4/28/2014

Time Slips







Albert Einstein himself stated at least once that time is not stable, it is alternating and inconsistent in nature.  Physicists like Albert Einstein, Michio Kaku and Stephen Hawking have all said time travel is theoretically possible; our science just can’t achieve it. That brings us to the point of this post; time slips. Time slips occur when time (now) interlocks with a previous time (then).  It can only be experienced by the person in the current time (now).  This event is usually unnoticed by people in the earlier time (then).  Have you ever heard someone just say, "You won't believe what I think I just saw."  Or "I could have sworn I saw a car (or any object) over there."  I know someone personally who visited the Gettysburg National Park several years ago.  It was just after noon and he saw what he thought were Union soldiers (reenactors) on horseback riding up to a wooded area of the park.  He had been told there would be no reenactments that day.  It lasted just a few seconds.  But, both he and his wife saw it.  The odd thing about this is that the soldier bringing up the rear looked back at my friend and seemed shocked!  Of course, that contradicts what I just stated about people in the earlier time not noticing a time slip.  Let's take a look at some other instances of time slips.

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A white Ford pickup pulled up to cattle pasture near Ponca City, Oklahoma, in early Fall 1971, and stopped at a gate. Karl, Mark, and Gordon worked for cattle feed distributor and were sent to this remote area to pick up a feeder. What they found there has kept them silent for 41 years.  “We opened the gate, which was barbed wire with no lock, and entered,” Karl said. “We went on the property, which was covered with grass up to and over the hood of the truck.” “We realized the tank was almost half full and too heavy to load,” Karl said. “We decided to leave and drove around the red barn and we saw a large, two story white house, with no lights in front of us."  The trio drove back to the cattle feed company and the boss said he’d drain the tank and they could pick it up tomorrow.  “We went to the location to retrieve the tank the next night,” Karl said. “This time we decided to go through the old white big house on the hill and brought our shotguns.”  They drove onto the property over the path they’d made through the grass the day before and loaded the tank. What they saw next was unbelievable.  “It was no longer there,” Karl said. “We walked up the hill where it stood and there were no signs of demolition, no foundation, nothing at all. What we all seemed to witness the night before was no longer there. We have talked to each other over the years but none of us can begin to explain this vision.”

In Topeka, Kansas, in 1958, there was an arts and crafts festival going on a hot July weekend.  There were visitors from all over the county taking part in this event.  There were planes from WWII there for people to see what won the war for the allies just 13 years previously.  When a P-51 Mustang landed at the dirt strip adjacent to the festival, no one thought anything unusual.  But, what happened next was anything but ordinary.  The pilot came out of the plane demanding to know where he was.  Many thought he was suffering from vertigo or some form of amnesia.  He refused to get medical help and asked how to get back to his squadron.  When asked where he was attached, he stated he was attached to a squadron in Great  Britain.  The pilot would not give more information because he said the people there were "...some kind of great Nazi hoax meant to delude me."  Some men rushed him because they now thought he was out of his mind.  He escaped, got back to his plane (which he apparently left running) and took off.  Local airports did not ever pick up on him entering air space or leaving.  Over 200 people bore witness to this event which lasted less than 5 minutes.

In the summer of 1972, in Bronson, Missouri, a mother (Jessica Billingsly) and her 8 year old son (Matthew) took a walk to a nearby supermarket.  On the way there, they saw a man dressed in American Revolutionary garb, with the colorful headdress, long flowing sleeves and button-down shoes of that era.  Thinking there was a play somewhere that day,  Mrs. Billingsly asked him if it were rather hot to wear such clothing on a hot August day.  The man seemed perturbed and asked her the name of the town.  She told him Bronson.  He seemed confused and continued on his walk.  Thinking nothing of it, Mrs. Billingsly continued on her way, but not before she took one look back at the man.  He was gone.  There was no way for him to have gone anywhere on the highway that quickly.

