The Real KiKi

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networkawesome:

Talk Show - John Wayne Gacy

“When I stand on a mountain and I say “Do it!”, it gets done. If it don’t get done, then I’ll move on it. And that’s the last thing in the world you want me to do!” - Charles Manson

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evilminds:

“I couldn’t find any meaning in my life when I was out there. I’m sure as hell not going to find it in here. This is the grand finale of a life poorly spent and the end result is just overwhelmingly depressing … it’s just a sick, pathetic, wretched, miserable life story, that’s all it is. How it can help anyone, I’ve no idea.” - Jeffrey Dahmer

artemisroseshadow:

I FINALLY FOUND IT/DECIDED TO GET OFF OF MY LAZY ASS AND SCREENCAP IT MYSELF.

I can take no credit for this. This is a screencap of a picture of Gary Ridgway, known as the Green River Killer, at home with his two dogs, lying on his couch in a robe. The first time I had ever come across this picture was while flipping through On Demand with my friend Ellen, looking for serial killer documentaries that we hadn’t seen, and we came across the show ‘Who the (Bleep) Did I Marry?’. This is a screencap from an episode of that show on ID Discovery, called ‘Married To A Monster’, about Gary Ridgway and his ex-wife. I finally got off of my lazy ass and screencapped this, because…. well… I don’t even know, really. It’s just a bit shocking, rather hilarious, and a tad unsettling to think such a charming man with those adorable pooches in his lap is  a serial killer for some people.

But I am digging that robe. And the ‘stache. :/

I wonder how he got along with his dogs…

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on a weekend I would sorta.. pull up the floorboards, and I found it totally unpleasant and I’d get blinding drunk so I could face it, and start dissection you know.. on the kitchen floor, and I’d go out and be sick outside in the garden or something.

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nwkarchivist:

Serial Killer Jeffrey Dahmer Sentenced To Life In Prison 20 Years Ago.

As it happens, the eyes of Jeffrey Dahmer — hazel, placid, almost vacant — project no sinister gleam. If anything, he looks more like a spacey nerd than a serial killer. But murder is his muse. There is no question about the basic facts in the Dahmer case: at least 15 dismembered bodies; the head in the fridge and heart in the freezer; the blue barrel of acid for leftovers. Dahmer has confessed this to the police. In a Milwaukee courtroom this week, he will sit down, screened from spectators by a wall of bulletproof glass eight feet high, while his defense attorney tries to explain him. The details would chill de Sade: the way he killed Ernest Miller, removing the flesh from his bones and bleaching his skeleton; the time he took Matt Turner home after a Gay Pride parade, drugged him with sleeping pills, strangled him and threw his body into the blue barrel; the occasion he had sex with Oliver Lacy’s corpse. “He talks about killing people just as if it’s like pouring a glass of water,” says Deputy Chief Robert Due of the West Allis Police Department in suburban Milwaukee. “He shows no emotion whatsoever.”  Keep reading (if you dare)

Newsweek February 3, 1992

wetbiscuitmcglee:

I got three messages this afternoon from friends/followers telling me it was basically vital that I watch today’s episode of Anderson. The topic was on “Murderabilia”—collectibles related to murderers or violent crime. I was tentative, to say the least: Mr. Cooper is the reason why I became a journalist, putting me at a bit of a bias. However, my interest in criminal investigation puts me at an even greater bias. I went in expecting to be highly disappointed in how things would play out.

I was correct in that assumption.

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I absolutely cannot watch it.  I refuse.  I would become enraged; this was enough to get my blood boiling.  Thank you for your brilliant commentary, love - I’m truly stunned that this sort of biased journalism is allowed to occur.  Does no one take critical thinking classes anymore?  I can’t stand the dirty tactic of playing on people’s emotions.  You’re going to get the audience riled up enough that their good judgment and sense of reason gets clouded, on purpose, just to have them side with you.  That’s fucking dirty.  Selling and/or purchasing “murderabilia” (a loaded term in and of itself) is not the fucking same as killing your fucking loved one.  You can be appalled all you want, and I’m truly sorry the whole enterprise offends people - just as I am truly sorry that the KKK and Westboro Baptist Church offends people - but you can’t stop people from being fascinated by things, or joining groups, that offend you.  There is no such thing as “the right to not be offended.”  I’m so sorry, but no matter how much you cry yourself to sleep at night about it, it’s never going to exist.

