Investigators arrested Brent Karr, 33, for burglary Friday, Dec. 2. On Wednesday morning a resident in the Whitfield subdivision called 911 reporting that an intruder had been found in the house. The resident was upstairs when she heard a noise from inside the house and went to see what it was. At that time Karr allegedly was on the steps leading upstairs and turned and fled the residence.
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Most common people wouldn't be able to understand how the law works around here. It's not like other places where they actually investigate and take proper action. You see the perpetrator maybe blood kin to someone important, or may be associated the right people. Here they can turn it around and make the victim the one they go after. It all depends on how much money is to be made off the deal. In other words if the Lady had shot Karr and he's related to or in with the right people, she would be charged. I hope this clears it up for those who haven't been here that long. Oh! And if by chance they discovered they had it wrong from the start, They don't correct it. They do their best to cover up the truth.
As I sit hereand ponder your stupid remarks......who will you call if this prick had broke into your home?
we long time residents of pike take care of ourselves.
Are you afraid to use your name because your wife may beat you up again?
IN GOD WE TRUST
I will tell you this much, every time something happens out here somehow Jimmy Thomas knows about it. He used to ride by at 10 mph looking, every time some thing happened. Half the time I hadn't even found it yet. He quit the ride by's after I found my tom cat was shot through his privates. I found the so called sheriff at the restaurant and I blessed him out in front of 20 something witnesses. I don't back down, meaning they will have to kill me.
Then when Kevin was getting in trouble & being investigated, Jimmy passed several times. I was running around counting cows, cats, and checking fences. I was scared the place was going to blow up.
Ladies that's what "I do" and life insurance can do for you if there's enough to go around.
As for the deputy's, they called me to help them when people's cows got out because they knew I would help them.
Dr. Phil or gutless wonder, wait Chicken is what Sheila tagged you. If you would like to know about my arsenal come on in. If not knock first.
Donna, are you accusing our fine Sheriff of blasting Ol' Tom in the cojones while JT was cruising by at 10 MPH? I knew JT was a crack shot with his weapon, but, your scenario is HARD to believe. Maybe your old Tom cat got the crap beat out of him by your other 20 angry cats when they got tired of Tom bullying them.
As far as you "blessing out" our Sheriff in front of "20 something witnesses" in front of the restaurant where you were fired from, you should get down on your knees and thank our fine Sheriff for not prosecuting you for TERRORISTIC THREATS, DUI and generally being a pest. Was Disturbing The Peace the gift?
You need to lay off criticizing PCSO. Because, you may need them some day and then you will be appreciative toward them for their timely response.
He can't even investigate anything when people go to him for help. He has to have someone else do it.
I never threaten him, I didn't cuss him, I wasn't fired, we weren't in front of the restaurant, and I hadn't been up but for about a hour and a half.
Yea, he locked me up and at the time I had no idea till the doctor read the test results to me what all they tested me for. The doctor was in total shock. He said I was the cleanest person he had ever saw. Then he ask me if I was pregnant. He was still shaking his head -no- when he ask me what on earth was I doing there.
I'll never bow to the likes of your sheriff. If I'm on my knee's I will either be working, in severe pain, or praying to the good Lord. I'm in his right hand. You should try it.
Donna wrote 12-08..."we weren't in front of the restaurant,"...
Donna wrote 12-07..."I found the so called sheriff at the restaurant and I blessed him out in front of 20 something witnesses"
Which version is correct?
My husband and I were pulling into the restaurant parking area when you drove up in your red clunker.You were out of control when you confronted Sheriff Thomas and he showed amazing restraint when accosted by you. He was very patient and you are very lucky that JT UNDER CHARGED you in light of your actions. Weren't you found GUILTY as charged?
BTW: 20 people being present is only in your mind. I was there.
Everyone in Pike County knows you have it in for the Sheriff and other officials. Why don't you give it a rest and do something productive?
How can you own a pistol if you were locked up in Columbus?
You can only push people so far before they blow up on you.
Yes I was mad as can be. Remember I was locked up and tested for everything they could test me for I guess. The doctor was in shock, I was so clean he committed on it. He then ask me if I was pregnant. He thought I was pregnant and could get somebody in trouble. I was found to have above average intelligence and a calm demeanor. I wasn't sure what demeanor meant so I looked it up.
