Timesuck with Dan Cummins - 281 - Arthur Shawcross: The Genesee River Killer

Episode Date: January 31, 2022

Arthur Shawcross was born on June 6th, 1945 in Kittery, Maine and he would grow up to terrorize the people of Watertown and Rochester, both in New York. Family, neighbors, schoolmates, and anyone else who met him knew he was "different" from an early age. He said odd things, he reacted unnaturally to various situations, he talked to himself, he didn't understand tone, sarcasm, irony, etc. And he was angry. And he was scary when he was angry. Soon, he was torturing  and killing small animals and terrifying children and adults alike. He was setting fires, drilling holes in walls to peep on female family members, and telling outlandish tales. And then, shortly after returning home from Vietnam, and after serving prison time for arson, he raped and killed two children in Watertown. In a heavily criticized plea deal, he was back on the streets less than fifteen years later, his criminal records were  sealed, and he killed at least eleven women in Rochester in less than two years. This tale is a wild one.  And they don't get much darker  and weirder than the story of the Genesee River Killer. The Bad Magic Charity of the month is Love Thy Neighbor! We'll  be giving $15,500 to this Denver-area based 501(3c) nonprofit dedicated to working with local businesses to hand out free food to the homeless. They also give clothing, shoes, blankets, etc. Go to https://ltnsocks.com/Watch the Suck on YouTube: https://youtu.be/X5r3iAUYQPIMerch - https://badmagicmerch.com/  Discord! https://discord.gg/tqzH89vWant 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 happens to be our most current page :)For all merch related questions/problems: [e-mail] (copy and paste)Please rate and subscribe on iTunes and elsewhere and follow the suck on social media!! @timesuckpodcast on IG and http://www.facebook.com/timesuckpodcastWanna become a Space Lizard?  Click here: https://www.patreon.com/timesuckpodcastSign 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.

There is too much torment bottled up inside of me, too much anger that needs to be rid of. I should be castrated or have an electrode placed in my head to stop my stupidness or whatever. I'm just a lost soul looking for release of my madness. Please God, let someone help me. Arthur Shawcross March 1990. Arthur Shawcross, aka the Genesee River Killer, was truly mad. This incredibly mentally unstable serial killer murdered two children in Watertown, New York in 1972 and then later 11 women in Rochester, New York in 1988 and 1989. He earned his nickname from the fact that most of his victims from the 80s were found near the Genesee River in New York State. Arthur first turned his attention to children, targeting kids at a local playground. Somehow earning their trust by playing with them,

taking them fishing, being a super creepy, widening anyone run him out of town forever or kill him, secreted all friend. Arthur was able to lure two children, he'd be friended into the woods and brutally rape and murder them. Now for being apprehended, he was given one of the worst plea deals of all time, serving less than 15 years in prison before being paroled. And for outrage parents, ran him out of the first several communities he was placed in. His criminal record was sealed and he moved to Rochester, New York to start a new life he never deserved to live. Less than a year after he settled in, he started killing again.

No longer children this time, local women. Sex workers and Rochester became his new primary target. Vulnerable women walking along the streets of downtown looking for clients, slipping off into strangers cars, dark alleys and abandoned places became easy prey for a terrifying new predator. Why was Arthur Shawcross such a monster? He was a child rapist, child killer, a woman rapist, woman killer, domestic abuser, arsonist, cannibal and more. Something was very wrong with this guy. No one was ever able to completely figure out exactly what it was. Arthur received multiple psychiatric diagnoses

throughout his life. No two psychologists could ever agree on exactly what was wrong with him, but a pattern did emerge. Depressed, antisocial, cognitively, prone to violence, sexually dysfunctional, poor impulse control, pathological line, and difficulty distinguishing fantasy from reality. Arthur grew from a especially odd little boy into a monstrous man with an explosive temper. How did that happen? A series of serious head injuries certainly did not help.

And he was born with some brain abnormalities. Today we'll discuss some psychosocial factors connected to Arthur's serial killing. The sedative arts crimes, arts life from beginning to end, who many of his victims were, and more in this, you might wanna make sure that your kids are always wearing helmets, that they definitely never talk to strangers and definitely don't play

with them on the playground, true crimes, serial killing, why was this guy ever let out a prison edition of Time Suck? This is Michael McDonald and you're listening to Time Suck. You're listening to Time Suck. Happy Monday, mate Sacks. Thanks for joining this meeting of the cult of the curious. I'm Dan Cummins, the Master Sucker. Suck joining this meeting of the Cult of the Curious. I'm Dan Cummins, the Master of Sucker, Suck Nasty,

Sucks a lot, Psychiatric Asylum Orderly, Slash Patient, playground bouncer, and you are listening to Time Suck. Hail Nimrod, Hail Lucifer Fino, praise the bestest boy, both jangles, Penny Pooper and Ginger Bell's favorite character, slash God, and glory be to Trouble M. Just one announcement, and so much show today. This is a wild one. This is especially crazy story. We have a new wild shirt in the store

badmagicmurch.com. Wild maybe it's going to be my word of the day. Happy Valentine's Day, tie dye shirt featuring lovers Fred and Rose West. Yes, those serial killers do world's most unlikely love duo. Very, very dark symbol of hope for lovers that you frame it in the right way. Right, if those two absolute fucking maniacs, those dirt bags, could find romantic love, well, I guess we all can, right? There's a chance for all of us. And now let's get into this. I'm going to give this a rare trigger warning. This episode is especially brutal with upcoming mentions of child murder child rape

General mutilation slash cannibalism Vampire of Sacramento Ed Kemper level of brutality ahead and I realize I'm very inconsistent with these warnings And then I have not given them previously for equally brutal episodes, but I thought of it today This this episode man freak me out of it So here we are Arthur Shawcross the Rochester Strangler absolute fucking maniac I thought of it today. This episode, man, freak me out a bit. So here we are, Arthur Shaw crossed the Rochester Strangler, absolute fucking maniac, the Genesee River Killer. [♪ OUTRO MUSIC PLAYING [♪

Since most of Arthur's crimes took place when he was living in Rochester, where the Genesee River cuts right through town, let's familiarize ourselves with that area first today. And then after that, we'll go over a lot of psychiatric speculation as to just exactly what the fuck was wrong with his dude's brain. Then it'll be timeline time, big timeline today covering the history of his head wounds, being a fucking weirdo as military service.

First killings in water town and incarceration, a lot more killing in Rochester, more incarceration, death. Then I'll share some final thoughts before, of course, heading into a preview of next week's show and some time of sucker updates. Rochester, lies in Monroe County, and is the fourth most popular city in New York state. 2020, the population assigned to city limits was reported to be 211,328, which makes it seem smaller than it actually is. The metro population currently hovering around 1.1 million. So it's the 52nd largest metro area in the US.

Small compared to a giant metropolis like New York City, but still a pretty decent size city overall. Pretty damn cold city as well. It's a 330 mile drive northwest from New York City built in the banks of Lake Ontario, which it shares with Canada. Lies roughly a hundred miles east of St. Catharines, Canada, where the recent dark stars of the Ken and Barbie killers episode, Paul Bernardo and Carla Homolka, did their killing. Or a lot of it.

I guess, you know, they didn't do a lot of killing, but you know, they did a lot of their dirty deeds. Rochester gets some serious winters, very snowy city, one of the snowiest cities in the US. So much that lake effect snow, which I've driven through doing stand up gigs years ago. That's a crazy thing. Rochester averages 99.5 inches of snow a year, so over eight feet, not far behind America, snowiest major city Syracuse, New York, which sits just over 80 miles to the east of Rochester

and averages 123.8 inches of snow a year. Major City Syracuse, New York, which sits just over 80 miles to the east of Rochester and averages 123.8 inches of snow a year. Coldest month of January, average is low of 18 degrees Fahrenheit, high of 32, hottest month of July, average in a high of 81, low of 61. So rarely gets truly hot there, very mild summers. Despite being a bit frigid, Rochester was one of the very first boom towns US ever had. Due to the fertile, uh, Genesee River Valley surrounding the area. It boomed.

Back before US settlers knew how much better and more livable the climate of the Southwest was. For anyone had a chance of running an orange orchard or something down by the beach somewhere in present day Southern California, you know, people were like, ah, it's fucking great here. I mean, a little bit of snow. Yeah, I mean, yeah,, quite a bit snow. Probably going to lose a few villagers every winter. But overall, wow, what a beautiful place to live. The area was originally settled by the Seneca, an indigenous band of people who spoke

Iroquois, then resettled by Puritan descendants looking for new farmland. On November 8, 1803, Colonel Nathaniel Rochester, major Charles Carroll and Colonel William Fitzhugh, Jr. Perched 100 acre track from the state along the Genesee River. Beginning in 1811, the three founders surveyed the land, laid out streets and tracks. In 1817, some additional landowners joined their lands with the original 100 acres and the village of Rochesterville was formed. How fun to plan out a town by the way. That's some real life Minecraft for simshit. I mean, I'm sure it was a ton of work, but how rewarding would it be to buy some raw land? Zone it all out. Sell plots for residential, commercial, or industrial use.

Pick out some parks and city municipal buildings. You know where they're going to be? Watch the community you plant actually be settled. Turn into a city, you know, raw land to a city before your eyes. Love it. Now, the original US settlers chose the area due to a combination of fertile farmland, some high waterfalls that could provide abundant water power and a location on the shores of Lake Ontario, you know, they made a good spot for shipping. Cities founders were able to watch their community grow, thrive in their lifetimes. The Chosar spot well. In 1821, Rochesterville was the seat of Monroe County.

It became a regional manufacturing center and the home to numerous flower mills. So many flower mills that Rochester, the Ville, you know, dropped by 1823 became known as Flower City. Flower man, I don't only think about that often. That sweet grain ground down into a fine powder. That's shit. It was super important in early America. I mean, it's still important now, but you know, more so then. One of the first products in America to become industrialized. Bread was largely still is staple of American diets, and you can make bread and so much more with flour. Flour, they can stay good for

years when you're out in your fucking homestead cabin or wherever if stored correctly. Rochester's grain grinding population exploded by 1820. There was 1500 people by 1830 over 9000 by 1840 over 20,000. Population almost doubled again in the next decade over 36,000 by 1870. It increased over 62,000 and it just kept growing until it peaked in the 1950s at over 330,000. In the early 1900s Rochester also became a huge national center for America's garment industry. Rochester would have an incredibly robust diversification of industries. It's the birthplace of numerous giant corporations like Xerox, Wegmans grocery stores, Western Union, Eastman Kodak, one of Lindsay's uncles, worked for Eastman Kodak

in Rochester, many others. Wegmans with over 100 East Coast grocery stores did over 10 billion in revenue last year, Xerox did over 7 billion. Western Union did over 5 billion. Eastman Kodak did over a billion, and used to along with Xerox and Western Union do a lot more than that.

Last 20 years have been hard on these companies with a rapidly changing marketplace and a lot of new competitors. And in the last 70 years have been pretty hard on Rochester. Ever since the early 1950s, the population has declined each and every decade, down to just over 210,000 people now in the city limits. In the 1980s, when Shaw Cross was killing in Rochester, the city experience is most rapid population decline ever. People were fleeing the city, fucking droves.

Rochester lost over 18% of its population in that one decade. Roughly one in five locals bounced in just a 10 year time frame. So what happened? Well, something that Shaw Cross, rather than killing 11 victims there, might have killed closer to 50,000 people. He was certainly capable of it, based on the war gunboat stories he'd share after his rest. Dude made Rambo look weak.

Dude made Chuck Norris look like a 90-pound weakling. He would have just toyed with Alexander Solanick before killing him if you believe him, which I do not. No one of course thinks shock-cross had a substantial effect on population decline in Rochester. It was all about job losses. I'll talk about his gunboat stories later. It was mostly about job losses. To be fair, not all the people who fled Rochester left the area entirely.

There was a big post-war push nationwide after World War II for families to live in the suburbs. A lot of cities experienced population decline inside the city limits, but not like what happened in Rochester. Most of the best jobs went far away. As Rochester became another casualty of the rust belt. An increase in automation, the transfer of so many manufacturing jobs overseas, sharp decline in steel and coal production, devastated numerous cities, and upstate New York, Pennsylvania, Ohio, West Virginia, Kentucky,

parts of Michigan, Illinois, Wisconsin, even Minnesota. In 1970, 152,000 people in the Rochester area worked in industries in the manufacturing sector with an average earning of $68,000 adjusted for 2014. When this particular study was completed, compared with the regional average private sector, you know, annual earnings of $53,200. By 2014, only 61,800 people, just 40% of the 1970 job total, worked in manufacturing in the area, with average earnings of 74,500 compared with regional average private sector earnings of 51,400. So the loss of nearly 100,000 jobs paying significantly more than the average for the area had a devastating impact on Rochester, of course.

Less jobs meant less people, less taxes, which meant there was less law enforcement, more people desperate for money, all that combined with America's crack and cocaine epidemic in the 1980s made finding vulnerable people, a lot easier, a lot easier for a monster like Arthur. a lot easier for a monster like Arthur. Less resources made it harder to catch a monster like Arthur. And then there was some shitty choices we'll get into later, made by the Pearl Board and the Courts. Rochester like many big cities in America had a high crime rate in the 80s, murders, rapes, theft, all too common. One stretch downtown called Lyle Avenue served as the city's red light district. Please work in new cases involving missing and murdered sex workers weekly, oftentimes from that area, difficult to detect a serial killer who may have been targeting these vulnerable women. Rochester has also seen a huge research in violent crime and recent years as well. November 12, 2021, Mayor lovely Warren declared a state of emergency due to a rise in violent crime.

