Wednesday, November 4, 2009

He Likes His Women Dead




Dead girls don't put up a fight, they don't say no and you needn't take them out to dinner or worry about winning them over with your sparkling personality.


What you do need to worry about is where to hide those pesky bodies. Especially if you don't eat them like Jeffrey Dahlmer did. So, Anthony Sowell buried them in the back yard, left them to rot in the attic and wrapped their skulls in paper in the basement. That means that he lived in close proximity to the death he created on a constant basis. Maybe he liked it that way, I'm not sure that I want to know.


What will probaby happen is that people from his childhood will pop up and have things to say about their impressions of him, what he was like with girls and if he started out torturing animals. You have to take it with a grain of salt since some people will do anything for their five seconds on the evening news.


This is so depressing but isn't it fitting that the police caught him on Halloween? And just a few days before that he was up to his usual shit, getting a girl drunk in his house and attacking her with the intent to rape and kill. Thank God that one managed to get away.


The saddest part? All those families visiting the missing person's station that they set up down the street, hoping that one of the bodies is their missing loved one, just for some answers and maybe some closure.


By the way, we are up to ten bodies now. All this just a few miles from our home. Read the sex offender list from your neighborhood, people. There are plenty of sickos out there and they are not just in Ohio, though we do seem more adept than other states at creating them.


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