Timesuck with Dan Cummins - 123 - Serial Killer Ed Kemper: The Co-ed Killer

Episode Date: January 21, 2019

Born on December 18, 1948, in Burbank, California, Edmund Kemper, at age 15, killed both his grandparents to "see what it felt like." He turned himself in and was sentenced to a state mental healthy facility where this killer with a genius level IQ manipulated psychiatrists into thinking he was cured. The 6'9" 280lb murderer almost immediately began a gruesome murder and necrophilia spree. One of the darkest subjects we've covered, today, on Timesuck. January 24th-26th New Brunswick, New Jersey - The Stress Factory CLICK HERE for tix! February 7-9 Madison, Wisconsin - Comedy Club on State CLICK HERE for tix! February 9 Madison, Wisconsin Comedy Club on State LIVE ANTHILL KIDS TIMESUCK CLICK HERE for tix! February 15-17 Philadelphia, Pennsylvania - Punchline Comedy Club CLICK HERE for tix! February 22-23 Salt Lake City, Utah - Wiseguys's Comedy Club CLICK HERE for tix! February 23 Salt Lake City, Utah - Wiseguy's LIVE ANTHILL KIDS TIMESUCK CLICK HERE for tix! Listen to the best of my standup on Spotify! (for free!) CLICK HERE Timesuck is brought to you by the following sponsors: The Broaum podcast is hosted by Timesuckers and Space Lizards Joe Dimeo and Ben Ferguson, enlightening you with important dude-centric knowledge every week! Go to www.broaum.com Timesuck is brought to you by Leesa! Get $160 off a Leesa mattress at leesa.com/timesuck and use promo code TIMESUCK at checkout Timesuck is brought to you by Hims! Try Hims for a month today and get started for just five bucks – while supplies last. CLICK HERE! Want to try out Discord!?! https://discord.gg/tqzH89v Watch the Suck on Youtube: https://youtu.be/YOjj6QQDlh8 Merch - https://badmagicmerch.com/ Want to try out Discord!?! https://discord.gg/tqzH89v Want to join the Cult of the Curious private Facebook Group? Go directly to Facebook and search for "Cult of the Curious" in order to locate whatever current page hasn't been put in FB Jail :) For all merch related questions: https://badmagicmerch.com/pages/contact Please rate and subscribe on iTunes and elsewhere and follow the suck on social media!! @timesuckpodcast on IG, @timesuckpodcast on Twitter, and www.facebook.com/timesuckpodcast Wanna be a Space Lizard? We're over 3500 strong! Click here: https://www.patreon.com/timesuckpodcast Sign up through Patreon and for $5 a month you get to listen to the Secret Suck, which will drop Thursdays at Noon, PST. You'll also get 20% off of all regular Timesuck merch PLUS access to exclusive Space Lizard merch. You get to vote on two Monday topics each month via the app. And you get the download link for my new comedy album, Feel the Heat. Check the Patreon posts to find out how to download the new album and take advantage of other benefits!

Ed Kemper, the co-ed killer, a giant murderer and necrophiliaque who stands six feet nine inches tall and weighs around 300 pounds. A roughly shakiloneal sized serial killer bigger than Michael Myers from the Halloween movie franchise arguably scarier. Also literally a genius. A psychopath with an IQ of roughly 145 who was able to manipulate psychiatrist at a state mental facility. He was initially held in after his first two murders to be given an early release. Ed camper has been in prison since 1973. He likes it in there. He has no interest in leaving or so.

He says he's waved his right to parole hearings since 1985. California inmate B52453 currently 70 years old sits in the California state medical facility today in Vacaville, roughly 50 miles northeast of the San Francisco Bay. In addition to killing several family members, this monster killed a lot of strangers as well, tortured and killed animals as a kid. Says he feels guilty about some of it. I'm guessing he feels guilty about some of it, I'm guessing he feels guilty about none of it. The FBI's behavioral science unit, behavioral science unit, the organization that the Netflix

series Mind Hunter is based on interviewed camper after he turned himself into authorities and they learned a tremendous amount about the mind of a serial killer, how to track and catch future serial killers, and what red flags from someone's childhood are that could lead them to becoming a serial killer from studying Ed the co ed killer camper. The story's fucking bananas. Super super dark. One of the craziest stories I've ever looked into, enter your own risk into the cold, super twisted, just so weird mind, the crazy needs of Ed Kemper

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Now for today's darkness, oh, buckle up, mother fuckers. The story, the story is just so insane. Time for today's darkness with Ed Kimber. [♪ OUTRO MUSIC PLAYING [♪ When I've read the initial research for today's suck provided by Heather Knowledge Ninja Rylinder again, I was in the suck dungeon with Joe Paisley, Reverend Dr. Joe, and I've never interrupted him more at work. Usually I'm the one that's worried about just being interrupted by anyone just because I have a lot of content to build every week.

I'm trying to stay focused and avoid a lot of content to build every week and I'm trying to stay focused and you know, avoid a lot of conversations or time. I kept bothering Joe because I just, I couldn't, I couldn't, I had to share what I was reading with somebody. You know, I just kept saying out loud. The most since the toybox killer episode, I just kept saying, what the fuck? What? Are you serious? Why? I can't believe I've never heard about Ed Camper before time suck. I know he's, yeah, well actually I was gonna give something away for later.

Never mind. Dude is cartoonishly evil. The research I did for this sucker, reminding me the research I did on the Chicatilo episode, like it's just equally just so strange. And actually with Chicatilo episode, like it's just equally just so strange. And actually with Chicatilo specifically, there's a certain dysfunctional penis relationship between the two killers. Found a lot of moments dark laughter.

Now, it wasn't laughing because what he did is funny. Nothing he did was funny as far as the heinous stuff. Far from extremely tragic, but it's just so dark and so ridiculous. It's just that kind of like nervous laugh to go, my God. No, what? And then the way he would talk about what he did, or the way he, I guess, he's still live, the way he talks about it. Uh, it's, it's so ludicrous it almost feels fake, but it's not fake. He was convicted. He, he is in prison now. He's been convicted of heinous crimes twice. Uh, lots of evidence that backs up what he said he has done.

Also strains that he was caught twice, not only caught twice, turned himself in twice, very unusual. On both cases, he assumed he would just get caught anyway if he did. And I think that was the main motivation, but still unusual for serial killer to turn themselves in. Not once but twice. Also crazy that he got out after the first time, after the first things he did. Strange, strange twisted animal. This Ed camper, let's dig into his life in today's time suck timeline. We're marching down a time, time, time line.

December 18, 1948, Edmund Amiel Kemper III is born to Edmund Kemper, Jr. and Clarnell Strandberg in Burbank, California. Edmund and Clarnell, hoping they went by Edmund Clare. Edmund and Clarnell sound like the names you would give to some monsters, anyone remember the monsters? My tendency to go with very old references, Adam's family, it'd be like an Adam's family type situation, just to know, Hello, I am Edmund,

and this is my darling wife, Clarenel. Have you seen our boy, Edmund the third, he will grow to be a powerful monster. He will make the Kemple family proud. He will be an incredible force for darkness. Edmund and Clarenel had gotten married in Great Falls, Montana, the My Nekka, the woods. 1942 while Ed was in the army's World War II veteran, they either moved to California, shortly after getting married or already living in California when they got married and

just came to Montana, you know, for the service. The couple already had one daughter when Ed, when Ed, Ed camper, our Ed camper was born Susan, heo, knee camper. Susan was born five years prior to Ed in 1943. And Ed and Clarnel would soon have another daughter, Alan Lee camper, who would be born in 1951. Susan would grow up and go on to have a happy marriage, raise a family, live a long, fruitful life in Montana.

She'd have two sons, Donald and Roy, a daughter, Christie, end up with seven grandchildren. She died in 2014. In her obituary, her sister is referenced, along with other surviving family, Eddie is not. Oh, Ed didn't even get mentioned. Alan is still alive out there somewhere. She not surprisingly hasn't exactly volunteered to do any interviews about her murderous and psychotic big brother. According to some interviews I found with Ed Susan and Alan's half brother, a man who

goes by the fake name of David Weber in interviews because he doesn't want his real name known. Can't blame him. Uh, and sister Alan thinks of Ed as a good person who did bad things. I question her really thinking that after this suck, I doubt you'll feel the same. Edmond would be their, his parents only son, at least the only one they would have together. What a son he is. He was a huge baby. 13 pounds at birth. Dude, just could not wait to start hurting women.

First thing he does, coming into the world is to violate a woman, violate his mother. I can't imagine you have an easy delivery when you give birth to a giant 13 pound vagina tearing baby. I'm guessing some stuff gets shredded. The average birth weight for a newborn baby, by the way, is under eight pounds. Ed is over 50% bigger than the average baby, and he would grow into an equally disproportionately huge man. By 1952 and Ed is four, he's already a head taller than other kids' own age.

Science and trouble began to emerge early for young giant Eddie. I mean, this is gonna be one of those things, it's like, was this dude born evil? Like this is very interesting to me this suck in the terms of nature versus nurture. By the end of it, I ended up leaning more on the the nature side.

Not everyone agrees who has looked into camper. Uh, actually, I think most people end up thinking it's more of like a nurture situation with mama. I think this dude may have just been born a fucking psychotic maniac. He has a dark fantasy life, sometimes dreaming about killing his mother. He cuts off the head of his sister's dolls, talks to his sisters when they're very young into playing a game called gas chamber, a game in which he has his sisters blindfold him and lead him to a chair where he pretends to ride an agony until he dies as a young child does.

He also plays another fun game with his sisters called electric chair. It's very similar to the gas chamber, gas chamber game, just a slightly different ending. When he was in second grade, second grade, he'd sneak out of his house. He would get his dad's World War II bayonet. I don't know if he used bayonets World War II, but his dad was in the millionaire and his dad had a bayonet. So that's why I call it. He would get his dad's bayonet. I know that for sure.

And he would sneak out to a second grade teacher's house, watch her through the window like a tiny, well I guess he was big for his age, but still a young, super young fucking lurker creep and fantasize about murdering her. Second grade, second grade. None of this is good. If you have a kid playing murder games who is sneaking out to watch their teacher through the window while essentially holding a fucking spear,

you're gonna want to put that kid in counseling ASAP. Maybe not let them touch anything sharp, maybe get good, solid locks, installed on the doors, if every other family members bedrooms, maybe also take your little monster's door completely off the hinges. So they can't be doing anything creepy alone

and unwatched in there. I don't care if it's only seven or eight. You might want to put like some kind of ankle monitors, GPS monitor on them. So glad I don't have a kid like that. Peepin on a teacher to the window at night and second grade will hold an obeyinette, mixing sexual thoughts with violent thoughts at that age.

I peeped when I was a kid, I'm gonna fold this closer. You guys know I'm pretty transparent. I peeped on a neighbor lady, taking a shower. I was, I was sophomore in high school, I was 15. And if my dad a stepmom at the time would have caught me, they should have put me in counseling for that. You know, that's pretty creepy. Luckily, I was not doing it holding a weapon.

I was not holding a spear. I would think about the incident later while holding a spear of sorts, a trouser spear, if you will. I would think about how exciting it was to see a real life naked woman. I was a creep, but I was not an ed camper level of creep. Thank God.

Okay. 1957, ed camper is 10. He starts to kill now. Not humans, not humans, but this disturbed me almost as much as the humans we'll be talking about later. I don't know what that says about me. We start to kill beginning with the family's pet cat. I know sometimes animal lovers react more strongly to tales of animal sadism than humans.

So if you're an animal lover, ah, brace yourself. If you're a cat lover, whoo! This is not gonna be fun. This is not gonna be fun for you at all. If you're a cat hater like a sadistic sociopath, cat hater, take off your pants now because you're probably gonna start jerking off. This one is gonna be a yes, okay.

So Bojangles, who is not normally a terribly fond of cats, even growled when I first told him jerking off. This one is gonna be a yes, okay. So Bojangles, who is not normally terribly fond of cats, even growled when I first told him this little tale, 10-year-old Edmund Berries the Family Cat Alive. Berries of life, that's not the most fucked up part, not even close. Once it's dead, digs up the family, I'm not laughing because I think this is funny. It's just so ridiculous.