What? You let your dog watch Phat Oprah? I am very much surprised! I always gave you credit for being smart, witty and sensible. Subjecting your loving pet to an hour of Big O is animal abuse! I hope the SPCA doesn't read these blogs.
I never had a Doctor degree. I've always worked for a living as a farmer.
Farmers rock!
Thanks,
John the Baptist
Invest in some 'soap-on-a-rope.'
Does he know where he is now? Did he know when he was in jail? You may need to get this fella one of those signs in the malls that says, "you are here."
if he needed a bathroom, he should have rung the doorbell. why would he be going upstairs looking for a bathroom when most houses have them on the main floor.
The taxpayers pay either way. Just hide all the copper.
And then this sentence from the story above:
"During an interview with Karr he could provide no explanation for why he entered the home."
Please forgive what sounded like conceit on my part.
One of my ex husbands lives there...and he is strange. Why else would he run off with a fat a** bimbo with unruly kids? So much for him being "educated". I think there is more to the "burglary" story than what has been told.
I say Karr will be exonerated.
I will be praying for ya!
John the Baptist
Of all the Anonymous names available for blogging, you chose to use John The Baptist, a headless wanderer in the spatial ether. You really should continue to use, Mayhem, the brainless wanderer of the entitlement class.
Say, why don't you release your "public figure" from strolling around Zeb Square and let her join, Sheila, Donna and me? Good idea!
say Jack, maybe us four can work things out.
BTW: is the dilettante that you refer to battery operated?
Actually, I will convey a bit of knowledge about sh*t to our avid readers. After all, this is the perfect blog for it, isn't it?
I present for you a fabulous bit of historical knowledge. Ever wonder where the word "sh*t" comes from. Well here it is:
Certain types of manure used to be transported (as everything was back then) by ship. In dry form it weighs a lot less, but once water (at sea) hit it. It not only became heavier, but the process of fermentation began again, of which a by-product is methane gas.
As the stuff was stored below decks in bundles you can see what could (and did) happen. Methane began to build up below decks and the first time someone came below at night with a lantern. BOOOOM! Several ships were destroyed in this manner before it was discovered what was happening.
After that, the bundles of manure where always stamped with the term "S.H.I.T" on them which meant to the sailors to "Store High In Transit." In other words, high enough off the lower decks so that any water that came into the hold would not touch this volatile cargo and start the production of methane.
Bet you didn't know that one. You probably thought it was a golf term.
I also know Jacksh*t. So perhaps I am an expert.
I will see you at the next class reunion Rid-X. We are supposed to dress as we did back in the day....so wear your animal skins.
The main acronym S.H.I.T. derives from Super High Intensity Training classes provided to the obuma White House staffers. The S.H.I.T. program is used to promote Democrap talking points. These gubment employees are like mushrooms...kept in the dark and covered to their eyeballs with...well, you know.
$15 muffins, organic carrot sticks from Moochelle and $8.00 cups of coffee are provided at taxpayer expense. As an added bonus, each attendee receives a TSA type touchy-feely patdown and a peck on the cheek from Bahney Fwank as they exit. This is the truth. Honest!
It is sad that so many people in the world do not know you. I am one of the few and proud who can honestly say that I know Jack Schitt.
Like Karr, we need a john...........but that Baptist part will require much consideration and a whole truck of communal wine to get a YES from me.
Without fat bass tard, the blogs would have no intellect, logic, historical and government facts and wonderful humor that he provides.
fat bass tard for President.
Our current one must be gone by now. Karr had to leave him somewhere.
Down in Lou'siana where the black trees grow live a voodoo lady named Marie Lavaux
She got a black cat tooth and a mojo bone and anyone wouldn't leave her alone
She go GREEEEEEEEEEEE another man done gone.
I will give you a free reading to prove my talents. This Gotta-Go-Potty case will eventually fade from sight. As soon as something more ridiculous happens. Then all the bloggers, including myself, will jump the Karr Potty Ship like scared rats.
WAIT,WAIT...I am getting another vision as I type..........never mind, I just had to burp. WAIT,WAIT..it is still trying to come through...real clear now, yep I see that Karr will not install the porta-potty on his truck as I wisely suggested. People would be wise to listen to me. I gotta run now and make a Brent Karr voo doo doll. People need to straighten up, I am running short of straight pins.
Gooooooooood Moooooooorning !!!!!!!