There was 71 murders for the year at that point, making it the deadliest year in the city's history. In 1989, when Shockross was most active, there were 44 murders. Now, and he was responsible for at least nine of them. Shockross picked up most of his victims in downtown Rochester. He had that Lyle Avenue area. Yeah, he dumped their bodies in the wilderness around the Genesee River. It runs right through town. Genesee River dumps into Lake Ontario at the edge of Rochester.

After flowing 160 miles north, dropping 2,250 miles. Or I'm sorry, 2,250 feet, a little bit different from its source, a hill in Potter, County, Pennsylvania. The Senate could try, gave the river its name, Genesee, meaning pleasant banks. Shotcross, obviously, made those banks significantly less pleasant. The river-powered Rochester's early flower mills, other manufacturing, still gives power to some of the city today, although the vast majority of Rochester's electricity, over 80% now actually generated by burning fossil fuels such as coal and natural gas.

Originally the River Gorge marked the border between the five nations of the Iroquois, the Seneca nation lived between the river and Kanundaga. Kanundaga, I think is Kanundaga Lake. The Genesee River basin is a 2,500 square mile basin surrounded by thick woods. Those woods often used as dumping ground for shot cross to dispose of victims bodies. Sometimes months would pass before their bodies would be found. Some might not have ever been found at shot cross, not been caught

and let investigators to the victims remains. None of those bodies should have ever been found because those women should have never been murdered. Shot cross should have never gotten out of prison and ended up in Rochester. He only made it there after being released from prison in the prime of his life, following getting caught for raping and killing two kids. Then after his release, he was run out of three separate communities all in a short span of time

before his parole officers settled him in Rochester, where he had a better chance of hiding his dark past in a bigger city and where his new neighbors would have no fucking idea what kind of monster he was thanks to authorities making the terrible decision. I think objectively terrible decision to seal his records. How fucked up is that? If no community wants you to live anywhere near them because of your truly horrific criminal past, don't you deserve to be ostracized? Who goes to fuck if it's harder for you to make a new life for yourself? It's supposed to be harder for you.

I don't believe in redemption, being an opportunity for everyone. Imagine someone moving in the next door to you who had served 14 years in prison for raping and killing two children. How furious are you? If you find out, they fucking live near you. And then how extra furious are you if something happens in your neighborhood,

like a bunch of more murder, much more murders, and then you find out about their past. I can't believe they weren't sued for this. Those records should have never been sealed. He should have had to deal with whatever public hate came his way. He certainly brought that on himself, didn't he? I mean, who gives a fuck that never gave him a chance to rebuild his life? The kids he killed sure never got a chance to rebuild theirs. Now that we looked a bit into where Shockross did most of his killing, let's look into why Shockross maybe did his killing. I said he certainly brought that on himself referring of course to his actions as murders

But I will also say that this guy seems to have really been dealt a very shitty genetic hand at birth And then he had his already very fragile noodle scrambled way more than the average bears with a series of you know Significant head injuries all the more reason for him to have never been been let out of his prison cell after those first two murders, though, he may have truly been someone. It just was literally not possible to rehabilitate. Arthur Shockross's adult life was a never ending series of psychological evaluations and diagnoses. It seemed like no two doctors could ever give him

the same diagnosis. The only thing they all seem to agree on was it something really not right with this dude. And if you watch any interviews he gave from prison before he died and he gave several, he loved to talk to, you know, journalists, you can immediately see that something is not right with this guy like something is wrong with his guy's brain, something in addition to what has to be wrong with the serial killers brain for them to do what they do, you know, Ted Bundy has always been especially terrifying to me because he did not seem abnormal

when giving interviews. Right? What he was talking about sometimes was super fucked up, sure. But the way he talked, the way he carried himself, I could see being tricked by him. Absolutely. Game across the nice guy. Smart guy, likable. You know, handsome.

If I didn't know he was a serial killer, listen to him. You know, I would think he was totally normal. John Wayne Gacy, you know, he creeps me out in his interviews, you know, I don think he was totally normal. John Wayne Gacy, he creeps me out in his interviews, you know, I don't like his eyes, but I don't know if I don't like him because of the way they actually looked or because I know what he did. If I didn't know, he might creep me out, but maybe not, you know.

But Shaw Cross, I'm using him to talk for more than 10 seconds in any interview. You know something that's fundamentally wrong with him. He had a very odd speech pattern, his cadence, he had this tick where he constantly repeated this series of very hard blinks. More so when asked a question that seemed to upset him, the way he seemed to be unable to read the room,

like his tone was just very off compared to what he was talking about. When people get uncomfortable, he didn't seem to really notice or how they got uncomfortable, not in the right way, just socially fucking off. Of course he was. His brain didn't work right. He presents an interesting case study of how genetics

combined with several serious head injuries and maybe some emotional and physical and sexual abuse can create a killer. You'll see why I say maybe later. Dude had a very rich fantasy life. There was likely no one event or trauma that made him a murderer. His murderous nature seemed to be the culmination of a whole series of very unfortunate events. In the future with advances in psychology, as far as studying, you know,

psychopathology is concerned, with advances in neurology, hopefully we can figure out how to test the brains of criminals convicted of certain, especially heinous crimes like shock-cross. And based on their cognitive wiring, you know, figure out who will for sure always be a huge threat to public safety. And maybe, you know, never allow them the chance to roam for you again. With Arthur, let's begin our examination of his bloody hornet's nest of a fucking mind by looking at a p-roll or p-roll disorder. I heard experts pronounce it both ways. Pyrrole disorder seems to be the most common so I'm going to go with that. Pyrrole disorder was originally identified by Dr. Abram Hofer who suggested that it leads to depletions in zinc and B6, which he felt could

alter moods and cause psychiatric disorders. And for the record his disorder is not an official accepted medical or psychiatric disorder. It is a known chemical imbalance. That's for certain. medical or psychiatric disorder. It is a known chemical imbalance. That's for certain. And that imbalance may contribute directly to certain physical and mental dysfunction. Pyrrole disorder, also known as pyrolyrya, crypto pyrolyria, crypto pyro or mob disorder. And it involves a biochemical imbalance involving an abnormality in the synthesis and metabolism of hemoglobin, a red protein responsible for transporting oxygen in the blood. No doctor or blood expert, but it sounds significant.

Pretty certain that our blood being able to transport oxygen effectively is fairly important to us not quickly dying and functioning normally and stuff. Some side-character circumvented convinced that this imbalance causes dramatic shifts in mood that it often occurs alongside and may even be an indicator of some mental health conditions that severely impact one's judgment and understanding of reality, including bipolar disorder, severe anxieties,

schizophrenia, also been associated with ADHD, various anxiety disorders, OCD, Tourette syndrome, and other disorders. Abuse, divorce, job loss, a move, other major stressors can increase the risk of elevated levels of pyreels in the bloodstream of anyone, someone who is not born with this disorder. Those stressors can take someone who likes shot-crossed, was born with a constant elevation in pyreels levels and make it much, much worse. Some common symptoms, and he didn't seem to handle stress well at all. Some common symptoms of viral disorder including, again, this is not agreed on by everyone,

more studying to take place. But irritability, severe anxiety, significant changes in mood, short temper, severe depression, short-term memory problems, inability to manage everyday stress, histrionic, aka melodramatic behavior, sensitivity to loud noises, lights or both, increased aggression, violence. Dr. Richard Krauss psychiatrists for the defense at Arthur's Rochester trial believe that shock-cross for sure had this disorder. He also stated that some pyros have chemical similarities to LSD and that shock-cross had around 10 times the average slash normal amount in his bloodstream.

Dr. Cross believed that because of this, Shawcross couldn't regulate his mood, was prone to impulsive violence and had an inability to separate fantasy from reality, oftentimes, more so when he was stressed. And thus when you add him dealing with this abnormality in addition to other abnormalities, you know, he should have been found not guilty by reason of insanity. Dr. Kraus also pointed to something called Jacob syndrome in regards to shock-cross, being genetically predisposed towards murder. Shack-cross was diagnosed with Jacob syndrome or XY-Y syndrome.

Also sometimes called 47, XX-Y syndrome or Klein-Filter syndrome. And due to it maybe being overly associated with criminality around the time of shock-crosses trial, it was once called criminal syndrome. And this syndrome has other names. I feel like it's in the running for the title of syndrome with the most fucking names of any syndrome in the world. The syndrome was first name for Patricia Jacobs,

a Scottish geneticist. Jacob studied 315 men in carstrid at a mental hospital, which was considered the first research on the subject, and her study led to the assumption that men with 47 X, Y, Y syndrome are aggressive and violent. But subsequent studies of the general population did not duplicate Jacob's original findings. The genetic disorder that no one can seem to agree on what to call it, it's pretty common, affecting one can seem to agree on what to call. It's pretty common affecting one in every 1000 live male births. And by male births, I mean one out of every 1000 dudes is born with it, not one out of every 1000 dudes who gives birth to a client felt through syndrome baby through their fucking

p-hole or butt or something. Pretty sure, you know, everyone knows that, but I did weird it wordly. The primary feature of this syndrome is infertility and small weak balls, or to use the proper terminology, small, poorly functioning testicles. I think this syndrome needs another name, maybe a STN syndrome, maybe sad tiny nuts syndrome. Not all men with these sad tiny nuts are sterile, shock-crossed father at least two kids, or at least thought he did, so he didn't seem to have been shooting blanks. Often the symptoms of the syndrome are subtle,

subjects don't even realize they have it. They just think they got some, some satiny balls. Or maybe their balls aren't that tiny other time. It varies. Other symptoms can include weaker muscles, greater height, poor motor coordination, less body hair, breast growth, less interest in sex. Shot cross did not seem to exhibit any of those symptoms,

intelligence usually normal, but reading difficulties, problems of speed, pretty common. He did suffer from learning disabilities, not a good student at all, like really struggled with his reading in a arithmetic, had trouble speaking normally as he grew up. And as I alluded to,

there was a theory that this syndrome caused aggressive behavior. It was once known also as superhuman. I'm sorry, Superman syndrome. Get another fucking nickname. I still like sad, tiny nuts syndrome the best. While most doctors now don't seem to think an extra chromosome turned shot cross into a killer, there would be a lot more serial killers.

If this was a very common syndrome was more powerfully linked to violence, he did seem to be suffering from a variety of other shit he may have been born with. Dr. Todd Grande, YouTuber who's also a licensed professional counselor of mental health, licensed chemical dependency professional, as a PhD in counselor education and supervision, loved to dissect the minds of serial killers. He recently speculated about Arthur Schachross' brain activity and concluded that Arthur likely had a severe case of antisocial personality disorder. And that he was also a clinical narcissist and a clinical psychopath.

Not currently known how much genetics play a part in developing these conditions, but it's believed that genetic factors definitely do play a part. In regards to antisocial personality disorder, Arthur showed signs of all seven criteria. One criminality, two pathological line, three impulsivity, four aggression, five disregard for safety, six irresponsibility, and seven lack of remorse. Antisocial personality disorder is a cluster B personality disorder in the diagnostic and statistical manual.

And out of these seven symptom criteria, only three are required for diagnosis, and this dude hit all seven. Ace it. Ace his anti-social test. Dr. Grande thinks several serious head injuries are suffered as a child and as an adolescent led to the development of disorder and an overall increase in violence and impulsivity and a cognitive inability to regulate morality.

We'll get into these injuries in today's timeline, but Chalkross had his bell rung hard, so fucking hard on several different occasions. Dude got knocked out by fucking sledgehammer at one point. Dr. Adrian Rayne, clinical neuroscientist at USC compared Chalkross's brain to Andre Cicatilos. What does big deal? We're both smart guys with big brain and stuff. But for real, they're the same frontal lobe abnormality. Both suffered a lot with impotence as well and with rage partially triggered by impotence. The extreme violent shot cross exhibited

cutting people's bodies open, cutting pieces off, eating pieces. Dr. Reigns says in cases like that, brain damage frontal lobe abnormalities usually part of the problem. Reigns says the prefrontal cortex sits right above your eyes and just behind your forehead, right? In animals, only 3 or 4% of the brain consists of prefrontal cortex, but in the human

brain is 29%. The prefrontal cortex is in our brain is a bit like the guardian angel of our behavior. It's really what makes this human and it allows us to live and function in human societies without being aggressive, stops us doing antisocial, aggressive, outrageous acts. We've always had the idea that perhaps damage to the frontal lobe region of the brain may be involved in violent behavior and in creating psychopathic personality. Makes sense to me. The prefrontal cortex acts as a controlling mechanism for the basic human emotions of anger

and aggression, which emit from the limbic system further back in the brain. Looking at brain scans, comparing normal people's brains to the brains of killers like Shakross, there is way less frontal lobe activity in the brains of the killers. So Shakross may have truly had a hard time on a fundamental level to control impulsive feelings of aggression and anger. Combine that with an inability to differentiate between reality and fantasy in some situations. You know, you get a fucking monster. The sky's as a man.

Dr. Ronny said Arthur showed signs of conduct disorder before the age of 15, which lines up with anti-social personality disorder. Also lived a parasitic lifestyle, had a lack of long-term goals, strong pre-delection for thrill seeking. His behavior also lined up with primary and secondary psychopathy. In regards to being a psychopath, he exhibited a consistent failure to accept responsibility, pathological line, man that do love the lie, and lack of empathy. Yeah, line's such a big one with Arthur.

It seemed like he lied pretty much every time he talked. He likely lied about a lot of his childhood experiences, or at least greatly exaggerated them. Most of the childhood experiences will go over today or the accounts of others who knew him, not accounts that he gave. He made up lies to rationalize killing his victims. He said that one victim tried to steal his wallet.