He digs up the family cat. He cuts his head off. And then he puts his head on the end of a spike, like a little like a little cat head on stick. It's his first trophy and it's a model he would use for later trophies. So fucking messed up. He's walking around as little cat head on stick. Why did he do this? Turns out he had severe mommy issues. Turns out there is a very good chance that mommy as we'll find out soon was may have been if she wasn't a vicious

manhating woman who made Eddie's life hell. That's how he perceived her. There's a big debate on that. He at the very least he perceived his mother to be against him very strongly and a man hating woman who hated him. And Eddie both loved, or I guess, you know, still does both at least alive, both love and hate his mom. So and that might have something to do with the holding the bayonet outside his female teachers window. Ed from a very young age was super intimidated by women. Grude to have both a lot of reverence and a lot of hatred towards women. And his

mom loved the family cat. It was like his mom's cat. So I'm thinking that is why he killed it. I don't, I don't believe he, well, actually, he did speak to speak to that fairly directly. So yes. I think that is exactly why he killed the family hat. Most of the reason I just picked this little psycho walking on his yard and you know, Burbank, the family's cat head on a stick just do you want to pet me now, mother? Why don't you want to pet me, mother? Oh, look at me. Look at your sweet little kitty. Find my body, mother. Find my body and pet it. I picture him having a very deep voice. He's a big dude. Later, 1957, even as a child, later in 1957, Ed parents, they get divorced when asked why years later,

his dad would say that spooky kid creeps. The hell out of me at 10, he was already bigger than me. I was scared. I talked to Claire Nell about killing him, but she was against it. I thought we should at least try and maybe break his spine or paralyze him and something, but she wouldn't even compromise on that.

We couldn't agree on what to do with Little Eddie. Classic, irreconcilable differences, packed up my shit, left the family and I've never looked back. That's not what he said. He may have thought it. What he basically said was he left Clarnel because she was a psycho. So this does give a little bit of credence to the people on the side of nurture with Edward. He said that Clarnel constantly complained about his menial job as an electrician,

said that suicide missions in wartime and the later atomic bomb testings he did were nothing compared to living with Clarnel. He also said that she affected him as a grown man more than 396 days and nights of fighting on the fronted. Okay, so pretty common for people to not like their X's, not liking your ex makes sense. This guy definitely took it further.

Dude said World War II combat was easier on him than getting along with Clarnel. Okay. All right. So, you know, that's, that's pretty strong evidence on the side of Clarnel not being a great woman. There are other people later who would have very different thoughts on him. I will say that the people who seem to really like Clarnel tended to be women. You know, so maybe he, she really did just hate men. Maybe she, she really was fine with women.

There is that chance after they split. Camper's dad stays in California. Carnell takes big head and the girls to Helena Montana. Camper was a daddy's boy. The divorce devastated him. He had a severely dysfunctional relationship with his mom. He did later reported to be neurotic, domineering alcoholic, said she would frequently belittle if he mille in abuse him.

In 1984 interview I watched, Camper described his mother as sick, angry, very sad woman. I hated her. I watched the alcohol intake increase. I watched her social life, social life drop off. I watched her get bizarre. She had a terrible life with my father.

I'm a constant reminder of that failure. That's how he interprets it. Clarnel might not have killed anybody like her son, but it does appear that she may have helped drive him to kill. 1961 when he's 13, Ed kills another family cat is going to get back at mom again for something taken out another one of mom's fur babies again in brutal fashion. Can per take some machdy to this cat. He holds it holds its legs while slicing off the top of its skull with the machete. He doesn't want it to be able to run away. The blood spurts all over him when he does this and apparently he loves that. He loves the the feeling of the carnage. God, my my my my son just turned 13 and I just can't imagine him doing something

like that. Like a 13 years old, he's already a sadistic fucking maniac. He's extremely angry and demanded a young man and adding another level of terror to him. He's huge already. He's already over six feet tall and over 200 pounds. Man, kill those pets. Kyler would be in counseling several times a week if he buried our dog, Penny Pooper alive and then put Penny Pooper's head on.

I can't imagine. If I came home and Kyler was in the backyard with Penny Pooper's head on a stick, do you like me more than Kyler now, father? Do you like Penny Pooper more than father now? And then later, after Tommy, he took him a shetty to Ginger Bell. What the fuck? How could you ever look at your kid the same way again? I'm gonna be a fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking She walked in on me once. She teased me by the, but we can joke about it. We can joke about it. Still in like the normal spectrum of juvenile behavior.

I don't think she would be joking with me if when I was a kid, I took her fucking cat and cut its head off and put on a stick. Ah, you know? Okay, Ed's hatred of women is growing. Attracted to another female teacher around this age. One of his sister's teases him and asked him, why doesn't he try to kiss her? He replies with something that disturbs his sister that she remembered many years later.

He says, if I kiss her, I'd have to kill her first. Okay. Love to women hates women. Years later, he recalls one of his first sexual fantasies from around the time, as he entered puberty, he said he would masturbate to mental images of killing everyone in the town he lived in, which was Helena masturbated to killing everyone in Helena. And then having sex with her corpses, who, not good.

How do you react to something like that when you're a counselor, by the way, too? This kind of stuff is one of the many reasons I could never make it as a counselor. I know that like if I was listening to some, even if they're young, like 13, 14 years old, and they're starting to confess to me that they jerk off to continual thoughts of killing everyone in their town and then fucking their corpses. I would just be thinking, please, please God, please God, if you do exist on behalf of the world, please kill this kid. I know it's not usually good to kill kids, but please kill this one. It's in the best interest of the greater.

Good, come on, God. You let kids die all the time. Why can't this fucker be next? Don't take sweet kids anymore. Take, don't take the good ones. Take, take the campers. Take the, take the other future murderers. Around this age, campers mom starts to lock him in the basement at night

Because she is afraid that he is going to rape his sisters Some sources say in some fashion there was never charges not a lot of specifics, but accusations of him molesting to some level his sisters Fuck That's when you know man that that's when you really know your kid is super duper fucked up molesting to some level his sisters. Fuck. That's when you know, man, that's when you really know your kid is super duper fucked up. He's already killed some pets and then you have to start locking him in the basement

so he doesn't rape your other kids. Ed would later claim they get locked down in the basement at night would become a regular occurrence gave him further fuel to hate his mother, which I do get. Man, 1964 when he's 15, he runs away from home, which makes sense. That's almost inevitable when you start locking your kid

in the basement, even if they deserve it, they're bound to run away, I think at some point. If you're also letting them out of the basement, which she was, you know, if you're like, hey, kids, why'd you run away from home? I got tired of my family locking me in the basement at night. Oh, all right. Well, I wasn't going to take into the police, but that actually makes a lot of sense.

Carry on. Camparmate it all the way to Van Nies, California, to his dad's place. Didn't, uh, dad didn't make it very far from Burbank. Burbank and Van Nies, only about seven, eight miles apart. Camparmate makes it all the way there. Upon arriving at his father's house, Ed Littlehead discovers that his father has remarried, so the clue he didn't keep in great touch, and now has another son, his half brother. The guy with the fake name we heard from earlier, that David Weber. He also finds out that he is not

welcome to stay with his dad and is devastated. Years later, his half brother, David Weber, will say that part of the reason Ed was not welcome to stay was that he quote creeped out his father's new wife. Yeah, I bet he did. Kemper got big quick by this age. He's already close to the full six foot nine. He'd become already weighs around 250 pounds. And yeah, he's creepy, creepy dude. Kemper would later say, Dad didn't want me around because I upset his second wife. My presence gave her migraine headaches. So maybe she had some kind of evil detector in her brain that was sending off constant alarms

when Kemper was around. But this has to be crushing news for Kemper. You know he was thinking when he's locked in the basement of moms, if only I can make it to dads, things will be so much better. Everything will be great. When I was a kid,

I lived with my mom after my parents divorced, a mom who never locked me anywhere, a mom who didn't, doesn't hate men. I did often fantasize about how great life would be with my dad. I didn't see my dad very much for a while. And it's just easy to do. It's common phenomenon for like the children

and divorced parents when the one parent really isn't around much. It's easy to put that other parent on a pedestal and be like, oh man, I would never get grounded. I'll have mac and cheese for every meal. Do nothing but just have fun. You just build it up in your head. And I can only imagine how much more intense

that was for Ed. If rightly or wrongly, you know, he thinks his mom is psychotic and hates her and just, man, if I can just make it to dad's and then he gets there and then dad is like, nope, you're not going to say here, that's got to be and he's fucking psychotic, you know. So he probably put extra insanely irrational expectations on what would happen when he lived with his dad. Can't wait to live with father. Oh man, when I live with father, maybe we can kill cats together.

We can put cats heads on sticks together with father, have some fun times with daddy. Walk around the neighborhood, father and son, finding cats, whacking off their heads with machetes, talking about what ladies would like to kill with Bayonets, doing father, son, stuff, everything we'd perfect with father. Man, I hope the neighbors hear that upstairs. That'll be fun for. I'll stay here. If you put in cuts, I don't check with father, Edmund Jr. allows his son to stay with him briefly and tell his mate arrangements for Ed to live in North Fort, California with

his parents, little Eddie's paternal grandparents, Edmund senior, mod camper on their 17 acre ranch. Kemper would recall later that he was shipped off to his paternal grandparents to live in complete isolation on a California mountaintop with my senile grandfather and my grandmother who thought she had more balls than any man and was constantly emasculating me and my grandfather to prove it. I couldn't please her. It was like being in jail. I became a walking time bomb. True or not, Ed thinks he has another woman in his life controlling and amastulating him, another woman hurting him.

Not sure this is true about grandma, and this was part of the reason I started to question his feelings about his mom. I mean, I guess he could be just projecting his vision of his mother onto his grandma, but nothing anywhere says that his grandma was anything like this. It's to me, it felt like he was very much reading into this. Dr. Joel Ford, a San Francisco based specialist in social and health problems, including crime and violence who had later testified, Camper's trial said he found his grandmother to be authoritarian and a disciplinary and just like his mother.

That's even interesting wording with him. He found his grandmother to be. Not that he was, he considered that. While he hated living on the ranch, at least you have to kill lots of small wooden creatures. First and only Christmas there, campers grandfather gave him a 22 caliber rifle to shoot rabbits and other small game with around the farm. Can only imagine how many furry critters were shot on those acres. Just a giant camper standing above them with a rock heart erection because he would later say this, you know, these, these killings like made him, made him sexually excited, just

watching the little animal suffer and die. How disturbing is that totally speculating this happened, but based on what I know about camper, I feel pretty sure that something, something went on similar to this kind of scenario is that mother would like this little furry rabbit, so furry and soft, but mama would hate it. If I put his head on a stick like those cats, oh, which I could send a rabbit head on a stick to mother. But post office don't let me send stickheads. Why is everyone out to get me? Well, camper mayor may not have used his rifle to kill lots of little animals. He definitely used it to kill some humans.

August 27th, 1964. camper takes a 22. His grandpa had recently given him. And while his 66 year old grandma, mod camper sits at the kitchen table, typing on a tie prider, you know, not paying attention to to Ed. He shoots her three times in the back of the head. He later said he killed his grandmother, quote, just to see what it felt like. That's when you know you are truly dealing with somebody who has no empathy, like a true

narcissistic sociopath or psychopath. When they tell you they not only do they kill their fucking grandma, but they do it just see what it feels like, you know, that's somebody who would not hesitate to kill you. If your death could benefit, benefit them in any way, you know, if they feel like they could get away with it. To make sure he finished the job, camper also stabbed grandma a few times in the back with a kitchen knife. That's what he would say.

He said later, I didn't think she was dead and I wanted her to suffer. I think that's bullshit. You just shot her three times in the fucking head at point blank range. I think he just wanted to cause more carnage and the act of of stabbing sexually excited him. I bet I bet the sick little fuck was just hard as a rock while he's stabbing his dead grandmother. Uh, camper then waited and when his 72 year old grandfather pulled up to the house, the old man waves smiles at his grandson, hey, before he gets out of the car, he's going to grab some grocery packages. He, he purchased in town. He, he bends down

to pick up those packages and then camper shoots him in the back of the head as well. Says he did it because I didn't want him to see what I had done. And then he hides his grandfather's body in a closet to help keep this gruesome murder a secret. A psychiatrist would later say, he said he didn't want his grandfather to suffer knowing that his wife was dead. Again, bullshit.

I think he just killed his grandfather because he just didn't want to get caught. That's all. He just didn't want to get caught, you know? He would later say he didn't want his grandfather to be mad at him when he found out what he did. You know, ding, ding, ding, little bit truth there. Makes a lot more sense and oh, just to one, I don't want grandfather to be sad.

I thought he would be sad if I killed his wife, I thought I bet he will be upset. Um, God, man, killing his wife with the gun this guy gave him killing him because you're worried about him turning you in. What a co-blast son of a bitch. Paranoid is set to immediately. Can't ever begin to imagine people coming to the remote home in the rugged California mountains to catch him. He starts thinking that he's going to have to kill all of them too in order to keep from

being a fan. That doesn't know how he's going to kill everybody. He said later, I sensed everybody in the world coming to get me. I knew anybody that came up there that gave me a funny look or a fishy eye or a quiz go look. I would have to blow their brains out. If I had been in a city, I would have been a mass murderer at 15. I would have killed until they gunned me down.