Tom Orcutt and his wife, of Sioux City, SD, had just finished eating dinner one Friday night in December of 1962.  Before he was able to sit down to watch TV, Tom noticed the doorknob of his front door being twisted as if someone was trying to come inside.  Tom asked who is there, thinking it was carolers wanting to sing Christmas songs.  Tom opened the door to a woman standing there who appeared to be in shock.  "Who are you and what are you doing in my house?," she demanded from Tom.  Tom told her he had owned the house for 7 years.  He asked her who she was.  "I am Martha Nevins, owner of this house since it was built in 1898 and I demand you leave before I get the sheriff to have you arrested!!!"  Thinking she had lost her mind, Tom told his wife to call the police.  When he turned around, she was gone.  Completely flabbergasted, Mr. Orcutt could not get the lady out of his mind that night.  So, the next day he went to the local library to look up the history of his house.  Tom knew it was old.  But, did not think it was 64 years old as Martha Nevins had told him.  Sure enough, Mrs. Nevins was right.  But, what was strange was that he also discovered that a Martha Nevins was the one who had the house built.  A ghost?  No, because Tom said she was as solid as he was and she even showed her home building permit from her purse to him to prove her identity.

In Midland, Texas, of March 1978, John Aresco, a gas station attendant, was drinking a cold glass of water on a really slow day.  There had only been two cars come in all morning to get gas.  Getting close to noon, John thought he might shutdown and go eat some lunch.  Before he had a chance to close the door, he saw a man standing in front of his gas pumps wearing a old-timer railroad conductor uniform.  John couldn't figure out how he came up so quickly.  John went out to the man to see if he could help him. "I can't find my train!  We are all going to be late if it doesn't get here quickly!" the conductor stated.  John told him the last passenger train to come through there was at the old L&N Railway depot.  It was torn down back in 1932, John said to him.  The conductor looked at him in shock.  "My God! What year is it? You mean it's not 1925 any longer?" the conductor asked.  "It's 1978, sir.  You just stay right here and let me go get you some help.  You look like you need it," John said.  As soon as John turned to leave, he noticed out of the corner of his eye the man just disappeared.

Patricia Owens had finished washing clothes and was about to hang them out to dry in the searing heat of Tucker, GA in early September of 1966.  As she prepared to go out the backdoor with the laundry basket, she noticed someone running back and forth at the far end of the backyard.  "He couldn't have been over 5'4 because I'm only 5'4 myself.  I called to him and got his attention,  He was heavily muscled and wearing what appeared to be wool skins over most of his body." Patricia Owens said.  The man looked at her in fear and raised a large stick he held in his right hand.  "I dropped my basket of clothing, started screaming and went back inside to call the police.  As I was shutting the door, I noticed he and the area around him began to shimmer and become blurry.  He then just disappeared completely," Mrs. Owens stated.  Halloween was still a month and a half away.  So, she did not think it had anything to do with that.   Police were called to the residence and found nothing.  A local community college Professor of Anthropology read the small newspaper article about Mrs. Owen's experience and was intrigued.  He brought several drawings of Homo Erectus, Cro-Magnon, Neanderthals, etc.  Patricia Owens said the drawing of the Neanderthal man was the most accurate of what she saw that day.

In Towson, Maryland, James Willcutt had just eaten breakfast on a rainy Sunday morning in 1954.   He was waiting on his wife to finish dressing before they both went to church in Baltimore.  Living in the city had its drawbacks.  But, James enjoyed the fact they had put up some new city lights near his apartment.  James noticed a young lady slumped against one of the new city lamp posts with no umbrella or anything else to protect her from the light rain of that morning.  What caught the attention of James, even more, was the dress she was wearing.  It appeared to be a hoop skirt favored by women during the Civil War.  He could tell, even from his window, she was heavily layered with clothing.  The Historical Preservation Society was not far away.  James had not read or heard of any such event where people would dress up as they were in the Civil War era.  He decided to venture outside to ask the young lady if he could be of any assistance.

As he drew closer, he could see her eyes were red from crying and she was still quietly sobbing as he approached.  "Can I help you in any way, Ma'am?" James asked.  The lady looked at him and said, "No, I'm just extremely sad right now as our entire nation must be." she replied.  Now, James was confused.  He asked what she was talking about.  "Where have you been?  Are you not aware our beloved President has been shot by an assassin and killed?" she asked him.  Horrified, James told her he had heard nothing about President Eisenhower being shot and killed on the radio or TV.  He knew it would have been on all the radio and TV stations of the day. Now, it was the young lady's turn to look confused and bewildered. "Eisenhower? What are you talking about? President Lincoln has been shot dead, dear man!!!  He is dead, dead, dead." she screamed at James.  As she said the final "dead" she and the area around her became blurry and James Willcutt blacked out.  He had no idea how long he was out on the wet sidewalk.  But, he awoke to the lady in the Civil War era hoop skirt gone and his wife crying as she helped him up.