Another one stopped talking. One attacked him, you know, a few made fun of him. And so, you know, he had to kill him. He said she liked that and interviews as if the person he was talking to would then understand that he had no choice. He did the right thing. Lee at least concerning his adult victims.

He did refuse interestingly to ever discuss the two kids he killed with any interviewers. He would actually walk out of interviewers that they would ask him questions about these kids. Dr. Grande thinks a lot of the line Arthur did lines up with something called vulnerable narcissism. Arthur didn't want to be judged as a typical serial killer. He wanted to be seen as someone who was justified in what they did. He exhibited emotions of both shame over killing the kids and what seems like pride in killing

the women. Narcissistic personality disorder, a cluster B personality disorder, nine symptom criteria, five of which are required for diagnosis. And that's grandiose sense of self-importance, fantasies, special or unique, requires excessive admiration, sense of entitlement, manipulative, lacks empathy for others, often envious, arrogant attitudes or behaviors, shock-cross exhibit, all nine of these narcissistic traits. He wasn't fucking around when he came to mental illness. He didn't just dip his toes in that pool. He went hard and to paint on that shit. And here's

a better explanation of vulnerable narcissism. There's two types of narcissism. With grandiose narcissism, we see characteristics like being extroverted, socially bold, self-confident, having a superficial charm. I think of Christian bail in American Psycho, being resistant to criticism, being callous and unemotional, vulnerable narcissism is characterized by shame, anger, aggression, hypersensitivity, tendency to be introverted, defensive, avoidant, anxious, depressed, socially awkward and shy, which fits, you know, chakras. Dr. Grande also thought Arthur was a psychopath, primary and secondary, you know, as I said, factor one, psychopathy, the primary kind, defined by being callous and primary and secondary, you know, as I said, factor one

psychopathy, the primary kind defined by being callous and unemotional, manipulative, pathological liar, fearless dominance, lacking remorse, check, check, check, check, check, vector two psychopathy, secondary kind defined by impulsivity, irresponsibility, being neurotic, emotion, reactive, engaging in criminal behavior, extreme sensation, seeking, check, seeking. Check, check, check, check. Dude, ACE is disorders. A psychopathic narcissist with anti-personality disorder, who was born with an extra Y chromosome, had consistently elevated levels of pyroles in his blood,

got knocked unconscious, growing up with a fucking sledgehammer amongst other serious head injuries, may have also been physically and sexually abused, definitely emotionally abused, emotionally neglected, severely bullied by other kids at school. You know, you had a lot of fucking going on. All those factors seem to have combined in shock-cross to turn them into a very violent man. A 1993 study of more than 60 serial killers found that psychological and physical abuse

were a pervasive characteristic of their childhoods. 1997 study found that a group of 62 male serial killers, 48% had experienced rejection from a parent or important adult in their lives. Another study found that adults who were physically sexually and emotionally abused, three times more likely to commit violent crimes as adults. Humiliation and narcissistic injury threats to self-esteem early in life were identified as contributing factors based on three additional studies. Study found a relationship between head injuries and serial killers of 239 subjects, 51, had a definite or strongly suspected type of head injury, strongly suspected being, you know,

no medical records, but, you know, suspected loss of consciousness. Okay, as we now explore a timeline of Arthur Shaw Cross's life, I wonder, did this dude ever have a chance by the time he made it into early adulthood of not becoming a monster, I'm not sure he did. I think he was a ticking time mom. Maybe someday we'll be able to repair brains broken as badly as his was, take someone destined for extreme violence, be able to truly rehabilitate them.

I hope so. Being able to heal a mind like shot crosses the way we can now say repair a crushed or slipped spinal disc That for sure would prevent a lot of people from future horrific abuse and death in the meantime in the interest of public safety We need to either lock these motherfuckers away forever and throw away the key or put them in the dirt Now that we know a little bit about the problems he may have had with his brain Let's look into the problems he caused in his life in today's time suck timeline Right after today's mid show sponsored break you fucking new now is coming

And now we're back from hearing about products that can save you money bring you joy to examine the life of man who saved No one money and brought so much more misery to the world enjoy the Genesee River killer Arthur John Shawcross Arthur, John, Shockross. June 6, 1945. Arthur John Shockross born at the U.S. Naval Hospital in Kittery, Maine. The doctor who delivered him forgot to wear his glasses that day, or take his mood stabilizers apparently, and instead of patting him on the back or bottom to get some water out of his lungs, he balled up his fist and he just f**k and punched that little f**k her repeatedly in the head. The first of a series of so many head wounds. And of course,

that's crazy talk, but if that what happened, I wouldn't have been part of the course with this guy. A lot of crazy head wounds coming up. up Couldary actually mains first incorporated town established in 1647 did not know that before this week English settlers moved to the area way back in 1623 Those settlers worked as hunters trappers timber workers sailors The Wabanaki affiliated tribes who lived in the area called the town of Amaskeg which in Algonquin I die like translates to fishing point. And Kerry became part of the Massachusetts Bay Colony

in 1652 and the city served as a center of trading and shipbuilding. One notable early citizen was general William Whipple. F**k you and f**k your family, drink with all. I feel like I have to at least hit that button when someone named Whipple shows up randomly in an episode. This Whipple is born in 1730, Seaman, soldier, signer of the Declaration of Independence. The Portsmouth Naval Shipyard was established in Kittery in 1800, although Portsmouth is

a new Hampshire. Their shipyard is in Kittery, which is just across the border, and it's the oldest continuously serving Navy Yard in the U.S. Today Kittery is a popular tourist spot with lots of outlet stores and restaurants, so when Shawcross was born there, the population was roughly 5,300 people. Arthur's parents were Arthur Roy and Bessie Shawcross. Bessie preferred to be called Betty. And despite all the genetic problems, their son Arthur John would have, there doesn't seem to be a history of obvious mental illness in the family tree. And historians have checked. Arthur John really seemed to be an anomaly,

extreme example of the classic black sheep of the family. Prior to his great grandfather, David Shawcross, who moved from Britain to Canada to the US, Arthur's family tree traces mostly back to the UK. One ancestor was a former attorney general of Great Britain. A distant cousin was the chief British prosecutor of the Nuremberg trials. Prior to Arthur's father, who did do at least one possibly very fucked up thing.

The only scandal anyone seems to be able to find in the family tree is that his paternal grandfather, Fred married a 15 year old girl named Muriel Blake when he was 21 against her family's wishes. Muriel's parents called the police, Fred was thrown in jail, which is two days later he was out and then the pair almost immediately got married and stayed married for 49 years until Muriel passed away and then Fred would follow her to the grave just three years later. So you know, not really much of a scandal. Fred and Muriel had four children.

One of them was our subject's father Arthur Roy. And although he never went to jail over it, Arthur Roy seemed to have had a much bigger marriage scandal than his father did. Arthur Roy dropped out of school in the eighth grade, not terribly uncommon for the time. Apply for a job at the Jefferson County Highway Department became their youngest employee. Then he enlisted in the Marines after the Japanese bombing at Pearl Harbor. He'd served honorably in World War II with an artillery regiment on the first Marine division where he'd earned four battle stars.

And he'd also get married. An article from the Watertown Daily Times in 1944 will report that he married Selma June, an Australian woman on June 14th, 1943. Here's what it said. In February 1943, after cleaning up the Guadalcanal, Shawcross and his buddies were sent to Australia for arrest. While in Australia, private Shawcross attended a marine station dance,

and there he met, there he met, Miss Thelma June of Yeh, Australia. On June 14th, 1943, the couple was married in Australia. They have one child three months old, named Harley Roy Chakros. Mrs. Chakros is in Australia, residing with her parents. She will remain in Australia until the war is over. This reminds me of the recent Hell's Angel Suck, where we dived into the history of Harley Davidson's and learned that their popularity in America can be traced back to servicemen and World War II writing them, loving them, buying them after the war. I have to wonder if Harley was named after his dad's motorcycle.

Also, love that there's a little town in Australia named, yay! When Arthur Roy returns home from the war, he does not bring his new family with him and no one seems to know why. Arthur Roy certainly never publicly said. He'll keep the secret from everyone, including his family for many years. Art Senior furloughed in July of 1944 after his furlough, he's transferred to Gardoody,

the Naval Hospital in Port Smith, right near Kittery. Here he catches the attention of Bessie Eriks, aka Betty. Betty had been a factory worker since she dropped out of high school in the 10th grade. She was originally from nearby summer's worth New Hampshire just over 15 miles north, worked as a pipe fitter's helper at the Navy yard. She and Arthur fell in love, got married in November 23rd, 1944. Arthur was 21, Betty was 18 when their first child was born seven months later, Arthur, John, Shawcross. Arthur Roy, sounds like that dude was not a fan of condoms or pulling

out. His sperm seemed to have swam real well. I wonder if his first wife in Australia was still waiting for him to bring her to America when he got married again. Wish I knew more about Arthur Roy's first family. Did he just ghost Thelma? What a fucked up thing to do to someone if that was the case. She's completely abandoned them. Or did she dump him and just, you know, he chose not to talk about her? No idea. But Arthur Roy's new wife Betty will learn about Thelma years later and will not be happy. Betty was a small but domineering woman. She made sure that her house was always clean, ran a tight ship or son Arthur John. Always said he loved his mother, but also seemed nervous around her according to various

accounts. He is very interested in relationship with his mom. Betty was apparently intimidating to a lot of people. She met, she was loud, apparently had a vocabulary that would make a sailor blush. She also, according to various people who seemed to have known her well, was a good mom and a good person. When Art Senior left the military,

he worked as a county road worker and heavy equipment operator. He was known for always being calm and subdued compared to his wife. On June 19th, 1945, Betty decided to take her young son to her sister-in-law's home in Watertown, New York until her husband finished his service. According to Betty, Junior was born two months premature.

Wasn't really Junior, different names, but you know, you get it. And only weighed five pounds. And he seemed to have been an odd child right from the start. One unnamed relative would later recall about Arty's early childhood. I love this quote. Arty was a weird little bastard from the time he learned to walk.

Well, I can nail it. Another cousin would later remember or a cousin. He had brown hair and big, beautiful, dark eyes, but his baby pictures didn't look quite normal. Most babies are smiling or in tears because they're aware of the photographer. Arty had a blank look straight ahead. No expression. Something else odd about him. He almost never cried. But when he did one eye stayed dry

So signs of cognitive abnormalities perhaps right from the very start years later psychologists will note that the adult Arthur Shaw crosses facial expressions show a lack of effect or inappropriate effect Despite many, you know early indicators that Arthur was different, he also overall seemed to be developing pretty normally during his early years. He was breastfed for about two months, spoke his first word nine months, walk six months later, was weaned from the bottle a year and a half, and early in an early school interview his mom reported that he caused no problems as a baby. The family lived in cramped quarters the first few years of Arthur John's life, while his

dad resumed some pre-war work he done with the highway department and began building a small wood frame home on an acre land six miles northwest to Watertown, New York. Land donated by his father Fred. Watertown was named after the falls of the nearby Black River. The town developed in the early 1800s as an industrial and manufacturing center. Watertown is the original place of the five in dime store, the safety pin, and little trees air fresheners for random trivia. Pretty impressive for a small city of only around 25,000 people.

Around 35,000 when Arthur grew up there. Yes, another dwindling population, another rust belt casualty. Similar origin as Rochester. Pioneers settled the town in 1800. They saw the city as a potential industrial center with a river to harness for power. At waterfalls, watertown became home to a number of paper mills and steam engine factories. 1958, the Shawcross family would permanently move to this home in near watertown. A small town near Lake Ontario, New York State. Technically, their new home would lay inside the city limits of Brownville, a town right next to Watertown of a little over 6,000 people now, a little under 6, 4000 when the Shaw

Cross family moved there. Actually, a lot of Shaw Crosses would live there already when Arthur Roy and his brood moved in. The area around Arthur John's childhood home was known as Shaw Cross Corner due to the number of Shaw Crosses that lived on what used to be Fred and Muriel's land. Four different shot cross families at one point thirteen out of fifteen of Fred and Muriel's grandchildren all lived on the same acreage and actually they lived there for a time with them all as well.

A young Arthur had lots of cousins to play with grown up but didn't seem to do that much. Never really seemed to fit in. Always the odd man out. Fucking truly odd man. He'd grow up a loner, despite later getting married four times, he would stay aloneer pretty much his whole life. He also would have three siblings in Watertown to not play with.

Jeannie, James and Donna. Donna was born a year after Arthur. Jeannie was born two years after he was. James better known as Jimmy. Baby the family, age is never listed. Probably born a year after Jeannie. Arthur Roy was potent. He apparently just look at you and get your pregnant. But it was the one who kept Arthur and his little brother and little

sisters in line, you know, the homemaker, the disciplinarian, often hit her kids with the belt when they misbehaved. That might sound extreme today, but pretty common for the time. X-Marine Arthur Roy, apparently, was not a disciplinarian. Shockcross will later make a while claims a physical and sexual abuse, mainly distanced out at the hands of his mother. That will be backed up by absolutely no one who was not his defense team. According to one of Arthur's wives, Linda Nere, the Shawcrosses were especially distant from all their children emotionally. They almost never touched or hugged them. But that's, you know, also not atypical for the times. Linda claimed

that Arthur Roy and Betty had an especially rocky relationship with Arthur, who they called Arty, and that he was treated differently than his other siblings. She said that Betty told her once that Arthur was quote, the bane of her life. And I know that sounds like a fucked up thing to say about your kid, but Arthur does sound like

in this story that he probably was the bane of her life. Like he was a fucking gigantic pain in the ass from an early time. Like I would feel terrible for any of my friends if they had a kid like this motherfucker. He truly did seem to be the bane of a lot of people's existence. It's like he should have never been born. He should have been miscarried, but nature fucked up and somehow the monsters still came out. One person listed as a close relative in the best book we found on Shawcross. The Miss Begotten Sun, a serial killer in his victims, the true story of Arthur J. Shawcross by Jack Olson

and Catherine Ramzland, said, I can just imagine what his mother and father went through at home. I remember when they were putting an addition on their house and already stole the lumber and shingles to build a fort. He lined the walls with crushed fallur that his mother had brought back from a visit to New Hampshire. He didn't understand why anyone was upset. He said, I was just trying to build a fort.