I was scared to death and I felt violent. I was the rabbit that always ran, that always burned my bridges and there was nowhere else to run. My back hit that wall and I came out screaming and kicking and shooting. I was raging inside. Finally unable to live with his despicable act. That's what he says. I just think he was just worried about getting caught or maybe he just wanted to upset his mother. He calls his mom sobbing, confesses to the horrible crime. I'm sure those tears were for himself. He's just crying about getting worried about getting caught or maybe he just wanted to upset his mother. He calls his mom, sobbing, confesses to the horrible crime. I'm sure those tears were for himself. He just crying about getting worried about getting caught. He doesn't care about grandma grandpa.

Carnell, his mother advised him to call the police, which he does. And then he waits patiently on grandpa's front porch for the authorities to arrive. And then he just, he doesn't put up a fight at all. It shows him what happened when he gets there. Confesses everything. I'm thinking he probably just thought he would get in less trouble if he confessed And he didn't end up getting too much trouble After his arrest he underwent a barrage of psychiatric testing. He was found to have a near genius IQ level

He tested out at 136 the first time and 145 the second It was also determined that he suffered from paranoid schizophrenia. Camper ended up being placed in the atasca derro state hospital for the criminally insane in atasca derro or atasca derro, California halfway between LA and San Francisco of highway 101. It's still there today. Camper became patient number B52453 housed among approximately 1600 other murderers and sex defenders also there not sure what his sense was because his sense was sealed due to his juvenile offender

status. And oddly he thrives in this place the psychiatric staff at a task of Dero found him both to be very intelligent and very personable and very likeable they liked him. He soon gave pro game privileges that others didn't have. Ed is a bright fellow. That was obvious when you were talking with him. So Dr. William Schonberger, one of the staff psychiatrists at the hospital, he added, he was kind of a model patient. Camper spent five years at a taskadera after he murdered his grandparents.

He recalled with pride the job he'd held there as head of the psychological testing lab at the age of 19 and working directly under the hospital's chief psychologist. He said, I felt I definitely could have done a lot of good there, helping people return to the streets. I could have fit in there quicker than anybody else. After all, I grew up there that used to be like my home. Basically, I was born there, you know? I have a lot of fond memories of that place.

He was entrusted to help the hospital staff administer psychiatric tests to other patients. He became a member of the junior chamber of commerce. That cracks me up. What kind of business ideas is he cooking up? Hey, what do you guys think of this business idea? Cat head sickles. It's like a popsicle, but instead hear me out.

Instead of frozen sugar and water and other sweet syrupy flavors, it's a frozen cat head. Cat head sickles were the pets or the treats. During his trial, he wore his chamber of commerce membership pin on his lapel with pride. Because of his intelligence and ability, he apparently was a valuable aid in psychological testing and research. He said, I helped to develop some new tests and some new scales on the MMPI, the Minnesota multi-phasic personality inventory. I helped to develop a new scale called the overt hostility scale. How's that for ironic? Yeah, he's a smart guy. It's actually pretty ironic.

After getting the counselors' trust, quickly becoming seemingly cured, Kemper was paroled on his 21st birthday on December 18, 1977. What? He just let back out. When he's 21, and then because the parole officers were really busy with other case notes and they just were so not concerned with him. He claims that he didn't end up even having to check in with his parole officers. He said he went to check in the first time.

They told him like, do you feel like a lot of rage and he was like, no. And they were like, well, we're busy with some other stuff. As long as you feel good, you're good. You don't have to come over. You don't have to check in. Mike Johnson, a former reporter for the San Jose Mercury News thinks that a camper was just smart enough to manipulate the doctors at the state hospital because check this out. Speaking to his criminal genius and just his IQ, the counselors, they trusted him. So he's so manipulative. They trusted him enough to give him access to

materials that allowed him to master test questions. He would later be asked in order to prove he had been rehabilitated when they made him that aid in that psychological testing and research department, Mike Johnson says he intentionally let all the psychiatrists to believe he was normal. He had them eating out of his hands. One of the errands he would run was to carry test materials from one room to another. Camper later said that during these trips between offices, he would memorize this material. You know, just beginning this pattern of manipulation that he really kind of mastered in the walls of this facility, because he just became a better manipulator there.

He had so much access to the records of other patients and test papers. He just learned all the criteria for all the diagnosis, like, and what they would be looking for to find out if the person was truly cured, you know, signs that they were faking it. He just learned to master behaving in that way, like he knew exactly how to act and then did that and then they thought he was totally cured. That's some Hannibal Lecter's Silence of the Lam's type shit. Just, you know, I knew what they wanted to hear, Clarice.

I gave them the answers that they yearn to receive. I enjoyed knowing that they would feel tremendous guilt and shame for the later killings I had already planned After he was released Although his psychiatrist recommended he not have contact with his mother. He was nonetheless Returned by his parole officers, so he didn't have to check out, you know, really with prologue, but he did he was You know put in her care and that move Would would set off a tragic chain of events. I mean, I mean, maybe they would have happened anyway, but probably not as quickly and as severely as easy because

of his anger towards mom. Almost immediately, he claims the verbal abuse began to new. Um, Kimper recalls his mother saying, for seven years, I haven't had sex with a man because of you, my murderous son. It might be true. Probably a little harder to get laid. I'm not sure. When your son sons, this fucking grandpa killing maniac. For his part, he almost immediately reverts back to the angry frightened damage boy, who been, you know, trapped in that Montana basement. Camper's mother had since left Montana resettling California this time in Santa Cruz, where she had a job as an administrative assistant assistant at the University of California

at Santa Cruz. It was the early 1970s, and the ocean front community was a big hippie haven. It was a big home to beach loving, you know, weed smoking LSD, dropping hippies and some other tourists. A lot of the counter culture, bled over from the San Francisco Bay, ended up forming, you know, people forming communes and places like Santa Cruz and Santa Cruz County. Yeah, it was an attractive area to these kind of people, including a lot of beautiful, young, single, free love, love and, you know, hippie girls, hey, I lose to Fina.

Man, good, good time to be alive. Michael Alufi, a local police officer who later became part of the Kemper investigation, said, people were coming from across the country to live that free and liberating lifestyle. And Kemper wanted to meet these young liberated ladies, started a new life, make some regular friends, but he just didn't know how to talk to him. And his murderous personality was simmering just beneath the surface. He felt particularly inadequate around women. He was lonely.

He attempted to date, but after one disastrous first date, he shied away from trying to have any further intimate encounters with these girls. He'd later say, my first date was an absolute disaster away from trying to have any further intimate encounters with these girls. He'd later say, my first date was an absolute disaster. It was a terrible tragedy. His first date is only like real date. I took a girl out to eat a Denys and then to watch John Wayne movie. Dude, what the hell?

Yeah, that's a terrible date. Denys, Denys on a first date. And listen, listen, I like Denny's. They have great pancakes. I like solid pancakes. You know, good eggs, good bacon. I like to overall vibe with their diners. I love that they're usually open 24 hours,

but many late night in a Denny's. I like them way better than I hop. Sorry if you work at I hop. Denny's fucking crushes you. But Denny's not a first day place. It's like that's like taking a lady to Taco Bell or White Castle. Hi, my name is Ed. I have no originality or concept of romance.

Like you don't have to go someplace expensive and find a little mom pod diner, just a cheap, but I have some charm. And then movie, now take her out for a drink, a game of pool, something where you can interact a little bit, not have to rely on conversation, but not be totally quieter. And not John Wayne.

That's a dude flick. Come on. Camper knew he had no skills. He'd say it wasn't her fault. I don't blame her. I was such a dork. A grandparent killing kind of dork. That's arguably the worst kind of dork.

And he also, he did have another reason to be intimidated around women. He had a tiny, tiny penis. Not sure exactly how big it was, but I know based on numerous articles, based on people who have written books around it, Camper, apparently was very small. I think in the micro-pean territory, and looked even smaller than it was due to how big the rest of his body was. So, you know, the contrast not helping them had no chance. How do you start dating? When you're a giant man who's killed his grandparents, you spent your formative years locked up in a state mental institution for killing your grandparents.

You have no sexual experience and you have a tiny little micro-ping. Let me tell you a little bit about myself. Okay. Hmm, let's see. Let me tell you a little bit about myself. Okay, all right. Well, I used to get locked in the basement quite a bit for trying to write my sisters. That made mother very angry. I can only imagine how much trouble I would have gotten in if she would have found out about me putting some cats' heads on some sticks. I would have never gotten out of

the basement. How are your pancakes? Early good. Let's see. What else about me? Uh, not crazy anymore. Let's document it. I used to be crazy. Killed grandma and grandpa. Uh, that was very naughty. That was very naughty. And I know that because I spent my formative years in the state mental hospital for the criminally insane Any who do you like John Wayne? I'm sure having fun at our Denny's date. Hey one last thing. I hope this is not a deal breaker I have like tiny penis like a little teeny tiny Pen that makes me very angry like a little T.D. tiny

Pin that makes me very angry temper, he was in a shitty situation as far as trying to rehabilitate his life Terrible past no, you know, oh god, still no positive female role model's life. Ah, he's a psycho He was nothing like the free spirited young young women who were flocking to cano uh, you know Santa Cruz Nothing like the you know the dudes around there either. He would later say all of these kids were like aliens to me You know he'd been locked up, you know for the beginning of the hippie era in America's entry into Vietnam He missed those crucial years during that at that time. You know the world had changed significantly He said regarding you know the other kids and the end this first date. He said they were totally different from the kids I knew You know the other kids and the end this first date. He said they were totally different from the kids I knew

It's all he knew were people locked out for being fucking monsters He said plus I've been locked up since I was 15. I couldn't tell her that when I got out on the street It was like being on a strange planet people my age. We're not talking the same language It's almost you know, I met almost no one who'd killed their grandparents Now he didn't say that he said I had been living with people older than I was for so long that I was an old Foggy. Ed Camperman, so smart, but so dumb, so fucked up. He, he, it does seem like he tried to live a normal life for a little while when he got out. I, I, I will say that like a tiny little, a little like for a few months. Camper got his GED to local college, local community college, almost immediately. He, he hoped to become a police officer.

He tried to become a police officer, but he was too tall. It does seem like that's the reason he was not allowed to be a police officer. It wasn't about his past because his juvenile records were sealed. As far as I can tell, that's no longer a reason to be denied being a police officer, being six nine. And it is crazy to me also that the reason what wasn't his record, because from what I read the police would not have been able to access his juvenile record for killing his grandparents that doesn't seem good to me. Like I think that maybe certain organizations should always be able to unseal your juvenile

records like if you kill your fucking grandparents, I don't think you should ever be allowed to be a cop like not ever or work at a nursing home or be put in charge of bingo night. Instead of joining the police force, he landed a job with the California division of highways, working as a row construction flag man, Mike Johnson, that San Jose mercury news reporter said, I really like that paper by the way. It's come up another, uh, like the Golden State killer. I think they do a hell of a job. Uh, he said he was as strong as a horse. And I think he liked the culture of the job, the physical work. That's scary.

He's very strong for being a big guy. He saved his money, eventually earned enough money to buy himself a motorcycle, but then he crashed it and suffered a head injury in the process. Great, violent cycle paths with a head injury. That is not bode well, historically for people's behavior. As we've learned another serial killer sucks. And then he wins a settlement.

He wins a settlement after the accident that allows him to purchase a car yellow 1969 Ford Galaxy. And he will use this car to begin a reign of terror on the unsuspecting surrounding community. The highways around Santa Cruz became killer stocking grounds at this time as we learned another sucks hitchhiking was still common. Remember that way back from Charles Manson, everybody's hitchhiking around there. A lot of college girls chose hitchhiking as their mode of transportation.

