Wabak Minda Schizophrenia

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Schizo Profil : Normal adalah bahaya.

6:53 AM by Happi Bisuketto Ajichi

Schizo Profil : Dekatilah Aku kerana Aku Seperti Kamu.

It has even been said that most serial killers do not fit a typical profile. Serial killers often choose victims weaker than themselves. And more than likely, all of their victims fit a certain pattern which has significant meaning to the killer himself.

Take Ted Bundy for example. He only murdered girls with long brown hair. Was he in fact killing, over and over, the college fiancée that broke off the engagement?

Gacy strangled young men, most of them his own employees, calling them “worthless little punks and queers.” Many believe that his homicidal rage was thrust upon the boys who reminded him of his own inadequacy in the eyes of his dad. 

We think we can pick out lunacy, that insane people with an incredible urge to kill will not be able to contain himself and his actions. We, so called “normal” people, always sidestep the mentally ill. Yet, if your goal is to sidestep a serial killer, avoid the well-dressed, polite individual. Most often, serial killers blend in and through years of practice, have learned how to camouflage themselves. They lie in wait, in churches, in schools, malls, anywhere. When one lawyer described Dahmer he said, “Dress him in a suit and he looks like ten other men.” Like all predators, they get close to their victims by gaining their trust. Serial killers don’t show their emotions openly. Instead, they hide behind a carefully constructed mask of normalcy. Because of their psychopathic nature, serial killers don’t feel sympathy, or even how to maintain a relationship. Instead, they simulate it by observing others. Serial killers are said to be actors with a natural ability for performance. 
  
Henry Lee Lucas described being a serial killer
“being like a movie star…you’re just playing the part.”
Gacy loved to dress up like a clown, while the Zodiac killer dressed up in an odd executioner-style costume. In court, Bundy told the judge
“I’m disguised as an attorney today.”
Bundy had previously “disguised” himself as an empathetic rape crisis center counselor. The most important role in a psychopath’s life is that of authority. Gacy, for example, was an active, outgoing figure in business and society and he became a member of the Jaycees. Many join the military . Playing police officer, however, is the most predictable. Carrying badges and driving cop-like cars not only feeds their need to feel important, but it also allows them to victims who would normally trust their instincts and not talk to strangers. 

Yet, when they are finally apprehended, they take on a “mask of insanity”—pretending to be a multiple personality, schizophrenic, or prone to black-outs—anything to evade the responsibility of their actions. Even when they pretend to open up and show their “true” colors, they are still locked inside the role they cast for themselves. What nameless dread lies behind a psychopath’s mask? 

Just as these serial killers open their victims up to “see how they run” (as genius serial killer Ed Kemper put it), forensic psychiatrists have tried to get into a serial killer’s mind and failed miserably. Traditional explanations include childhood abuse, genetics, chemical imbalances, brain injuries, exposure to traumatic events, and perceived societal injustices. The frightening implication is that a huge population has been exposed to one or more of these events. Is there some sort of lethal concoction that sets serial killers apart from the rest of us? 
   
Do serial killers lack a moral safety latch? Or are they being controlled by something unfathomable?
“I wished I could stop but I could not. I had no other thrill or happiness,” said Dennis Nielson, who wondered if he really was evil.
Serial killers are undeniably sick, and their numbers seem to be growing. Are we in the midst of a serial killer “epidemic” as Joel Norris describes it?
If this is a disease, what is the cure?

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Wabak Minda: Kejayaan Ku, Kemusnahan Ku

12:56 PM by Happi Bisuketto Ajichi

Himpunan Pembunuh Bersiri : Izinkan aku, membuatkan kau ketawa.................

John Wayne Gacy : Badut............ Aku hanya inginkan kegembiraan.

"I should never have been convicted of anything more serious than running a cemetery without a license." --John Wayne Gacy

Trial & Execution

While on trial, Gacy joked that the only thing he was guilty of was

"running a cemetery without a license."

