I’ve never harbored a murderous thought and I’ve often wondered if I could kill in self-defense. Heck, I feel rotten if I smack my dog’s butt to get her attention. However, I’ve often wondered how easy it would be to be a serial killer and remain undetected. It seems to me, the biggest failings involve staying within a geographic area and thinking you’re so clever that you won’t get caught. Of course, everything looks easier from the outside looking in.
[sub]Pffft, brain surgery? What’s the big deal??[/sub]
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*Originally posted by Eleusis *
**I have killed 17 people who blatantly refused to use the carriage return in their posts, forcing me to struggle reading through their posts. (it’s on the right-hand side of your keyboard, above the “shift” and below the “backslash” keys.)
Uh-Oh. If Taboo comes up missing, we know who to look for!
I’d get caught on the side of the road trying to dispose of the body. Whenever I’m in a hurry or on an important errand, I almost always:
A) Get stopped by the police (they rarely give me a ticket, they just like to pull me over)
or
B) Experience engine trouble and have to try to call somebody for help. I just know that if I had a body in my trunk, my car would break down, and while I was taking that long midnight walk down the side of the road in search of help Officer Friendly would find my abandoned vehicle, get suspicious, look inside . . .
Plus it’s hard to find a good place to plant a body. I once decided to get rid of a fairly large something I wasn’t supposed to have (no, not a body) and I had a hell of a time finding a good spot.
BTW, I also enjoy the John Douglas books and I highly recommend them to anybody with an interest in criminology, the FBI, or murder and rape. They’re all interesting. For some reason, though, the more recent ones aren’t written as well as the first two or three and as a result are less entertaining. IMHO, of course.
My wife just walked in and said she knows a good body-dumping place by the Saint Francis River. I guess I could let her dispose of my hypothetical victim.
Even if I were so inclined, which I’m not, it would never work. Aside form the myriad moral and ethical issues, it really comes down to logistics.
Odds are just as I’d be finishing one off, one of the kids would saunter in demanding 2 dozen cupcakes for a school party the next day. I’d just like some “Me” time!
