Sunday, January 2, 2011

I Gotta Feeling

You know, curse me if I'm bad but I get fascinated by Bad Things. It's in no way pathological, but I just end up wondering WHY. It drives Brigitte nuts, my obsession with Goebbels and why on earth a human being could put to death six of his own children, but indulge me. Why anyone does anything.

My questing mind always asks WHY? WHY? What the fuck possessed you to chew the face off your best friend?

So there you have it. Hitler and the Nazis. The Japs. It drives Brigitte absolutely nuts. Don't matter too much. True-crime junkie.

But sometimes I get pissed off. I get pissed off when animals pretend to be human beings. Child molesters. Priests. You know. I'm the guy who's going to give you the shank between number three and number four ribs while you serve your 100 years for each count.

But some creatures are simply too despicable for words. I watched a documentary on Jeffrey Dahmer, the insane serial killer, but part of my heart went out to him. He didn't truly MEAN to dismember fifteen young men  and eat some of them. . . it was an IMPULSE. No mitigating factors whatever.

Well, let it just be said that he got his. A good dose of the best medicine.

But you know, even serial killers can go out with style. He was miserably murdered, but there's one fucking human skank that I would personally call the hit on, in the most gruesome way imaginable, and it isn't Paul Bernardo, in case you were wondering.


You know, I know Hitler smirked as he ate his vegetarian supper and relished another massacre of 12,000 Jews, but if anything pisses me off it's a fucking killer who smiles when he describes his deeds.

Joran Van der Sloot, just pray I never have to be in the same prison as you, ya laughing fuck. It will be extremely unpleasant.

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