only person known to have free soloed the Northwest Face of Half Dome in Yosemite.

The amazing and “insane” part of this style of climbing is not just that it’s done with speed in mind, but also that there’s a freedom with free soloing that probably can’t be found doing anything else. When climbing a wall like the 3,000 foot tall El Capitan, there’s a certain point of no return, meaning that once you cross that point on the wall (maybe 50-75 feet up), it’s impossible to go back down, the only way off the rock is straight up.

Imagine for a moment you’re 2,000 feet up, on the side of an enormous rock, with 1,000 feet to go to get to the top. What happens if you cramp up, or a gust of wind causes you to lose your grip? Scary, yes, but at least there are ropes and gear to protect you in the event you accidentally slip and fall. Well, that’s not the way it works when free soloing.

Free soloing is exactly that, free of all restrictions and assistance and out there on the rock totally on your own. All that a free solo climber has on their person is rock climbing shoes, the clothes they’re wearing, maybe a little food and water, some climbing power in a pouch in their back, and their trusty hands. And that’s it. One wrong move and a slip and there’s a 100% guarantee he’ll plunge hundreds or thousands of feet to his death. And in this case, I don’t think imminent death would be the worst part of it. It’s the 11 seconds it would take to hit the ground, and a lot can go through one’s mind in 11 seconds. And when he hits the bottom……it will be at roughly 240 mph give or take a few mph. And at that point I figure the faster the better so not to feel a damn thing upon completion of the journey.

Alex Honnold has been documented on both National Geographic and 60 Minutes (see videos below). He’s estimated to have logged over 1,000 individual free solo climbs. I checked out Alex Honnold’s Facebook page and many people compliment him on what he does and the courage to get out there and embrace his passion. On that account I completely agree, but there’s a certain part of me begging to ask the obvious question of Alex and all free solo climbers, “Are you out of your damn minds?”

Free soloing has claimed the lives of others in the past and will again in the future. It’s the nature of the beast. The whole practice in itself is just asking for disaster and it’s really only a matter of time. I fully respect Alex and his peers’ rights to do whatever floats their boats, I just feel it’s insanity and it’s rawest form.

Admittedly, I know nothing about rock climbing except for what I’ve seen on TV and on the internet. And ropes or no ropes you’ll never find me on the side of a rock mountain going up. But doesn’t it make sense if you must partake in such a dangerous activity, wouldn’t some sort of a lightweight parachute make sense (just in case)? Maybe it’s a stupid idea, since I know nothing about it. Obviously, if someone fell from a fairly low altitude they’d never have a chance to pull the cord, or if they stayed too close to the wall it wouldn’t work either. But at least it’s a fighting chance when that fateful day does come, because the odds are, it will eventually come. It only takes one slip.

But who knows……maybe I just don’t get it.

The moral of the story: When you have family and friends who love you, you at least owe it to them to take little precautions that could eventuality save your life.

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JERUSALEM, Israel-

It appears as though the Daddy of all social media websites is going to be suing someone. Being a BIG business and suing someone (or being sued) is all part of the BIG business game. And it’s one of the main reasons large companies keep many attorneys on retainer.

This time it looks like Facebook may be the one who’s going to be throwing their weight around. They are going after a man who has an online business he calls a Like Store. A “Like Store” promises to enhance a client’s reputation by offering Facebook users free content that they will only get if they click the “like” button on certain companies’ profiles.

Gaining publicity by encouraging people to “like” your Facebook page is not a new concept, in fact, everyone seems to be doing it. But in the case at hand, Facebook has notified the owner of this particular Like Store, that the way he is running his online store is illegal. Facebook attorneys have advised him that he needs to close his online store immediately. Interestingly, he does not challenge the fact that his store violates the Facebook terms of use, he just says many other online stores offer similar services, so he has no plans to stop.

He’s so adamant about continuing his business plan that it appears he’s forcing Facebook to sue him. Knowing the size and strength of the dragon he’s taking on, he’s come up with a unique legal gimmick to try and slay his dragon. He’s forcing Facebook to sue none other than Mark Zuckerberg. And for anyone who’s been residing under a rock for the last five years, Mark Zuckerberg is the multi-billionaire founder and CEO of Facebook.

Confused? Well, Facebook would obviously not sue “THE” Mark Zuckerberg, it’s dedicated boss, rather a cheap knock-off. Israeli entrenpeur, Rotem Guez elected to legally change his name to Mark Zuckerberg in a strange attempt to get the Daddy of all social media to back off it’s threats of a lawsuit. Mark Zuckerberg (the artificial one) stated, “If you want to sue me, you’re going to have to sue Mark Zuckerberg.”