John Keesly was having a rough Nebraska morning.  John was 38 years old, but felt much older.  It was bad enough trying to till up the field on a hot August day in 1947.  But, some young boy about 12 to 14 years old kept sneaking a swim in his pond.   He had run the boy off 2 times that week.  He had no idea who the kid was.  He did look vaguely familiar to John.  But, no one had any idea who the boy was or where he came from.  John Keesly had this farm passed down to him from his father, who had it passed down to him from John's grandfather.  So, farming was in John's blood.  He did not want anybody in that pond since he had it stocked with catfish.  It was the same pond that both he and his 2 younger brothers had swum in as young boys.  Both his brothers were killed in World War II that had ended just 2 years prior.  So, that pond had special meaning to John Keesly.  "I had just gotten down off my tractor to head on to the house for lunch.  It was then I saw that boy again," John stated.  "He was right back in the pond and this time I was determined to catch him" John said. As John ran toward the boy, the very air between both him and the young boy seemed to shimmer and roll in waves that stopped John dead in his tracks.  John was astonished.  Equally astonished was the young boy who John Keesly now could plainly see. "Who are you boy and why are you in my pond again?" asked John.  The boy then looked at him and said, "This pond belongs to my family and always has," said the young boy.  Now, John had to ask him...."What is your name?  How old are you?  The young boy, trembling with obvious fright, said: "My name is John Keesly and I am 12 years old."   The boy then just completely vanished right in front of John.  "I fell to the ground and thought I had been dreaming.  But, it suddenly came to me, I remembered a man chasing me from our own pond when I was only 12 years old and asking me who I was one day.  No one ever believed me," said John.  John Keesly said the boy never revisited the pond after that.

In early May of 1978, Francois Dubois was out enjoying his morning walk in Carentan, France.  This was a traditional thing for the 39-year-old Francois.  Carentan had some beautiful countryside that was seemingly lost on tourists due to interest in the 1944 battle between the German Wehrmacht and U.S. Army Airborne troops.  That battle was far from the mind of Mr. Francois Dubois as he continued on his walk that bright, sunny day in May.  As he paused, to look out over the amazing scenery, he heard the unmistakable sound of a heavy vehicle headed his way.  What he saw before him shocked him to his soul.  "There were at least two dozen American soldiers heading toward Carentan on the gravel road that I had been walking.  Some were riding on what appeared to be an old U.S. Army tank and the others walked behind it.  I waved to them and asked what was the occasion since D-Day celebrations were almost a month away," Francois stated.  The soldiers seemed oblivious to Francois as they continued down the gravel road.  The road dips down to where you can't see it.  Francois noticed the sound of the heavy tank had ceased.  He looked down into the valley and the tank and all the troops had disappeared.  Francois thought maybe the prior night's heavy drinking was taking a toll on him.  But, he did ask the mayor, who was a relative, if there were any D-Day events taking place that day.  He was told there were none and as mayor he would have known about it. 

The same thing took place just three days later on a Friday.  This was on a Tuesday and Friday.  Francois saw this same scene take place for a month just before the June 6, D-Day celebrations.  Each time, the troops did not notice him or did not see him.  One thing Francois noticed about these troops, besides appearing tired, they appeared hungry.  So, since Francois owned a deli in town, he decided to get some sandwiches and place them in a cooler to see if the troops would take them.  He left several bottles of his best white wine as well. He also left a note thanking the troops for liberating France from the Nazis.   "I left them at the curve where the Americans would slow down due to the tank.  I sat there and waited.  I must have waited two and a half hours and they did not show up on this Friday morning as they had the previous weeks.  So, I decided to just leave the sandwiches in the cooler and the wine where they could find them," Francois said.   "Later that afternoon, I decided to check in to see if they had eaten the sandwiches.  The sandwiches were gone and the bottles of wine were all empty.  I thought, maybe some of the townsfolk ate the sandwiches and drank the wine.  But, I noticed a piece of paper carefully wrapped with a rock on top of it," Francois said.  In that note, it was written, "It is our sacred honor and humble duty to liberate France.  Respectfully, LT. Terry Stanley, US Army, 101 AB.    PS  The sandwiches were great.  Thanks!  Francois Dubois saw them once more just before annual D-Day celebrations and then, never again.

