I never had any positive role models when I was a kid. My father was always a
pathetic, self-pitying loser and alcoholic. I had no older brother (no brother
period), and my family was wary of my presence at best. To them, I was nothing
more than a demonic devil child who partook in disgusting practices such as
eating my own excretions. Oh, I got plenty of attention, so don't give me any of
that shit that I say the things that I say as a cry for attention. I hate
listening to that shit from people and reading it in emails sent to my inbox. I
was never about attention. I wanted less attention, believe it or not. I just
wanted my parents, sister, and faggot shrink to leave me alone and let me east
my shit in peace!
Like any other kid at that age, I was into comics and cartoons and stuff like
that. It was al the action and adventure that captivated my interest. Sure, I
was into superheroes like Superman, Batman, and Spiderman, but I thought of the
heroes themselves as nothing but posers, and goody two-shoes. Superman and
Spiderman were altruistic fools. If I had super-powers, I would use them for my
own benefit rather than to making the world a safer and better place for
mankind. Fuck that! Let the world decay inot a withering, decrepit cesspool, an
even worse hellwhole than it is now. Let crime and terrorism reign supreme and
the good people of America live in constant terror 24-7. That would make the
world a better place for me and I wouldn't have to do a damn thing.
Even Batman is a moron in his own right. So he doesn't have superpowers and
fights crime out of a desire for revenge because "evil-doers" killed his mommy
and daddy—oh BOO-HOO! When I was a kid, I envied him for that, and I envy him
now more than ever. But I guess the revenge element is cool in its own way. So
why not make it an eye for an eye, rather than having that stupid no-killing
code of honor that every superhero seems to adhere to. Kill the Joker, the
Penguine, Riddler, and Two-Face; that's the only way true vengeance can ever be
achieved. I love an eye-for-an-eye mentality and all the chaos and destruction
it always seems to bring.
This refusal to kill even the most heinous nemesis is a flaw held as a badge of
honor by way too many superheroes...of my childhood anyway, and even as a
kid—long before all of my misanthropy and libertine leanings had fully
flourished and blossomed to what they are now (though the seeds had already been
planted)--this stupid code of "honor" made me sick to my stomach. Not only was
it completely unrealistic (no one in reality would ever adhere to such a shitty
code), but all it did was sneak a little bit of sentamental, idealistic bullshit
morality into the mix. Don't make me laugh! If I were a superhero, things would
be much different, but I won't go into that here, but I won't get into that in
any great detail here. Let me just say that I'd kill the villains the first time
I fought them; that'll keep those scumbags from coming back again and again to
keep fucking with me. But my policies as a superhero is a rant for another day.
Let's just say that superheroes are no heroes in my book.
But for now, lets concentrate on the real life heros.
First we'll get into the celebrities: Actors. Role models. Sports players.
Olympic gold medal winners. They are all a bunch of greedy, arrogant shitheads.
They think that because they push themselves to the limits that makes them a
hero. Bullshit! They do it for the fame and fortune and to nurture their stupid
pride. I can't for the life of me understand how anyone can call these assholes
heroes.
But what about those that save lives and make such a huge difference in the
world--a positive difference, of course? And they do it for altruistic reasons
rather than their own personal gain.
Those sappy, pathetic fools will get no respect or admiration from me.
But there are certain individuals that have earned my admiration and respect and
that I would even go so far as to call a hero. There are many examples of these,
but for now, I'll just give you one to keep this installment from getting too
long:
Serial killers.
If anyone has earned the right and the honor to be called a hero, it is men like
Ted Bundy, Jeffrey Dahmer, Albert Fish, The Boston Strangler, Jack the Ripper,
John Wayn Gacy, The Zodiac, and Richard Ramirez. I think that we all have a
certain amount of admiration for the serial killer--I'm just the one of the few
with the balls to admit to thinking of these guys as heroes. But we all do to a
certain extent. How else would you explain all the documentaries, specials,
articles, and references providing vast amounts of information on individual
serial murderers? Or various websites such as Crime Library, Serial Killers A-Z,
and Killer Fonts? Let's face it, folks, the world at large practically worships
these guys.
And why shouldn't we worship them? Look at all the entertainment they provide
for us. And they don't even get paid for their good deeds. They put their
freedom at risk doing what they do and their health as well, killing their
victims as thoroughly as they do. They kill strangers; they have no way of
knowing where their victim had been, what they'd done, or what they might be
carrying around with them. The serial killer usually tears right into his victim
and it is a very bloody affair. And lets not forget that the killer will very
often have sexual intercourse (non-consensual, of course) either before or after
the victim is dead. If the victim has AIDS or Hepatitis, the poor killer doesn't
stand a chance.