Camper was happy to give them a ride and then soon more than happy to do horrible things to them. He said, I traveled a lot because I'd been locked up for five and a half years so I was driving around. The driving around was a way to demonstrate that freedom. It was a way to get the cobwebs out of me. His mother made the mistake of giving him a university staff parking sticker for easier campus access,

and she accidentally picked his future victims. When she told him to leave those co-eds alone, she told him, apparently, over and over that he was never going to attract the pretty co-eds at the school and to stay away from them. He would later say, my mother works at the university, but my mother wouldn't introduce me to any of the young ladies at the university Because I'm like my father and I don't deserve to know any of these young ladies Mother thinks I have a bad pain Mother wants me to keep my angry little wing away from the women ladies This relentless ridicule eventually led him to decide

That he was gonna kill these girls that she, you know, thought a lot of to get back at mom. You know, his new two-door car would be this weapon. Yeah, this poor college girls, they would replace his mom's cats, essentially. Student after getting his car, he starts picking up hitchhiking college girls. He said, first I picked up girls to talk to them just to try to get acquainted with people my own age and try to strike up a friendship. He would tell investigators that later. Again, I think it's bullshit. I think he was just figuring out what he wanted to do to them and how he would get away with it. And he did make illusions

that later. He found himself sexually attracted to the girls. He picked up hitchhiking, which was many as 150. You know, the overwhelming majority of, uh, he let go. And I'm sure they were horrified, you know, later when they learned that they had nearly met a violent end at the hand of this maniac. Yeah, he, you know, started having fantasies. He did him in after a while, you know, he wanted to romance them, didn't know how. And he started thinking about, well, I'll just rape him. And then he's like, yeah, but if I rape him, I'm going to be easy to identify. He said, I decided to mix the two. He started thinking about killing him. He goes, I decided to mix the two and have a situation of rape and murder and no witnesses and no prosecution. If I killed them, you know, then they couldn't reject me

as a man. It was more or less making a doll out of a human being and carrying out my fantasies with a doll, a living human doll. I'm sorry to sound so cold about this, but what I needed was to have a particular experience with the person to possess them in a way I wanted to. I had to evict them from their bodies. That's all. Just making some human fucked-alls. No big deal. Just evicting people from their bodies. Look, I did not want to kill those girls, but I did want to be righting them. And I did not want to be caught for righting them. So as one does, you make a doll out of them. You just evict the person and make a doll. Jesus. Ah, murder was such a sad part of his dog making process. I

hope, you know, man, he, but yeah, he realized like, you know, if I, if I, if I do this and don't kill them, it's not going to be hard to find the guy who looks like an NBA center with a teeny tiny wing. What Ed is going to do now is so fucked up. Many of you have been asking to bring back the super scary stuff, little segment, a little more often. I think this next murderous section of the timeline calls for it. It's actually is going to get a little worse than what we've already done.

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Camper purchase impacts his car with items he would need for his crimes. He's been fantasizing about. 72 within a few months of being released from the state psychiatric hospital camp can per purchase and packs his car with items he would need for his crimes he's been fantasizing about. Right, so all that stuff we talked about the motorcycle, the get into the Jeep, it all happens very fast. And then he remember he is a genius. He gets plastic bags knives blankets handcuffs starts driving around in search of the perfect victim.

He would say I saw a lot of people out there and I picked anybody up who wanted a ride. And he actually got the handcuffs from a police officer buddy of his. He had manipulated local police and to think he was great, dude, more on that in a few minutes. Camper soon became unable, after picking up these girls and giving them their rides,

to control his murderous urges. He called these murderous urges little zapples, by the way, and his second murder spree begins, little zapples by the way and his second murder spree begins. Little zapples. What would interesting term just to make murder sound like it's not that big of a deal, right? Not that big of a deal just to murder to capitate somebody and then sexually desecrate their horps. Sorry lady, you just got zappled. Haha. Little zapples gonna get mother one of these days. I like my little Zappos. Kemper talked about his growing urge to kill later. He said, I'm picking up young women.

I'm going a little farther each time. First, you know, he goes, it's a daring kind of thing. First, there wasn't a gun. I'm driving along. We go to a vulnerable place where there ain't people watching where I could act out and I say, no, I can't. And then a gun is in the car hidden and then this craving, this awful rage, eating, feeling inside this fantastic passion. It was overwhelming me. It was like drugs. It was like alcohol, a little isn't enough.

At first it is, but as you adjust, you need more and more and more. So he's building his urge. He's taking things a little farther, making the rides a little more uncomfortable every time planning this out. And then on May 7th, 1972, Kemper picked up two 18 year old Fresno State students who were hitchhiking to visit friends studying in Berkeley, California, Mary Ann Pesci and Nita Mary Luchessa. And newspaper stories from the Santa Cruz Sentinel 1972. Pesci was described as being five, one wearing a maroon sweatshirt and faded blue jeans. She had blue eyes and dark hair. And newspaper stories from the Santa Cruz Sentinel 1972, Pesci was described as being five, one, wearing the maroon sweatshirt and faded blue jeans. She had blue eyes and dark hair.

Luchessa was also five, one blonde with gold rim glasses. She's wearing a white shirt beneath denim bib overalls, both girls, 18 years old, easy targets for Kemper, who had learned to make people, including the police officers. He'd recently become, became chummy with, feel safe in his large size presence. He told one French interviewer later, they're not going to get in your car if they can see you from a half a block away drooling. Instead he would check his watch, make himself seem casual rather than too eager, then combine with a specific pair of glasses, camper war, to make himself seem more studious.

He would ease people's apprehension, including this Marianne. He said later, she was a hotty young lady, stuck up a valley girl. She was playing a little misdistant with me. Fuck this guy, fuck this guy. She had hitchhiked through Europe. She'd done it in the United States. She was good at it. She didn't want to get in the car though. Her room made Anita, however, much more open. And after asking camper where he was headed, jumped in the car though. Her room made Anita, however, much more open. And after asking Camper where he was headed, jumped into the front seat. Eventually, Marianne got into the back seat.

Although, according to Camper, she kept a close eye on him as a drove. He said Anita was more flirty, but it was Marianne that Camper initially found most attractive, which ultimately sealed her fate as his first victim. He said, Anita, at one point, gave me a sexy little look. I smiled back at her, but I saw it for what it was. It was an 18 year old girl just feeling her oats, but I was getting caught up with the girl in the backseat. She had pretty blue eyes and beautiful black hair. As they watched each other in the rear view mirror, Camper was

formulated his plan. He drove these young women to her mode area like he'd been doing recently, turned off his car and then brandish his gun. Uh, the slight women were no match for camper. They wouldn't have been able to escape because camper had jimmy the door. He's essentially prevented it from being open from the inside. According to police reports and tape confessions, camper began his co-ed murder spree by tying up a needle at gunpoint, forcing her into the trunk. He then turned his attention to Mary Ann Pesci in the back seat and tending to rape her. But even after he'd taken off off her clothes, he was unable to complete the act because he had no previous sexual experience. He was embarrassed about his little wing. He

was inept at his first attempts. His inability to perform sexually enrages him. So he stabs her to death with a knife he had purchased at a pawn shop. If I can echoes of Chicatilo here, same anger over a uncooperative penis, except this one a tiny one, you know, I feel like, I feel like Chicatilo would love to hear this story. What is big deal? So he heavily in shamecock. It's nothing to worry about. It's a little stabbing to care of that, a little bit of rossling.

Of course, it's tiny. Kim Potter American capitalist, uh, his tiny peen, uh, no compared to giant limp Russian shamecock of Cicadillo. Finally, I have better penis than other monster. Stop a Cicadillo. It's not that tiny. It just looks small because of my body. Please don't make me zap with you and put your head on a stick. Show it to mother. Sorry, new list. One creepy old suck murder me to another creepy one there real quick. So this is the first time campers has used a knife to kill someone.

He said I stabbed her and she didn't fall dead. They're supposed to fall dead. I've seen it in all the movies. It doesn't work that way. When you stab someone, they leak to death. He's so fucking disturbing. He says, it wasn't working worth a damn. I stabbed her all over.

When she turned around, I couldn't see stabbing someone in their breasts. I was that affected by her presence. She ended up getting her throat cuts, and I learned the term ear to ear because that's the way it went. He then backed up out of the car and said, shit, now I've got to go kill the other one. Just grandpa all over again, you know, please don't make me zapple you. Do not sass me today, mother. I had a very hard day. I had to zap or two ladies, but I only to zap a one. Ugh. Uh, Kemper then headed back to the trunk.

He finds a terrified Anita, who would just listen to her best friend of roommates screaming. Ugh. She's back there. Her hands are cuffed behind her back. He said, I just gone, listen to his, his verbiage. This guy is so narcissistic. He said, I just gone through a horrible experience with her roommates. And I was in shock because of it because of it all party you

Oh, man You just were victimized with his horrible experience having to stab someone to death or trying to rape You piece of shit He goes I was walking back to the car and thinking I can't let her go. Everyone's going to know She sees the blood of my hands and says what are you doing? And I said your friend got smart with me. She got really smart with me. And I hit her. I think I broke her nose. You'd better come help. I need to begin calling out of the trunk and Kemper went in with the for the kill again, using that pawn shop knife.

When I attacked her at first, she didn't know what was happening. He said, eventually, however, I need to fill back into the trunk, died of her injuries and Kemper slammed the trunk shut. After regaining his composure, he deposits Mary Ann in his trunk as well. His plan was to sneak the girls bodies into the bedroom of his Alameda apartment. He had temporarily moved out of his mom's house just for a little bit under the cover of darkness in order to dismember them on the way home to his place. He stopped by police due to a broken tail lights, gets away with the warning.

Oh my god, he came so close. He later said, had the officer asked to search his vehicle, he would have killed the officer alongside the remote stretch of road. I was playing a dangerous game. He said, uh, camper later told a reporter that he liked Anita. Excuse me. Uh, thought she was really pretty. She best represented the kind of girl he was attracted to, the kind of girl his mother told him he would never have. I was really quite struck by her personality and her looks and there was almost just a reverence there. In a way, she epitomized what drove me.

Okay, so I guess he liked the other girl more of which he was alive. Now he's really into Anita. Once Kemper arrives as a apartment alimita, he waited until dark and took both bodies to his bedroom where he decapitated them and placed their heads in plastic trash bags. He then cut the girls bodies into pieces in the bathtub. He said, you know, the heads were everything is at the brain, eyes and mouth. That's the person. I remember being told as a kid that you cut off the head and the body dies. The body is melting after the head is cut off. That's not quite true. With a girl, there's a lot left in the girl's body without a head. Of course, the personality is gone. Holding a severed head in my hand, I'd say, this is insane.

Yeah, you think? I love that it took until you got that far to think that. The whole fucking thing is insane. Canter might not be technically criminally insane, but he is bad shit crazy. Just semantics at that point when you're referring to somebody's insane or not. Like you cannot do what he has done and now be what I think of as just out of your fucking mind, crazy, as Ed cut the bodies into pieces.

He took photos as each piece was removed and constantly masturbated throughout the gruesome activity. Echoes of Jeffrey, Jeffrey Dahmer now, right? Just getting turned on by these macabre body pieces. The heads he saved as trophies and then he would later use them for sexual acts, which was apparently, you know, it's easier to do when you didn't have to worry about his lack of sexual experience with these, you know, in this situation or his ironically miniscule-sized penis. My God. Kids, if you're still listening to this episode, let's cover your ears up for a minute.

I know it's already been beyond dark and terrible, but it's going to get a little worse. When I heard he use the heads for sexual acts, I thought like what part of the head? Like what is he, where is he, what is he fucking essentially? Turns out not just the mouth. He also, he found it more satisfying to sexually penetrate their windpipe basically. He would just push his penis up towards their head into that he would fuck their necks. I wonder if he thought that was insane, you know, when he's doing that. Oh man, this

is real crazy. Oh, you zapples are some real perverse. Even I know that mother would be so mad if she caught me fucking a neck. Oh God! Hey, sorry! I've gone over it so many times and it's just so crazy! Camper slept with the girl's heads for a few nights as a monster does. Then he returned the body to his trunk. He dumped some parts into a grove of redwood trees alongside a remote highway. Others in a brushy area that was also fairly remote uh... marie ends uh... the trunk of her body minus you know i saw arms and legs was buried

uh... thordie said uh... camper kept both heads in his car for a while as he drive around he take one out of the bag and use it on himself to simulate oral sex my god and use it on himself to simulate oral sex. My God, my God, he would just occasionally get roadhead from a literal head. And due course of time, the heads began to decompose and so eventually through both of them into a ravine.

The kids were considered missing persons, and again, I'm not laughing. I know how fucking terrible this is. I'm not laughing at the victims. It's just, I don't know how else to react to this stuff. It's so beyond insane to me, all of these details. The heads when they were found were so badly decomposed, they had to be identified by dental records. Later after his arrest, Kemper showed investigators where he buried Mary Ann's torso. Unfortunately, Anita's body was never found. The girls were listened as missing persons for months.

Kemper visited the remains of Anita for months before turning himself in and later leading investigators to the grave where he had buried her. He would say, sometimes afterwards I visited there to be near her because I loved her and wanted her. That's what he would later say on the witness stand actually. I loved her and wow. Again, but not crazy, but not insane.