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Many time slip witnesses report that, at the start of their experience of the phenomena, their immediate surroundings take on an oddly flat, under-lit and lifeless appearance, and normal sounds seem muffled.  Reports seem to vary as to whether those experiencing time slips can take an active part in the event, interacting with the time being "visited". In the Versailles case, the two ladies were apparently seen, and spoken to, by people they saw. No one knows if there really is a such thing as "time slips."  I have had experiences of Déjà vu.  I'm sure everyone, at one time or another, has experienced the strange sensation of being in a new place before.  Whether it's just a medical psychosis or something else, I just don't know.  But, I've always thought the very concept of time slips were intriguing to say the least.
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Mr Archie “Racer” Carmichael who was driving from Birmingham to London in 1953 when he stopped for a drink in a Cotswold village near Borton-on-the-Water. He parked his Austin-Healy 100/4 outside the local pub and entered for a drink. He was shocked when the he found the people inside the bar looked as if they were from an earlier century. His attempts to communicate were ignored and after a few minutes the scene dissolved and Archie found himself being asked if he was alright by a worried looking barman. It seems that he thought he had seen ghosts but was probably experiencing a time slip. - See more at: http://www.abovetopsecret.com/forum/thread686347/pg1#sthash.IGFBBU8m.dpuf
Time slips occur when a current time (now) interlaces with a previous time (then) and can be experienced by the person from the more recent time. However, the event is usually unnoticed by the people from the earlier time. - See more at: http://www.abovetopsecret.com/forum/thread686347/pg1#sthash.IGFBBU8m.dpuf
Time slips occur when a current time (now) interlaces with a previous time (then) and can be experienced by the person from the more recent time. However, the event is usually unnoticed by the people from the earlier time. - See more at: http://www.abovetopsecret.com/forum/thread686347/pg1#sthash.IGFBBU8m.dpuf
Time slips occur when a current time (now) interlaces with a previous time (then) and can be experienced by the person from the more recent time. However, the event is usually unnoticed by the people from the earlier time. - See more at: http://www.abovetopsecret.com/forum/thread686347/pg1#sthash.IGFBBU8m.dpuf
Time slips occur when a current time (now) interlaces with a previous time (then) and can be experienced by the person from the more recent time. However, the event is usually unnoticed by the people from the earlier time. - See more at: http://www.abovetopsecret.com/forum/thread686347/pg1#sthash.IGFBBU8m.dpuf
Time slips occur when a current time (now) interlaces with a previous time (then) and can be experienced by the person from the more recent time. However, the event is usually unnoticed by the people from the earlier time. - See more at: http://www.abovetopsecret.com/forum/thread686347/pg1#sthash.IGFBBU8m.dpuf
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4/21/2014

The Twister in McComb

 

 

Car Breakdown in McComb

 

Back in 1980, I was a claims adjuster for a major insurance company. My job took me all over the southeast. Thus, I was on the road quite often. Of course, being on the road so much, I eventually had problems. One such problem occurred on my way to a home in a little place called McComb, Mississippi. A man had a claim on a roof that had been replaced by contractors we had recommended. The roof replacement was shoddy work and I had to have a good talk with the homeowner and contractor. We came to an agreement and I took off into town to eat lunch. As I left, I noticed the transmission on the 1979 Oldsmobile Cutless (company car) was acting up. It seemed to struggle to get out of second gear. I somehow managed to drive the five miles or so into town to get it looked at by the first auto shop I came across.

Long story short, second gear was almost totally stripped and had to be replaced. The auto shop owner said I was looking at about a three or four hour wait. I have had too many experiences with auto repair shops. When they say, three or four hours, they really mean five or six hours. I was thinking I may have to spend the night in McComb, MS. As I walked out of the shop to get some lunch at the nearby cafe, I noticed a cemetery about two blocks from the cafe. I also noticed one of the oddest things I've ever seen in a cemetery. There was a gold shaped pear at one of the grave sites. With nothing better to do, I decided I would walk over there after eating lunch.