Serial killers truly do make the world a better place. The world is way too
overpopulated as it is--six billion people is definitely a lot to be cramming
into our small world. Anything that reduces it to even a very small percentage
is a thing of beauty. Sure, serial killers may not rank up there with famine,
disease, war, or terrorism, but it still makes a small contribution, cracking a
small dent in the overpopulation problem, and thus, must be given proper credit.
Jake Truman is one of these great heroes, though not well-known as he only
killed three women before getting caught. But he still wins my admiration
because at least he tried. And best of all, I actually knew him before he
murdered his first victim, and he was definitely my hero since the day we met.
I had no friends in elementary school, junior high, or high school. Everyone
thought I was a freak--like my parents, my sister, and my child-shrink--and they
either fought to keep their distance, giving me wide berth as I walked through
the school corridor, or they made a point to make my life a living hell. I won't
go through that in detail here as it was painful, humiliating, and way too
shameful. I'll just say that it helped to fuel the fires of my passionate hatred
of the world. I guess that at that stage of life--like any other phase--you must
conform to their way or they will make your life a living hell until you do or
until you leave. I was never able to do that, however; I guess I'm just a bad
actor.
Jake Truman was probably one of the first friends I ever had (and only friend,
perhaps). Maybe when I was very young, a little kid, my parents might have
gotten me together with some other kid, but I no longer remember that now.
Besides Eve, I think that Jake was about the only person I ever knew that I
could truly relate to at least in some way.
I met Jake Truman when I first started college. We were college roomates. We got
along perfectly throughout the four months we knew each other. It was a short
period of time, yes, but we developed a bond of friendship that would last a
lifetime.
Truman was obsessed with the whole concept of death and read everything he could
get his hands on about the topic. Had the Internet been around at the time, he
would have no doubt been deeply engaged and fascinated with sites such as Ogrish
and the now defunct Choose Death. He loved everything about death and corpses
and the many causes of death, whether natural or resulting from foul play. He
admired serial killers as I admire them, and dreamed of one day becoming one
himself. He wanted to go down as one of the big-name killers. Truman already had
a plan and role-played the scenario often, psyching himself up, getting ready
for when he would one day--several years later--act out his violent fantasies
for real.
We both flunked out around the same time, at the end of the first semester, and
we never saw each other again after that. But five years later, I saw the name
"Jake Truman" in the paper and I smiled. He had been apprehanded by the police
while fleeing from a murder scene, covered in the blood of his first victim;
tried for three counts of murder; found guilty; and sentenced to die. I was
smiling fondly, filled with joy after finishing the article, because it was then
that I knew that Jake Truman, my best friend, had finally lived his dream.
He never made it to the gas chamber, though.
A month later, he was found raped and beaten to death in the shower. He was
degraded and died a horrible death, but none of that matters now and it didn't
matter then, because even in death, he was still a serial killer; his lifelong
dream had still been achieved, and no one can ever take that away.
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Anonymous2011-01-03 18:42
>>43 Batman
goody two-shoes
You should read The Dark Knight Returns by Frank Miller. Best Batman novel ever.
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Anonymous2011-01-03 18:53
Who is it you have insulted and blasphemed? Against whom have you raised your voice and lifted your eyes in pride? Against the Holy One of Israel Let us pray for these people
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Anonymous2011-01-03 18:55
Hear the heart-affecting address of that God, whose laws you have broken, whose threatenings you have defied, whose patience you have insulted, whose offers a smaich
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Anonymous2011-01-03 18:59
suck the butter from my ass
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Anonymous2011-01-03 19:00
I want help you, I would be willing to choke you.
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Anonymous2011-01-03 22:25
If I had a penny for every? time I've hit my wife, I could buy a bat, and hit the bitch even harder.
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Anonymous2011-01-03 22:41
Killing a women is a victimless sport. Rainy day? Choke a women. Bored of your kids? Go out and cut a child up with some garden shears. Gas prices getting you down? Have a laugh while you stick your foot in a little girl's mouth until she dies. Oh, But what do I know?! I'm just a professional woman and child killing expert.
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Anonymous2011-01-03 22:44
women are God's renewable resource. They need to be recycled. So do Earth a favor AND help slow global warming - kill a women today.
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Anonymous2011-01-03 22:45
(If you've already killed one today, kill one tomorrow.)
Remember - If you don't kill a little girl....who will?
Who will?
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Anonymous2011-01-03 23:58
Jeepers, a little harsh, no?
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Anonymous2011-01-04 8:23
I hope OP is proud that he is implicit in the exploitation and abuse of a defenseless woman or child.
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Anonymous2011-01-04 8:31
They need to do way instain mother who kill there babby because these babby cant frigth back?
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Anonymous2011-01-04 8:39
>>55
I think your missing the point babbies are fun to kill cause its so easy It takes some skill to make them suffer for a long time
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Anonymous2011-01-04 8:45
>>56
No it doesn't. Lock them up in the basement, don't let them learn language. Easy.