A woman in Santa Fe attempted to smuggle steaks into prison for her husband but a guard caught on that they were too thick. Once cut open, the steaks were packed with bags of cocaine 😭

Wyoming hanged Tom Horn in 1903 on a machine specifically designed so that no human being would have to feel responsible for killing him. Which, given what Tom Horn did for a living, is about as tidy as history ever gets. He was born in Missouri in 1860 and left home at sixteen. He ended up in Arizona working for the Army as a packer, scout and interpreter under the chief of scouts Al Sieber during the Apache campaigns, and he was with the column that brought Geronimo in. He also won a steer roping championship out there. Years later he wrote an autobiography that inflated most of it considerably, which was standard for the genre. In the early 1890s he worked for the Pinkerton agency out of Denver, running down train robbers. He was extremely good at the tracking part. He was reportedly much less interested in the part where you bring a man in alive. Then he went north to Wyoming and hired on with the big cattle outfits as a stock detective. The job title was a formality. What the cattlemen were paying for was for suspected rustlers to stop existing, and Horn delivered that with a rifle, at long range, frequently from a couple hundred yards, with nobody around to see it. Historians credit him with the 1900 killings of Matt Rash and Isom Dart in Brown's Park and suspect him in several others. The line most often attributed to him is, "Killing men is my specialty. I look on it as a business proposition, and I think I have a corner on the market." Whether he actually said it is argued about. It was his reputation regardless, and he did nothing to discourage it. Then on July 18, 1901, a 14 year old boy named Willie Nickell was shot dead by a gate at Iron Mountain. Willie was big for his age, and he was wearing his father's coat and hat. His father, Kels Nickell, was running sheep in cattle country and was in a poisonous feud with his neighbors. Nearly everyone who has looked at it since has reached the same conclusion, which is that whoever fired thought he was shooting the father. Six months later, a deputy US marshal named Joe LeFors got Horn into an office in Cheyenne to talk about a job in Montana. He got Horn drinking. He flattered him, and let him brag, and kept nudging. Behind a door left open a crack in the next room sat a deputy and a court stenographer named Charles Ohnhaus, writing down every word. Somewhere in that transcript is the sentence, "It was the best shot that I ever made and the dirtiest trick I ever done." That was the case. Everything else the prosecution had was circumstantial. He was tried in an election year, in a state that had finally had enough of cattle barons buying outcomes, and the jury convicted him. Here is the complicated part. Most historians who have gone back through the evidence now believe Tom Horn probably did not kill Willie Nickell. There were other suspects with better motive and better opportunity. The physical case was weak, and the confession was a drunk man performing for a lawman who was steering the conversation. He had certainly killed people. He was very likely hanged for the wrong one. He got out of the jail in August 1903 with a pistol taken off a guard, and then could not figure out how the pistol worked. A man on the street who happened to know that model took him back into custody. So on November 20, 1903, one day short of his 43rd birthday, they walked him out to the gallows in Cheyenne. That gallows had been built by a local architect named James Julian. Julian had come through the Civil War, and he had thought a long time about what it does to a man to be the one personally responsible for killing another. So he engineered the person out of it. The condemned man stood on the trapdoor. His own weight tipped a lever that opened a valve on a water tank. The water ran out of the tank into a pan below, and as it drained the balance shifted, and when enough had run the mechanism pulled the bolt and the floor opened. Nobody pulled a lever. Nobody gave a signal. The man walked onto the platform, started the clock with his own body, and then stood there listening to water run. For Tom Horn it took about 35 seconds. A newspaper of the day described the machine as a device that simply compelled the condemned to commit suicide. Tom Horn had spent his career being the instrument that wealthy men used so that they would never have to be the ones who pulled the trigger. Wyoming killed him with a machine built on exactly the same idea.

The problem with FDC Miami is an extension of the rot of modern culture as a whole. You are rewarded here for doing the wrong thing. Flood your cell? Fight a guard? Stab someone? Scream and yell? They will move you where you need to go, give you what you want, anything to shut you up. If you follow the rules, show respect and behave you are treated the worst. Ignored while they focus on the trouble makers. This is the exact problem with modern society at large. Follow the rules, do the right thing, pay your taxes - and you are endlessly crushed by regulators and authorities. But if you’re homeless and repeatedly steal with no concern for the laws you are released on repeat and babied at the rule followers' expense. GOOD behavior should be rewarded. Not trouble-making. Why demand I flood my cell and light fires to give me my basic rights? Why demand the worst of me? Why not respect me for sitting in the SHU unit for 61 days in lotus position focusing on my breathing instead of losing my mind? If any competent authority investigated this prison it would be closed the same day. I have provided an evidence pack to my council Joseph McBride. I would never kill myself.

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿☀️ The King has arrived at Balmoral for the summer. Welcomed by a Guard of Honour formed by The Royal Regiment of Scotland, His Majesty also met Corporal Cruachan IV, the Shetland Pony mascot of the Regiment.

Shortly after midnight on March 18, 1990, two men in police uniforms rang the buzzer at a side door of the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum in Boston and said they were responding to a disturbance. A guard let them in, against instructions. The men handcuffed him and a second guard and left them bound in the basement. Over the following 81 minutes, the thieves moved through the galleries and took 13 objects. Among them were Vermeer's The Concert, two Rembrandt paintings including his only known seascape, a painting by Govaert Flinck, a Manet, five works by Degas, a Chinese bronze vessel and a bronze eagle finial. They drove away at 2:45 a.m. and have never been identified. The stolen works are valued in the hundreds of millions of dollars, and the case is regarded as the largest property theft in American history. Isabella Stewart Gardner's will requires the collection to remain as she arranged it, so the museum still hangs the empty frames. The FBI has said it believes a criminal organization in the northeast carried out the theft, and has named suspects who have since died. The museum's $10 million reward stands. Nothing has been recovered. Look at more amazing historical photos:

🚨🔵⚪️ Benoit Badiashile’s medical at Napoli, booked this week as all documents are completed also on player side. Nayef Aguerd was never an option; Napoli signed Badiashile since last week.