Bøger af C Rich

Today is a day like any other day. My awareness is full circle. Scratching away at my very soul. The evils which I now know. The terrible sight that I've seen. In the darkest corners of the world. In the most bottomless pits of despair. The four corners of nowhere. All the good things are canceled. My heart is nestled. Hanging on a fine thread, me. I wrote those words long ago after my brother killed himself. What happened so long ago is like yesterday in my mind's eye. Many of you reading these words know exactly what I mean. Many are just now facing the horror of it. Many have faced this horror show more than once. We are part of a club. A club no one ever wants to be in. We are the survivors of suicide. We are the people left behind in the wake of unending despair. We stand witness to one of the most devastating acts a human being can do. Strangely, when most people think of suicide, they think it is an act someone does to themselves. Ironically, nothing can be further from the truth. I believe life has called upon me to write a book about this subject. Whether that voice I hear pushing me towards this is just my subconscious calling out to me. Or maybe it is just the ones I once knew calling out to me from the grave regretting what they did. Somehow, I feel that I need to write this book. If not for me, but for the countless many out there of whom only they can understand. The horrible truth is, if you are not in this club, you simply cannot understand. It is not something you can learn, but something you can only experience. It is something I would not wish on my worst enemy. I want to explain what it has been like for me. I want to tell you about my brother Keith and my friend Anthony along the way. I need to get this off my chest.

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This is the story about a group of guys that called themselves "The Misers." If you did not lay every ounce of sweat, blood and tears of who you were on the football field with us, you were not a Miser. There is very little proof of what we did outside of police reports, newspaper articles, local news video clips and unforgettable folklore. It is hard to believe how famous we really got back then, but make no mistake about it, The Misers of Miramar rocked that South Florida town.This is the story about the greatest group of guys one could have the privilege of growing up with. This is the story about a bunch of troublemakers, jocks, burnouts and nerds that ruled the streets and beaches of South Florida in the 1970s and 1980s. This is just one more story from The Last Generation of Freedom.

A cold gentle breeze hits his face A strong wind gathers its strength Shining upon thee with grace His destiny heaven sent Lost in a maze of discontent Limbo state, unending wait So many hurdles to prevent Breaking through the circle of fate A stone's throw from reality's doorstep A hop, skip and a jump from failure Only his soul is kept in check Poetry to his soul is like water to a sailor He won't part before he's heard Something inside won't let him die He needs the world to hear his word Someone out there to hear his cry He is the dreamer of all dreamers Flying up into the sky Swirling, swirling Lustful and alive

This raw and unedited book of sardonic blog posts stands alone in all the cacophony that had surrounded The Casey Anthony Case. C. Rich was the very first author, from the very beginning of the Casey Saga, to publish his opinion that the State of Florida had no case against Casey Anthony. C. Rich publicly claimed, well before the trial even began, that Casey Anthony would walk out the front door of her jailhouse a free woman. At the time, he was called insane, nuts and every other pejorative one can think of and even had his life threaten because of his opinion. Follow his prophetic views as history unfolds in real time to see how right C. Rich really was. His blog series on the Casey Anthony Trial was not only part of the history, but was in the end, the only writings that got it right.

Follow C. Rich as he takes us deep into the culture of telemarketing fraud as seen through the eyes of the criminal. Read page by page how the author transports us behind the scenes of telemarketing fraud, reveals to us the people who engage in it, their mindset, and how this group of criminals forced the President and Congress to change the laws of the United States. Climb into the mind of a white collar criminal on this epic journey of fraud and depravity. C. Rich has provided true crime readers one of the most dark and insightful books of its kind. Being the only book of note about one of the FBI's biggest and most successful undercover operations in the 1990s, Down the Road to Operation Senior Sentinel is one of the greatest American True Crime books to come along in a long time. This unforgettable page turner is a must read for all true crime junkies and a classic C. Rich style book that only he can provide. Follow along as C. Rich pulls the curtain back to reveal white collar crime like never seen before. Down the Road to Operation Senior Sentinel is a period piece that brings us all back to the 1980s and 1990s and follows the rise of a white collar criminal out of South Florida whose career got the attention of the Attorney General Janet Reno and The FBI.

Follow C. Rich as he takes us deep into the culture of white collar crime as seen through the eyes of the criminal. Starting as a young child growing up in South Florida, follow the tumultuous childhood that lead to the rise of an empire doomed to fall. Read page by page how the author transports us behind the scenes of telemarketing fraud, reveals to us the people who engage in it, their mindset and how this group of criminals forced the Presiden and Congress to change the laws of the United States. C. Rich has provided true crime readers one of the most dark and insightful books of its kind. Shadow C. Rich as you take a revealing journey through the federal prison system after his eventual arrest and conviction. An epic journey of rags to riches.

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Follow along as I connect the dots and show you how the actions of the Press surrounding George Zimmerman and the Trayvon Martin shooting, led directly to the death of Alison Parker and Adam Ward. In case you do not remember, they were the two members of the Press that were shot dead on the air while conducting a live television interview on August 26, 2015. This book is strictly my opinion of certain events. I am not an investigative reporter. This book is based on my memory of things, of which I could be wrong. It is opinion, not fact. Do not believe a word of this story without independently verifying it for yourself. Which is exactly what I want you to do. You will be shocked.

Billy Joel once called it "an acoustic nightmare." Rodger Waters called the place "a real compromise." And Robert Plant said, "This is the first gig I've ever done that was rained out inside the building." However, what they might not have understood at the time was that this place was a temple to all of us in South Florida. It was a sacred place where we would gather and worship at the altar of Hard Rock. It was where we went to hear angels sing. It was the place the rock god Brian Johnson screamed out, "Oh, Let there be rock!" I am talking about the Hollywood Sportatorium in the 1980s. I'm talking about a place in Rock 'n' Roll history that existed for 18 years as the only venue of its kind in all of South Florida to see rock music live. The Hollywood Sportatorium, or The Sporto as we called it, was the venue in South Florida where everyone came to play like Bon Jovi, Cinderella, Def Leppard, Guns N' Roses, Iron Maiden, Judas Priest, Mötley Crüe, Night Ranger, Poison, Quiet Riot, Ratt, Triumph, Foreigner, Twisted Sister and Van Halen just to name a handful. It was the place where we would all go to see all of our favorite bands. If you were a rock band and you never played the Sporto, then you just hadn't made it to the top like Foreigner sang about in the song "Jukebox Hero." The Sporto was an arena that held 15,532 rock souls and was THE place for live rock concerts in South Florida. The building does not exist anymore. However, it still stands in the four corners of my heart and soul. I can still see the whole place in my mind's eye. I can still smell the cigarette and pot smoke in the air. If I close my eyes long enough, I can hear the sounds of the last Heavy Metal Band to ever play there, Judas Priest in September of 1988 singing "Turbo Lover." Some of the best memories of my entire life lay forever in the four walls of the Hollywood Sportatorium. I heard some of the greatest bands the world of music had to offer. I heard bands right in the middle of their prime. I saw bands play before anyone knew who they were and I watched bands play long after their peak and everything in between. I stood witness to the greatest era in rock 'n' roll. I stood in abject awe watching and listening to the last generation of master musicians that could actually play their instruments. I came of age in a magical time in music. I was there and grew up during 1980's Hard Rock scene.

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