True Story of the Day

[promethean75]

there it is @ 7:00. Myra's old man training her for combat. Imagine your old man teaching you the moves he uses to beat your mother up. How does that even work in a young girl's head. Myra is the kind of chick that would run the gas chambers and smoke long stylish cigarettes under her blonde bee hive. Myra Hindley, street fighter (her reputation). So hot.

https://youtu.be/meKkYT40DIg?is=zVvvERfmPvMaKBOt

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Oh yesssss! After establishing her reputation as the toughest lass on the block, she's challenged by a small gang of kids. The leader kid attacks Myra... but once he pins her he makes a fatal mistake; he fails to abide by the 'break' rule. For this, she punishes him. In a miraculous feat of strength, Myra breaks his hold, whirls around, grabs his head, and bashes it into the fookin' sdreet.

I'm swoonin', mates. Where have all the Myras gone?

[promethean75]

Ouch. Sun in Cancer. Moon in Scorpio. Mars in Leo. Has a Gemini stellium, Ascendent being one.

That sun in Cancer is what allowed disappointment, bitterness, and alienation to grow strong af during the combative early years with the fam. The Mars in Leo centers that bitter energy into domineering aggression... then the Scorpio moon has its best effect. Between the lonely alienated Cancer of childhood and the angry early adolescent Leo now asserting itself, Scorpio moon moves in to intoxicate and enfatuate her with her own power. She likes being bad... she's at home in intense and violent environments and revels in it. A true natural.

Add to this glorious machine a Gemini stellium, and you get the pompous intellectual nihilist who loves getting her hair done and having extramundane conversation. Hence, not befriending anyone because they were all knuckleheads. Then there was Ian Brady. He slid into the office in a loose fit sport jacket looking like a gaunt but kinda sexy 1960s SS officer on his day off. He was carrying a dusty leather helmet and a pair of motorcycle goggles. Myra met his eyes. The two others in the room seemed to disappear for a moment. She furrowed her brow as if to challenge him to a duel, sizing him up. He looked her over and smiled mischievously... like a man with a brand new sports car and big ideas for it. "Would you like to ride out to the Moors with me? It's a lovely day. I'd like to get some photographs. We could bring a lunch and a bottle of wine. It'd be nice... what do you say?"

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Oh no! Michael, two years her younger and the only guy in school that she liked (and liked her back) drowned the one and only time Myra (a strong swimmer) didn't go with the kids when they went down to the reservoir. She was always there to protect everyone... but not this time.

Epic FAIL, Myra. Bet that had a lasting philosophical impact on your sharp and inquisitive young mind fast on its way to nihilism.

Why'd it have to be Mike, huh? HUH?! f*** this.

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https://dn760105.eu.archive.org/0/items ... alysis.pdf

The sonofabitch stole my idea and beat me to it. Just found this. Let's see what the lad's got.

[promethean75]

Holy cow this dude is a beast. Read a page and wonder no more why the shitty smirk on his face. You are all idiots. Maggots, even. That's what that face says. And now we know why. This may be the only actual philosophical text written by a 20th century serial killer, too. I'm stoked. Let's go!

[promethean75]

Please take a moment to observe the following irony.

Eventually, Mr. Brady refuses to eat and tries to die, but the blokes won't let em. Now get this. They force fed him through a nasal tube for THIRTEEN YEARS. That means this entire time you've been on the internet rejoicing the glory of god, this man has been strapped to a bed in a mental institution surrounded by imbeciles with her Majesty's tube up his nose.

Lol, it's fantastic. Everybody wants him to die, but they can't let em because they might get sued. So instead, they torture him until he dies naturally.

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"Am I alone in experiencing that the dirge-like cadence of a preacher’s delivery induces drowsiness, an acute sense of absurdity, an uncomfortable suspension of
disbelief, an emetic voiding of natural vitality?" - Ian Brady

No, sir, you are not.

[promethean75]

He did a chapter on sexy Ted! OMG this is so exciting. This fuckin PDF shit is killin' me, though. I can't see the goddamn text. Should I bring my glasses?