Everyone wants to defend and standby someone until their lies come out. Go stand by your buddy and take him goodies when he is in the big house.
Oh yea….....
Cause' I'm a picker
I'm a grinner
I'm a lover
And I'm a “SINNER”
playin' my music in the sun
I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
I'm a mid-night toker
I get my lovin' on the run ( yep the ex is very cute )
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
But I don’t poop in other people’s homes !!!!!!!
Who woulda thunk it?
"If that sexy man needs to use the bathroom again, he can come to my house anytime he wants"....
You got that right Tammy girl!!! In case you are not at home...he can stop by my trailer.
Sweet Brucie
Lot 69
What I find more interesting than the story itself is people like you who don't know the facts make sinceless comments and support him. Then judgement day comes and you all can't be found.
Senor Sabe Lo Todo, since you put everyone down for "not knowing the facts", why don't you clear everything up before trial and inform us EXACTLY what did happen. Your version, I'm sure.
Something is missing here. Why was that particular home chosen for Karr to engage in illegal dumping? What was his relationship with the homeowner? the occupants? was he really there to visit someone and the visit turned sour? Is he really a "thief of hearts"?
Inform us of the FACTS, not smarter than me.
appears you have jail roMANce experience. Are you a soap-on-a-rope dropper, John?
When is his court date? Is everyone of his supporters going to be there for that? Or are you all blog friends?
This story has add on everytime a friend comes here to defend this perp.
u cant answer that cuz he be lying to his friends. Brent is busted , cant be trusted , going down for de crime , might even get reamed from behind ,
In various branches of the military, when a person "elects" to make decisions that surprises those in the local community, there is a non-judicial, free-form method of bringing the offender to see the error of their ways.
This is sometimes referred to as a "GI Party".
Members of the community that has been offended:
*- Locate the offender
*- Secure a blanket over this person
*- Explain impropriety of the offenders actions
*- Impose non-fatal, superficial lumps on the offenders sorry butt !
Sometimes the offender "sees the light" and returns to respectable living. Others will have the decency to leave the area and never return.
Clandestiness, covertness and anonymity are highly recommended.
Let us know how that works for ya! BTW, if he did poopie in a vacant lot (which we know he didn't) then he committed another crime.
B & E..... unlawful entry......and now trespassing. Lewd behavior? Illegally dumping.....
"Members of the community that has been offended:
*- Locate the offender
*- Secure a blanket over this person
*- Explain impropriety of the offenders actions
*- Impose non-fatal, superficial lumps on the offenders sorry butt!"
That's real cute. The ignoramus is a proponet of vigilantism by way of a fraternity prank which could lay the community participants 6ft. under good Pike soil.
I have offended hordes of "members of the community" and some on these blogs." Rest assured, if a blanket was "secured" over my person by a bunch of idiots, that blanket would be shot full of Glock .45 Caliber holes from the inside. Pity the poor fools on the other side of the Swiss cheese blanket when 30 rounds of hot lead is spit from my Magpul MagEx Glock high capacity magazine.
"Clandestiness, covertness and anonymity are highly recommended."
Yeah? I recommend you "community member" wimps stay in your mother's basement and play video games and eat Twinkies.
Artist(Band):Bobby Bare
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They passed an ordinance in the town they said we'd have to tear it down
That little old shack out back so dear to me
Though the health department said its day was over and dead
It will stand forever in my memory
Don't let them tear that little brown building down
Don't let them tear that precious building down
Don't let them tear that dear old building down
There's not another like it in the country or the town
It was not so long ago that I went tripping through the snow
Out to that house behind my old hound dog
Where I would sit me down to rest like a snowbird on his nest
And I'd read that Sears and Roebuck catalog
Oh I would hum a happy tune peeping through the quarter moon
As my daddy's kin had done so much before
It was in that quiet spot daily cares could be forgot
And it gave the same relief to rich and poor
Don't let them tear...
Now it was not a castle fair but I could dream of future there
Build my castle to the yellow jackets drone
I could orbit round the sun fight with General Washington
Or be a king upon a golden throne
It wasn't fancy built at all we had newspapers on the wall
It was air-conditioned in the wintertime
Oh it was just an humble hut but its door was never shut
And a man could get inside without a dime
Don't let them tear...
-Bobby Bare-
BTW: If Brent can't make it, I'm available and I like .40 Country Club malt liquor.