There were a lot of incidents like that. Already just didn't get it. So many similar accounts from Arthur Childhood of people saying he would just fucking weird odd. So many people talking about how he basically just did not understand how life worked on any level. And he could not read between the lines, could not get the gist of what people were talking about, couldn't pick up on sarcasm, irony, none of that.

Dude, really seemed to march to the beat of his own drum, like so many of these serial killers, marched to the beat of a crazy, especially fuck up drum. According to another cousin, Nancy McBride, Betty never paid much attention to art and wasn't loving with him. But how much that was her and how much that was him? I mean, maybe he creeped her the fuck out. When he was a kid, you know, if he was anything like he would later become, you'd creep me the fuck out.

Arthur will later speak often of having a difficult relationship with his parents and siblings, especially mom. He called his mom, domineering. Will go into claims he was the source of most of his problems. More on his wilder claims regarding Betty here soon. 1950, the age of five. Arthur enrollszen kindergarten, where he will have a perfect attendance record

and seem to complete his work just fine there. However, his teachers and peers do note that he frequently regresses into speaking and baby talk. His family will later say that he frequently with the bed had nightmares, concerning considering what we know about him now, but overall not really that big of a deal for that age, other than the combo suggestion he was struggling

psychologically perhaps. His bed, what he and baby talking will last all the way into his teen years. but overall not really that big of a deal for that age, other than the combo suggestion he was struggling psychologically, perhaps. His bed, what he and baby talking will last all the way into his teen years, that's not as typical. And again, probably indicates that he was struggling mentally, which he did seem to be. We just don't know for sure why he was struggling. Was it because of mostly genetic factors?

Was it environmental, shitty home life, some combination of the two? I feel like it was mostly genetic with him Arthur also invented imaginary friends talk them in strange voices while in kindergarten in early grade school The other kids in class teased Arthur beginning in kindergarten started calling him Audi Audi amongst. I'm sure other less favorable names Audi seem to be the main one now and it pissed him off sent him into fits a rage and You know pretty fitting for this dude. Not saying it was cool for other kids to calling this,

but holy shit was he not duck. He was teased, bullied frequently at school, despite having a shit ton of cousins at the same school with him who did not stick up for him. I'm guessing when other kids called him Otty, they probably thought some version of fucking nailed it. Many of them would later say as much growing up that Arthur creeped them out or downright scared them.

There's one story about some cousins seeing him walking home with a stick resting over his shoulders say as much growing up that Arthur creeped them out or downright scared them. There's one story about some cousins seeing him walking home with a stick resting over his shoulders at one point growing up. At the end of the stick, like a little hobo stick, like he's going on the train tracks, but at the end of the stick, instead of like a little, you know, hanger chiff with food and stuff in it, he had a snapping turtle that he had found

and he had shish kabopt. He ran a stick through this poor turtle's ass, came out to the creature's mouth, guessing it was alive when he did that. And he walked home carrying it over shoulder like that was just a normal thing to do. People freaked out, he just seemed surprised. Another time I forget into some kind of argument with the cousin, they saw him in a tree pointing to 22 rifle at their father who was mowing his lawn nearby. And when they confronted him about it later, he told him that he could have easily killed their dead, so that he could kill him like shooting fish in a barrel.

Basically everyone interviewed about what he was like as a kid, relayed some basic message of, yeah, he was disturbed. Arthur got good grades during the first few years of school, but also a loner, didn't make any friends. He would often sit inside at recess, while the other kids played outside. He tried to make friends by doing favors,

giving out candy. Other kids would just, you know, take his us candy whatever things, but then just continue teasing him And fucking kids man. They seem to be a little nicer now due to teachers, you know, keeping a closer eye and shit like that Less societal tolerance for bullying Historically pretty fucking brutal towards anyone they consider to be a weirdo Instead of getting back at his bullies at some point early in grade school, he becomes a bully He starts picking on the younger kids until they cry He will remain a bully like this.

It seems the rest of his life. 1953, Arthur's in third grade, and his behavior in grades suddenly began to suffer. A psych test now ordered by his teachers reveals that his, you know, poor behavior is based on feelings of inadequacy, rejection, hostility directed at his parents, lower than average IQ, and some non-specific learning disabilities. Once he made it to the third grade, he just couldn't keep up with his peers anymore. He would never be able to keep up again. One cousin referencing how Arthur just wasn't a real bright kid,

talking about how he took everything literally. Like if he told him the cow jumped over the moon, he would actually look up into the sky and try and find the cow. With no sense of humor about it. Art's teachers also noticed in grade school that he had a complicated relationship with his mom Betty, you know, loved her, tried to get her attention with gifts, according to some of them, but she just didn't seem to care. Art's his family blamed the school for his behavior, the school seemed to blame most he Betty.

Art would repeat the third grade, then he would also take two years to pass the fourth grade as well. His additional struggle in his school did seem to coincide with some extra struggles at home when he was nine, when he was in third grade, the first time around, his mom Betty found out that, you know, his dad, art senior had that other wife and son in Australia. Some of Betty's relatives noted that she became a different woman after that, an angrier person. She became jealous, but sometimes flying to Fitzgerald's rage, and that, you know, dad

Arthur Roy became quiet and withdrawn. So shit is tense at home now. Young Arthur responds by starting to run away, usually just over to his grandma's house, but sometimes he'd make it out of the area completely once apparently he made it all the way to Canada. Or so he said, which is, you know, questionable. He'd already started to develop a temper by the time he's in third grade, and when things get volatile at home, it becomes an explosive temper.

Echoes of Ed Kemper's mother why? Why do I feel such rage inside of me? Orthal will claim that in addition to finding out that his dad forgot to mention he already had a family when he married his mom and mom was totally not cool about it. All sorts of extra wild shit starts happening at home. He claimed he was now being physically and sexually abused by family members. Betty Shockross will later vehemently deny these allegations, saying her strange son had a perfect normal childhood.

And all the events he spoke about were a product of his overactive imagination, you know, combined with brain damage. Her take on the abuse maybe or probably not happening is supported by the fact that Shockross did suffer brain damage growing up and was known to be a notorious liar by the time he made these confessions after his arrest for multiple murders. And in subsequent years, he would frequently

change his stories about all this just about every time he was asked. Regardless, let's go over some of the claims she refuted. He didn't always lie. So who knows? By the age of seven, Arthur said he was already frequently masturbating and engaging in oral sex with girls around his own age. When he was nine, he said his aunt Tina allegedly molested him, forced him to perform oral sex on her. He was real interested in oral sex. He developed a real unhealthy fixation on cuddling. The stimulation of the female genitals with the lips or tongue, you know, again, oral sex.

In this sense, it'll be combined with a lot of the violence he'll inflict on women later once he starts killing in Rochester. He'll later go real heavy on the teeth. Instead of using his lips and tongue, his oral technique when going down in the ladies left a lot to be desired. Art claimed he had his first homosexual encounter, age 11, said a man picked him up in a red convertible. He said the man held him by the throat, performed oral sex on him, always oral sex with

this guy, and that the man then anally raped him, dropped him off near his house. Arthur said that after this incident, he could no longer reach orgasm without hurting himself. All of this is that around this time, he began sexually experimenting with animals. He would tell various interviewers, psychiatrists, investigators, etc. Whoever would listen. The growing up, he had sex with sheep, cows, horse. Even once accidentally killed a chicken,

I'll try and have sex with a chicken. And I hope for the sake of those poor animals, he was making that shit up for shock value. Cause he did seem to really enjoy shock in the people who interviewed him especially ladies. Also, I don't think, you know, this is the first time we've come across someone claiming to say that they fucked a chicken, growing up.

I just can't figure out who it was. I thought I was Henry Lee Lucas, but it's not the notes. Why chicken? It's not just small animal. You know, and it has those feet that look like they just really claw you up. How does anyone ever think that putting your dick near or in a chicken is gonna work out at any level?

Oh wait, I know, other fucking crazy, when they're severely mentally ill. That's how that works. Also, if you're telling the truth, not the first time we've come across a cow fucker, right? German serial killer, Yahoo, Carl, love cows. I mean, really, really love them.

Oh yeah, I was a sexy car lover. I wish I could have met Mr. Shaw Cross and go on on some farm to us, know together or something, maybe open up a patting zoo together. Maybe patting zoo does a day, patting brothel zoo at the night. Arthur also claimed that he had a sexual relationship with the sister Jeannie when he was 14 and she

was 12. Jeannie like her mom would aggressively deny these allegations being furiated by them. Arthur also claimed to have a sexual relationship with the cousin named Linda. Linda did not deny this. She went on record many times saying that not only did they have sex, but the sex was amazing, mind blowing. Best sex she ever had, and that if she had one wish, you know, when she was interviewed towards the end of her life,

it would be to bring Shotcross back from the dead so we could make sweet, sweet love to her one last time. Before he died, she would visit Shotcross in prison for conjugals, as often as it was allowed until officials found out they were close if they lay didn and put a stop to it. And even then, you know, they were a matter. They got it. Many of them had also fucked him or been fucked by him. You know, numerous officials would eventually lose their jobs for, you know, having Arthur go down on them or go down on Arthur's stud muffin Jocross. They said in addition, just being a really, really good looking guy. He had a powerful sexual magnetism about him uh... getting of course he's probably the least attractive

siruokiller we've ever looked at uh... he definitely the running even Albert fish and yahim krol would have fucking destroyed the student of you pageant that's that's saying a lot and i'll be comfortable saying something that mean because of how shitty of a person became you know how heinous crimes were uh... cousin of course did not back up are through claims of fuckery are through to all psychologists attorneys reporters that is mom perform notice how heinous his crimes were. Cousinland of course did not back up Arthur's claims of fuckery. Arthur told psychologists as attorneys, reporters, that his mom performed oral sex on him for years,

that he performed oral sex on her for years as well. Again, dude spent a lot of time talking about all the policies he ate. Real unfortunately, he will also later talk about literally eating some of these policies. When he was 14, he said mom had intercourse with him and that freaked him out, right? Then he ran away all the way to Canada. I don't know that that happened. Also claimed

that at some point his mom satanized him with a broomstick. That particular claim highly doubted by numerous psychiatrist, fellow true crime junkies, people familiar with the case, because there's no medical records associated with that kind of physical trauma, you know, the kind of trauma that being satanized with a broomstick would entail. I don't believe this claim. However, I guess it is possible. I wasn't there. And I guess the kind of parent who would satamize you with a broomstick is probably not

the kind of parent who's going to take you to a doctor if you experience severe rectal tearing and bleeding afterwards. I bet he would actually call the prosecutor during Arthur's trial and Rochester and ask, why is art saying these things? Yeah, really upset her. She was embarrassed and insisted it was all lies. Addressing why she would ever do that art said in a 2008 interview, well, can you picture what would happen to a person if she admitted she did the shit like that to me? In response to accusations, they do his line, he said, how do they know?

I know because I was there. I know what I had to go through. I don't have medical records. You know, I didn't have them when my mom was abusing me. You think my mom took me to a doctor when she was giving me oral sex? That's bullshit. And again, if this was somebody different in different case, I would give more credence to what he's saying, but no part of me believes any of these stories with art.

A later in life, Arthur would say that because of all this, he developed difficulty with maintaining an erection and reaching orgasm, which is why he preferred giving oral sex to women over intercourse. Okay, all of his sexual abuse claims now addressed. Let's return to things that didn't maybe kind of possibly happen and return to things that either definitely or at least probably happen. Backing up to when he was in third grade, there's another reason his behavior might have

suddenly and significantly worsened. And as Nelson did with his dad or any other family member, one source stated that around this age, he got hit in the head with a rock hard enough for him to lose consciousness. Doesn't say who threw it, only that he took a rock to the head and that it knocked him the fuck out. This claim doesn't seem to be backed up by any medical records, but others will be.

You know, other similar claims of head injuries. Moving into later grade school in junior high, he starts to steal. She's like sodas, ice cream, radios, lots of shoplifting. He became sexually aroused by fire, you know, that's not scary or anything. He becomes defined at home, refuses to do his chores, starts getting in trouble for fighting at school, moving into his teen years, art is still wet in the bed, having nightmares. And instead of the baby talk, he's talking in strange, high-pitched voices.. For a time he liked to walk right outside chanting die die die over and over

He's throwing wild temper tantrums at school other kids have moved on from Audi now. They're mostly calling him crazy boy Girlfriend he had his team said he told her one day that he'd be glad in the woods to kind of get away from it all He'd be all full of rage, you know angry at people teasing him and then he would still hear voices out of the trees You know people voices coming from places, you know who knows at people teasing him, and then he would still hear voices out of the trees, you know, voices coming from places, you know, who knows where he couldn't find anybody. This dude was really not stable. One cousin Nancy McBride Baker said that by the time he was in his teens, she and a lot of the other kids who lived near him were afraid of him.