So, after a lunch of fried chicken, green beans, squash, corn bread and ice tea (this is the deep south, remember), I walked over to the cemetery. I came to the gold shaped pear and noticed the headstone. Inscribed on the headstone was this; "William Mosner and Brenda Mosner, Uncle and Niece, Killed by Twister March 16, 1932." I noticed by the birth dates, that William was 27 when he died and Brenda was only 5 years old. I felt sad by just reading that even though it had been almost fifty years since their deaths. I looked around nearby to see if there had been any other deaths on that date. I couldn't find any more. So, I decided to go check on my car to see if I was going to need to stay in town that night. As I came into the shop, I noticed this sad looking elderly man behind the counter with the shop owner. The shop owner said they were going to have the car ready in about an hour and then I could be on my way. I decided to ask him about the gold shaped pear near the headstone I mentioned. He then looked over to the sad looking elderly man I saw as I came into the shop. He motioned with his head to move with him away from the elderly gentleman. He told me that was a twister that folks still talked about in town still to that day, almost 50 years later. It killed those two people and one more. But, caused untold damage to the entire town.

He then stated that the elderly man over to end of the counter was Jeremy Mosner, the father of Brenda and brother of William that I saw on the headstone. The shop owner stated Jeremy was gone that day to pick up some vegetables and meat at the general store in town. It had been a cold blustery day that morning of March 16, 1932. The clouds foretold of bad weather on the way. But, no one figured it to be no more than your typical storm for that time of year. It turned out to be much, much worse than anyone anticipated. The "twister," as the shop owner called it, came out of the northeast without warning. There were no sirens back then. So, there was just enough time to get into the cellar or storm shelter. William was working on his truck to drive up to Jackson, Mississippi to pick up his wife and boy who were visiting grandparents. He was watching his little niece, Brenda, while Jeremy went into town. Jeremy's wife was in the house "cleaning up." William probably saw the twister first. He grabbed Brenda and headed for the shelter. He, apparently, put Brenda in the shelter and then went into the house to get his sister-in-law. Before he could get into the house, the twister leveled the house. No one knows exactly what happened. This is what everyone surmised that happened based on the evidence. Brenda had left the shelter, most likely, to look for her mother.

When police arrived they found William's mangled body beneath board planks. Little five-year old Brenda was found beneath some rubble only ten feet or so from the storm shelter. No trace of the mother was ever found, despite searches of over a 50 mile wide area from McComb. Jeremy escaped unscratched. Well, unscratched physically. He never got over losing his entire family. William was Jeremy's only brother, his only sibling. Brenda was Jeremy's only child. Jeremy never remarried. The shop owner said he lets him come into the shop and stay as long as he wants. As for the gold shaped pear; the only thing little Brenda ever wanted when Jeremy would take her into town was a pear. It was her favorite "candy" in all the world.

I was suppose to go on to New Orleans that next day for another job assignment in 1980. But, I called headquarters and told them I wouldn't be able to make it.  I just didn't have my heart into going to another job right then.  Instead, I lingered in McComb for another day listening to the locals discuss that twister of so long ago.  Before I left, I decided to pay my respects to that little girl and her uncle who died on that fateful day in 1932.  I knew I needed to leave.  But, not before I left a pear at the gravesite of little Brenda.

4/14/2014

Children Who Murder






Whenever you think of a murderer, you normally always think of an adult.  In most cases, it is a man who is a loner, who harbors sadistic tendencies toward others and who derives great pleasure in the process of killing another human being.  In more and more cases, women are pushing men for most likely murderer.  In the case of the female killer, it is driven out of jealousy or an abusive male spouse. But, the unthinkable is a child who murders another child or adult.  Children are supposed to be innocent and pure; without malice, contempt, sinister anger, or desires to kill, yet every year many commit horrific crimes. You simply can't fathom a child who would murder their simbling, their parents or even a school friend such as the case with Japanese girl in June of 2004.

To the press, she was known simply as "Girl A" because of her age.  A 12-year-old classmate, Satomi Mitarai, told Girl A, in an internet message, that she was overweight and was a "goody-goody."  Girl A felt slandered by these comments from her classmate.  In an empty classroom during lunch at an elementary school in Japan, Girl A slit Mitarai's throat and arms with a utility knife.  Strangely enough, she then left Mitarai in the classroom.  Girl A then returned to class with her clothes covered in blood.  Mitarai was found by a teacher who quickly called police.  Girl A confessed to the crime.  On September 15, 2004, a Japanese family Court ruled to institutionalize her. She was involuntary committed to a state-run juvenile correctional facility for four years.