A very interesting idea, that could work, but could also backfire. When taking on a company of virtually unlimited power cash flow, you have to expect they’ll come at you with very high powered attorneys. Will the ploy work? Who knows……Time will tell. I suppose you never really know until you try.

The Moral of the Story: If you play with fire you get burned.

MINNEAPOLIS, Minnesota-

She lives in apartment # 904 and he lives in apartment # 902. Their front doors are only separated by a one foot wide, red door frame. She’s old enough to be his mother. She is 59-year-old Mary Johnson and he is 34-year-old Oshea Israel. Looking at their picture together and how happy they look, it could definitely be assumed that they are mother and son. But they’re not related. So if they’re not mother and son, then what are they? An older woman involved with a younger man? The picture could definitely portray that too, but Mary Johnson and Oshea Israel are not lovers either.

The friendship between Mary and Oshea could definitely be considered somewhat of an anomaly. Mary is, and always has been, a law-abiding, Christian woman who lives by the word of God. Oshea is also a man of faith, but it wasn’t always that way. Oshea was hardly even a young man when he got himself into serious trouble, the worst kind of trouble imaginable. In February of 1993, when Oshea was merely a 16-year-old boy, he was at a party, where he became involved in an argument. The man he argued with was 20-year-old Laramiun Byrd, whom Oshea shot and killed. Oshea was tried and convicted as an adult and sentenced to 25½ years in prison for the murder of Laramiun Byrd.

Mary Johnson met Oshea Israel while he was serving his time in prison. And their friendship blossomed from there. Their relationship is definitely classified as unusual, being that Mary Johnson’s only son (and only child) was also shot and murdered, by a man named Marlon Green. Considering Mary endured her own son’s murder, then befriended a murderer, is nothing less than remarkable.

Oshea Israel only served 17 years of his sentence. During his time in prison, Oshea met with Mary on numerous occasions and their bond grew. So much so that after being released, Mary spoke to her landlord, and Oshea moved into her building, right next door. As time went on they became closer and closer and Mary now calls herself Oshea’s “spiritual mother.” She helps guide him on his spiritual path to forgiveness, trying to help him forgive himself for the great sin he committed at only 16-year-old, before he became a man of God.

However, Oshea has not been so quick to forgive himself for his grave mistake. He often thinks back to that day in 1993, before he changed his name to his new spiritual name, Oshea Israel………back when he was Marlon Green.

After Mary’s son was killed, she wanted justice. She wanted the animal that had killed her only child to rot in prison for the rest of his life. But a few years ago Mary decided she wanted to meet the animal face to face. But she wanted to meet him, not to chastise him, but to see if somehow the Lord would help her to find it within her heart to forgive. And the process of forgiveness began. From that day on, Mary and Oshea met regularly and she became his spiritual mother.

Mary said, “Unforgiveness is like cancer, it will eat you from the inside out. It is not about the other person and it does not diminish what he’s done. But the forgiveness is for me.”

Mary is a very unique person. There are not many people out there who could do what she has done: forgive the man who murdered your son, graciously take him in as your neighbor, and become his spiritual mother. You’re a beautiful woman, Mary Johnson, StrangeRush.com has a lot of respect for you.

The moral of the story: “To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover that the prisoner was you.” – Lewis B. Smedes.

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CENTENNIAL, Colorado-

In the past I have written several stories about inept police officers. There are definitely no lack of them out there. But it’s about time I write about a man who did some good over the years, so much in fact, that he was named the 2001 National Sheriff Association’s “Sheriff of the Year.” Being elected Sheriff of the Year is no simple feat. According to Wikipedia there are 3,143 different counties in the United States, and assuming every county has a Sheriffs Department would mean there are a lot of sheriffs to choose from each year. So the “Sheriff of the Year” must really stand out above the rest.

Arapahoe County Sheriff Patrick J. Sullivan was that man. His accomplishments as Sheriff were phenomenal. During his time as sheriff he had set himself apart from the rest. In 1995 President Bill Clinton named Sheriff Sullivan to the National Commission on Crime Prevention and Control. And it doesn’t stop there, he was also a consultant to U.S. House Subcommittee on Crime and served on two advisory councils affiliated with the Department of Justice. Those were just his national accolades. Locally, he was noted to play a prominent role in the Columbine massacre in 1999 and branded a hero in 1989 for saving two of his deputies in a hostage situation. At the age of 59 Sullivan finally retired in 2002. Even after his retirement Sullivan led the security department at the Cherry Creek School District in 2008 and at various points was an active participant in state and local methamphetamine task forces, assisting Colorado to draft a plan to deal with the increase in meth-related crimes.