At one point in the trial, Gacy's defense also tried to claim that all 33 murders were accidental deaths as part of erotic asphyxia, but the Cook County Coroner countered this assertion with evidence that Gacy's claim was impossible. Gacy had also made an earlier confession to police, and was unable to have this evidence suppressed. He was found guilty on March 13 and sentenced to death.

On May 10, 1994, Gacy was executed at Stateville Correctional Center in Crest Hill, Illinois, by lethal injection. His last meal consisted of a dozen deep fried shrimp, a bucket of original recipe chicken from KFC, a pound of fresh strawberries and French fries. His execution was a minor media sensation, and large crowds of people gathered for "execution parties" outside the penitentiary, with numerous arrests for public intoxication, open container violations, and disorderly conduct. Vendors sold Gacy-related T-shirts and other merchandise, and the crowd cheered at the moment when Gacy was pronounced dead.

According to reports, Gacy did not express remorse. His last words to his lawyer in his cell were to the effect that killing him would not bring anyone back, and it is reported his last words were

"kiss my ass,"

which he said to a correctional officer while he was being sent to the execution chamber.

After his execution, Gacy's brain was removed. It is currently in the possession of Dr. Helen Morrison, who interviewed Gacy and other serial killers in an attempt to isolate common personality traits of violent sociopaths; however, an examination of Gacy's brain after his execution by the forensic psychiatrist hired by his lawyers revealed no abnormalities.

"i am normal"

He was convicted and later executed for the rape and murder of 33 boys and young men between 1972 and his arrest in 1978, 27 of whom he buried in a crawl space under the floor of his house, while others were found in nearby rivers. He became notorious as the "Killer Clown" because of the many block parties he threw for his friends and neighbors, entertaining children in a clown suit and makeup, under the name of "Pogo the Clown."

entertain the kids..... they should entertain me back..................

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Wabak Minda: Kekusutan Kekeliruan

12:36 PM by Happi Bisuketto Ajichi

Himpunan Pembunuh Bersiri : Obesesi, Kekeliruan dan Minat.

Albert Hamilton Fish:  Engkau hanya mainan ku, santapan ku...... 

"Going to the electric chair will be the supreme thrill of my life." --Albert Fish

"I have no particular desire to live. I have no particular desire to be killed. It is a matter of indifference to me. I do not think I am altogether right." --Albert Fish

The letter

In November 1934, an anonymous letter was sent to the girl's parents which led the police to Albert Fish. The letter is quoted here, with all of Fish's misspellings and grammatical errors:

"Dear Mrs. Budd. In 1894 a friend of mine shipped as a deck hand on the Steamer Tacoma, Capt. John Davis. They sailed from San Francisco for Hong Kong, China. On arriving there he and two others went ashore and got drunk. When they returned the boat was gone. At that time there was famine in China. Meat of any kind was from $1-3 per pound. So great was the suffering among the very poor that all children under 12 were sold for food in order to keep others from starving. A boy or girl under 14 was not safe in the street. You could go in any shop and ask for steak—chops—or stew meat. Part of the naked body of a boy or girl would be brought out and just what you wanted cut from it. A boy or girl's behind which is the sweetest part of the body and sold as veal cutlet brought the highest price. John staid [sic] there so long he acquired a taste for human flesh. On his return to N.Y. he stole two boys, one 7 and one 11. Took them to his home stripped them naked tied them in a closet. Then burned everything they had on. Several times every day and night he spanked them – tortured them – to make their meat good and tender. First he killed the 11 year old boy, because he had the fattest ass and of course the most meat on it. Every part of his body was cooked and eaten except the head—bones and guts. He was roasted in the oven (all of his ass), boiled, broiled, fried and stewed. The little boy was next, went the same way. At that time, I was living at 409 E 100 St. near—right side. He told me so often how good human flesh was I made up my mind to taste it. On Sunday June the 3, 1928 I called on you at 406 W 15 St. Brought you pot cheese—strawberries. We had lunch. Grace sat in my lap and kissed me. I made up my mind to eat her. On the pretense of taking her to a party. You said yes she could go. I took her to an empty house in Westchester I had already picked out. When we got there, I told her to remain outside. She picked wildflowers. I went upstairs and stripped all my clothes off. I knew if I did not I would get her blood on them. When all was ready I went to the window and called her. Then I hid in a closet until she was in the room. When she saw me all naked she began to cry and tried to run down the stairs. I grabbed her and she said she would tell her mamma. First I stripped her naked. How she did kick – bite and scratch. I choked her to death, then cut her in small pieces so I could take my meat to my rooms. Cook and eat it. How sweet and tender her little ass was roasted in the oven. It took me 9 days to eat her entire body. I did not fuck her tho I could of had I wished. She died a virgin."