Not crumly insane. He just misses his head that he's literally been fucking and is in love with it. All right. Let's talk real quick about Camper's cop buddies, the ones that gave him the handcuffs he would use on some of his victims. Camper had always wanted to be a police officer or for at least for a long time, but his imposing size, you know, had made it an impossible dream. So instead, when he got out of that state mental institution, you know, went to go live

with mom initially, he befriended the cops in the neighborhood and ended up hanging out with him at a bar called the jury room, which was the local cop bar. I remember Ed being there on many occasions, especially when the homicides were going on, he would come in and have a few beers with the guys and talk to us at Jim Conner, a former city of Santa Cruz police officer who would later play a role in campers arrest. He had a great personality. He was very friendly, very outgoing, and he was a real likable guy. That's apparently why officers unwittingly gave campers a pair of handcuffs that he used to control some of his victims, along with the police training badge, although there is no evidence he used this badge to coerce or ease the minds of his

victims. When he was with them, he was able to think about, here I am, an ongoing murderer, and they don't know anything about it, and they fully accept me. I'm just one of the boys, the Dr. Joel Fort, that San Francisco based specialist, you know, and social health and health problems, including crime and violence. Fort described camper as a police groupie, which other psychologists have said is a common marker for sexual status as well as serial killers. Many serial sexual murders have a fascination with police as forensic psychologist, Louis

Sleshinger. Louis Sleshinger. That's part of the psychology. And they do that for a number of reasons. They can hang out with them for one, but they can also follow the investigations and see if they're being talked about at all. This is very stimulating for them. The conversations in the jury room were heavily focused on missing co-edits, which likely

added to Kemper's thrill. Son of a bitch, man, this creep is killing into filing these women, then going to hang out and have drinks with the cops who are trying to catch him. Okay, September's next victim was 15-year-old Dan student, Ike Goku, who he picked up while he was hitchhiking or while she was hitchhiking, excuse me, after missing her bus on the evening of September 14, 1972. I go was on her way to a dance class. She was excited to have landed a chance to appear at the St. Louis World Trade Fair performing

Korean ballet. So there's Townsend Young Kid because her family had no car, her mother and employees, University of California Library was unable to take her to this event. So a coup plan to ride the bus. But the petite dancer would never make it. The night before Koo was to leave, she and her mother put the finishing touches on her costume. Her mom was concerned about her trip.

She said later, I didn't want her to go. It wasn't that important for her to go to that class, but when my daughter wants things, she wants them very bad. I'm no psychic, but I was afraid for her. She was so beautiful last night. I finally told her she could go if she took the bus if she didn't hit her right. Who missed the bus?

However, then made a sign to alert other drivers, headed in the direction of St. Louis, where she was going that she needed a ride. Oh, man, my, my, my kids never hitchhike. Please never hitchhike. Especially Monroe, do not hitchhike. Oh, my God, that could be the subtitle for this suck. Do not ever fucking hitchhike.

Koo, despite being young, was used to hitchhike. Which I still see people do. The suckdown just actually right by a freeway entrance exit. I still see people every once in a while, especially in the summer, wanted to catch rides places. Hitchhiking was common again in the early seventies around Santa Cruz.

Campressy is there, gives it the last ride of her life, says she got in the car and he drove or, no, he didn't say this. Tom, Tom Honeak, Tom Honeak, a reporter for this Santa Cruz sent an old as time said, she got in the car and he drove across the beta San Francisco. But unfortunately for her, he kept going. The little girl was terrified, obviously. Once Koo was in his car, camper told authorities he drove her to an isolated location in the mountains above Santa Cruz, where he said, I pulled the gun out to show her I had it. She

was freaking out. Then I put the gun away and that had more effect on her than pulling it out. At one point, he locked himself out of his car, but he's talked a hysterical Koo into letting him back in. He then taped her mouth shut, pinched her nostrils together point he locked himself out of his car, but he's talked to a hysterical coup and to letting him back in. He then taped her mouth shut, pinched her nostrils together until she blacked out, and then he raped her while she was unconscious. Then before she regained consciousness strangled her to make sure she was dead. Camper to coup's body back to his apartment where he dismembered her and cut off her head.

Of course he did. This guy loves cutting off fucking heads. He said, I remember it was very exciting. There was a sexual thrill. It was kind of an exalted triumphant type thing. Like taking the head of a deer or an elk or something would be to a hunter. I was the hunter and they were the victims.

This is how he rationalized it. You know, Ike wasn't a human being, wasn't a 15 year old girl, you know, with the whole life ahead of her. She was a fucked all in a deer, and he was a hunter. Kemper disposed of her body, but kept her head, which he stashed in the trunk of his car. It was there the next day when he attended a psychiatric parole hearing. So he did have to go to this. He didn't miss a beat telling the mental health professionals exactly what they wanted to hear, keeping his depravity well hidden secret. He saw two doctors

that day. The first he saw, you know, saw no indication that Kemper was a danger while the second called the depraved serial killer, both normal and safe. Both doctors recommended his juvenile records be totally sealed. He has made an excellent response to the years of treatment. I see no psychiatric reason to consider him to be of danger to himself or any other member of society, one of them wrote. The other suggested that Camper's motorcycle had been more of a threat to him than he was to anyone else. Meanwhile, kids head in the trunk. Camper was given a clean bill of health, went back to his car, coup severed heads there. He then goes to the jury room, have a few celebratory drinks with his cop buddies.

Before though, in the parking lot of the jury room, the son of a bitch, he opens his trunk to take a look at her fucking head. He says, I suppose as I was standing there looking, I was doing one of those twampin things, admiring my work and admiring her beauty. And I might say admiring my catch like a fisherman, I just wanted the exaltation over the party. In other words, winning over death. They were dead and I was alive. That was the victory in this case. He later buried Koo's head in his mother's garden joking about how his mother always wanted people to look up to her. The rest of her body minus a scarf he saved as a trophy buried

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Camper has been out of that state hospital for less than a year. He's been killing again for a few months. He's able to continue to kill now. Partly, thanks to another serial killer, he will eventually meet when they're both incarcerated. During the time of Camper's murders, there was another serial killer working the same territory, right? Same territory, same time, which really fucked with police when they're trying to establish a modus operandi for these, you know, who they think is one person initially. They thought, for a while, the killings were attributed to the same killer, not to two different men who didn't know each other because this other killer did kill some hitchhikers.

The other killer was 25 year old Herbert Mullin. Today Mullin resides at Mule Creek State Prison in Ioni, California. Back in late 1972, Herbert was beginning a killing spree that would take the lives of 13 victims. He'd be caught in february the following year he confessed that he killed them to prevent earthquakes as crazy as camper is we probably want to do a suck on her but more than down the road because he is even

crazier uh... in his way uh... he he'd be caught um... killing he confessed again he he killed people to prevent earthquakes uh... like him for he'd previously been committed to a mental hospital. Mullin believed that the Vietnam War had produced enough American death to forestall earthquakes

because of some sort of blood sacrifice to nature, he believed in, but that with the war winding down by late 1972, he had to start killing more people in order to have enough deaths to keep the earthquakes away. Unlike camper, he did not target one specific type on October 13th, 1972. For example, Mullen beat Lawrence Whitey White, a homeless man to death with a baseball bat. White 55 years old had been hitchhiking on a highway nine. Mullen struck him down after a tricking him into looking at the car engine.

He later tracked down and killed an old high school buddy who had sold him marijuana once. He blamed some problems on his life for the time on some drug use, felt this guy was responsible. This is a guy who was voted most likely to succeed by his high school class. At one time, he's a popular and television student. Some think that experimentation with LSD made him paranoid and delusional enough to kill his victims, which also included a priest and two young kids. People also think that this LSD helps maybe bring out or at least intensify paranoid schizophrenia.

And like I said, please, the time believed that the same person was responsible for all the murders, tough to establish a pattern, given the difference between the violent co-ed killings and the seemingly random murders that would eventually be attributed to Mullin. And then years later, in a strange twist, Camper and Mullin would be arrested around the same time and would end up in a joining cells. According to Camper Mullin, had a habit of singing and bothering people

when someone tried to watch TV. So I threw water on him to shut him up. Then when he was a good boy, I'd, oh, these are his words. When he was a good boy, I'd give him some peanuts. Herby liked peanuts. It was affected because pretty soon he asked permission to sing. That's called behavior modification to be with his fucking, yeah. How scary is Camper? He's intelligent enough to manipulate, just casually manipulate other serial killers into behaving how he wants him to behave.

Well, he's like a animal actor. Some of the, at the University of Santa Cruz, a warning is posted around this time to try and stop more COVID killings. It says, when possible, girls, especially stay in dorms after midnight with doors locked, if you must be out at night, walk in pairs, which is not good because he would kill in pairs. If you see a campus police patrol car

and wave, they will give you a ride. Use the bus, even if somewhat inconvenient. Your safety is the first importance. If you are leaving campus, advise someone where you are going, where you can be reached, and the approximate time of your return, don't hitch a ride, please. Not enough people listen. Despite a local press 19 year old Cynthia and Shaw made the terrible mistake of accepting a ride with Campron, January 8, 1972, the same day he purchased 22 caliber Ruger handgun. I went bananas after I got that 22. Camp would later say in an interview with Front Page detective.

Cynthia was babysitting to earn money from college. One of her regular babysitting gigs was four Santa Cruz police officer Jim Conner who regularly had drinks with Kemper in the jury room. What a weird connection. Conner would say of Cynthia, she was young, needed money like everyone else and she was a pleasant girl, knowing she was a student at the university we felt safe and knew we could trust her with our children. Cynthia was on her way from her home in Santa Cruz to class at Cabrillo College in Apthos when she accepted campers right. He drove her from Santa Cruz to nearby Watsonville where he shot her with his 22 caliber weapon,

drove the body back to his mother's duplex where she was once again living. The next day while his mother was away at work, he has sex with her dead body. This member's Cynthia, Paxer remains in plastic bags, boxes, and boxes, he stashed in his closet. Her head, he buried outside his bedroom window as a way to keep her close. January 10th, a highway patrolman driving on highway one spots two severed human arms along the side of the road. A few days later, a human torso is found floating in a lagoon near Santa Cruz. Two days after that, the gas leak, a surfer, catching some waves, South of Santa Cruz finds a left hand. Later, soon after that, a woman's pelvis washes up on shore. Each of the parts

belong to Cynthia and Shaw, according to fingerprints and chest x-rays. Only her head and right hand remained misting after detectives had pieced together the body parts They'd found like a macabre horror puzzle. How'd you like that to be your job? I have to arrange her body parts back together. My god. Police determined she'd been sought into pieces with power tools February 5th 1973 Kemper and his mother get into a fight and the serial killer heads out and raged from the incident and looking for a kill He says later. He tells investigators my mother and I had a real tiff. I was pissed.

I told her I was going to a movie and I jumped up and went straight to the campus because it was still early. This guy's language kills me. He's talking about doing the most heinous things, but he rarely, rarely curses. He uses these odd word choices, you know? Mother and I had a real humpdinger of a tiff that night. Man did she get me peeved. She got me all riled up and ready to zaple.

Mother makes me want to zaple when she uses her potty mouth to slander and verbally instigate a tussle with her silly Tom Fulery. Mother's Tom Fulery makes me want to fuck some necks. God, Ed stated that he left his home knowing that the next good looking girl he would see would die. I might not have been much to look at myself, he would say, but I was always, but I always went for pretty girls. And I was so pissed I would have killed anyone who got in the car. Unfortunately, two students who had stayed late to study,

missed in the last busses to leave campus, were the ones to accept his offer for a ride. 22-year-old Rosalind Thorpe was smart, usually took the bus from her apartment in downtown Santa Cruz to the university and back, but on this day, she spent too much time studying, she was a good student, spent too much time studying the library. When it closed at nine, she headed to the bus stop, arms full of books.

Hoping the last bus hadn't already passed her stop. Another person who could have went on to do great things. It was a rainy night. When Camper spotted her standing at the bus stop, illuminated by his street light, it was easy for him, especially driving his 1969 Ford with the University staff parking sticker to entice him lucky girl into his car. Camper rolled down the passenger window, leaned out, telling Rosalind, the bus is gone. 69 Ford with the University staff parking sticker to entice the unlucky girl into his car. Camper roll down the passenger window leaned out telling Rosalind the bus is gone.

I know. I've missed it before too. Can I give you a lift? It's pretty late. The two drove a few blocks before Camper noticed Alice Lou, 21, who had also spent too long at the campus library, also studying too hard. She was wondering how she was going to get home from school. When campus cars slowed down, Lew noticed the university staff stickers well, also noticed Rosalind in the front seat, so she climbed into the back seat

with no worries whatsoever. I went on down a ways and slowed down, a campulator recalled in interviews. I remarked on the beautiful view. All the while still driving down the road as if he was taking the girls to their desired destination. He's holding his gun, you know, from near his foot to his lap. He then picked it up quickly pulled the trigger, killing Rosalynn, who slumped against the passenger door window dead in the back seat. Alice, unsurprisingly, he's freaking the fuck out. Frantic panicking, struggling to try to escape. He starts firing at her. He says, I had to fire through her hands. She was moving around and I missed twice. He

finally hits her in the temple. She wasn't yet dead. He shoots her again. According to some accounts, she may have still been alive and moaning loudly as he approached the entrance to the university. Even if she was still alive, he didn't stop Kemper from driving the girls

through a security checkpoint. Guard Tussaud Kemper's university parking sticker believed his story that the girls were drunk and he was just taking them back to their dorms. It was getting easier to do, Kemper said, and I was getting better at it. So instead of taking them back to their dorms. It was getting easier to do, camper said, and I was getting better at it. So he, uh, instead of taking them back to their dorms, he takes them back to, uh, mother's house where he takes Alex Alice's body inside to have sex with it and Rosalind's in order to remove the bullet from her head to reduce his risk of detection, then he just members and beheads both girls. Uh, despite taking

precautions to not get caught like taking the bullet out of the one head around this time, he also starts getting more reckless and cocked with his behavior. He loved the adrenaline rush of flirting with getting caught but not getting caught. When he dismembered the girl's body than his mother's house, he didn't even close the curtains. He intentionally left him open. He said that one of his neighbors was right there in their window.