One of my ex-boyfriends actually collected and sold Nazi memorabilia - awards, pins, medals, coins, etc. - for many years over Ebay until they banned the buying and selling of these items.  We weren’t Nazis by any means, nor did we advocate or agree with anything the Nazis did… we just bought some shit that Nazis used to own.  Even then I thought it was ridiculous that Ebay chose to eliminate an entire niche and community of buyers and sellers.  Fine - if not by Ebay, then by some other means.  You can’t stop people from engaging in these activities.

The goal here isn’t to offend anyone; it’s not about defacing the memories of the victims and it’s not about pushing any sort of envelope.  It’s about buying and selling products which we find valuable, however macabre and distasteful John Q. Public finds them.

Ok, that’s enough.  I’m literally clenching my jaw right now.

Long live murderabilia!

“In 1970 the Santa Cruz area began to acquire a notoriety that could no longer be attributed to hippies. John Linley Frazier, the first of three mass murderers to strike in as many years, was in fact reported to the sheriff as a murder suspect by members of a local experiment-in-living group. To Santa Cruz crime buffs he soon became known as the Ding-Dong, Avon-Calling killer.

…But random killings continued to plague the Santa Cruz area… At first, no one connected the disappearances of Mary Ann, Anita, or Aiko with the Santa Cruz scene. Then a Carbillo Community College girl named Mary disappeared and was not seen again.

It became obvious that one or more murderers, at least one with a decided skill for dissection, was working in the Santa Cruz area. And it became more obvious as more bodies washed up in the surf or were discovered in the hills. The pure randomness of the killings plus continuing reports of rape terrorized and angered the community. So far as women students were concerned, it could as well be one as another who was ‘hit’ next. What could you do except try not to hitch rides and keep your door locked?

…The University (of California, Santa Cruz), besieged by worried parents and concerned that enrollments were dropping, which they were, took certain steps. Bulletin boards warned:

When possible, girls especially, stay in dorms after midnight with doors locked.

If you must be out at night - walk in pairs.

DON’T HITCH A RIDE, PLEASE! If you feel you must hitch a ride - do it with a friend, but NOT ALONE. Try to choose cars with University parking decals (A, B, C or R).

…In the early months of 1973, all the terror in the surrounding countryside seemed to coalesce in Santa Cruz.”

- Excerpt from Why: The Serial Killer in America by Margaret Cheney

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I made a third set for you guys. There has been such a positive reaction to the first two sets (you can see them here and here if you haven’t already). I was really overwhelmed with some of the sweet, positive, fun and supportive comments. Although, of course, you can’t make this kind of shit without stirring the stick up some people’s asses, so I did get some shitty responses from them as well, but you can’t please everybody.

In this one, I added one of my favorite mobsters, Al Capone. Click here if you don’t know about the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre.

So to those of you who have a healthy sense of humor and an appreciation for the macabre: thank you! Your kind words were lovely to read and I want to send you all my love. Thanks for being awesome!

And for those of you who enjoy shitting on other people’s parades, I hope that one day, some kind soul will remove whatever’s been stored up your rectum for the entirety of your mediocre little life.  Good luck with that.

happyphantom:

Edmund Kemper III from Aptos, California dwarfs escort officer Enroute to his cell a the Pueblo City jail after being questioned by officials about the unsolved murder of 6 co-ed’s. Police said Kemper admitted to killing his mother and a friend on a phone call to Santa Cruz police. (April 1973)

crimescenes101:

Ted Bundy after execution Jan. 24 1989

Holy. Crap. I usually never reblog Ted’s post-mortem photos, but this is an amazing picture…

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