Considering all that Patrick Sullivan had accomplished over his decorated, 40-year law enforcement career, you can only imagine how it went over when Patrick Jr. was recently arrested. The amazing part is what he was arrested for: suspicion of trafficking methamphetamines. The details of the recent arrest stated that local authorities had been tipped off several weeks before the arrest that Patrick Sullivan Jr. was dealing methamphetamines. SWAT arrested Sullivan Jr. when he was seen (and caught on video) offering meth in exchange for gay sex with an acquaintance. Confidential informants also indicated that in the past Sullivan Jr. had sold methamphetamines, but would only sell to men who would have sex with him first. And over the last few years he was also accused of bonding people out of jail in the Denver area who had been arrested on methamphetamine charges.

Now, I have a small confession to make. There is no Patrick Sullivan Sr. Or shall I more accurately say, Patrick Sullivan Jr. is the only man in this story. He was the former decorated Sheriff of Arapahoe County and now he is the same man who was arrested for meth-trafficking. Talk about the definition of going from hero to zero within minutes.

But there is only last twist of fate here. The irony in this last detail is fantastic. After this arrest, former Arapahoe County Sheriff Patrick J. Sullivan was jailed at The Patrick J. Sullivan Jr. Detention Facility, in Centennial, Colorado. The very facility that was named in his honor. And that is a laugh out loud moment if I’ve ever heard one.

The moral of the story: It’s never a good idea to pee in your own backyard when your whole family is watching you from the window.

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 GRAND HAVEN, Michigan-

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. Not a lot of people know the “history” of Thanksgiving in the United States. Thanksgiving dates back to 1621 and the Mayflower Pilgrims at the site of the Plymouth Plantation, which is now generally the Cape Cod area of Eastern Massachusetts. Thanksgiving did not become an actual recognized holiday until 1863 when President Abraham Lincoln proclaimed it a day for American’s to express thanks for their many blessings. And that’s the end of your history lesson…..I just didn’t want anyone to ever say StrangeRush.com is all fun and games (even though that’s all it really is;)

So YES, I do have a story for you…..applaud now. One can only imagine how many millions of turkeys have sacrificed their innocent little lives for our eating pleasure since Thanksgiving came into existence. I’d imagine 99.9% of turkeys go down without much of a fight, probably understanding in their puny little brains that the human beast will not be without his turkey, mashed potatoes, and stuffing dinner in late November (Okay, so the turkeys probably don’t understand their eminent fate). Whether turkeys act on some reasoning skills or pure instinct when trying to escape their captors, the turkey hunters will not be outwitted, knowing there’s a hungry population of human beings counting on them to come through with enough turkey for “turkey day”.

Knowing that 99.9% of turkeys are mostly subservient to human needs, there does appear to be one small faction of ruthless wild turkeys who have had enough, and are doing their best to take back control of their streets. In Grand Haven, Michigan, a small town on the eastern seaboard of Lake Michigan, there is a flock of rogue turkeys that don’t take any crap. In Grand Haven, it doesn’t pay to be a mail carrier. One afternoon, a mailman named Doug Cody, saw three of the tasty birds while doing his rounds. One of the birds spotted him from down the street and began to make a serious run at him, and the two other birds joined in. According to Cody, they made a dead on run at him, forcing him to retreat to a house’s porch before the three birds could claim him as the first victim of their Turkey Jihad.

After it was all said and done, and Cody was able to make his escape he asked around. He learned that three other mail carriers had also been preyed upon by the fanatical birds. Better get some hunters out to the streets of Grand Haven before these turkeys recruit more naughty turkeys. That’s how Civil Wars start.

So with that I say, tonight, as you’re eating your tasty turkey, please remember what that bird gave up to be a part of your life, and thank the little bugger for his sacrifice.

The moral of the story: Don’t forget the gravy.

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MENOMONIE, Wisconsin-

Sometimes I feel like I’m always talking about the negative aspects of human behavior. The foolish things people do keeps us laughing and shocked……..and that’s why I write about them. In the end I want you to laugh, but I also want you to feel a little anger and disgust because that’s exactly what’s going to keep you coming back for more.

But let’s take a break from the negativity and look at a heartwarming story just in time for the holiday season. Forty-year-old Sara Berg was driving on Interstate 94, just outside of Menomonie, Wisconsin with her cousin Lisa Meier, when a hassle they were not expecting reared it’s ugly head. The two ladies got a taste of what no motorist ever wants to face, a flat tire. Not the end of the world, and it could be worse, but never a pleasant interruption. It must have been Sara’s lucky day because soon after her blowout another motorist drove up right behind her and parked. It was 61-year-old Canadian, Victor Giesbrecht and his wife, Ann.

Sara Berg was happy to see Victor, as she was not very comfortable changing a flat tire. Victor was immediately out of his truck, jack in hand, ready to get to work. According to Ann, Victor always wants to stop and assist stranded motorists, he’s just that sort of guy. It took Victor about 15 minutes to do his good-deed for the day, then everyone shook hands, and they were all back on the road.

Victor and Ann continued on their merry way. And the saying, “No good deed goes unpunished,” never had a truer example. It was not clear if the labor Victor exerted during the tire change contributed, but within minutes, he took a massive turn for the worse……Victor was having a heart attack and poor Ann was terrified. She struggled, but was able to get the truck to the side of the road, but had no idea what to do next. She immediately jumped out of the truck and frantically waved her arms in an attempt to flag anyone down. Soon, someone did stop, and Ann was so relieved to find out she was certified nursing assistant. Victor wasn’t breathing and had entered cardiac arrest, but Victor and Ann’s good Samaritan performed CPR long enough to allow emergency technicians to arrive and use an automated defibrillator until his heartbeat was stabilized.

It appears that thanks to Victor’s hero, he will make a full recovery. In the hospital he and Ann were lucky enough to be reunited with the emergency responders and his personal hero. “He said ‘thank you’ and we hugged, then we both started crying,” said Sara Berg, the same woman’s whose tire he had just changed minutes before. Sara felt guilty, thinking that the rigors of changing her tire may have contributed to his heart attack. Ann Giesbrecht promptly corrected her, saying it was just the opposite, Sara had saved his life and they will forever he in her debt. I tend to agree with Ann. Maybe if he hadn’t changed the tire he wouldn’t have had the heart attack then, but eventually he would have. If it had happened at a later time, who knows if anyone would have been there to save Victor.

Sara is definitely a hero, but to a lesser degree, so is Victor. Team-World sure could use a few more Saras and Victors on the sidelines, ready to be called into the game.

The moral of the story: Straight from the hero, Sara Berg’s mouth: “There needs to be more people like that in the world. If everyone helped each other out more, just think, our world would be better place.”

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SANTA ANA, California-

Every so often an event comes along that really gets my blood boiling. This insane incident happened on a Sunday afternoon in late August of this year. It was about 2pm in Santa Ana, California, aboard a small cruise boat called the Queen.

A 35-year-old man named Sloan Briles was on the 90-minute scenic cruise of Balboa/Newport Harbor with his girlfriend and six and seven year old sons from his prior marriage. At some point during the excursion, Sloan Briles and his girlfriend got into an argument. According to witnesses, Mr. Briles proceeded to walk to the front of the boat to cool off, and was followed by his upset seven year old. Witnesses stated that Briles then struck his son several times and ordered him to stop crying or he’d “throw him overboard.” The boy said, “Stop Daddy, you’re hurting me.” Soon after, Briles did exactly as he said and tossed the boy into the harbor. He then jumped in himself in an attempt to retrieve his son. The captain had to make a sharp turn to avoid hitting both father and son. The father was unsuccessful in getting his son, instead the boy was rescued by another pleasure boat touring the harbor.

Deputies investigating the case indicated that the boy (and father) were both very lucky they were not hurt or killed from being hit by the boat they were on, or one of the other boats in the vicinity. The boat that picked the boy up created a huge safety risk in rescuing him. Luckily, other than future trust issues with daddy dearest, the young boy was pulled unharmed from the water. When police arrived at the scene, they determined Briles was under the influence of alcohol and he resisted arrest. He was arrested and charged on two felony counts of child endangerment and resisting arrest.

For obvious reasons there’s an enormous amount of public outrage at Sloan Briles for his despicable act. But instead of keeping his damn pie-hole shut and waiting for his day in court, the disgrace to humanity decided he would prolong this 15-minutes of fame and try to ‘explain’ what happened by doing an interview with KTLA 5‘s Carolyn Costello.