[promethean75]

"The first wavering steps in Ted Bundy’s decline and fall began with the childhood discovery that he was illegitimate — a born reject sired by Bible Belt bigotry and
prejudice, not a born killer. Natural resentment at the aberrant social stigma inexorably bred in Bundy an
inferiority complex, which he fought to overcome and, in the end, overcompensated for. His futile struggle to defy the intolerant self-fulfilling prophecy of his birthright
naturally served only to confirm it, tightening the warp of the net. The law of reversed effort then compounded this innate damage to the psyche, permanently curtailing and retarding emotional development in his early teens. This self-fulfilling prophecy also nurtured in Bundy an immature hypersensi-tivity to any form of criticism or mark of low achievement. The classic secondary pattern of attention-seeking criminal behaviour soon began to manifest itself in acts of petty theft, vain mendacity and other forms of aggressive peer-group rivalry." - Chapter 15, Ted the Bundbarian

Bro, THIS is my new favorite psycho. He's totally killin' it. This guy would even smirk at Dr. Lecter on his best day. Pfft. I wouldn't work at a shoe store either if I were that smart. f*** that... let's plan a robbery, Hess.

[promethean75]

Lol, this is too much. Give this book to anyone and in two days, they'll be second-guessing themselves. Not because they have any clue what they're reading... only that it's waaaaaay tf over their heads. Result? Hate the guy even more... don't consider yourself an idiot.

Sometimes, all you can do is smirk, mates. Like Heston when he was imprisoned by the apes. what are you gonna do?

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".... Bundy’s dead body relaxed into the hard contours of the chair as though he were settling to take a short nap. He had successfully escaped it all at last. Beyond the prison walls, grouped around charcoal braziers and waving ‘Fry Bundy’ placards, America’s modern equivalent of a public-execution crowd was drinking, laughing and singing. Media crews and deep-toned anchormen bobbed about in a forest of parabolic microphones and cameras in a sea of steaming rednecks."

[promethean75]

Who would have thought the smartest SK to ever live would be Scottish? I knew he'd be English just because but I was thinking American or British, not Scottish. Bro's like the David Hume of serial killers.

[promethean75]

Somebody's been reading Stirner and the distinguished league of anarchist gentlemen.

"Your average serial killer — if such a conflicting classification is valid — will have none of this social conditioning, consigning him to a lifetime performance of stultifying banality. The very prospect and contemplation of such a bleak future are so contrary to the serial killer’s psychic constitution that they have emetic effect. His beliefs, his philosophy and life ambition are firmly rooted in comprehensive hedonism. Whether it be considered immoral/illegal is not of the slightest ethical interest or
concern to him. His mind is governed and guided entirely by the precepts: whoever or whatever contributes pleasantly to my life is right and good; whoever or whatever opposes is wrong and evil. Those who obstruct court destruction. Born alone, the serial killer is prepared to die alone.
They are predisposed to the universal concept of mutual indifference. Whatsoever they do is regarded as their concern and no one else’s. Let those who attempt to oppose beware, for they shall receive no warning shot, be given no quarter for the presumption and impertinence of interference.
Those primal traits and characteristics form the remorseless remittance of the
serial killer. He has, as it were, taken the American Constitution, in particular its sentiments on ‘the pursuit of happiness,’ very seriously indeed, much more so than
the majority of the disaffected population, perhaps regarding it as literally custom-built to suit his own highly individualized and idiosyncratic view of life. But — and this is important — when the lower-class criminal points to the far vaster and socially more damaging crimes of the upper class, he is accused of simply trying to justify himself. Whilst the upper class justify themselves by virtue of the power they hold. Those members of the middle class who, either from mutual benefit or by omission, contribute to this socially acceptable calibre of elitism, are, in my opinion, morally inferior to the working-class criminals who attempt to emulate the values of the upper class and invariably bear the brunt of penalty and guilt." (preface to the Gary Ridgeway chapter)

[promethean75]

Jesus H. Christ the dude's almost a double Capricorn stellium with an Aries rising.

Why, that's like a demigod. One Capricorn and you're already at like level five on the astrological badass scale... and this dudes got five. Damn near in a row right out the gate. Let it be known that Saturn had descended on 1960s Britain with furious anger.