 Joshua Phillips, age 14, beat his 8-year old neighbor, Maddie Clifton, to death.  He then hid her body under his bed.  Some days later, Joshua's mother noticed something leaking from under his bed.  She was mortified to see the remains of the next door neighbor girl.  Joshua had claimed he "accidentally" hit the little girl in the eye with a baseball bat.  He said he then panicked and dragged to girl to his house.  He then hit the girl again with the bat and stabbed her eleven times.  A Florida jury convicted him of first degree murder.  His mother is appealing the decision due to the fact Joshua was tried as an adult.  He is currently serving a sentence of life in prison without parole for the crime.

Jasmine Richards, a 12-year old girl, was dating a 23-year old man named Jeremy Steinke.  Obviously, Jasmine's parents did not approve of this relationship with a grown man.  Well, Jasmine was not happy with her parents disapproval of her boyfriend.  Steinke wasn't exactly happy about it either.  On April 22, 2006, Jeremy Steinke broke in Jasmine's home, in Alberta, Canada, and murdered her parents.  Steinke told Jasmine to murder her own little brother.  She stabbed him once before Steinke slit the little boy's throat.  On July 9, 2007, Richards was found guilty of three counts of first-degree murder. Jasmine Richards was sentenced to the maximum penalty of ten years.

16-year-old Brenda Ann Spencer abhorred being....well, bored with nothing to do.  So, to end her boredom, on Monday, January 29, 1979, Brenda Ann Spencer used a rifle to wound eight children and one police officer at Cleveland Elementary School in San Diego. She killed Principal Burton Wragg and custodian Mike Suchar.  The school just so happened to be across the street from her house.  When the six-hour shooting spree ended, she was asked why she did it.  “I don’t like Mondays. This livens up the day," she said.  She was sentenced 25 years to life in prison.  In 2009, the parole board denied her petition for parole for the 4th time.  She will again be eligible for a parole hearing in 2019.

Jon Venables and Robert Thompson (pictured above), both 10 years old, had been stealing things all day at a local shopping center.  They stole candy, toys and whatever struck their fancy that particular day in 1992.  They were so well versed in stealing, they decided to steal 2-year old James Bulger away from his parents.  There is a haunting camera shot of little James being led away to be slaughtered by one of the boys.  But, once they had the toddler, they didn't know what to do with him.  So, like so many children do with their toys, they destroyed James Bulger.  But, not before they tortured the little boy for reasons that will never be understood.  Once the boys had beaten James Bulger to death, they left him on the railroad tracks in Walton, Liverpool.  They were sentenced to custody until they reached adulthood, initially until the age of 18, and were released on a lifelong licence in June 2001. In 2010, Venables was returned to prison for violating the terms of his licence of release.

4/11/2014

Puppy Day - 11 April 2014

Is there a better way to end the week than with some sweet little puppies staring up at you with those loving eyes?  Well, I think this is the best way to end things this week.  Today is Puppy Day!  It's been a long week of work, you are preparing for the weekend and need something to send you off in a good mood.  Look at these little puppies, think of the love and warmth they can bring into your lives.  My beagle, Ralph, is six years old now.  But, he still thinks he is a puppy or, at least, he acts like one!  As always, click on the pics below to get them to expand to their original size.  Have a great weekend!

I didn't do it!
It's mine!

You talking to me?
Butterball? Who's a butterball?

4/07/2014

World's Worst Serial Killers - Part III

 






"In my lifetime I have murdered 21 human beings, I have committed thousands of burglaries, robberies, larcenies, arsons and, last but not least, I have committed sodomy on more than 1,000 male human beings. For all these things I am not in the least bit sorry."--Carl Panzram, serial killer


Serial killers are known for having no remorse about their crimes.  Psychopaths that they are, they see other people as just inanimate objects to be done with in any manner that suits them.  For the most part, the serial killer doesn't kill out of jealousy, greed or even revenge.  It is something they do and give as much thought to as you would to washing your clothes.  Serial killers kill because they are addicted to killing just as someone is addicted to drugs and/or alcohol.   The serial killer is born this way according to most medical professionals.  There is no hope of ever reforming them simply because they don't want to be reformed and see nothing wrong with murdering people.  Some may say serial killers kill out of power.  There may be some or maybe even a lot of truth to this statement as John Wayne Gacy himself expressed the power trip he had after killing young boys.  He obviously derived sexual pleasure from his victims as well as the power trip he had.  But, no serial killer encapsulates both sexual and power trips better than Ted Bundy.