All they had to do was turn their head in order to see what he was doing but they never did. The next morning, camper tosses body parts of both girls in the ocean, the surrounding hills of Alameda County, tosses the heads separately from the rest of the bodies. Almost two weeks later, after a storm had struck Alameda County's Eden Canyon, a road crew checking for damage from the heavy wind and rain saw what at the time they thought were mannequins. Instead, they found two decaying mutilated corpses, both missing their heads.

X-rays and descriptions of the girls. Their families would later, later, to tame their bodies were those of Alice Lou and Rosalind Thorpecather poor families have to identify their dead, dead daughters, especially in that way. Less than two months later, Kemper would kill his final two victims, kill them in the same day. On Good Friday, 1973, April 20th, Kemper worked half a day and before coming home contemplated his mother's death, which she'd been planning for a week. He came home late, stopped in her bedroom to let her know he was home, hoping that she would say something nice to him to stop what he felt was her inevitable murder instead of greeting him kindly, the woman who was talking to bed with the book

said, oh my god Now I'm suppose you're going to want to stay up and talk all night. That's all he said that she said oh my god I suppose you're gonna want to talk all night He said I was hoping that she would say something that would stop this but instead the last words we shared were a fight fight Really dude is late. She's not young. She probably has worked long week Fight, but really? Dude, it's late, she's not young, she probably has worked long week. So your mom doesn't want to listen to your big, creepy, crazy ass, rambulant about your little fucking ween problems, that's not a fight.

That someone just not being in the mood to deal with someone who's been a constant cat killing, grand parents killing, hoping to rape their sisters, pain in their ass. I really expected a harsh interaction to set off their murder, something more dramatic like, oh my god. Now I suppose you're gonna want to stay up and and and talk all night you stupid fucking piece of shit I hate you so much. I wish you were dead. Nope. Just says doesn't want to talk Mother's always so quick to start a fight Massie gets my saplings in a real-hump ding or tizzy She's always saying hateful stuff like Eddie. I'm tired. I don't want to play battleship anymore.

Oh Eddie, it's 3am. I have work. Eddie, I don't want to watch another episode of I Dream of Genie. Mother makes me so angry I want to cut her head off and put my feet in her neck. So Hurt, he's Hurt, Kemper per leaves a room goes to his own bed. Lays awake for several hours and early the next morning, stewing over this final insult. Uh, you know, uh, he decides this time he, he's had enough and at about 5 a.m. before the sun is up, he gets a, he gets a claw hammer,

bachelors are fucking head in. And he goes, I, well, I walked in there with the hammer, caved in the side of her head, cut her throat. He then be headed her, then he fucks his own mother's head, puts it ceremoniously on the mantle and uses it for a while for a dartboard. Jesus. He bashes his mom's head.

He cuts his mother's head off. He fucks his mom's head and then use it as a dart port. I've never been angry enough at anyone to even comprehend something to that level. Like that level of rage is beyond my ability to comprehend. And that can be a pretty angry guy. And this guy can still be paroled. He is still eligible for approval. Can we please pass a new, very specific law

where if you ever cut anyone's head off and then fuck it and then use it as a dart board at the very least, you never get to get out. You never get to get out. He yells and screams at her head while he's throwing darts at it. Says the through darts that are face. He's still not done. Then he cuts out her larynx. He cuts out her tongue. And he tries to put him in the garbage disposal. The machine, the garbage disposal kicks back your remnants of tissue and blood back into his face. He would say later that seemed appropriate. As much as she'd bitched and screamed, it yelled at me over so many years. Fuck! He can admit and talk about this calmly, like what he did with the equivalent of his

alarmless little spat, you know. Just father, mother and I, we got in a lot of little fights over the years. Usually I could just brush things off, but one time I had to cut her head off, have sex with it, play some darts, and wouldn't you know it when I put her tongue in the garbage disposal. It kind of screamed back at me. That's so mother, that's so mother to shoot your, your tongue felt at my face. Even after I fucked your head. To spiral this violence, Kemper felt like he still couldn't get his mom's voice out of his head.

He said, even when she was dead, she was still bitching at me. I couldn't, I couldn't get a shut up. He said, take his mind off his mother. He heads to the bar where he tosses back a few drinks with his cop buddies. Ah, still doesn't help. His sadistic urge has still not been satisfied. So then that evening, he killed his mom early that morning, this evening, he does something else to hurt his mother.

He kills someone else, his mother cared about. He calls his mother's best friend, 59 year old Sally Hallett, and fights over for dinner less than 24 hours after killing his mom. She comes over that night, April 21st, and this is how he kills his mother's best friend. He says, I came up behind her and croaked my arm around her neck around her neck like this. He tells the reporter later demonstrating, you know, he bends his arm up to his chin like a chokehold kind of position.

He says, I squeezed and just lifted her off the floor. Remember, he's six nine, very strong. She just hung there. And for a moment, I didn't realize she was dead. I had broken her neck and her head was just wobbling around with the bones of her neck disconnected in the skin sack of her neck. That's a quote from him. Camper then spends the rest of that night fucking the dead body of his mother's best friend. Then drives away from the bloody scene and is in Halitz Carr. He leaves behind a note for police near his mother's body says approximately 515 AM Saturday.

No need for her to suffer anymore at the hands of this murderous butcher. It was quick asleep the way I wanted it, not sloppy and incomplete, gents. Gents, he says, just a lack of time. I got things to do five exclamation points. He's just writing his drinking buddies, little note, hey, hey, guys, hey, fellas, here's the deal. Sorry about the mess, but I got a jet. You know how it is. After you, you know, kill the killed people and fuck some heads. You got to get out of town. So now campers on the run briefly. Campers began downing caffeine pills

before ditching Halle's car in Nevada where he rents a Chevy Impala. He drives for hours before landing in Prevolo, Colorado. Once there on April 23rd, he pulls over, calls the Santa Cruz police from a telephone booth and confesses to murdering his mother. I guess he just didn't feel like living on the run Maybe didn't want upset his buddies maybe just missed the structure of incarceration Santa Cruz police are surprised when they received a phone call from a Pueblo phone booth and

You know confessing all this at first. The police think he's joking. How could there to key eleven buddy who always said he would have been a cop if he hadn't been, you know, so big and done something so despicable? Uh, yeah, they don't believe him. The call gets accidentally disconnected and the police just, you know, they just write it off as a prank. Ha ha, and get. Come on, man. That's what, why did you say that, you joke, sir?

Ah, see you next week at the at the jury room, but then camper calls back another officer, Jim Connor, the one whose babies that are died at the hands of the co-ed killer. He takes the call and he says later knowing that I got on the phone, we started talking I could tell something wasn't right. He hadn't had any sleep, he had done something really bad. He said that he killed his mother and a friend of hers, said they were at the house, said I killed my mother and her friend,

and I killed those college girls. I killed six of them, and I can show you where I hid the pieces of their bodies. Connor kept Kemper on the phone and sent officers to Kemper's mother's house. Shortly after they arrived, they find Kemper's mother in the middle age, best friend hidden a closet in the closet. We pulled back to sheet and saw some hair and some blood. Another officer would say the claw hammer was there. I guess there was a three foot saber with a curved bloody blade.

He used in some fashion during the attacks. Santa Cruz, police contacted their Pueblo counterparts who dispatched two officers to the phone booth where Kemper was waiting, still telling his story to the Santa Cruz cops. The first officer to reach Kemper had been warned about Kemper's size and the fact that he was armed approaching with caution. Again, he's six nine at this time. Apparently he was 280. Uh, camper was big enough to beat him mountain lion with a switch, Pueblo chief of police

Robert Mayber would later say, but he put up no resistance during the arrest came out of the phone booth with his arms in front of him preparing to be handcuffed. He was asked to put his hands up. He's so fucking big. He puts his hands up on top of the photo booth, or the phone booths, excuse me, police asked where his weapons were. He tells him in the trunk of the Apollo and then just starts talking about the gory specifics of his crimes.

He talked and talked and talked and talked, said an officer who had been sent to Pueblo to escort Kemper back to Santa Cruz. He said a lot of things that were kind of disturbing. Yeah. Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, I bet he did. Apparently, he talked about how satisfying fucking someone's head was. How's the serving? They traveled from Colorado back to California.

Campers sits in the backseat shackled at handcuffed at night. He'd be housed in local jails along the route during the day. They would stop for lunch at local driving restaurants at one lunch spot. Two young women walked by the car, causing camper to vomit. A reaction, he would say he had often in response to attractive women, at least attractive women who are not under his control. Such a strange relationship psychologically to win. Once they were back in Santa Cruz, police impounded Kemper's battered yellow Ford where they find human hair, some blonde, some prunette, some ammunition, a bullet Kemper failed to extract

from an interior panel, blood in the back seat, search of the trunk yields more hair along with, you know, tools of his, including the shovel, raincoat, water bottle. And no reason to be dehydrated when you're out fucking murdering people in an amulet coated dish pan. Meanwhile, Kemper took police on a grizzly tour showing them numerous places where he'd thrown hidden or buried body parts of his victims. Kemper in the police first stopped in Alamedita County where Kemper had lived for a time

in his own apartment, took them to several sites where he deposited the, the, the capitated heads and other parts of some of his victims. All the bodies were within 20 miles of Kemper's mother's apartment. That's not a coincidence. All this death, man, all of it seems to always, you know, get traced back to the rage he felt, it feels towards mother. And, and that is, and we'll continue with the timeline, but that is enough of today's super scary stuff.

Slips your ass, boy. Slips your ass, boy. Slips your ass, boy. Slips your ass, boy. Slips your ass, boy. So now let's jump up a little bit to May 7th, 1973. When Kemper is indicted on eight counts, the first degree murder, he's assigned the chief public defender of Santa Cruz County, attorney Jim Jackson.

Due to Kemper's explicit and detailed confession, his council's only option is to plead not guilty by reason of insanity to the charges. Kemper twice tried to commit suicide and custody, survives both attempts. His trial goes ahead on October 23rd, 1973. During his trial, he claims that he ate parts of his victims, but later would recant that and admitted he only said it to try to get that insanity verdict. On November 1st, Camper took the stand. He testified that he killed the women because he wanted them for myself, like possessions.

An attempt to convince the jury that he was insane based on the reasoning that his actions could only have been committed by somebody with an aberrant mind, and which I kind of agree with, but in the legal technical sense, you know, he knew what he was doing when he planted and he knew that he was trying to get away with it, so he wasn't that kind of insane. He said two beans inhabited his body, and that when the killer personality took over, it was kind of like blacking out. Of course, he's referring to his apples that make him do things. November 8, 1973, the six man, six woman jury, convenes for five hours before declaring

camper sane and guilty on all counts. He asks for the death penalty requesting death by torture. I mean, he knows he's not going to get that. However, with the moratorium placed on capital punishment by the Supreme Court at the time, we've talked about this and referenced other Californian serial killers. He instead received seven years to life for each count, can't be given the death penalty. These terms are to be served concurrently and he sentenced to the California medical facility. And then this, this part blows my fucking mind. In 1979, Kemper is up for parole for the first time He's up for parole six years later. I mean, he didn't get it

He didn't get it. How in what world is that an option? After someone has done those things and that takes us out of today's time suck timeline Good job soldier. You've made it back and that takes us out of today's time suck timeline Good job, soldier. You've made it back. Barely. I mean, I can't believe I hadn't heard about this dude before. This story is so crazy. If you found yourself like me, darkly fascinated with Kemper, you're far from alone.

The FBI was so fast into by camper, he became a major part of the early studies done by the FBI's behavioral science unit, what would become that unit, you know, the agents that would form that unit, this unit that figured out how to profile serial killers. In the 1970s, the FBI came up with the idea that by visiting prisons and talking

to horrific serial killers, they could learn more about their motives. Kemper was one of the serial killers they talked to. One of the ones they ended up talking to the most. He was such a charming son of a bitch. Some of the agents admitted to liking him at a very high IQ, as we said, he was very articulate, the ideal person you would want to interview. He was able to provide a lot of insights as to why these offenders commit these crimes.

