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Monster : the jeffrey dahmer story

Jeffrey Dahmer was a serial killer, cannibal, pedophile and sex offender. he killed 17 people, including underage boys. he ate them. most of his victims were black. Back then, there weren't as many cameras, there weren't people's stories online to quickly check, and again, the biggest problem was 'racism' in abundance. If u ask me, he specifically chose black people, because he knew the attitude of the police and the government towards them. Jeffrey grew up in an unstable, chaotic family, where his parents fought 24 hours a day. He received no love, no attention, no care. In my opinion, the parents contributed greatly to making him so inhuman. In the series, everything is described very well and in detail, moreover, the cast is chosen precisely. Evan Peters completely nailed this role and i must say that, he’s already a professional and established actor. he should have a lot of awards because deserves it. hope Evan isn’t mentally damaged, after that. i’d like to mention here, that Ryan Murphy was involved in this series, who once again proved to us that he’s a professional. he knows exactly what Evan is capable of, having watched him for many years in American Horror Story. i also want to mention Niecy Nash, who does a great job in her role. Jeffrey Dahmer was a real monster, a heartless and inanimate monster.

Jiverly Wong and Randy Stair are two examples of mass shooters who employed the use of their vehicles to block the rear exits of their targeted establishments. 

On April 3, 2009, 41-year-old Jiverly Wong parked the 1993 Toyota Camry he borrowed from his father against the back door of the American Civic Association in Binghamton, New York, where he previously attended English classes. He proceeded through the front entrance and shot to death 13 people before taking his own life.

“I got my stereo by simply walking in and out of this hardware store in Seattle. Every time I wanted to get something just to pump myself up a little, I’d drink a few beers, ‘cause I felt I wouldn’t have any inhibitions. I’d move quickly and not look over my shoulder. I wasn’t nervous - and that’s important!

So I just walked into this place and went over to the display area and unhooked the stereo - the turntable and the amplifier - and put them in a cart. Nobody was around. I pushed the cart back through the paint department and outside to where you can get potted plants, and then right on out the back by where they stack the fertilizer.

I pushed it to my car and unloaded it and then planned to go back for the speakers! As I headed back toward the store, I saw at least half a dozen hardware people running around with their little vests on, running this way and that! One of them ran up to me and said, ‘Did you see a man pushing a cart with a stereo in it?’ I swear to God this happened.

I said, ‘Let me think. Yes, I just saw a fellow carrying some stuff and headed toward the bowling alley over there.’ All of sudden, the fear of God was in me! I said to myself, ‘Goddamn, Ted, you’ve gone too far now!’ So I moseyed over to the Volkswagen, slipped in, and drove away.

I got the speakers late… another time. I wanted to find a pair that matched. You need to get speakers that are to be driven by your system, right?

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“There used to be a lot of people, in Seattle and elsewhere, who believed that Theodore Robert Bundy himself was the victim, a bright young man drawn inexorably into a monstrous web of circumstances by a jealous fiancee, and then hounded by conniving police investigators, ambitious prosecutors and lazy journalists, all of whom loved his case and warmed to the idea of piling one charge on top of another, making it bigger and more sensational. Bundy, himself, in an exchange of correspondence with this writer after authorities in Tallahassee prevented a face‐to‐face interview at the jail, vented his anger at a system that he said convicted him in the press before he had the chance to face his accusers and their meager evidence in a courtroom. The man who three years earlier had professed confidence at the chance to clear his name, and lectured his supporters on the soundness of the crimnal justice system, wrote to The New York Times:

Born on the 6th of August, 1990, JonBenet Ramsey was a six-year-old girl who was known for her participation in many beauty contests all across the United States. On 26 December, 1996, Ramsey was found dead in the basement of her own home. Eight hours earlier, a ransom note demanding money for her safe return had been found by her mother on the staircase. She had been bludgeoned over the head before being strangled with a garrote a period of time later.

The garrote was fastened from a paintbrush that had been found inside her mother’s bag in the basement. Her family contended that when the family had returned from a Christmas party the night before, JonBenet had gone straight to sleep. However, her autopsy indicated that she had eaten pineapple at some point throughout the night; there was also a bowl of pineapple on the kitchen table, meaning that she was awake when the family claimed she was asleep.