 Bundy raped and murdered a number of young women across the United States between 1974 and 1978. After over a decade of vigorous denials, Bundy eventually confessed to 30 murders, although the actual total of victims remains unknown. Typically, Bundy would rape then murder his victims by bludgeoning, and sometimes by strangulation. He also engaged in necrophilia.  Ted Bundy was so bold, he would even approach his victims in broad daylight.  It was thought this gave him a greater thrill than the relative safety of nighttime.  Bundy was known for his extremely high intellect.  He had it down to a science as to how to gain the trust of a potential victim.  Sometimes, he would feign injury, wearing his arm in a sling or wearing a fake cast, as in the murders of Hawkins, Rancourt, Ott, Naslund, and Cunningham. At other times Bundy would impersonate an authority figure; he pretended to be a policeman when approaching Carol DaRonch.

Once Ted Bundy would lure a woman to his car, he would incapacitate them by hitting them in the head with a crowbar.  In fact, except for Kimberly Leach, every victim showed signs of blunt force trauma to the skull.  Ted Bundy later admitted to decapitating at least a dozen of his victims.  He would take the heads and keep them as trophies in his home.  He stated that he would lie with them for hours, applying makeup to their corpses and having sex with their decomposing bodies until putrefaction forced him to abandon the remains. He was one sick, twisted individual.  When Bundy went to trial, he decided to represent himself.  He had all the makings of being an outstanding attorney.  But, as the judge indicated, he went in another direction.  “It is ordered that you be put to death by a current of electricity, that current be passed through your body until you are dead. Take care of yourself, young man. I say that to you sincerely; take care of yourself, please. It is an utter tragedy for this court to see such a total waste of humanity as I’ve experienced in this courtroom. You’re an intelligent young man. You’d have made a good lawyer, and I would have loved to have you practice in front of me, but you went another way, partner. Take care of yourself. I don’t feel any animosity toward you. I want you to know that. Once again, take care of yourself.”  I personally question any judge not having "any animosity" toward a man who was just convicted of murdering at least 12 women.

Bundy was executed in the Electric Chair at 7:06 a.m. on January 24, 1989. His last words were “I’d like you to give my love to my family and friends.”


“We serial killers are your sons, we are your husbands, we are everywhere. And there will be more of your children dead tomorrow”--Ted Bundy




4/04/2014

Blog Sixth Anniversary








Tomorrow, April 5, 2014, David's Musings will be six years old.  Can you believe it?  I can't believe it myself at times.  It just doesn't seem possible.  I am closing in on 1000 posts.  It will probably be next year before I reach that mythical number.  But, this blog is like the Jurassic Period in comparison to most blogs these days.   Most blogs don't make it to the 3 month mark.  People just give up.  I used to get comments here (believe it or not).  But, for reasons I don't understand, people just don't comment like they use to on this blog.  I've made it easy for you to do so, dear reader.  It just seems people today would rather read than comment on what they read.  I don't understand that.  Anyway, today is about anniversaries.  Today I celebrate another milestone on this blog.  I started allowing guest bloggers last December, for the first time, on the paranormal/supernatural topic.  The resultant reads have been nothing short of amazing.  In one 24 hour period, I got almost 10K hits on this blog due to one paranormal story.  What story?  "The Thing in the Idaho Wilderness" is what exploded onto the scene.  I was shocked.  It now has over 12K hits.  To those of you who have Google +1 those stories, I sincerely thank you all!  Please keep doing it!

I always end these anniversary posts on the future of David's Musings.  The future is whatever happens.  I don't know how long I will keep doing this.  As long as my health holds up, I suppose I will continue.  But, I don't see myself stopping any time soon.  Lots of nice people have posted here in the past.  They helped me through some rough times. Now, they are all gone from the world of blogging or so it seems.  But, enough of that.  Join with me in wishing this blog a happy anniversary with many more anniversaries to come!

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