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?
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