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I hope that in some way this story was inspired by Nic Cage. I like the idea that people are out there watching Nic Cage movies thinking "Yes, I need to do some of this in my real life." It doesn't even matter what movie, either, just so long as Cage had a prominent role in it.
In this case, Clyde Gardner took a page from the Nic Cage opus The Wicker Man. Did he run afoul of a vagicentric island full of beekeepers? Did he wonder aloud how that doll got burned? Better. He schemed to dress up like a bear and commit unwholesome murder!
Gardner's plan was to find a real-life bear and kill it. How? Who knows, maybe give it an aneurysm by explaining this dumb-shit plan. Once the bear was dead, he would skin it. Then he would dress up in the skin and wait outside his girlfriend's home. Once she took out the garbage, he would attack her, in the bear skin, and use the bear claws to maul her to death, thus ensuring that the evidence pointed entirely to a bear as the culprit. It was almost too easy.
How did his plan fail? Gardner got lazy and changed plans, instead just asking a buddy if he wouldn't mind running his girlfriend over instead. The buddy notified the cops, and Gardner was rewarded with 15 years in prison.
Every so often you'll hear about a plot cops come up with to catch criminals that's so brilliant in its stupidity, you're convinced it could never work. The most famous is inviting parole violators to come to the police station to pick up a boat or a vacation they won, which somehow actually duped a good number of idiots into showing up.
Managing to be even more brazen were police in Marathon, Florida, who found a small grow operation and seized all the plants, leaving behind nothing but a ransom note that basically said if you want your pot back, call to negotiate. So Steve Locasio called.
I like to think cries of "derp" echoed throughout the halls of the police station after the call was made, especially since they'd only left the note as a joke in the first place. Nonetheless, Locasio called looking for his weed and negotiated a price of $200, which he handed over to an undercover officer shortly thereafter, just before being arrested.
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Putting on a disguise to commit a crime is not a half bad idea. Why use your real face when so many masks are available? And the better the disguise, the better your chances of getting away, right? That's pretty much the key, though, that "better" part. Which is to say a shitty disguise gives you a shitty chance of pulling off your little scheme. If you dress up like a machine-gun-toting elephant with a bloody erection, that's an awful disguise. People will remember that and be able to say they saw you running south or whatever. Likewise, if you do what Dennis Hawkins did, you will also get caught.
Hawkins, a bank robber, put on some clown pants, a blonde wig, and a pair of sweet, fake titties. Also his big, manly black mustache and goatee combo. Using a BB gun, he held up the bank and escaped to a car, forcing the owner out. She called the police while Hawkins sat in the driver's seat and opened his bag of loot, setting off the dye pack inside and adding a nice layer of red paint to his disguise. This either crushed Hawkins' spirit or just blew his mind, insofar as he stayed put until cops arrived and arrested him for robbery and the lesser charge of public dipshittery.
Social media can be best described as a technological buttfucker stew. It offers you the opportunity to find out what people you never cared about in grade school are up to and what people you don't know and will never know are doing right now, in real time, in under 140 characters and/or via sepia-tone photos. What an age we live in.
The most exciting use of social media is, of course, to be stupid. Like super stupid. Maybe you post how your boss is a dumbass when he's on your friend list, or maybe you post photos of the party you had when your parents were out of town so they can see it from their hotel. And maybe you rob a bank and then make a seven-minute YouTube video in which you admit to robbing the bank and stealing a car prior to the robbery, and then you count out the cash on camera, just in case anyone wasn't sure it was true. Also you then say how you love Green Day, because you'll want to put a cherry on your dipshit cake.
Nineteen-year-old Hannah Sabata did all of these things, possibly after spending her formative years in a glue factory, but we'll never know for sure. But what we do know is she also wrote "I just stole a car and robbed a bank. Now I'm rich, I can pay off my college financial aid and tomorrow I'm going for a shopping spree. Bite me" to go along with her video, because she needed the world to know what the little devil on her shoulder was drunkenly slurring into her ear when she hatched this scheme.
Because Sabata's mental powers are on par with those of a turnip, she was wearing the same clothes in the video, described the car she stole, and pretty much explained every detail of the crime, so there was really no way for her to get away with it at all, barring YouTube going out of business within an hour or so of her posting it. She was sentenced to 10 to 20 years in prison. Maybe she can vlog.