She said that her brother Ron once had a, or her brother Ron once said that a fort art made look dumb. So I said, ah, looks dumb. I already got so many grabbed a fucking block of ice, smashed her on the head with it, then he pounced on him, started hitting him over and over until she and some other family members, you know, were able to pull him off. She said her mom said, sooner or later, he's going to kill somebody. Then one day, he almost killed her. She lived next door in one night. She snuck out to meet up with her boyfriend when the sun went down. Arthur must have been, you know, watching for her something because he was hiding outside his house when

this happened when she walked past. He pops out from around the corner, hits her in the legs with a baseball bat, drops her to the ground. She falls, her boyfriend runs over, starts to run over to find Arthur, now standing about for laughing, saying, I'm going to chop your head off, he grabbed an axe that he had. Her boyfriend ripped the axe handle out of his hand and then beat his ass. She never played with him again after that I bet not.

And then she was on the lookout around her house for the rest of her fucking childhood for this too. Said one day Arthur showed up at her apartment in watertown nine years later and she pretended not to be home. Still terrified. Still worried he was going to train killer. Then it was a menace. When he wasn't trying to kill a cousin, he was definitely killing animals. He was known to snap rabbits necks, put bats and family members cars, tie cats together, throw them over clotheslines, hit squirrels with bats, drown cats, ripped the feathers off of baby birds. He would shoot darts at frogs that he had caught and then nailed to a fucking dartboard. Another cousin, Linda

Cobb, would tell reporters after Arthur was arrested for murder that she watched him numerous times skinned fish that were still alive. If you try and keep alive as he's skinning them, because you wanted to see how long would take him to die, that he seemed to have taken a lot of pleasure in doing shit like that. One day, a neighbor, Kate remembered him carrying a burlap sack to a nearby lake. This kid was fishing at. He said, uh, who says cats can't swim, that he took a kitten out of the bag, tossed it out into the water. When the cat swam to shore, he grabbed it, heaved it farther back out into the lake. After three or four throws, his other boy turned away and left, he said, I knew what was

going to happen. What the fuck? It was a psycho path. When you see how he looked and combined it with all these stories, it's like he was a bad guy in an 80s slasher flick. Like a young, he's like the origin story, you know, like the young Jason Voorhees, young Michael Myers, but maybe Dumber, probably Dumber. Uh, we're looking into his childhood. We're watching the origin story of a monster in a B horror movie franchise.

1961, artist 16. He's also still in the eighth grade. He's a tallest kid in class. He's shaving now. He described as having broad, powerful shoulders, the slope down at an odd angle that combined with his recessed eyes and furrowed brow made him look like a fucking monkey or an ape or something. Visually at any age, again, just doesn't look right. Refer to one of my own old stand-up jokes, he looked visually insane, like you could diagnose serious mental illness off of any picture ever

taking him. He now joins the wrestling team. Of course he does. He's much older than other kids, and he loves violence. He was apparently too violent to be a good wrestler though. Too much violence, not enough brains, not enough self control. His former teammate Jim Robbins later recalled wrestling with him in the 145 to 154 pound class saying he had a lot of natural talent and he was as hard as an anvil but he couldn't concentrate. He was always too mad. You don't wrestle from anger.

He'd forget his holds and you share strength. Or he'd try the TV crap, body slams, airplane spins. I'm fucking love he'd try to airplane spins. Flying mayors. If he lost, he went nuts. I saw him throw a chair at a guy that pinned him. If he wanted to keep beating on the guy until he was pulled off, he slammed one opponent across his knee and threw another one into the seats.

Coach would yell, no, shock cross, no! Sometimes he was, this guy is such a fucking menace. Sometimes he was disqualified. He threw punches till his face was red. And the veins stuck out. God, I wish there was just footage, you know, somewhere from his old matches of these kind of wrestling matches. Friday night at the Watertown Junior High Auditorium

in multi-purpose Room, we have Arthur Crazy Boy Shocklops, the killer from Kittery, the Brownville Bruiser, the Watertown Weirdo, taking on Tom Terrified average 13 year old Anderson, normal eighth grade or a normal eighth grade age who doesn't drown cats, throw darts at frogs, or try and kill cusses. One is still waiting to go through puberty, the other has probably already beaten a hobo to death in the woods. Come on down to grab a free seat. You can have the whole seat, but you'll only need the edge.

This guy was fucking out of control. Long before he killed anyone. Arthur also tried playing baseball. Football, the cross, track, didn't do well at any of these sports, did, according to some sources, get numerous head injuries. No one from his family ever came to watch him compete. They were probably just glad he wasn't home. While he never experienced any success athletically,

again though, let me at least reference one head injury, serious one that comes from numerous sources and it's just preposterous. Apparently one day at track practice, this dude took a fucking discus to the head, a discus, sweet Jesus. It is crazy that he lived through that. God damn, too bad it didn't kill him actually.

It would've been so much better for the world but I can't believe he's taking a rock and a discus now. Knocked him out cold, went a little for this one. Bad concussion, I mean, he had to have had a skull fracture but it doesn't say that, I don't know, 1962, 817 Arthur dropped that a skull in the middle of ninth grade. He's flunking all of his classes.

He wasn't going to pass, you know, he wasn't going to make it to the tenth grade. At the rate he was going, he would have graduated high school, I don't know, but sometime between 30 and 40 years old. Also right before he dropped out, he challenged a popular teacher to a fight, and I guess the guy just beat his ass, just bounced him off a fucking wall in front of his classmates. So he's embarrassed, He's gonna flunk. Uh, with no school to at least keep him from running around town anymore, he quickly falls into a life of odd jobs and crime.

He starts working random jobs, bailing hay, milking, hopefully not fucking cows, roofing. Uh, he works as a stock clerk, his primary interest, according to an acquaintance, years later, we're stealing, starting fires and sex. Uh, and you may have also become a peeping Tom. Here's something else creepy, he's up to, uh, spine on starting fires and sex. And you may have also become a peeping Tom. Here's something else creepy he was up to, spying on his mom and sisters. Some kids from his neighborhood, years later would say that he drilled peep holes

into the walls of his house. He supposedly showed these kids the holes that he drilled and would tell them stuff like, oh yeah, last night I saw my parents having sex or I saw my sister naked, like that kind of shit. So much of them taking this kid to the lake and just did to him what he did to that kid. Right?

He was such a weirdo. His behavior continued to defy explanation. When he'd walk towards downtown Brownville, he was known for just like, he would just like break into a crazy sprint for like 20, 30 yards, then walk again for 20, 30 yards, then sprint again like he was being chased by demons.

He had all sorts of weird quirks. When he would get out of chair, he would grab his ass and pretend had all sorts of weird quirks. When he would get out of chair, he would grab his ass and pretend to lift himself out of the chair. Like, I guess no one ever thought this funny, but he just did it all the time like for years. Couldn't pick up that no one liked this.

He would go to dances and just whirl and spin around like a maniac, like he's having a seizure. An acquaintance later recalled, years before spasiness was in style, already dance spasmy. He was ahead of his time, he said sarcastically. This kind of reminds me of a murderous version of a dude I went to high school with. A guy who was and still is very off. I don't know what the kid I knew was eventually diagnosed with, but everybody knew that he

had a lot of stuff he's dealing with. He ended up on disability from psychological problems because his brain has just never worked right. Shaw Cross just never playing with a full dick. December, 1963, now 18, Arthur receives his first probationary sentence for smashing the window of a local sears store in a robbery attempt. He got probation because he didn't actually steal anything. I guess he just kind of panicked once the window was smashed.

Uh, also, goddamn, I actually forgot about this, the notes. Uh, we'll work in one of his odd jobs. He takes a fucking sledgehammer to the head now. Well, he gets knocked out for several hours. And he's taking the hospital. Oh my God, this is at least a third time these have been knocked out called Rock Discus Sledgehammer. He's 18.

It sounds like a fucked up version of Rock Paper Scissors. To say, from this one, when you lose, you get smashed in the head violently with the rock discousers' sledgehammer. I feel like this episode is starting to come across like a PSA. You know, some government program to get kids to be more aware of their surroundings so that they don't suffer numerous serious head injuries, maybe wear helmets all the time, so they don't turn into monsters, you know, like shot-cross. Hey. Is your child already a little odd? Do you want your kid to graduate from taking and talking to themselves to torturing small

animals to death or to having the sexual chickens? Do you want your child to try and cut their cousin's head off or to drill a pea pole into your room? No? Then tell them to stick their head into their ass. The ass safety method that is always wear a helmet. Stay alert. Stay aware. A-S-S. Don't pull your head out of your ass stick it in your a S S always wear helmet stay alert Stay aware September 1964 Arthur is finally not living a bile of his family I want to say through a block party celebrate not having this maniac consi around them anymore. He marries his first wife

Somehow, he's able to find someone to marry just with with all this going on. Super lucky lady, obviously high standard having Sarah Chatterton. He's 19, she's 20, they've been dating less than a year. They met in the stock room of the family bargain center in Watertown where both held menial jobs. I get the impression while she wasn't violent and not as weird, she was, you know, on the same intellectually impaired level as Arthur.

The two moved into a trailer on some land owned by Sarah's parents. He's their problem now. Arthur's family hoped that Mary and Sarah would help settle him down. Nope. Extreme untreated mental illness and brain damage doesn't just go away when you get a girlfriend. Arthur got fired from Family Bargain Center for making a comment to a woman who asked for a 44 D bra. Supposedly telling her, hey lady, you gotta go to Syracuse, we don't have nothing that big here. And then Syrac quit in solidarity. I'm guessing that was not exactly what he said.

And that they already wanted to fire him before that. Maybe he said something like, sorry, watermelon tits, you're gonna have to take those dick pills to the circus. Ha, ha, ha, ha. Or 44 D, we don't have a broth for those milk towers, but I can support them with my face. Maybe a 44d look like 44 or 46 ease to me. Let me slap my six inch of me ruler in between them. Make sure we really know what sides we're working with. Sweet Puss. Something like that. I'm sure it was way

fucking creepier than the way they laid it out. Forgetting fire. Arthur finds a new job construction and then gets fired there. Works a series of odd jobs after this. Fucking who knows how many head injuries you forgot to mention. Often stole from work, faked injuries

to collect workman's compensation. He also, according to some of his cousins, started having sexual problems if he hadn't been having him before. Few weeks into his marriage, when one cousin asked him how his sex life was going, he reportedly said, I ain't got her yet.

As his quote, I ain't, I ain't got her yet. What a fucking creepy ass I ain't say. How's married life? I ain't, I ain't got her yet. I ain't crap her yet. Rumors floated around, possibly started by his young wife that he was struggling with impotence. In early 1965, he must have gotten up at least one,

so her wife had a boyfriend she didn't tell him about, because in October that year, Sarah gave birth to Arthur's first child, a boy named Michael, and he was not happy. He would later say he never wanted kids. That's true, the baby Sarah allegedly refused to have sex and for reasons never made entirely clear. Maybe he finally told her about his days of fucking chickens.

Maybe he asked her to address up like a chicken, or like a cow, or like a sister. Any of that would fuck up most couple sex lives. I imagine around this time he gets a job as a butcher's apprentice and loves it. No surprise there. He would discuss and scare Sarah with drawn out tales about cutting up animals being covered in their blood. Excited him and very happy.

No red flags there. Nothing, nothing at all to be worried about there. November of 1965 Arthur is given another probationary charge for second degree burglary. Also assaulted a 13-year-old who hit his car with a snowball that month. Oh man, this boy's mom filed a complaint. You got six months probation for a plea deal. That's probably as funny as crime. That kid really picked the wrong car to throw a snowball at. Holy shit. A cousin would later tell the authors that Miss Begotten's son book. I went to visit him and Sarah in their trailer, this customer called. It was cold as hell.

I used to snow everywhere. When I walked in, I already says, I just got her. Jesus! Jesus in the back resting. Going and getting her if you want. Fucking classic arti, on brand. He continued when I said no, he kept on saying she's still back there going go get her. I said no thanks. God, this guy's he's fucking cartoon or see creepy after a while.

We left in his Pontiac and a kid hits the car with a snowball already slams on the brakes. He always ran funny, he bent over frontwards, but he could cover ground. When the kid went into his house, already busted through the storm door, slapped the kid around on the way out. He got caught in the broken door. A girl started yelling inside already protected now that his shoulder was broken. already busted through the storm door, slapped the kid around. On the way out, he got caught in the broken door, a girl started yelling inside, already pretended now that his shoulder was broken,

and started crying like a baby. He got loose, he says to me, you're gonna have to drive, you don't mind, do you? All the way to water town, he kept moaning. He would pass out, wake up and moan again, but then suddenly he'd snap out of it and say things like, how's it drive? Lot of power, right?

Son of a bitch was faking as usual. I knew his act. Again, this dude was fucking crazy. What if that kid later found out about Shachrassa killing a few kids? Oh man. Kids mom reported him. You know, he's picked up, arrested. After three days behind bars, he pled guilty

to unlawful entry, sentenced to six additional months probation. Judge took note of the offenders behavior or to the psychiatric exam. Mental health clinic found him to be emotionally unstable, personality, who reacted with excitability and ineffectiveness when confronted by minor stress. Okay, after this evaluation, after getting sick, live with his psycho, Sarah Files for divorce Arthur gives up custody of his son.

He will never see him or even try to see him again. Kid lucked out there. Arthur will later say that they separated because she didn't want to give him oral sex or receive oral sex from him. And that was the only kind you really liked. Uh huh. After another year or so of creeping everyone in the area out,

probably killing a lot more animals, maybe peeping on some folks, April 7th, 1967, 20-year-old Arthur is drafted into the army to fight in the Vietnam War. Apparently, they would take literally fucking anyone at that time. Long as they were physically able, it didn't matter what their brain was like. Our completed basic training that for Ben and Georgia became a supply and parts specialist. Got in a little trouble in Georgia early on, but nothing major.

