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Anthony Haynes was 18 years old when he shot and killed an off-duty Houston police officer in front of the man's wife in 1998. Prosecutors said he later bragged about killing a cop - and told people he regretted leaving the wife alive. Texas put him on death row. His execution date was set. Anthony told anyone who would listen that God had told him he would not die on death row.
On October 18, 2012, the US Supreme Court stopped his execution 2.5 hours before it was scheduled to happen.
In the video below, cameras follow Anthony Haynes through his final hours on execution day - and capture the exact moment everything changed.
The officer he shot was Paul Haines. Off duty. He identified himself as a cop and reached toward his back pocket for his badge. Anthony said from where he was standing it looked like a weapon. He fired one shot.
His attorney took the case personally. Said Anthony was too young, too inexperienced with life to be sitting on death row. Said he hadn't lived enough to know what he was losing.
Anthony said he didn't believe he was going to die. Not for a single second.
Around 4pm, hours before the scheduled execution, the Supreme Court issued a stay. A last-minute appeal about ineffective counsel had reached the right desk at the right moment.
The execution was stopped.
Anthony sat there after hearing the news. Said he was sorry it happened. Said he wished it never had. But the relief in the room was visible to everyone except him - he said he already knew.
God told him.
Was Anthony Haynes a cold-blooded killer who dodged justice, or a teenager who made one fatal mistake that the system was about to make permanent?
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If you ever feel dumb, remember that Sasuke once blitzed into the Kage Summit hanging upside down, ignored the Kages and focused solely on Danzo like the others were zero threat only to get one shot by Chojuro
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He had a sawed-off shotgun wired to the back of Dick Hall's head, rigged so that if anyone tried to intervene, the gun could go off.
In 1977, a man held someone hostage for 63 hours, then demanded a LIVE press conference so he could tell the world why he did it.
And somehow, they actually let him.
Tony Kiritsis kidnapped mortgage executive Richard “Dick” Hall in Indianapolis over a financial dispute.
After nearly three days, Kiritsis agreed to release Hall, but first he wanted an audience.
So there he was, standing in front of reporters, delivering an angry speech with a loaded shotgun still aimed at his hostage.
And the whole thing was being televised.
Hall survived, and Kiritsis was later found not guilty by reason of insanity.
This is the actual press conference from February 10, 1977.
This is insane to see.
I never knew about this until tonight.
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Flo Rida signed with a tiny energy drink company whose stock sold for about 50 cents. Nine years later a jury said it owed him $82.6 million.
In 2014, Celsius was losing money and couldn't afford his usual endorsement fee. So instead of a big check, it offered stock: 250,000 shares up front, plus bonus shares if sales hit set targets.
Flo Rida put the drink in his music videos, wore it on a racing suit, and handed out cans from his Hummer outside Miami Heat games.
By April 2021 Celsius stock was at $57.30. Flo Rida demanded the bonus shares. Celsius said the targets were never met and that its explosive growth came after his deal had ended.
So he sued. In the video below, he explains on the stand why he insisted on stock. He'd already missed one fortune: "I missed out on the deal that I wanted that was with Uber. Early on they had offered me rides... And I'm a guy who has a lot of flashy cars, so I didn't really pay attention to it."
This time he wanted it all: "I'm going to need some equity, I'm going to need some royalties, I'm going to need some stock and I'm going to need some upfront money."
On January 18, 2023, a Broward County jury awarded him $82,640,450. An appeals court later upheld that Celsius broke the deal, but ordered the damages recalculated using the stock price at the time of the breach.
So did Flo Rida earn every share by building a brand from nothing, or did a rapper cash in on growth he had nothing to do with?
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Selling Sneak King as a full Xbox 360 game for just $3.99 alongside a Whopper and fries is a level of 2006 corporate chaos we will never see again.
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“White nationalist and Black streamer smoke and talk race for 3 minutes straight” @Blut_stamm
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WHY DID YOUR
ELECTRONICS CHANGE
THEIR POWER BUTTON
TO THIS SYMBOL?
IS THIS CONCERNING?
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They don’t make episodes like this no more.
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My husband invited his mistress to our tenth wedding anniversary dinner, seated her three chairs away from me, and watched me thank her for coming. But the affair wasn’t what destroyed me. It was discovering that almost everyone at that table had helped him hide it.
There were twelve guests, including my parents, my younger sister, my husband’s brother, and friends we’d known for years. He’d reserved a private dining room at a restaurant where dinner cost more than our monthly mortgage. Everyone was laughing, ordering expensive wine, and telling stories about our marriage. The woman sat beside my sister, wearing a delicate gold bracelet identical to one I’d found in my husband’s car six months earlier. He’d claimed it was a gift for his brother’s girlfriend. I might have dismissed the coincidence if I hadn’t watched my sister lean over and whisper, “You okay? I know tonight’s awkward.” The woman nodded and glanced at my husband. Something cold settled in my stomach. When my husband stepped outside to take a call, I followed him into the hallway. “How long?” I asked. His expression changed immediately. “Please don’t do this here.” That was all the confirmation I needed. “How long?” I repeated. “Almost two years,” he admitted. I stared at him. “And they know?” He didn’t answer. When I walked back into the room, nobody asked why I’d been crying. My mother simply reached across the table, squeezed my hand, and whispered, “Sweetheart, just get through dinner.” I realized then that she wasn’t comforting me. She was asking me to cooperate.
