Crazy Killer Guys who stab their wives to death and do NAWT get in trouble. WTF.

I am reading this book called Death of a Jewish American Princess by Shirley Frondorf. It is about this guy, Stephen Steinberg, who killed his wife Elana, and got off. He got off on an insanity defense. But from reading this book, I could tell that he only got off because his lawyer was slick and the DA did a horrible job. Additionally, the jury was a bunch of retards who were obviously not doing their job.

I had trouble finding a picture of old Stephen on the internet, so I scanned a picture from the library book that I'm reading. These are some pictures of him walking out of court, a free man, after he killed his wife.

This guy is disgusting. He first lied and said that some men with"bushy hair" killed his wife, but after they discovered that he did it, he claimed he was sleepwalking. Oh man. Sleepwalking. I'm not even kidding.

They trashed this poor woman too, after her death. The poor woman was not even there to defend herself. But old Steve's defense was that she henpecked him and was such a bitch that one night he snapped. Sleepwalking. And stabbed her to death. The mother of his two children.

It is a crazy story. I'm not even finished with it. But I would like to say that if a guy stabs his wife to death, he should be put in jail for the rest of his life at the very least. I have had experience in court, and I know first hand how screwed up our justice system is. There should be a hard and fast law: you kill your wife, you get in freaking trouble. End of story. I like America and all, but it sure is f'ed up.

That's all.

Ricky Lee Green: Sicko McSickface

I read this book once called Bloodrush, by Patricia Springer. It is about Ricky Lee Green. You will find that many serial killers come from Texas, just like Green did. Florida too. Something about the hot air and the alligators and the dumb accents I guess breed them weird there. Nothing like a cold New England breeze to clear your head. I guess they don't get much of that there, cus they sure are sick puppies in that part of the country.

Anyway, Bloodrush is a pretty good book. It tells all about Ricky Lee Green and his crazy wife, Sharon. They were really screwed up sexually. Sex is something that is good for me if the person I am having sex with is attractive and smells good and is nice to make out with. But Ricky Lee and Sharon were not satisfied with that stuff. Oh no. (Not that either of them were very attractive.) They like, mutilated people and drank their blood and stuff.

Ricky Lee Green was gay, and also had been abused sexually and physically as a child. This should be a lesson to people: do not abuse your kids. Don't know why anyone would want to, but if you do, they totally become screwed up. There is a good chance your kid may become screwed up anyway, but abusing them is sure to help it along.

It is so gross, this stuff about Ricky Lee Green, that I can't even write about it anymore. It's just nasty. :(

Serial Killers: What's their problem, anyway?

I just don't get it. I suppose it is because I am normal. Normal enough not to ever try to kill anyone. The exception to the rule would be in self defense, or in defense of someone I loved.

Yes. Mouth loves. I'm not a hard ass. I love a whole lot.

But serial killers kill for other reasons. I have read countless books about serial killers. They are all crazy. They all are sick. They all kill people for no good reason. I have read books about people who have killed their boyfriends for money, killed their wives just because they were pissed off, killed strangers just because they are perverted and it turns them on. They are all sickos.

I wish some serial killers would read this blog and tell me why they are serial killers. I mean, the people who write the books I read try to explain it. But they never do a really good job. I read Ann Rule's books. She was friends with Ted Bundy when she was writing about the Ted Bundy murders and she didn't even know it was freaking him. How clueless can you get? Those true crime writers don't know dick. You can't trust them to explain anything to you.

So anyway, I thought I would write every day about a different serial killer. Just because it's my blog and I can. Tomorrow will be Ricky Lee Green. He was one sick bastard. Tune in then. K?