FBI agents were able to identify some common characteristics and backgrounds among serial killers. We normally would not have known about, for instance, that they tortured animals as kids. So why would Kemper, though, want to help the FBI? Well, because serial killers in general tend to enjoy reliving their dark experiences, help some past the time in jail for one thing. It's definitely not about helping the police. They're not doing this out of any kind of good will. They always act like they are, fuck, bullshit.

They're doing it to feel important and special. They're narcissists. They love having the focus on them. In a lot of cases, like campuses, people score high on the on on psychopathy kind of scales, which is distinguished by feelings of narcissism. Low impulse control and grandiosity. You know, they just feel important and powerful,

talking to the police. I wanted before we go to look into what some other people think about Ed Kemper. And I did find some interesting insights on today's idiots of the internet. Idiots, I'll be of these interviews done with Ed Kemper, where he gives a lot of the kind of answers, a lot of the type of questions that the FBI profilers would learn from him.

It's called Interview 9th and 84, first of two, published on June 17th, 2011, over 1.5 million views. User Joseph Matthews offers some interesting insight about Kemper's mother. Now I'm not sure where he gets his info, but I like the thought. This is what really made me kind of start to lean back more towards the nature side of him being just evil.

He posts, his sister said his mother was a saint who was never abusive. Co-worker said she was a pillar of the community and had a vibrant social life in a network of friends only Ed ever said she was abusive. Almost as though he might be a psychopath that perceives even the tiniest criticism as a great injustice. Anyone consider that. She never sexually or physically abused him. Stop following for his lies and use your brains. She only started locking him in his bedroom in the basement after he molested his sisters.

That's a pretty reasonable response in context wouldn't you think. And I don't know if he did that, but he's referring to something I couldn't find. When you study violent offenders, you have to also take into consideration the family's opinions because psychopaths cannot accept responsibility. I do love that exactly, Joseph.

You can't trust what he says. He by nature is a master manipulator. He's a fucking psychopath with a genius IQ. He's really good at manipulating. He manipulated those psychiatrists to save facility and to let him out, to manipulate a girl, left a girl, and to get into the car with them. You know, I imagine he manipulated, you know, probably those FBI profilers as well,

and he's manipulating, you know, people to this day through his, through his, you know, videos that are out on YouTube. And I'll get to that in a second with some other edit at the internet comments about how people like seem to really like this guy. Still, user hostile, narwhalal did what I expected to happen, but it still was still made me laugh.

He puts the inappropriate joke ball right on the tee posting, I want to get into his head. And then user, Spanada Dentro takes a swing saying, that's what he said about his victims. Hashtag too soon. The Joker swings to saying like he wanted to get into his mother's head. And your Durham punches up to Joker's attempt a little bit, posting hopefully not as deep as he got into his mother's head. And then Chuck Bradford closes it out with he wants in your head too. Uh huh.

Cynthia Snowden harmlessly posts. This just shows how this grows. Some people are. All she posts is, I co-cue my friend was the one who led him back into the car. And then Bella Sweetie Pie replies with, or you, oh, replies with, you sure seem to want the whole world to know

she was your friend. Are you not getting enough attention in your life? Oh, Bella, you don't seem sweet at all. You don't seem like a sweetie pie. You seem like a shithead pie. You should want the whole world to know that you're an outspoken, fucking asshole who needs to see a tax somebody who may have actually lost their friend to a serial killer.

Are you not getting enough attention in your life? Bella, sweetie pie. And then a lot of the comments on the YouTube video are just very positive towards Ed Kemper. He's so good at getting people to like him. They talk about how intelligent, interesting, charming, and likable he seems, talk about he seems like a good lot of comments take this angle of he seems like a good guy.

They just got screwed over by his mom. I don't like it. And neither does user, cabir or a guy who posts. The people sympathizing with him are some of the most naive dumbasses in today's generation. It's sad. Oh, he's so interesting and intelligent. I kind of understand where he's coming from.

It's his mom's fault. I wish I could move away to another galaxy. And then one of the people he clearly is mocking, I did, I did ask how to dream be, replies with kill yourself, and you won't have to be around anymore to hear these people. Okay, okay, well, we're gonna go there and throw that on the table.

You could also kill yourself, dream be, and then you wouldn't have to be around people like him who think rationally, people who don't like your, your fucking shitty view of the world. I mean, again, if you're just gonna throw a stooge out of the table, another option to consider. you could also do that. He was a piece of shit, dream B. Ed Kemper was not a victim. I hope he dies soon. He has lived far too long already.

All right, before a few final thoughts on Kem camper, I want to share some of his most memorable quotes. I mean, again, do does a monster, but he's an interesting monster. He has some very memorable quotes. Oh, this one, he says, one side of me says, and he's referring to like, what he thinks when he sees a girl. One side of me says, I'd like to talk to her, date her. The other side of me says, I wonder what her head would look like on a stick.

He says also, I remember there was actually a sexual thrill. You hear that little pop and pull their heads off and hold their heads up by the hair, whipping their heads off their body sitting there. That had get me off. That is so fucking terrifying. He also says, if I killed them, you know, they couldn't reject me as a man. It was more of less making a doll out of a human being and carrying out my fantasies with a doll, a living human doll. I think we heard a part of that before, but yeah, with, you know,

with Ed camper story, I kept thinking about his brief stay and his psychiatric hospital when he was young. I mean, yes, he was admitted when he was just a kid, but he wasn't like a six-year-old kid. He was a few months away from turning 16. He killed both grandparents, two people who didn't have to take him into their home, two people who didn't physically abuse him, two people who may have not even ever leave verbally abused him. He kills one to see what it feels like. He kills the other to not get caught.

Should someone like that ever, ever be let out again? I would love to see some stats on the amount of times someone like that has been released from prison or released from psychiatric care and know what the recidivism rate is. Like has anyone ever done something that heinous then been released and then just been fine. Then just lived a long life, you know, outside of incarceration, never doing anything horrible again,

has that like ever happened? Has that ever happened to somebody young and still formidable? Like one thing to release a murder when they're 85 and they can't get around too well to kill, different when they're 21. Ever happened. Has that ever happened to somebody young and still formidable? Like one thing to release a murder when they're 85 and they can't get around too well to kill, different when they're 21. If it happens all the time, then I guess I may have to think my thoughts on rehabilitation. Currently, I think there are limits on what you can come back from. Certain crimes, thefts, you know, like bar room, brawl, type of assault, arson.

I'm sure plenty of other crimes are not thinking of right now. I'm sure you can mend the air of your ways, you know, and come back. I know you can, but when you murder your grandparents, that's crossing such a different line and cold blood no less. I don't think you come back from that. And this is, I'm not even talking about should you be able to, to like, should you have the option to come back from that? I'm just like, is it actually possible?

Um, you know, could you kill a stranger, cut their head off, literally fuck their head. And then 10 years later, just be, you know, uh, working at Jamba Juice, enjoying your life, not being a threat to anybody. I just don't see that as a possibility. I actually ended up googling can a serial killer be rehabilitated? And the first link that popped up with a psychology-to-day article posted on August 11, 2014 that says psychopathic criminals cannot be cured. Scott A. Bond, PhD professor of criminology rights, contrary to popular belief, psychopaths

are not considered to be mentally ill. The fifth edition of the Diagnostics and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, DSM-5, released by the APA, the American Psychiatric Association, list psychopathy under the heading of antisocial personality disorders, key traits of the psychopaths include a disregard for laws and social morse, a disregard for the rights of others, a failure to feel remorse or guilt, a tendency to display violent behavior. Psychopathic is a personality disorder that is exhibited by people who employ a combination of charm, manipulation, intimidation,

sometimes violence to control others in order to satisfy their own selfish desires, man describes, Ed Kemper to AT, it is estimated that approximately one percent of the adult male population, the US or psychopath, which is fucking scary, men are more likely to be women to be psychopaths. And then it says, can psychopaths be cured?

According to mental health experts, the short answer to the question is no. Dr. Nigel Blackwood, a leading forensic psychiatrist at King's College in London has stated, the adult psychopaths can be treated or managed, but not cured. So basically like when they're incarcerated, you can use like incentives like, hey, if they're incarcerated, you can use incentives like,

hey, if you're good, you get a fucking TV to watch everyone's tomorrow to get them to modify their behavior. But if you put them back out into the wild, when they're not supervisors, they're gonna go fucking bananas again. Blackwood explains that psychopaths do not fear the pain of punishment. They are not bothered by social stigmatization.

Psychopaths are indifferent to the expectations of society, reject its condemnation of their criminal behavior. According to Blackwood and others, callous and unemotional psychopaths simply do not respond to punishment the way the rest of us do. Consequently adult psychopaths in prison are much harder to reform or rehabilitate than other criminals with milder or no anti social personality disorders. And then other things I found said that they cannot be rehabilitated. So there you go.

They cannot be cured. Not in any way that we currently know how to know of. So can we please stop giving monsters like this piece of shit, the option of parole ever? I mean, I'd like to have them killed, but short of that, can we at least make sure they can never ever get out? Man, I wish, nothing he would care, but I wish I could say that to Kemper. Nothing he would care though. I strongly disagree with your statement.

You're sounding a lot like mother. Man, you're getting my zapples riled in a tizzy. I wish I could cut your head off and make sex with it to teach you to be more tolerant. Time now for top five takeaways. Time, suck, top five takeaways. Number one, pseudo killer ed camper killed 10 people between 1964 and 1973. Killed his grandparents in 1964. Uh, killed six hitchhikers, mostly co-eds, and then his mother and mother's best friend in 1972

and early 1973. Number two, Kemper, a huge man, adds a level of terror to him, another level of terror. Six nine and before he was caught around what, 280 pounds and strong, incredibly physically intimidating killer. Number three, smart guy, his IQ despite never going beyond community college and very little of that was tested as high at 145, the genius level. Early, number four, number four is early FBI profiler, spent a tremendous amount of time with Ed Kemper, studying the association between serial killers and childhood sadism, that

association of cruelty to animal with serial killers largely comes from early talks with Ed Kemper. And number five, new info, the second episode of the hit Netflix series Mind Hunter, largely about Ed Kemper. And from what I hear, it's a very accurate portrayal that features a scene where FBI agents try not to vomit when Ed talks about how pleasurable it is to fuck someone's head. So if you haven't gotten your fill of head fucking, uh, you know, I don't know, go, uh, go check it out. Time suck. Top five takeaway.

Camper has been sucked. Man, maybe just maybe if we would have gotten, you know, if you would actually gotten his little Wayne sucked, a little more often as a young man, maybe wouldn't have fallen into head sticks. Nah, I down it. I down it. I think once you put a cat head on a stick and prey it around, I think your fate is sealed in some form. Thank you to the time, suck team. Thanks to the Queen of the Suck Lindsey Cummins.

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link to the Discord chat room messaging app right in the time suck app, link to the private Facebook group and to the Discord channel in today's episode description as well. Next up on the suck docket is the legend of Mothman. November 12th, 1966 in West Virginia, five grave diggers working in the cemetery. Notice something that they described as a brown human being flew over their heads. It's kind of crazy.

There was five of them, notice this. Gliding from tree to tree. This is the first reported side into what would come to be known as the moth man. An elusive creature that although now widely celebrated by the town at once terrorized remains as mysterious as it was on the night that first frightened few witnesses laid eyes upon it. Three days after that initial report and nearby point pleasant west Virginia two couples noticed a white wing creature about six or seven feet tall standing in front of the car they were all seated in. Some believe the moth man is a harbinger of doom and seeing him spells disaster imminent disaster.

I think maybe the moth man is a harbinger of kick ass idiots of the internet comments because that we're gonna have a fucking goldmine on the episode I predict that now. Okay, so now let's see what the cult of this next Monday now. Let's see what the cult of the curious has to say right now in today's time-soccer updates Another DB Cooper update from Eric are evil had to prep and record this one before Cleopatra even came out. So obviously, no Cleopatra updates yet. I'm sure a lot of pronunciation updates are coming with that one. That episode was a real mouth battle ahead. I've been listening to your podcast. Oh, sorry, Eric says I've been listening to your podcast pretty much non-stop since

you're to come a comedy club date last fall. You may, you might remember me. I was the one who asked a lot of questions about your Idaho tattoo. Oh yeah. And how I wanted one of Washington the same place. Yeah, I do remember that. Frankly, I've been a fan of yours stand up for years, but for some reason I didn't even realize you had a podcast.