Fail to show up to work. It was fine to 11 bucks and restricted to post for 14 days and then he faced no charges after that and seemed to behave himself. Also made a new lady friend, Linda Neary, and then married her after a brief courtship. Linda's birth name was Phyllis Lee Brown. She was adopted by the Neary family. They changed her name in 1966. She got a job working as a bartender at a square dance hall called McFarlane's Loft. And that's when she met Dancing Superstar crazy boy got some crazy feet chocross He asked her to dance she agreed for reasons. I will never understand and

They spent the evening talking about his first wife and his job I'm guessing he left out the part about beating up that kid or leaving her cuz she wouldn't let him eat her pussy or maybe not Maybe that got her engine revving They went on a few dates, you know, she learned that he only wanted to be called art or arty They love fishing hated hated driving, and hated school. He also constantly talked about his mom and winning her approval. Probably left out the peeping Tom stuff. Probably left out the fantasy about her blowing him all the time.

Or eat him up all the time. Or again, maybe that was exactly what she wanted to hear, but I doubt it. She learned artie was extremely inflexible. He never deviated from the plan, hated being late, and never pushed her for sex. Linda's family didn't want her to get married until already was out of the army, but they didn't listen. I think I married one day before his leave ended in a local church. Linda's 20, Arthur John 22. Instead of having sex on their wedding night, Linda found it odd that already, instead, went fishing alone. Ah, yeah, that's, that's, that's pretty odd. Next day he told Linda about his past crimes and arrests, wonder how that talk went, then

he packed up his fishing gear, left for Vietnam without consummating the marriage. The watertown daily times he poured the marriage and then his first wife Sarah called Linda to tell her that Arthur was fucking crazy, uh, Linda didn't believe her. She would learn, learn soon enough that Sarah was not kidding. Uh, from April 1967 to September 1968, Shockross served a tour of duty in Vietnam, worked with the force supply and transport company of the fourth infantry division as a supply clerk in a non combat role. He arranged a distribution of ammunition and had to travel to various units by helicopter. Nothing, absolutely nothing in his records

indicates that he ever saw combat, let alone participated in combat. Already oddball, however, would claim for the rest of his life that he was a weapon specialist who completed quote, one man kill him all mission. Hunting Viet Cong, like a bunch of Rambo shicked.

One of Arthur's favorite stories to retell was about how he once murdered and cannibalized two young Vietnamese girls Said he found them hiding guns in a tree. So we shot one tied the other to the tree Then he cut the injured one woman's head off Put it on a post for the Vietcong to see then he cut off part of her thigh and ate it Said the second lady now pissed and shit herself with fear then he went down on that lady, you know Airpuss then Rape dirtfter then shot on the head. He

Love to tell the story especially to women interviewing him Seems if the story was entirely fantasy, but it was a fantasy that he would try to reenact or you know Act out in real life in some ways with all two real victims later like variations of it I don't know Maybe he did do something to some poor woman over there Doubt she was armed. She's probably a sex worker because he did say he attacked several Vietnamese sex workers. Some of them as young as 11 and maybe he did. Maybe this is when and where he began to terrorize, possibly even kill sex workers. Maybe this is where he first killed children. Dude loved to shock people. It tells about his depravity, but he

really would also do a lot of horrible shit. Shockcross also claimed to have killed 39 soldiers in combat and virtually no one believes that highly disputed by authorities and those he served with uh... this claim literally laughed at by some uh... he would become a one-man killing machine but only when the enemy was unarmed women and children who had you know uh... who gained their trust of our third return home from the Vietnam in the fall of nineteen sixty eight experience violent flashbacks and nightmares one night when linda touched him in this in a sleep

he is so hard to almost broke a job probably traumatized traumatized by memories of some poor sex worker fighting back when he tried to attack her or something. Arthur was transferred to Fort Sill, Oklahoma to finish the service as an armorer and an Oklahoma of the shot crosses apparently lived a somewhat normal life for a little while. Already works spent time outdoors, Linda did volunteer teaching. She would later say that everything was fine except for their sex life. Already had trouble getting and maintaining erections. We get very angry about it. She didn't know what to do.

She also noticed how Arthur loved hugging and cuddling. He was obsessed with non-sexual affection. Linda once asked him how his parents showed him love and he said by giving me things I wanted. Okay, interesting, but is that true? Or was that just another fantasy told her about his childhood? He would tell so many different people, so many different things.

It was truly a pathological liar. It's time past art's mood turned dark. This may have been triggered by yet another terrible head injury. This time, he fell off, he fell off a 40 foot ladder. I guess he hit his head when he landed. And smash his head into the ground, knocked unconscious, taking off his feeling, can't.

Rock, discus, sledgehammer, ladder. In an interview I watched that he gave many years later, he shows the interviewer several significant scars and what I would just call fucking dense in his big head. When his brain was examined after he died, his frontal lobe was found to have like significant scarring on it. They knew before he died, he had a cyst on his frontal lobe.

His never worked out well to begin with brain. It's so goddamn scrambled by this point. Now it becomes severely depressed. He tells Linda he hated his job because he hated authority. He tells her that his parents never allowed him to cry. So that affected his moods. One day he comes home from work, says he needs to see a psychiatrist. He's upset, refuses to talk. He's soon speaks with an army psychiatrist who suggested he be committed to a mental hospital. The doctor refused to tell Linda why he should be committed and then she refused to sign the commitment papers. Wonder what that doctor was too afraid to tell her.

Ma'am, medically speaking, scientifically speaking, your husband should not just be committed. He should be exterminated, he should be put down. He is, as we say in the biz, a fucking lunatic. And he needed to run. Like now, run away, all stall him. Right now, just never stop running. She called Arthur's parents, asked them what she should do.

They both insisted, nothing was wrong with her son and refused to have him committed. Big mistake. I'm kind of surprised by that, right? They knew he was so fucked up. Why not have him committed? I wonder if it was because of embarrassment, you know, maybe what their friends, neighbors, and family would think,

right? It seems like they're a weird son, who's finally making something to himself now. He's married, he's in the military, but now crazy boy's gonna be committed. So much stigma around mental health back then. Arthur did take some kind of prescribed meds, but they didn't seem to help.

Not long after refusing to be committed, he and Linda's dog, still puppy, still A puppy, excuse me, nipped it Arthur. So you know, he overreact slightly, throws against the wall, then snaps the snack and kills it. So just a bit of an overreaction. We bit terrifying for Linda. Bojangles told me he would have loved to see Shockross try and pull that shit with him.

Linda later said, I kept thinking about how quick it happened instantly. What would he do to me the next time he lost his temper? He seemed to be losing control. He'd go from quiet to violent in a split second, and there didn't need to be a reason. I was afraid of him. I still loved him, but I kept hearing him snap that dog's neck. Can you imagine seeing your partner do that? Can you come back from that in a relationship?

If Lindsay did that to like Penny or Ginger Bells, sweet Gigi, I think we're done. Makes me think about what we learned early about his brain, how he truly had trouble regulating his mood, biologically more prone to violence in the average person. Spring in 1969, Arthur is honorably discharged from the army. Linda is three months pregnant at this time. They moved to Clayton on the St. Lawrence River,

just a 20-minute drive north of Watertown. He's back, right? The pride of Jefferson County, the prodigal son returns. Arthur makes a disability claim. It's awarded $23 a month, not much, still less than $200 in today's money with a gesture for inflation.

Despite bringing in almost no money, he doesn't want to look for a job, wants a fish all day. Starts drinking a lot, line, also starts criticizing Starts drinking a lot, line, also starts criticizing Linda's appearance a lot. In April of 1969 at Linda's insistence, he gets a job at a local paper mill. After just three weeks on the job,

he earned a commendation for putting out a fire, which sounds very impressive until he realized he probably started the fire. Started to become weirdly jealous around this time. He suddenly didn't want Linda to spend time with their family one day when she returned home from visiting her brother who she had not seen in 11 years. She and Arthur got into a crazy fight.

He told her, well, you could spend some time with me. She responded, I'm always here with you and he just fucking went nuts, right? Then when Linda asked him if he was ready to eat dinner, she says, now he's like, so angry already, he says, she says he got the same look on she says that he's like so angry already he says she says the same look on his face that he had the night he killed her dog i was four months pregnant tried to put my hands over my stomach but i couldn't block

his fists he beat me till i blacked out and then she miscarried her brother then goes to their house punches are third threatens to kill him if he ever touches linda again to but he didn't kill him that day uh... linda's father also into the house sees that are through attempted suicide by slash his wrists uh... linda now tells a social worker she wants to end the marriage. She is discharged from the hospital after two weeks of being there after her beating. When

she gets home, Arthur refuses to leave the house. So when he leaves her work one day, she know, dad, pack up all of shit, put it out on the front steps, lock him out. Fuck you bro. Hail Nimrod, good guidance, Lucififerina Arthur tells her he's going to contest a divorce But she refuses to back down and does get it all taken care of and then art moves him with a friend And while live with that friend. He sets fire to a nearby barn It's that fire to a milk plant gets arrested for both He is convicted of arson now sends to five years in prison. He will serve two He will serve the first six months of a sentence in the infamous Attica

Correctional Facility, Natica, New York. He will claim later that three black inmates raped him there and that he then beat and raped each one of them in a little campaign of vengeance. I'm gonna say no, I'm gonna call Bullshit on all that. Highly doubt it. It reminds me of the Vietnam shit. Maybe the first part where he got raped happened.

But I doubt even that, he was not a looker. I the first part where he got raped happened, but I doubt even that. He was not a looker. I bet those guys, if they were real, could have easily found some sexier butts. He served the remainder of his sentence at the Auburn Correctional Facility in Auburn, New York, and while in prison, Lyndon, arts, divorce, his finalized on October of 1969, and then she never sees him again. October 18, 1971, Arthur is released from prison before his five years are up because he saved

the prison guard who was clubbed during a riot. Not sure how that came about. Nice to say, he probably ever did in his life. Maybe he just thought that would get him out early. He moves back home. I'm sure mom and dad are thrilled. Yay! Our sweet boy is returned. Then he gets a job as a handyman at the Watertown Public Works Department. A prison psychiatrist recommended he be kept under close supervision and undergo outpatient therapy. He was actually mandated to undergo outpatient therapy, but he didn't. And because the parole board was short staffed and underfunded, no one followed up on punishment

him for that. Once home reunites with Penny, Nickel, Sherbino, childhood friend of Genie's. Remember Genie? Little sister, he claimed to sleep with with growing up when he peeped on Now she's setting him up with her friend Penny. That's cool. This should end well Penny and Arthur had known each other since they were kids since the uh since the 50s They both attended general brown central school and why the fuck would you ever want to talk this weirdo if you grew up with him Why would you marry him? clearly her life is in shambles

Or maybe she remembered him dominating on the wrestling mat The two reconnected in January of 1972 in front of the local JC pennies are with 26 said he had just left the army Probably told her he got in like 15 purple hearts, you know 30 40 purple, you know or superstars Maybe five or ten medals of honor, you know probably had a battleship or two named after him Who's in talks with Hollywood producers dev Clint, Clint Eastwood, play him in a movie. No, big deal. Penny had two kids from a previous relationship. He and Penny go on a few dates. She would later say he was fascinated by her four year old son and two year old daughter, not creepy at all. She becomes pregnant by their fifth date. Apparently, he was able to

get it up with her and was as potent as his father. Arthur promised he would help her raise a child. They move in together at the Cloverdale apartments in Watertown. Once they start living together, Penny remembers him becoming a complete fucking weirdo. I don't know how she didn't know that already. He's now an extremely neat man who values order, demands that she iron him a white shirt every morning.

He refuses drive to work, he will walk six to eight miles to work every day. Eventually he will save up for a bike and ride that instead. He often leaves after dinner to go fishing but never brings so many fish. And it does so many crazy things. One time he just out of the blue gives a neighbor flowers, along with a note that reads, these are for your grave. There was nothing wrong with this neighbor. That is crappiest fuck. Imagine getting flowers in a note like that randomly from a neighbor. How much is that gonna mess you up? Especially

if you hadn't even had an interaction. Don't eat anything with the guy. Do that to a neighbor. Let the rest of us know how it goes. Holy fuck, he was nuts. Out of all the other killers we've covered so far, he reminds me the most of Richard Chase, the vampire of Sacramento, right? The guy who used the penis of a baby, he killed his distraught to drink blood with. One of the most fucked up things I've ever heard of anyone do it. Arthur also starts flirting with other women in front of Penny. Tell us heard that her kids are annoying him now, but also seems obsessed with other people's kids, especially little boys with blonde hair, likes to play with kids on the apartment's playground after work. Fucking what? The story's about to get even more ridiculous. He now begins to regularly start playing

with other people, small children, at the apartment playground. And it's not like he's there watching Penny's kids. He would just go and just hang out with little kids. He like rough house with them. Sometimes he would rough house with him, you know, too much that we get scared of him. No one makes him stop.

Why the fuck is he out there rough housing with other people's kids? Dude, I used to take my kids to parks all the time when they were young and we lived in Santa Monica And if some other grown up would have just like started playing with them and grabbed one of them in some kind of game Holy shit, we would have had some words. I would have lost my fucking mind I wonder if anyone told him to fuck off stay away from the goddamn playground. Apparently not Um, if a stranger starts playing with your kids in a way that makes you even slightly uncomfortable, do not hesitate to cause a scene.

