More than a dozen former NBA players have been charged in New York federal court in an alleged multi-million-dollar health insurance fraud scheme to rip off the league's benefit plan, according to an indictment unsealed in the Southern District on Thursday.
The 18 former players named in the indictment include alleged scheme ringleader Terrence Williams, selected 11th overall in the 2009 NBA draft by the then-New Jersey Nets, six-time NBA All-Defensive Team member Tony Allen, former Lakers Guard Shannon Brown and Ronald Glen Davis, who played for the Boston Celtics, Orlando Magic and Los Angeles Clippers over the course of his career.
Allen's wife, Desiree Allen, is the only woman charged in the indictment.
Those indicted face charges of conspiracy to commit health care and wire fraud as well as aggravated identity theft.
Those allegedly fraudulent claims totaled about $3.9 million, from which the defendants got about $2.5 million in fraudulent proceeds, the indictment alleges.
Williams allegedly orchestrated the years-long scheme and recruited other NBA health plan participants to assist by offering them fake invoices to support their allegedly false health plan claims. He is accused of receiving kickback payments totaling at least $230,000 in return for providing the alleged false documentation.
She wasn't mature enough yet to turn them into statues, but the gaze from the baby snakes that uncoiled from her scalp still petrified their bitchy hearts
Posted recently about how my colleagues were being put upon by an administrative witch-hunt to pin recent unrest in the school on me (I dared to question the legality of our working conditions.)
In the last week we've lost 30% of our department, including our extremely competent history teacher who the students loved. They couldn't take it anymore. Another teacher is in the hospital with organ failure related to exhaustion. We were held for 3 hours after school on Monday just to be shit on by administration. The beatings shall continue until morale improves, so I've accepted my role as the ringleader.
While I search for a new job, I've made it my mission to make sure the students know their rights in their clusterfuck of a school. I returned from warming up my lunch to find the alphabet mafia in my room with questions. Apparently, the big yeeyee boy who had been threatening the trans and gay kids in the bathrooms without any repercussions because his xenophobic daddy's on the board is at it again.
We "edited an essay" together because the principal watches us on the cameras. Except, the essay was actually the Title IX legislation, and I wrote the district student advocate's email at the bottom.
During last period, I role-played requesting a police report from the SRO with another scared kid.
Showed a colleague from overseas how to use LinkedIn to find a non-school job that would sponsor their visa.
This is the number of fucks I give right now. Better find me fast, because I am the ringleader.
In July of 2020 it was announced via Morrissey Central that BMG would be releasing a “rebooted” reissue of Tormentors but then it was just never mentioned again.
I’ve been waiting ever since to hear more about a release date, but it only just recently occurred to me that since he split with BMG last November that this may not happen?
What a shame, considering the original pressings cost an arm and a leg!
This is probably my final update to this saga, and I hate to say that they finally broke me.
After recieving heavy public praise from district level observers and the district RTI manager early in the week, I was feeling pretty vindicated, but it was short-lived. My boss' face when the observer started reading their notes with, "One of my favorite classrooms was Ms. I's..." was just delicious.
I realized a few days ago that the work of the teacher who became too sick to continue was being steadily shifted in my direction, but the boss is taking credit since they physically sit in the room while the kids do the work (that I planned), because I can't be in two places at once.
I get up just as exhausted as I went to bed most mornings and then immediately vomit just thinking about all of the work that didn't get done yesterday that I'll no doubt get my ass handed to me over today. My hair loss is starting to become noticeable.
My best efforts at support and love haven't done much to heal the vulnerable kiddos at my school since the admin seems to have sided with the oppressors while feigning an impossible neutrality. We had a whole fucking assembly about it which ate up the entirety of 1 of the 2 planning periods that I should've gotten this week.
My own kid is starting to suffer emotionally and academically because of my constant exhaustion, and I've realized I need space to attend to that.
I don't have a new position yet, but I'll keep looking. Another school or university isn't an option. I've been an adjunct before and did not love it. I'm writing my letter of resignation, but still trying to balance when I can turn it in without going broke in the meantime.
I wonder if, "The meltdown of this facility makes Chernobyl look like a tea light," is too strong for a resignation letter.
Keep fighting the good fight, everyone, unless you can't anymore. Then, don't, because that's also an option.
UPDATE: I was not dismissed, but the principal did sit in our hallway for pretty much all of first and second period. They bawled me out when I poked my head out to ask if everything was okay and if they needed something. The phrase, "I'M BEING A GOOD PRINCIPAL MONITORInG MY SCHOOL. WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" was hurled in my direction. It was weirdly satisfying. #notwhatagoodprincipalwouldsay
This is an update on the rapidly evolving dystopia that is my work environment.
Admin’s inability to find the source of unrest in the school, along with some weird student behaviors probably more than slightly tangentially related to said unrest, and some “concerns about conversations in the classrooms” have prompted the boss to put audio into the ever watchful circuitry of the constantly running (on a giant screen in their office) security cameras.
How do I know this? Certainly not because they informed us ahead of time, which would be the decent and humane thing to do, along with some sort of plausible justification. I know this because I teach journalism, which is really as close as you can get to running a spy network in a public school.
I asked admin about it and their shadiness in evading the subject was all the proof I needed for confirmation.
Everyone has been appropriately warned, though just to test it, I did sit in my classroom with a colleague after school and shake my fist at the camera about the level of 1984 we’ve achieved in such a short time along with some concerns about the boss’s mental state (so paranoid) and my strong desire to be done with the place.
I fully expect to be canned tomorrow.
I have one that I got for Christmas from Ebay a couple years back, but it’s literally just a Hanes t shirt with a poorly-applied sticker of the album cover. I need to know where to find one that is actually well-printed. Please help