Now I'm hooked. And I gotta advertise it more. Which I will be doing this year. During each episode, I think of something you write to write you about, but it's gone by the time the episode ends. This time, however, I remember. I just listened to your DB Cooper episode and wanted to let you about, but it's gone by the time the episode ends. This time, however, I remember. I just listened to your DB Cooper episode and wanted to let you know that Cooper asked for four pair of shoots, not two.

I used to work for the Washington State Historical Society and we had an exhibit about Cooper in 2013. In fact, one of the actual shoots is in our permanent collection. You can see it at, and then list the link, which will be in the notes, the show notes, on the app and website for the episode that you can link to, your list in. The four shoots were provided by local business as you said, and were kept in an FBI evidence lockup all these years.

When they recently closed the case officially, the gentleman who owned the shoot business back in 1971 contacted them and actually asked to have his parachutes back. And they complied giving him the three remaining shoots. He then donated one to the Washington State Historical Society and we've displayed it publicly from time to time in the museum. I hope you get a chance to check it out next time you have a gig in Tacoma.

Also after the Cooper episode, I went to the Electoral Crowley episode and immediately heard you talking about name changes and that your middle name is Brent, Daniel Brent Cummins, DB Cummins, DB Cooper Cooper, coincidence, you decide. Yeah, my initials are DB, that's true. I didn't even put that together. Keep on sucking. And if you can mention my website, I'd be internally grateful.

I have a passion for discovering and sharing the history, heritage and culture of Washington State through my blog, videos and podcasts. There's a go for me drive on the site as well as I'm trying to raise money for creating entertaining educational videos that we could give to history teachers across Washington. Since, seriously, Eric are evil. I love how you put that's evil, Mushmouth, and then Washington, our home.com.

Well, thank you, Eric. You know, I really appreciate you clearing out that two versus four backbacks. Not joking because I kept going back and forth. I had it as four for a while. I had it two for a while. That it back is four. I went back to two. Several had it as four for a while. I had it too for a while. That it back as four went back to two. Several sources said two.

Some said four. Some said two packs of shoots. Like a, like a, and then each pair kind of had two different shoots. Like a one over your back and one that kind of went around your waist. Very confusing. Uh, thankful to have so many smart listeners like yourself be able to fill in these holes. And your website is awesome.

Good, good for you. For preserving local history, it's a very comprehensive website. That website, the link is also in today's notes if anybody wants to check it out. Yeah, awesome website. Good for you, man, for preserving history. And I got your other wash and suck topics as well. You keep on sucking, my friend.

A cool information update coming in from Kevin DeKitt says, hey, Dan, we'll listen to the Pinkerton episode, which I recognize is over a month old. Apologies if someone's already made you aware. They have, but I didn't share it on an update. So thank you. You mentioned not being able to get to an article because of a paywall, 60 bucks for 24-hour access to one article.

Wanted to let you know about Sy Hub. It's a great way to get around unnecessary paywalls, might help you with some research. All you need to do is input the article's D-O-I. Thanks for the great podcast. See you in Bridgeport next week. I will see you, Kevin, in Bridgeport. Thank you. The link to the service, you talk about,

I guess, by the time you hear this, I may, yeah, I may have already, I guess, I think Bridgeport's coming up when you hear the URL eventually becomes unpaywall.org. And that'll be the link to that is also in today's show notes on the app and website. If anyone wants to use it, and from everything I can tell, this unpaywall.org is legal. Its fact page says, yes, we harvest content from legal sources, including repositories run by universities, governments, scholarly societies, as well as open content hosted by publishers

themselves. And I've had other time suckers write in and say that the authors of these studies, if they were going to get paid, have already been paid. So you're not taking money out of their pockets by using that. So yeah, for doing your research, any of you researches out there on paywall.org. I have not full disclosure. I have not yet tried to use it. It does seem like a very usable and an interesting site that could be very helpful.

Now a question about why I don't do other podcasts very often. Coming in from Time Sucker Kevin, Fitz Morris, who writes, so throw me on the fucking cross. But my question is every time you do a time sucks, the time sucks itself, oh, when I do that, when you self, you never really explain why you don't do more podcasts outside of your own. I search all the time, looking for my boy, Dan Cummins,

another podcast, hoping you'd expand your podcasts. And my like of other podcasts by slamming Verbiage on said podcasts. When you came to Sacramento, May of 18, I definitely fanboyed on the machine podcast with Bert Christor instead of telling you how much I love your own podcast

because that was the last one I heard. I know he would book you out if you just asked whenever you're in LA. I think you should be doing other podcasts like your mom's house, Joe Rogan. I loved Christian's podcast. He seemed like a pretty chill fella. Sorry if it came across aggressive. I'm just a huge fan.

Have been since 09. It's just, I'm just an overbearing fan. I feel like I have questions that need answered because I have no boundaries when it comes to celebrities. I dig your style. Keep on keeping on. My dude, Hail Nimrod PS Colligula was my favorite app. I dig the guest feature for what

it's worth. I'm a little hammered. Please excuse the countless manic rambling and grammatical errors. Well, thank you Kevin. Thank you Kevin. I appreciate what you're saying. You know, the reason is a combination that I don't do a lot of other podcasts, combination of time and location, living in Idaho, not a lot of other, not a lot of other podcasts to be on. Obviously around here, you know, podcast was, you know, bigger comedic audiences. Then when I'm in LA or New York City, I just, I have had so many other things to do lately that there's not a lot of time to do other

podcasts. I keep meaning to reach out to more. I'm sure I will reach out more eventually and hopefully we'll do more. Soon I did have a manager that was reaching out out to Rogan and just couldn't get on. So I have tried Rogan, and I do feel like I'll get on their eventually. I feel like the opportunity will just come up organically eventually.

Right now I just have too many things I'm focusing on doing here. And, you know, with the podcast, Tannab, Life, other behind the scenes things. But yeah, thank you for the interest. Now an anonymous thank you message coming in from who the hell knows, they're anonymous. Saying hello, Dan, and everybody in the time suck family and crew.

I know my name was in the email address, but if you choose to share this, I would prefer to be kept anonymous. Did it? I listened to the DB Cooper Suck, and at the end there were a few suckers that brought up their own, or their friends, mental illness.

It convinced me to share my hopefully short story of how this podcast has helped me. It is gonna be short. I have had my own issues and started escaping from my own thoughts using comedy. That brought me to the comedy, to your conversation on Pandora, you became an instant favorite while listening to your station and ad for Times Up came up of a hook ever since. Now podcasts are my only new form of escape from my brain, but my escape from my comfort zone.

You have voiced many times about people who are wishy-washy with their lives and who can't make decisions. I began to realize that's who I was. I even make excuses for myself about my life not going how I wanted. I now realize it's up to me to change the future. That's that is true. Since I can't change the past. When I find myself making excuses, I think what would the income and say, you and all those who make this podcast run have motivated me to go forth with something I've put off for a while, joining the military. Thank you to everyone in the time, so community and especially thank you, Dan, for helping me regain my ambition.

Keep on fucking sucking. Thank you for your upcoming service, anonymous sucker, man, happy that you're chasing your dreams, man. Go out there, kick some ass. It's a beautiful, beautiful thing. Following what you're passionate about, hail them, Rob my friend. And then finally, enters an email from Corey Bell.

Great reminder that words matter, words matter. The words we put out there into the universe and that restraint can be good. Sometimes escalating the situation just not worth it. Corey Wright, say, Master Sucker, first off, I appreciate everything you do. Although sometimes you talk about some intense and horrible things, you know how to bring happiness

to listeners and tell a great story. It was intense one today, man. I wanted to tell my own story in which you have impacted me a lot. I have an infant and a three year old who are my world. One day, we're at the library with my wife and checkin' out books. My son's and I decided to go to our car early,

while my wife is finishing up, we walked to our car, I opened the door. It is important to understand I had our one-year-old and my arms was holding my three-year-old's hand. I let go of my three-year-old's hand and open the door. When this happened, he started to run into the parking lot. He had not been listening, which I'm sure you understand. Yeah, three-year-olds, like herding cats.

And it was a stressful day. I let the door go and it tapped the car beside me. I got my son and put buzz them in the car. I had not noticed, but there was an older lady that was in the car. She got out and I told her I was sorry for letting that happen, explain the situation. We shut my door and about two, three centimeters of paint

had shipped off her car. Knowing this was totally my fault, I apologized and offered my insurance. I wanted to take responsibility, even though it was not malicious around purpose. The lady declined my insurance, but then started pacing behind her car. I asked again if she wanted my insurance and she said, no, but the next couple of senses that came out of her mouth were a stonachine.

She stated that my son who was still three years old, because only about two minutes it went by. She did not only know better, but she'd have more responsibility to hold the door open or not run. She then stated that I should teach him better. It's not damaged people's cars. The fire of Luciferina was raging in my eyes and heart. I glared at her, a glare that might send both jangles hiding under the dinner table while

this was happening. The voice came into my head. It was you, Grandmaster Sucker stating, you have so much more to lose than others. Remember the episode when you got on a tangent about how we react to situations when other people are being asshats. I took a deep breath, listened to the voice, knew I had so much more to lose and this old lady ever will.

I asked her a second time if she wanted my insurance and she declined. Oh yes, that's for like a third time actually, but still stood there. At this point, my wife came out and the lady started to lecture her, which my wife did not back down asking if she had kids and can you not give grace to a three-year-old

and father trying to get his kids into the car. The lady continuously stated that I should be a better father and learn, although I have offered our insurance three different times. I asked the final time she declined again. I told her this conversation was over and she scurried into the library. I know this probably sounds like a silly little story, but after thinking about it, I can honestly say that your words mean more than you know. You are a person that said we have more to lose than others, and I truly have been seeing that in this, or truly saw that in this situation. I had more to lose.

I did what I thought was right by trying to take responsibility, it was declined, but sometimes people still wanna be assholes. If anything, I just wanted to share this story to show that even little tangents during a show have meaning and to keep up the great work. Oh man, thank you, Cory. Thank you, good call man, good call.

I love how you handle all that. I know a template can be just to fucking rip somebody a new one for being an ass hat. I think about it literally every single fucking day. But sometimes it, a lot of the times, most of the time probably, probably the overwhelming majority of the time, it's just not worth it, you know, at her age odds are she's not going to stop being an ass hat. You know, the lecture isn't going gonna make you look, you know what? I should fucking, it's 65 or 70 whatever.

I should just transform myself into an entirely new person. You know, but you also stood your ground, I think that's great. You know, I mean, if she would have went crazy and like called your kid a racial slur or some equally offensive slur, then I say, you know, you know, fucking let it rip on that bitch, you know, say all kinds of crazy stuff.

But yeah, generally, not worth it. I that bitch, you know, say all kinds of crazy stuff. But yeah, generally not worth it. Um, I was actually, I actually had some restraint myself. This, uh, what I've been, uh, we can have a go now is with the kids that what was supposed to be an all age is kind of in row, all age is outdoor pool situation that had been advertised as being like a family time. We're there doing quote unquote family hours. Uh, we get there. It's a drunken shit show with people literally falling down drunk,

tiny ass bikinis, yellow and all kinds of profane, sexual shit, just stupid shit, like a bunch of just dirt bag fucking degenerates. And I get it if you're gonna act that way, if it's like an inclusive kind of adult-only situation. But like, man, fucking kids around your piece of shit, I wanted to go off, I knew that we're so drunk, it didn't matter. So I did go off on the staff. I definitely let a lot of profanities fly. And I was like, what the fuck you guys doing here? How is no one talking to these people? What kind of shit show were you asked? Who's running? I was very angry. I was like, I want my fucking money back. And they backed down immediately. I went into apology moment. I'm like, you're not even talking to people. I was very upset. Kylo then asked if I was going to talk to this one

drunk couple. Like this guy was probably, I don't know, 65, he's falling down drunk. And I think he knows my sense of humor. He wanted to kind of like, we were laughing at him. And he wanted me to interact further. And I was like, dude, just know. Just be quiet. There was no point in going there.

It is not worth interacting, escalating. And then all of a sudden, your dad is going to jail for beating the shit out of a 65 year old drunk fuck. Yes, restraint can be a very good thing, you know. Kyler and Roni went back to this hotel, we're lending out, we're all staying. She was going to try to be there too, but there's long story, it was a mess, and she couldn't even get there as a mess. And you know what, the police didn't need to be called. We joked about it. We calmed down. We had a laugh about it half an hour later, you know no one got any trouble in life went on So yes, yes restraints good good job man. Thanks for all the time sucker updates everybody

Thanks time suckers. I need a net. We all did That's all for today time suckers. Hail Nimrods Don't kill anyone this week. Don't kill anyone this week focus on that if. If for some reason you do end up killing someone, please don't fuck their head or neck. And, you know, keep on sucking. Mother's Tom Fulvery makes me want to fuck some necks! Mother's Tom Fulery makes me want to fuck some necks!