Go gather other people to help you if you're scared. I would love to see creepy adults like this get fucking straight up lynched. Just get their ass beat by an angry mob for stuff like this. I'd love to watch YouTube videos of creeps hanging around, playgrounds just being confronted by an angry mob who just kick the shit out of them. Could not find those videos with a quick search, unfortunately. We need a zero tolerance policy for weirdos, fuck with the kids.

Penny's daughter tells her around this time that she's afraid of being alone with Arthur, so smart kid. Penny didn't want to get married, but her pregnancy is starting to show. She doesn't want to tarnish the family name, all that dumb bullshit, so she plans a marriage with Arthur.

His mom and sister opposed the marriage, but won't say why. On April 22nd, 1972, they get married. He is 26, Penny is, you know, she is, oh my gosh, 22. Sorry, I didn't write her age, I'm not gonna guess. Why am I making up age for her? She's younger, she's a little younger. The first, you know, um, two, uh, left shit.

Oh, sorry, now I know what I'm saying. I got so confused, hung up on her age. Um, yeah, he gets, he gets married for the third time. And his first two have already left because he scared them. There we go. Now everything's making sense. Uh, they have a small reception at Penny's brother's house. Then Arthur heads back to the fucking playground on his wedding night.

What the fuck? You really does this. If your adult partner spends your wedding night at a playground messing around with strangers kids, definitely file for a moment. At least consider killing them or having them killed. Thankfully, Penny miscarriages, or has a miscarriage, miscarriages are baby shortly after the wedding, and now our weird story will get darker. May 6, 1972, Jack Blake,

shock crosses first victim, disappears from water town. Jack was just 10 years old. Jack was one of the nine children of Mary Blake and Alan Blake, aka Pete, Jack had asthma, but he was an active and curious child. According to his mom, Jack was always looking out for his siblings, and it saved them numerous times from accidents. Jack wants to steal a loaf of bread because his dad spent the family's grocery money on alcohol. Sometimes he skipped school, but overall, very

good kid. Blond hair, freckles, big ears, walk with a limp because one of his feet turned inward. His favorite shirt said, I act different because I am different. I love Lil Jack. Dude, that's spunk. Could have been something great if some gas would have been poured onto his flame instead of having it viciously snuffed out by a monster. Spring 1972, Lil Jack tells his mom about a stranger who took him in his brother Pete Fishing, and his mom was furious. She told her sons,

don't you ever go near that man again, my god, he could take you somewhere and I'd never know what happened. I feel like she should have done more. In instances like this, highly encouraged parents to ask your kid to point that dude out. Go for a little ride, go for a little drive around the neighborhood, find that motherfucker, take a picture of them, tell them you're going to show that picture to the police, tell them to never ever show his face anywhere near your kids again, do show that photo to the police, tell them everything. I can't advise this legally, but if I see a guy like that, I'm going to make it very show his face anywhere near your kids again. Do show that photo to the police. Tell them

everything. I can't advise this legally, but if I see a guy like that, I'm going to make it very clear to him that some really bad shit is going to happen to him. If he doesn't say the fuck away from not just my family, but all other kids, got to help protect not just their own kids, but other people's kids when he's sick, fucks, right? The police only have so many officers and so much time. can't stop everyone got to protect that family Protect the community Few days later the strange man shows up at Mary's house jack introduces him as his friend art asked to go fishing with him Pete seniors home

He and Mary say uh, no tell Arthur to never take jack anywhere and again not enough Right if Pete had been a better more protective dad This is the guy who drank away his family's food money You know he would have told Arthur a lot fucker more than that. Get vicious with these motherfuckers, or find someone who will, right? Let evil know you're willing to be more evil. Full disclosure, I am doing this

to his doctrine through every right now. To kick up my energy levels and extend some youth. And I can feel the angry hormone boiling in my blood when I think about situating something like this. I feel more prone to violence and I like it. Thank you, Modern Science. Hey, I'll lose the peanut. Back to the narrative. Jack's dad promises to take the boys fish in the next week, but on the day of the fishing trip, you know, Pete Sr. gets fucking hammered and can't leave the house. That's awesome. Jack asks his mom if he can go play.

Mary tells him to be home by dinner. All right, she's going to take him out to bingo that night, something Jack loved. But Jack never shows up for dinner or by dinner. She's going to take him out to Bingo that night, something Jack loved. But Jack never shows up for dinner or Bingo. Mary's worried. She's going to be able to initially just figure, you know, he's off playing somewhere. She goes to the Bingo Hall alone, returns at 10 p.m. Jack's still not home. Mary didn't think Jack would run away, but sees a doubt, began to creep in her mind. She just recently told Jack to Pete's senior, not his real dad.

Man named Bob was, and she's worried that Jack is upset and wants to stay with his friends. Mary now questions her son Pete Jr. about his day with Jack, and according to Pete, you know they went to try out their friend's new bike. Jack crashed the bike, their friend threatened to call the cops, so they ran off, then Jack left Pete to visit his girlfriend at the Cloverdale apartment. And Pete hadn't seen him since. But that wasn't a whole story. Pete didn't tell his mom something very important. Few days after Mary and Pete sent Arthur away,

Jack and Pete had seen that crazy fuck walk in your bridge in neighborhood. He'd asked him if they wanted to go fishing, promised to fix things with their parents when they got done and the boys agreed. And when they went fishing, Arthur seemed only interested in little Jack, constantly talking to him, trying to touch him. Then he invited both boys back to his apartment in the Cloverdale housing complex, but it seemed like he really just wanted Jack to be there, Jesus. Arthur and the boys ate lunch together, then like the super cool dude he was, he talked them about killing girls in Vietnam, showed them pornographic pictures, and talked them

about sex. Then they went and fished some more on the black river that cut through water town. At one point as they walked towards the river banks, Jack ran ahead of the group suddenly, Arthur grabbed little Pete's arm, threatened to drop him into the quarry if Jack didn't come back. When Jack returned, Arthur said he was just kidding around.

Jack and Pete were terrified, they ran away. When they got home, they confessed everything to their dad, who was intent on killing Arthur, finally old drunk Pete showed a little bit of parental life there, but then Jack convinced him to not kill him. Or he was fucking coward and just got drunk again instead. Why didn't they at least report all this to the police immediately?

What do you do if some creep wants to fish with your kids? Right? You tell them to stay away and then this happens. Time to invite Arthur over, show him the nine millimeters, show him the Mossberg 12 gauge, all the point bullets, slugs, talk to him about how sometimes it's worth it to go to prison, uh, to do what's right. Talk about how easy it would be to kill a mother fucker and dump their body in the river. If you thought that was the only way you could keep your kids safe. Or you know, something like that. 10.30

PM, Mary calls her neighbors, family, all the Jacks friends, then she calls the police, she told the can't make her report until 24 hours of past, but that they would send an officer anyway. Mary tells the officer she suspected Arthur was involved because of his inappropriate interest in Jack. She can only give the officer her first name and possible location, Cloverdale apartments. Mary goes over there with the officer to the Cloverdale apartments confronts Arthur. He says he doesn't know where Jack was. I hadn't seen him since that afternoon. Said he'd been playing with a boy named Jimmy earlier. Mary didn't believe him.

Why did Audi, already, excuse me, oddball, know who Jack was playing with? Why is that creep so entombed with what the airy kids are up to? Watertown PD never briefed incoming shifts after this about Jack and didn't log Mary's phone call. The police weren't big fans of the Blake family because Jack's older siblings were very prone to public drunkenness and stealing

This is I kind of like the I can't think of their name right now. Just put it on my head But the the family from the showtime series shameless Obviously unfortunate Mary started you know her own search the next morning She went to Jack's favorite hangout spot where she saw a child's footprint and an adult footprint But you got home peaked senior informed that Arthur had just shown up asked to help look for Jack Mary turned to Cloverdale confronted art about Jimmy. He was evasive, Penny's her Pino, or her Chirbino, his wife, our wife slammed the door and Mary's face.

Oh boy. Mary then went to the playground, started asking around, learned that the day before Arthur approached, or that the day before Arthur had approached Jack and invited him fishing. Jack said he had worms at home and left. The boy could remember if he left with Arthur or not. Mary ran home, sure enough, Jack's worm box was empty. She called the police again, told him the Arthur shock cross, took her son fishing yesterday and he never came back

and she wanted him arrested. The officer on the phone told her that no boy named Jack Blake had been reported missing. So what the fuck is going on? Right? This case now be handled real well. A seriously might have headed this dude's house with one or more of my guns at this point forced my way in torture and teleconfaces and then you know, probably kill it. Can't imagine the rage you

would feel in a situation like this. I mean, imagine that to know that this mother fuckered it's something to your kid and that the police want to rest him. How hard is it not to go full on vigilante in a situation like that? Mary now contacts local paper, the mayor, the county sheriff and a senator. Good for her. They finally get the local police to agree to, the county sheriff and a senator. Good for her. They finally get the local police to agree to search the woods for Jack, but they find nothing. Mary also informed there were no further plans to search for Jack. So she, you know, now calls or goes door to door, you know, asking, asking about the situation

and calls her husband's last military post, the fire department, the New York State police. These agencies do search the woods for Jack. By the next week, the National Guard is involved as well, but they don't find anything. Watertown Police Chief calls off the search. For weeks, there's lots of false leads now, tips, but no clues as to where Jack has gone. This poor mother, I wonder if authorities just thought, you know, Jack ran away. May 17th, 1972, Shotcross now gets an actual trouble with the police. Why? This is so absurd. So absurd. He assaulted some kids at that clovered-ale apartment playground.

Dude actually dumped one kid into a trash can. Like a schoolyard bully. Grabbed his six-year-old, stuffed grass in his shirt and pants. And when that boy tried to resist, pushed him down, pulled his pants down and spanked his bare ass. Now, how much trouble did he get in? He was fine ten bucks for harassment.

What the fuck is happening in this story? How did no other adults in the area not see this and put a stop to it? How did that kid's parents not take a fucking baseball bat? Are you kidding me? Somebody spanks your kid's bear ass at the playground? He's just charged with a fine, ah, ten bucks? This happens in broad daylight. He's hanging ass at the playground. And he's just charged with a five, oh, 10 bucks. This happens in broad daylight. He's hanging out at the playground, no kid of his own.

All the time, apparently. He's a regular at the playground. I mean, maybe Penny's kids are sometimes, but I just think it's him. Ah, no one's beating his ass yet. Please give him a slap on the wrist. You know, yet, you know, people are in prison for life for selling weed.

So cool, cool, cool, cool. September 2nd, 1972, already God, I wish he you would have been drowned a brochure across murdered his second victim even younger child eight-year-old Karen and Hill it was a start of Labor Day weekend Helene Hills new boyfriend Stan Fisher suggested a trip to Watertown to visit his half sister and family oh man the guilt he must have been Helene was just going to bring her youngest child but then Karen begged to go with the last minute as well. Helene described Karen as a beautiful girl with big chocolate brown eyes, honey blonde hair.

She was an independent spirit. Her dream was to grow up becoming a movie star. On the afternoon of September 2nd, Helene went inside to wash her hair, made Karen promise not to leave the yard. Then when she came back outside, Karen was gone. What a nightmare. Helene was worried but figured Karen had just walked to the public square in town. A series of important sightings and followed up a lead to Arthur's arrest. 2pm, David McGrath,

local college student. Seized a little blonde girl climbing the fence that ran from the corner of a plant to an old iron bridge. She seemed like she was looking for something. There was a brown and white bike popped up against the fencing. David thought she couldn't be wandering or she shouldn't be wandering so close to the river, but chose to mind his own business. Timeless later, he was driving back from the gas station, he notices that the girl in the bike are gone. Few minutes later, four teenage girls approached the same bridge.

They see a man now climbing up the embankment and over the fence. He had a brown white bike, two fishing rods in a creel. Smiled at the girls and they continued on. 2.45 pm, 16 year old Terry tenny walks past the railroad tracks in town. She's a man in a brown and white bike near the bridge and plant recognizes the man as Arthur Shawcross his neighbor at Cloverdale decreed from the playground. The dude who liked to wrestle who always seemed to have a boner popping out

of his pants. May have added those last two details, but they may have been accurate. Arthur asked if Terry, you know, if you wanted an ice cream cone, offered to take some of the shopping bags home. Of course he offered him ice creams, just keeping it on brand, keeping it creepy. For a PM, Helene tells her boyfriend Stan, she can't find Karen. Still not too worried though.

