"I don't condone murder but I condone it. My heart goes out to the families of the victims, but much more importantly, the psychopaths that randomly killed so many people for shits and giggles are gone and the world is so much the worse for it. Also, whenever I get an anonyous ask, it's obviously the same peron each time! Fuck off and stop judging me!"
I dunno, maybe if you wanted to stop getting anonymous questions, you could try blocking anonymous questions? It's a simple fix, surely. Also, circular reasoning, holy cow. Say something, contradict it in the following sentence, add a smattering of, like,
totally real feels OMG, and if anyone calls you out on your bullshit, don't answer any questions, just get pissed off that they had the affront to ask.
It's an SJW with a gun.
was there anything else besides that? bundy's pretty simple when you think about it: dude had serious issues with wanting power over people, whether exerted through murder, rape, or just plain lying. in his case, bundy really can't be seperated from his actions because there's nothing else there.
@AnOminous also mentioned the black hole theory, which pretty much explains it. bundy loved to present all this different personalities because he didn't have one in the first place.
arguments can be made about what a serial killer is like outside of their crimes, e.g. Dahmer, but with Bundy his legacy tells you all you need to know. actually, i think a lot of the serial killer fandom comes from discovering the killer's life, and mistaking explanations for excuses.
Yeah, you're exactly right. There's a difference between a monster in a human suit and someone with the ability to compartmentalise their own terrible acts.
Take the difference between a military sniper and someone who goes up on top of a tall building and shoots at random people. The military sniper is a highly trained professional, following orders impersonally but humanely. He goes for the kill shot every time. Not just because it's efficient, less likely to draw attention to both his target and himself, and wounds can always be healed, but also because he's not a monster. He's not there because he enjoys it, he's there to follow orders and do his job. Maybe he doesn't care why he's been ordered to do it, maybe he genuinely believes that he's doing the right thing, but at the end of the war, he returns home to his family and takes up the hobby of growing monster sized pumpkins for display at the yearly show. And never touches a gun again for the rest of his life and is glad of it.
The monster in a human suit, however, enjoys every second of what he does and as far as he's concerned, it's the intervals between killing where he's fake. The only thing that's real is the act of murder itself. He does the deed and puts his human suit back on while he plans in exquisite detail just exactly what he's going to do when he can take the thing off again. Sometimes you have schizophrenics like David Berkowitz but most of the time, a serial killer isn't ill. They maybe manic during the crime itself, but they know what they're doing and it's really the only time that they feel
anything. You can take someone like Rose West and see just horrific her childhood was at the hands of her father, Bill Letts (who may have been involved in the murders himself, as biographer Jane Carter Woodrow suggests) but just as you're feeling sorry for her, you remember what you're looking at and you find yourself wanting to take your brain out of your skull and scrub it with bleach.
I think for a lot of these groupies, they see the horrific crimes that their crush has committed, and think that the horror is merely the expression of deep and profound suffering on the part of the serial killer. On the part of the serial killer, they're just enjoying themselves. Another tidbit that I remember and can't quite place concerns a necrophile in the habit of revisting the corpses where he dumped them. When he was finally apprehended it was winter (I'm pretty certain this is an English killer, but correct me if I'm wrong) and he didn't want to undress when he was taken into custody. Turned out that he'd devised a special garment so that his genitals were uncovered and his legs and buttocks were proteceted against the cold.
He was wearing a fucking jumper like a pair of pants and he was much, much more embarrassed about being caught wearing it than being caught having sex with a corpse.
Who says romance is dead? Still want to moon over that, groupie?
EDIT:
@TowinKarz has reminded me that the deviant in the jumper was Peter Sutcliffe, the Yorkshire Ripper.
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