"I brought him to the Riker Ave. dumps. There is a house that stands alone, not far from where I took him. I took the boy there. Stripped him naked and tied his hands and feet and gagged him with a piece of dirty rag I picked out of the dump. Then I burned his clothes. Threw his shoes in the dump. Then I walked back and took the trolley to 59 St. at 2 A.M. and walked from there home. Next day about 2 P.M., I took tools, a good heavy cat-of-nine tails. Home made. Short handle. Cut one of my belts in half, slit these halves in six strips about 8 inches long. I whipped his bare behind till the blood ran from his legs. I cut off his ears -- nose --slit his mouth from ear to ear. Gouged out his eyes. He was dead then. I stuck the knife in his belly and held my mouth to his body and drank his blood. I picked up four old potato sacks and gathered a pile of stones. Then I cut him up. I had a grip with me. I put his nose, ears and a few slices of his belly in the grip. Then I cut him through the middle of his body. Just below the belly button. Then through his legs about 2 inches below his behind. I put this in my grip with a lot of paper. I cut off the head -- feet -- arms-- hands and the legs below the knee. This I put in sacks weighed with stones, tied the ends and threw them into the pools of slimy water you will see all along the road going to North Beach. I came home with my meat. I had the front of his body I liked best. His monkey and pee wees and a nice little fat behind to roast in the oven and eat. I made a stew out of his ears -- nose -- pieces of his face and belly. I put onions, carrots, turnips, celery, salt and pepper. It was good. Then I split the cheeks of his behind open, cut off his monkey and pee wees and washed them first. I put strips of bacon on each cheek of his behind and put them in the oven. Then I picked 4 onions and when the meat had roasted about 1/4 hour, I poured about a pint of water over it for gravy and put in the onions. At frequent intervals I basted his behind with a wooden spoon. So the meat would be nice and juicy. In about 2 hours, it was nice and brown, cooked through. I never ate any roast turkey that tasted half as good as his sweet fat little behind did. I ate every bit of the meat in about four days. His little monkey was a sweet as a nut, but his pee-wees I could not chew. Threw them in the toilet."

Victims or should i say...... meals.

1.Francis X. McDonnell, age 8, July 15, 1924
2.Billy Gaffney, age 8, February 11, 1927
3.Yetta Abramowitz, age 12, 1927
4.Grace Budd, age 10, June 3, 1928
5.Mary Ellen O'Connor, age 16, February 15, 1932
6.Benjamin Collings, age 17, 1932


"I never ate any roast turkey that tasted half as good as his sweet fat little behind did"



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Wabak Minda : Himpunan Pembunuh Bersiri.

1:37 AM by Happi Bisuketto Ajichi

Himpunan Pembunuh Bersiri : Kecenderungan Schizo

Ed Gein : Ini Aku................................ 

"I like this place, everybody treats me nice, some of them are a little crazy though." --Ed Gein, the butcher of Plainfield, WI, speaking about prison.

"When asked if he wore the skin face masks over a prolonged time: 'Not too long, I had other things to do.'" --Ed Gein. Another serial killer quote.