There's a beautiful day. Lots of people are walking around town. She figured Karen had to be around somewhere. She was a lot calmer than I would have been. After I lost sight of Kyler one time at Disneyland for probably no exaggeration about three seconds, I went about one of those backpacks for little kids that are really just a leash. And he was leashed up like some kind of kid dog hybrid for the next several visits. Kyler Monroe are now 16 to 14. I tracked them on find a friend all the time. I make them check him with me like in a knowing amount. I'm an old school Jewish mother who happens to look like a Gentile hillbilly looking dude. And I have too much to stuff in my head of the time to not be worried. Helene goes for a walk, asks around no one had seen Karen. Now she starts to worry. Helene calls a police at 5.45 pm. Officer shows up five minutes

later said they'll start looking. Stay in Sister-in-law approaches Mary Blake asks if she has seen Karen, Jack's mom, you know, Mary wants to help with the search, but has to take care of her kids at home. She has a sick feeling Arthur Shawcross is involved. Officers receive a tip from David McGrath at evening that college kid who saw Karen earlier. He heard about Karen on the radio had a feeling she may have been the girl he saw, you know, by the bridge and the plant. She was 10 p.m. Karen's body is found under that old iron bridge. She had been raped and murdered. She was naked from the waist down. Her clothes stained with

blood. Her killer forced mud leaves other debris down her throat and stuffed it inside her clothes. Remember him doing something similar to the kid on the playground. Stuff and grass in his pants. He was probably acting out of sexual fantasy there. Detective Charles Kubinsky, one of the responding officers of the scene, he immediately asked his fellow officers if anyone had seen Arthur Shawcross that day. Kibinsky went back to the station to read the day's reports, saw David McGrass tip. The hospital report revealed that Karen had been dead for eight to 12 hours. She had been punched, strangled, raped, semen, present on her body. Her mouth and throat plugged with mud and sutt. Kibinsky thought of Shawcross because of the incident of him stuffing grass, you know,

down the boys pants and playground. Shaw Cross arrived at the police station just after midnight, gave police a story of his day. Said he left his apartment at 7 a.m. After a few hours of fishing, went home for a break. Said he rode his bike to the bargain center, bought a coke, visited a friend, crossed the iron bridge. And after that, he ran into a neighbor from Cloverdale, bought him some ice cream, carried

a shopping bag for him, got home at 315. Detective Kubinsky noticed Arthur went way out of his way to establish a timeline for the time he was around the bridge, making sure he wasn't there when Karen would have died. Sharkross said he went out to the shopping plaza. Two more times, bought things for himself, sneakers for a stepson, spent the rest of the evening at home. He was interviewed until 2 a.m. and was then released.

The next day, Kubinsky learned about the report from the teenage girls. They had seen him on the bridge at the time of their murder, which just proved his alibi, called Shawcross back in. Junior goes to his alibi one more time. Now he's very inconsistent with the times he was out when he was on the bridge. It's a match up to the previous story eventually stops talking refuses to answer more questions at eight a.m. on the third of bloodhound traces arts sent from the iron bridge back

to his apartment art goes in for a third round of questioning but can bloodhound i know i just downplayed downplayed the dog tracking situation was godly lazy piercens case last week uh... and it clearly helps here so why did i downplay it earlier well because god could have had likely did have with Scott and Lacey Pierce in this case last week. And it clearly helps here. So why did I downplay it earlier?

Well, because Scott could have had likely did have his wife sent on his clothes at the marina. There was a reason for Lacey sent to be, you know, at the marina. In this case, there was no reason for Arthur to have this little girl sent on him or at his place. 9.30 AM, Arthur finally blirts out, well, I must have done it.

Kabin's case fear is bullshit. Don't give me I must have done it, you did it, you know you did it, and Arthur said, I probably did it, but I don't actually remember. Hmm, I don't know, maybe, maybe you didn't remember, he's fucking maniac. September 3rd, 1972, Arthur Schokross arrested for the murder of Karen Hill. As Kabinsky prepared his report, he thought of Jack Blake, remembered a report from a man named William Corky Murkock, who had called into report a suspicious man who came out of the woods behind his motel and gas station around the time Jack disappeared.

The interrogation is not over. At 10 p.m. after more questioning Arthur hints that he knows where Jack Blake is buried. He tells Kubinsky, okay Charlie, I'll help you. And maybe you can help me. But let me sleep on it. He's enjoying this. And he wants a deal, no get one. September 6, 1972, the police begin a new search for Jack Blake.

With Arthur's help, they find him at 3.30 pm. Under Sheriff, John Griff notices that strips of bark were removed from a tree and aligned with the bulge in the earth. They were covering a body, he would write, the slight skeleton was unclothed. A whisper of blonde hair grew from the middle of the skull, a few teeth appeared to be missing.

There were no apparent fractures or bullet holes. About 35 feet away from the skeleton, they found a great teacher that said, I act different because I am different. Blake was written on the back of the shirt. The interrogation continued back at the police station. Arthur helped him locate Blake's body but did not confess to killing him.

He now says, what's going to happen to me? If I tell you something, and now they offer him a ridiculous plea deal, they apparently didn't think they had enough evidence to convict him without a strong confession. A lot of people would disagree later. This decision will heavily be heavily criticized when word of a sentencing reaches the media

and has been criticized ever since. Arthur confessed that he lowered Jack into the woods after he gets his deal, stripped him, forced him to run through the woods in fucking terror, then captured him, raped him, beat and strangled him, claims to have then eaten Jack's heart and genitals. Why can't that level of crime carry an automatic brutal execution sense? Jack's concert death was undetermined, but the pathologist did conclude his clothes were removed before death. An official opinion was that Jack died from strangulation. October 17th, 1972.

Art takes his plea deal in exchange for his confession. He's given only a manslaughter charge for killing Karen, not charge at all for killing Jack. And a judge sends his system to 25 years in prison. Penny Chirbino, extremely upset with her husband, I would fucking hope so. Arthur Tellaser, he would fucking hope so. Arthur tells her he didn't do it, the murderers who was framed. And they will write to each other for the next three to four years. Still be married before the letters finally stop.

Months later Arthur will write to Penny that, you know, he confesses he did murder both children. Penny writes back that he was a rotten stupid son of a bitch and that she hoped he died. Then Arthur files for a divorce citing cruel and inhuman treatment. That's twist. Your Honor, I simply cannot remain in this marriage anymore. And why not, son? Well, cruel and inhuman treatment, your Honor. Be more specific, son.

Your Honor, I believe a marriage is built mostly on respect, trust, honesty, and compassion. And when I was honest with my wife, when I told her, yeah, I did rape and kill two kids, even though I played with so many other kids on a plugger, they never rape me, you'll even one time. And she told me, she wanted me to die. Is that compassion? She told me I was a rat in son of a bitch. Is that respect? I mean, is it? All right, see what you're saying, son. Speak no more. You are clearly married to a cruel, vindictive, stone-hearted witch. And I grant you an immediate divorce and wish you better romantic luck going forward. Arthur will serve his sentence in the New York Penitentiary in Greenhaven during his first eight years. He'll get in trouble for fighting,

stealing, lighting fires, refusing to leave his cell, all very much on brand, all classic crazy boy behavior. After all that, he's a model prisoner. No one knows exactly what, you know, switch flipped in his head, but I think it was romantic. Maybe it was the influence of a new lady in his life. Yes, this motherfucker is given yet another chance at love. And people still believe in karma and adjusting loving God who intervenes in our lives here on earth. Okay. Uh-huh. And that belief is reconciled

with stories like this. How exactly? For the next dozen years of a sentence, Arthur Wright letters with Rose Wally, a woman from Delhi, New York. Rose's daughter had visited Greenhaven and returned with his penpal information. Uh-huh. Why is Rose's daughter going to a fucking prison to find Mama Newman? So little of the story makes sense to me. The world makes no sense to me as I get lost in the story. The actions and reactions so many of the characters are just mind-boggling. Rose was separated from her husband and lonely and apparently borderline

completely unfuckable for her to be trolling for new dick in the sex offender section of the state penitentiary. Or as I said, he loved her wanted to marry her when he gets out. Sweet cry. This lady is a complete fucking idiot. If you become not just a pedophile's romantic penpile while they're in prison, but a murdering pedophile's penpile, I'm going to go ahead and harshly judge you. Best case, you are a sad idiot.

Worst case, you're fucking creep. For not having something like that, you know, like what Shotcrust did bother you to the point that you would just, you know, rather fucking light him on fire than associate with him. Little a merry, oh my god. October 1973, psychologist Dr. Mick Williams, JR Mick Williams examines Arthur.

Has him take the Bender motor, Gisalt test, and the Weexer adult intelligence scale, Dr. McWilliams somehow finds no evidence of serious neurological impairment. Others will later not come to this conclusion at all. He does diagnose Arthur with depression and says he relied on fantasy as a source of satisfaction. 1976, another psychiatrist, Dr. Michael Bacchia, examines art, determines he has not come to terms with the severity of his crimes, that he consistently blamed others for his problems. Mommy made me do it.

I believe that art had requested several mental health evaluations, not because he wanted to get better, but because he wanted to bullshit his way out of prison, wanted to impress the parole board. Sounds right. June of 1997, yet another psychiatrist, examines Arthur, diagnoses him with skitzoid personality disorder and anti-social behavior. He wrote, this man does not show a good degree of evidence for successfully resolving or working out his psychosexual conflicts. I.e., I read that as, do not ever let this motherfucker out. He is too crazy to understand how crazy he is. He will never get better. 1982, our art

completes his GED and roles in Horticulture courses at Penn State. So that's fun. Same year, Pearl board notes that he exhibited a belligerent reaction, represented a for representing a foreboding potential for a possible reenactment of his tragic behavior. Again, I read this as do not ever let this piece of shit out.

He is walking evil. He is a demon disguised as a man. April 28th, 1997, after serving 15 years, a little bit less actually, Arthur Shawcross is somehow granted parole against advice of many. His parole officer Robert T. Kent wrote to his superiors before Shawcross's release, saying at the risk of being melodramatic, the writer considers the man to be possibly the most dangerous individual to be released to this community for many years. Mm-hmm.

Edward L. Wynn yet another idiot in the story full of so many idiots. The executive director of the New York Parole Division defended Arthur's release. He essentially said that if even if Arthur didn't get paroled this time, he's gonna have to be released eventually for good behavior. So what does he even matter? His actual quote is, since he was paroled, he lived a very conforming life as far as parole is concerned.

You can say, I can hold him for another two years, or you can say, he's been good for 15 years. What good will he do to keep him two more? What do you mean what good will he do? It will at least keep people safe for two more years. It give him two more years to maybe I don't know fuck up in prison enough to get charged with something else so we can stay longer behind bars Now to Michael Stone a professor of psychiatry at Columbia University and an authority on violent behavior Identify this parole release of shock-cross as quote one of the most egregious examples of the unwarranted release of a prisoner Like in US history in his 2009 book The Anatomy of Evil. Arthur Frel required him to stay in Broom County, observe an 11 p.m. to 7 a.m. curfew. He was not allowed to buy alcohol, have contact with minors, or go to places where minors could be present.

Arthur connected with pathetic moron, Rose Wally, as soon as he got out. And this power couple, relationship goals moved to the Binghamton area of New York and they were welcomed with outrage. Concerned members of the public, furious, ran them out of town, fucking love it. Then resident of the town of Delphi and Fleischmann's New York also run Arthur and Rose at a town over the next subsequent months.

And Fleischmann's a person recognized art of the post office that night, literally an angry lynch mob led by the mayor himself, gathered around Arts House demanded that he leave. I love that so much. Finally, some people in the story reacting to how I think they should. Wherever convicted pedophiles, savage pedophiles like Arthur, Shawcross are concerned. I love vigilante justice. Fleischmann, by the way, this town sounds cool, it's shit.

Little town of just over 300 people. In 2018, the dead don't die. That movie was filmed there. Haven't seen it, but I want to. A comedy horror mashup, starring Bill Murray, Adam Driver, Steve Buscemi, Tilda Swanson, Rosie Perez, close Avini, Selena Gomez, so many others. Anyway, I turn awesome.

Let's have more mayors like this kind of mayor. Tells Arthur, fuck that guy, shock-cross, to take his troll ass and go haunt a different bridge. Authorities move. Heen is lucky lady to Rochester, New York June 29th, 1997. So big win for flashmins, big loss for Rochester. July 13th, 1997, a senior parole officer, yet another idiot in this story, decides that the local police should be informed of art's presence in town, but not be informed of his actual criminal background. Right? His criminal record is now

officially sealed. Fuck that. Why do this piece of shit any favors? Let the angry mobs take him out. Let real justice take place. May I fuck that clown? Why does he deserve to ever feel safe? Why does he deserve a chance to rebuild his life after what he did? When Arden Rose realized they weren't going to be running out of town this time, now they settle down. Ard dies his hair black, gains 25 pounds so people won't recognize him. You know, he was crazy, but he could pull his shit together when it served him to do so oftentimes. So not criminally crazy. He works several temporary jobs, labor jobs. Rose gets a job as a home health care assistant.

In mid-October, they received permission to move into an apartment on Alexander's street. Rose says the first few months in Rochester were a happy time. Then of course because this is Arthur head wound chakras, you know, things change for the worse. Arthur starts getting moody, doesn't want to hear about roses anymore. Rose will tell him she loves him all the time, he'll respond just that she should shut the fuck up What did you expect lady how delusional was Rose despite his cruel treatment of her Arthur shows odd kindness to others Right shovel snow gives away food and clothes access and unpaid handyman for some I've become his close friends with the department manager named Yvonne Lamir

Until he grabs her breast one day and she threatens to kill him if he does it again Now Arthur then tells her to watch out or she'll suffer consequences so maybe they were not that close or it soon gets a good job or gets a a job at uh bronia's produce a salad packing factory in his free time he of course you know fishes the river and fantasizes about future murders in January of 1988 Arthur starts dating a new woman Claire and Neil behind girlfriend roses back man some people can't ever get a date

This fucking mutants playing the field Life is not fair really isn't Claire lives near downtown Rochester. She has 10 adult children Few of them still live with her. She've married from 1949 1974 her marriage not a happy one Claire's husband accused her of cheating so she went out and did it She said I told him if I got a bear the name. I'm gonna play the game. That's a quote. That's a happy one. Clara's husband accused her of cheating, so she went out and did it. She said, I told him, if I got a bear of the name, I'm going to play the game. That's a quote. That's a fun one. Her husband divorced her when he found out that Clara's child wasn't his. So many champions and role models and people who really have their shit together in the story. This is really like a big promotional tourism piece for upstate New York. Clara and art meet in December of 1987 when art is 42 and Clara is 56.

Some of her kids worked at Brony's produce, you know, told her about the new hire. