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Thursday, December 18, 2003
Ridgway sentenced to life in prison without chance of parole
By Gene Johnson
The Associated Press
Gary Ridgway, the Green River Killer who terrorized Seattle in the early 1980s, tearfully apologized for his crimes today, but the judge said he found little to believe in the remorse as he sentenced him to life in prison without the chance of release.
"I'm sorry for killing all those young ladies," said Ridgway, who lowered his head and cried. "I have tried to remember as much as I could to help the detectives find and recover the ladies. I'm sorry for the scare I put into the community."
"I have tried for a long time to keep from killing any ladies," Ridgway said. "I'm very sorry for the ladies that were not found. May they rest in peace. They need a better place than where I gave them. I'm sorry for killing these ladies. They had their whole lives ahead of them. I'm sorry for causing so much pain to so many families."
After blistering Ridgway for his lack of compassion and the horror he brought to his victims, their families and the community, King County Superior Court Judge Richard Jones ordered Ridgway to serve 48 consecutive life sentences.
Prosecutors and defense attorneys agreed to spare Ridgway the death penalty in exchange for his helping investigators find four previously undiscovered sets of remains and confessing to the murders, the most recent in 1998. He pleaded guilty to the 48 murders Nov. 5.
In his confession, Ridgway, 54, said he killed because he hated prostitutes and didn't want to pay them for sex; that he dumped their bodies in the Green River and other inconspicuous parts of King County; that he took pleasure in keeping the secret of where they were hidden; and that he killed so many women he had a hard time keeping them straight.
"The time has come for the final chapter of your reign of terror in our community," Jones said. "It is now time for our community to have peace from the Green River murders."
After a moment of silence for the victims, Jones offered words of comfort to the their families then turned to Ridgway, convicted of the most murders in U.S. history.
"The remarkable thing about you is your remarkable Teflon-coated emotions and complete absence of compassion for the young women you murdered," Jones said.
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Galactica - Hangar
Stabuck and Apollo are looking at one of the Pegasus Vipers. It has a long line of raider scorecard along its hull
Starbuck: Is this a scorecard? You guys put scorecards on the side of your ships?
Racetrack: Like you don't keep score.
Starbuck: You don't see me painting them on the side like I'm bragging to the whole frakking universe.
Whiplash: Hey, that's 48 kills right there.
Starbuck: Special. Do you have caps and t-shirts too?
Helo: laughs very loudly
Taylor: Where's the Galactica cag?
Apollo: Right here.
Taylor: Let's hear the run-down on squadron of yours, Captain. I see you don't keep track of your kills. You should start-- encourages morale, gets competition going, esprit de corps.
Apollo: Well, that's one philosophy.
Taylor: It's Admiral Cain's philosophy. That means it's your philosophy now, Captain.
Apollo: The name of my Commander is Adama, which should be pretty easy to remember, because it's my name.
Taylor: Yeah, I'll keep that in mind daddy's boy. Let's see your ordnance lists.
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"The Stand"
The Plague (1994)
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September 29, 1998 (Original broadcast date)
"Ambush in Mogadishu" tells the story of the most violent U.S. combat firefight since Vietnam. On October 3, 1993 elite units of the U.S. Army's Rangers and Delta Force were ambushed by Somali men, women and children armed with automatic weapons and rocket-propelled grenades. The Rangers were pinned down in the most dangerous part of Mogadishu, Somalia and taking casualties. What had started out as an operation to capture warlord Mohammed Farah Aidid--turned into a tragic firefight that lasted seventeen hours, left eighteen Americans dead, eighty four wounded and continues to haunt the U.S. military
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Nick nodded and wrote: “You think I can get my week’s pay back?”
“Not a chance,” Baker said flatly. “I’m just a hick sheriff, boy. For somethin like that, you’d be wantin Oral Roberts.”
Nick nodded and shrugged. Putting his hands together, he made a bird flying away.
“Yeah, like that. How many were there?”
Nick held up four fingers, shrugged, then held up five.
“Think you could identify any of them?”
Nick held up one finger and wrote: “Big & blond. Your size, maybe a little heavier. Gray shirt & pants. He was wearing a big ring. 3rd finger right hand. Purple stone. That’s what cut me.”
As Baker read this, a change came over his face. First concern, then anger. Nick, thinking the anger was directed against him, became frightened again.
“Oh Jesus Christ,” Baker said. “This here’s a full commode slopping over for sure. You sure?”
Nick nodded reluctantly.
“Anything else? You see anything else?”
Nick thought hard, then wrote: “Small scar. On his forehead.”
Baker looked at the words. “That’s Ray Booth,” he said. “My brother-in-law. Thanks, kid. Five in the morning and my day’s wrecked already.”
Nick’s eyes opened a little wider, and he made a cautious gesture of commiseration.
“Well, all right,” Baker said, more to himself than to Nick. “He’s a bad actor. Janey knows it. He beat her up enough times when they was kids together. Still, they’re brother n sister and I guess I can forget my lovin for this week.”
Nick looked down, embarrassed. After a moment Baker shook his shoulder so—that Nick would see him speaking.
“It probably won’t do any good anyway,” he said. “Ray ‘n his jerk-off buddies’ll just swear each other up. Your word against theirs. Did you get any licks in?”
“Kicked this Ray in the guts,” Nick wrote. “Got another one in the nose. Might have broken it.”
“Ray chums around with Vince Hogan, Billy Warner, and Mike Childress, mostly,” Baker said. “I might be able to get Vince alone and break him down. He’s got all the spine of a dyin jellyfish. If I could get him I could go after Mike and Billy. Ray got that ring in a fraternity at LSU. He flunked out his sophomore year.” He paused, drumming his fingers against the rim of his breakfast plate. “I guess we could give it a go, kid, if you wanted to. But I’ll warn you in advance, we probably won’t get them. They’re as vicious and cowardly as a dogpack, but they’re town boys and you’re just a deaf-mute drifter. And if they got off, they’d come after you.”
Nick thought about it. In his mind he kept coming back to the image of himself, being shoved from one of them to the next like a bleeding scarecrow, and to Ray’s lips forming the words: I’m gonna mess im up. Sucker kicked me. To the feel of his knapsack, that old friend of the last two wandering years, being ripped from his back.
On the memo pad he wrote and underlined two words: “Let’s try.”
Baker sighed and nodded. “Okay. Vince Hogan works down to the sawmill… well, that ain’t just true. What he does mostly is fucks off down to the sawmill. We’ll take a ride down there about nine, if that’s fine with you. Maybe we can get him scared enough to spill the beans.”
Nick nodded.
“How’s your mouth? Doc Soames left some pills. He said it would probably be a misery to you.”
Nick nodded ruefully.
“I’ll get em. It…” He broke off, and in Nick’s silent movie world, he watched the sheriff explode several sneezes into his handkerchief. “That’s another thing,” he went on, but he had turned away now and Nick caught only the first word. “I’m comin down with a real good cold. Jesus Christ, ain’t life grand? Welcome to Arkansas, boy.”
