Homicidal Maniac

April 3, 2001

By Douglas B. Wakeman

So this monster is facing life in prison. We hear the bleeding hearts saying such ridiculous things as, "He was only twelve. He didn't know that his actions would hurt the girl." Or, "He saw wrestlers on TV do these things and they don't get hurt." Or, "You can't bring that little girl back, why ruin two lives?" I really like it when those of us who think life in prison is not enough; that he should be thrown under a truck, are called heartless and mean-spirited.

Well here's the hard cold facts, assholes. In order to believe that this 12 year old, 170 pound boy did not realize that he was hurting this 6 year old, 48 pound girl, we have to believe that he had never felt pain in his entire life. When he picked her up and swung her head into the wall and the railing, we must believe that he had never bumped his head. When he leaped into the air and came down on her ribs with the full weight of his body, we must believe that he has never suffered a bruise. As he pummelled her with his fists, kicked, threw, slammed and savaged her tiny body for five full minutes, we must believe that he had never been in a fight, had never pinched his finger in a door, had never skinned a knee, jammed a finger, fractured a bone or taken a tumble. We must believe, somehow, that he had no knowledge of pain or injury. In order to believe that he was unable to draw a relationship between such extreme physical trauma and death, we must believe that he had never seen a dead bird, had never stepped on an insect, and had never seen a dog or cat after an encounter with a car. This is absurd! What tortured mental contortions we must perform to ever believe the impossible; the ridiculous; the supernatural. Why must we go through this twisting of common sense and logic to excuse the actions of an obvious homicidal psychopath? This is a person with two characteristics impossible to misinterpret; a complete inability to empathize with his fellow humans, and an unquenchable bloodlust. This is a monster who, once discovered, must never again be allowed to intermingle with the rest of humanity.

And what of the "mean-spiritedness" of those who point out this obvious truth? Is it mean-spirited to call attention to the wolf among the sheep? Is it hard-hearted to spare the lives of his future victims? Can one look upon the mutilated body of an innocent 6 year old girl and say, "This must not be allowed to happen again", and be called cruel and callous? Then all civilization is uncaring. All our laws should be thrown out the window and anarchy must rule lest we hurt the feelings of some misunderstood serial killer or ruin the life chances of some mass murderer.

Now, we get to the true motive of the bleeding hearts who defend this aberration, this freak, this loathesome creature. They see a real and rare opportunity here. These monsters do not come along everyday. He must not be wasted. he must be allowed to roam and rape and pillage and kill. The more the merrier. Then they can foment public panic and pass their anti-gun laws and their demonization of the male gender. They can foster fear and confusion, panic and hate, division and mistrust. This allows them to empower government with ever more control over the lives of the poor, stupid subjects. People are famous for trading freedom for security, but first you must make them insecure. These are the same people who protest against any punishment for any crime. "Rehabilitation is the answer", they cry. "The criminal is the victim" they scream. Why, what motivates these "kind', "caring", people to turn vicious, lawless, malcontents and sociopaths loose amongst their fellows? Scratch the surface and you will find a deep malevolent hatred for liberty; for the rule of law; for the ordered confusion of a free society; for universal morals and truths. In their anal intellectuallity, they crave the perfect order of a centralized, authoritarian power.

That is the actual goal. They seek to sow panic, and chaos, and the breakdown of civil order in preparation of their glorious peoples' revolution. They wait longingly for the chunk of the guillotine, the black oily stench of death from the smokestacks, the agony of the gulag and the loigai, the killing fields, the terror, the horror, the knock on the hated neighbors door in the middle of the night, and the confiscation and ruination of the hated businessman. These are people with nothing but the vilest hatred in their hearts for all that lives.

So, when they speak with such softness and sympathy and caring for this poor unfortunate boy, forced into murder by the WWF, look a little deeper, behind their eyes. What you will see should scare the hell out of you.