During his interview with Costello, Briles shows absolutely zero credibility and gives a completely different account of the incident than many of the 80 witnesses on the boat. Anyone who has any training in determining when someone is lying, can easily see Briles has made up a completely fictitious account, trying to downplay the severity of his actions.

(Please watch the following YouTube video before reading on.)

Here are some direct quotes from the interview (and me;-)

Costello: “You threw your son off a boat, where you trying to kill him?

Briles: (In a smart-ass tone) “Yeah, I was trying to kill my son”….pause for dramatic effect….“No, of course I was not trying to kill….we were playing in the, in the, shallows.” (with an added hand gesture for emphasis).

The StrangeRush guy: No Slick Sloan, you were NOT playing in the shallows, the shallows is where it’s safe to toss your kid in the water. You were in the harbor where several other boats were driving around and could have hit your son……but unfortunately for humanity they missed your sorry ass.

Costello: (Wasn’t recorded but apparently she asked Briles what happened.)

Briles: “I…I…thought, we, you know, I discussed it with him, we jumped in together and just thought okay it’d be funny, ha ha ha. We were just screwing around, just…just horse playing.”

The StrangeRush guy: And according to MANY other passengers (80 or so) on the boat you are a complete liar. And while watching the interview it’s obviously true.

Costello: “He was not crying?”

Briles: “First of all, he does not cry. I don’t, I…I…I haven’t seen him cry in so long.”

The StrangeRush guy: Yeah, you’re right, most seven-year-olds don’t cry. Not even when their dad’s been smacking them around.

Costello: Why would some make that up that he was crying and that you were hitting him if that wasn’t true?

Briles: “B…B…B…Beats me, it’s not true though. I don’t, I don’t hit my kids, there’s no reason for me.

The StrangeRush guy: Ummm, okay Tough Guy……don’t you mean “Beats him” because there’s a nasty rumor going around that many witnesses actually saw you hitting your son (but they’re all probably conspiring against you).

Costello: “People are saying it’s a big boat, what if he went under the boat and drowned?”

Briles: (With a confident arrogance) “It’s doesn’t work like that…….sorry.”

Costello: “How does it not work that way? I’m thinking a little kid goes overboard and the boats moving that the kid could either get hit by the front of the boat or sucked into a propeller.”

The StrangeRush guy: Hmmmm, Slick Sloan has made a lot of good points….but I’m gonna have to side with Carolyn Costello on this one. What an idiot to even say such a thing, “It doesn’t work like that,” he has no idea what he is even saying.

Briles: “No…..we were on the fan tail, we were on the back, okay…..the bow. We jumped off, well prior to them actually slipping.”

The StrangeRush guy: Ah ha, caught you in a lie, loser. So were you on the back or the bow? There is a difference you know, say about 30 feet in this case. Witnesses all say you were on the bow. And for the record, Sloan, you may have jumped off the boat, but your poor son sure didn’t. To jump, at least one foot must be on the ground.

Costello: “If you hadn’t been drinking do you think you would have done it?”

Briles: “ABSOLUTELY!!! Was water, you’re in the water……what….do you go to water just to look at it?”

The StrangeRush guy: Woohoo, I get a two-part bonus statement. So obviously, you’re just as much of an idiot when you’re sober as when you’re drunk; and believe it or not, millions of people travel to watery destinations every year just to look and not touch…..but I do understand the water was shiny and impossible to resist throwing your crying son in it.

Costello: “In his clothes though…….you threw him in in his clothes?:

Briles: “Well, um we have more clothes (sarcasm). I mean, is it that tough….I mean do you want me to strip him down?

The StrangeRush guy: So in summary, I’m thinking next time Slick Sloan Briles decides to do a public interview he really should stand in front of the mirror for a few hours and rehearse his lines so he doesn’t look like such a liar. The reality is he made a life altering mistake and should have just kept his damn mouth shut. Now he looks even worse for trying to lie his way out of it.

Luckily, the boy’s mother filed an emergency restraining order to keep Briles away from her boys, and according to Briles that is the tragedy in all this…. (actually moron, the real tragedy was when your mother birthed to you 35 years ago).

Sloan Briles did everything he possibly could to prove to humanity what he really is……an absolutely loser, who should have his reproductive organs ripped out. Hey Sloan, good luck in ever having your son trust you again (that is if you ever actually see him again) and good luck in finding an impartial jury.

The moral of the story: Land based, supervised visitation rights only.

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