Rebecca Haro didn’t just “make a report.” Allegedly she put on a full Broadway production of a fake kidnapping. Her leading man? Jake Haro, her husband, a certified monster with a résumé of child cruelty so vile it left his own daughter practically a vegetable for life. For that atrocity, our justice system, ever generous to sadists, gift-wrapped him six months in jail and a probation deal softer than a baby’s blanket. He even violated that probation by grabbing a gun, but apparently “no kids allowed” wasn’t part of his probation terms. Justice didn’t just take a vacation here, it retired, bought a condo in Florida, and stopped answering calls. So now we’ve got Jake, the human embodiment of a felony, standing as the obvious prime suspect in the disappearance of his infant son. Presumption? He killed the baby. Motivation? Who cares. This guy needs no reason to be violent. And Rebecca? She’s the dutiful spouse running interference with a bogus 911 call while sporting a black eye that sc...

It was around 7:00 PM outside a Big 5 Sporting Goods in Yucaipa when Rebecca Haro dialed 911 with a story ripped straight from a bad Lifetime movie. She claimed she woke up after being knocked unconscious by some faceless stranger she conveniently cannot describe. And her seven month old son Emmanuel was gone. Cue the cavalry. The San Bernardino Sheriff’s Department threw everything at it. Officers, helicopters, the works. A massive manhunt for a baby that just vanished. Rebecca had a black eye and the whole traumatized mom performance ready to go. She told police her husband, Jake and their two other kids were off at football practice while she was being a good mom, buying a mouthguard. She claimed she was in the middle of changing the baby’s diaper when, out of nowhere, she was knocked unconscious. This is the part where the stench hits, and I am not talking about the diaper. I hope the cops bagged that thing as scientific evidence. Here is my own ugly, but simple theory. No mys...