what is 'evil'?
what does that mean? what does it say about the nature of man, and what it means to be human? it seems to be a man, and to be human are two divergent things. what is the common denominator? a creature of baser instincts and passions? i don't know. even animals don't kill for the love of it.
the revelations about the life of gary ridgeway, the greenriver killer, have got murder on my mind.
how can a person be so devoid of conscience, and how can someone like that function in society? it seems impossible that he could be 'insane' and walk amoung us, undiscovered for so long.
having grown up in the nw and california, it seems i've had undue exposure to serial killers. bundy and ridgeway here. richard ramirez, the night stalker, while i was in cali. (he killed someone in my grandparents neighbourhood a few doors down).
when i was in high school, i used to catch the bus with this kid who lived across the road from me. he raped and murdered my neighbour, mrs presler. she was 76 years old.
he was 17. he took the $20 he stole from her to buy a bag of smoke.
how could you look into a pleading face and hurt with such malicous intent?
it's something i can't grasp.
what does that mean? what does it say about the nature of man, and what it means to be human? it seems to be a man, and to be human are two divergent things. what is the common denominator? a creature of baser instincts and passions? i don't know. even animals don't kill for the love of it.
the revelations about the life of gary ridgeway, the greenriver killer, have got murder on my mind.
how can a person be so devoid of conscience, and how can someone like that function in society? it seems impossible that he could be 'insane' and walk amoung us, undiscovered for so long.
having grown up in the nw and california, it seems i've had undue exposure to serial killers. bundy and ridgeway here. richard ramirez, the night stalker, while i was in cali. (he killed someone in my grandparents neighbourhood a few doors down).
when i was in high school, i used to catch the bus with this kid who lived across the road from me. he raped and murdered my neighbour, mrs presler. she was 76 years old.
he was 17. he took the $20 he stole from her to buy a bag of smoke.
how could you look into a pleading face and hurt with such malicous intent?
it's something i can't grasp.
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I can't say that I can understand killing, but I feel that I may have come close at certain points. Not because I have come close to hurting people in this way, but because I try really hard to understand both the positive and negative sides of humanity and society. I can imagine getting a ruch from seeing the rich redness of blood, but I have problems with the faces. The only times I've felt that I've come close have been followed by the most frightening waves of hate and I start to feel my face twisting. It's really scary. I sometimes wish I wasn't so determined to try to step inside other people's shoes.
[Edited on Nov 13, 2003 8:48PM]