Arrest

Police suspected Gein's involvement in the disappearance of a hardware store owner, Bernice Worden, in Plainfield on November 16, 1957. Upon entering a shed on his property, they made the first discovery of the night: Worden's corpse. She had been decapitated, her headless body hung upside down by means of ropes at her wrists and a crossbar at her ankles. The torso was empty, the ribcage split and the body "dressed out" like that of a deer. These mutilations had been performed postmortem; she had been shot at close-range with a .22-caliber rifle.

Searching the house, authorities found:


~Human skulls mounted upon the corner posts of his bed
~Skin fashioned into a lampshade and used to upholster chair seats
~Human skullcaps, apparently in use as soup bowls
~A human heart (it is disputed where the heart was found; deputy reports all claimed that the        heart was in a saucepan on the stove, while some crime scene photographers claimed it was in a    paper bag)
~Skin from the face of Mary Hogan, a local tavern owner, found in a paper bag
~A window shade pull consisting of human lips
~A vest crafted from the skin of a woman's torso;
~A belt made from several human nipples
~Socks made from human flesh
~A sheath made from human skin
~A box of preserved vulvas that Gein admitted to wearing.
~An array of "shrunken heads"


Various neighborhood children, whom Gein occasionally babysat, had seen or heard of the shrunken heads, which Gein offhandedly described as relics from the South Seas, purportedly sent by a cousin who had served in World War II. Upon investigation, these turned out to be human facial skins, carefully peeled from cadavers and used by Gein as masks.

Gein eventually admitted under questioning that he dug up the graves of recently buried middle-aged women he thought resembled his mother and took the bodies home, where he tanned their skin to make his possessions. Gein's practice of putting on the tanned skins of women was described as an "insane transvestite ritual". Gein denied having sex with the bodies he exhumed, explaining, "They smelled too bad." During interrogation, Gein also admitted to the shooting death of Mary Hogan, who had been missing since 1954.

Shortly after his mother's death, Gein had decided he wanted a sex change. He created a "woman suit" so he could pretend to be a female.

Plainfield police officer Art Schley allegedly assaulted physically Gein during questioning by banging Gein's head and face into a brick wall, reportedly causing Gein's initial confession to be ruled inadmissible. Schley died of a heart attack in December 1968, at age 43, only a month after testifying at Gein’s trial. Many who knew him said he was so traumatized by the horror of Gein's crimes and the fear of having to testify (notably about assaulting Gein) that it led to his early death. One of his friends said, "He was a victim of Ed Gein as surely as if he had butchered him."

what a splendid day........................... 

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Bisikan Laungan : Pembuka Kata

11:20 PM by Happi Bisuketto Ajichi

Blog kedua dari ku....... sengaja ku melahirkan blog ini untuk mengurangkan kegilaan dalam kepalaku. Globalisasi..... Modernisasi..... itu sekadar istilah... sama juga dengan gila.... hilang akal dan tidak siuman. Itu semua istilah. Apa yang ingin ku curahkan di dalam... tentulah wabak-wabak dan virus yg karut mentah dari akal ku. 

Dan segala sumpahan yang terbuku...... akan tercatat di sini.... dan kalau lah ia berupaya merasuk... bacakan lah dulu ayat-ayat pendinding agar bahaya dapat di elakkan.

Melodi ayat-ayat.... tidak semestinya akan membawa kegembiraan, tawa dan riang, dan tidak juga akan membuat kan anda menarik helaian tisu menitis air mata darah.. ini sekadar penulisan.. dan adakalanya ia gila, dan adakalanya ia waras, dan semestinya ada kalanya ia bisa dan gitu juga sebaliknya, penawar.

Mungkin untuk segala ayat yang ku bacakan tadi, tidak serangkap pun yang anda fahami. Mungkin adalah lebih baik begitu. Kerana ini sekadar coretan carutan produksi minda schyzo ku.

Untuk sekarang dan selamanya, semoga maju jaya.

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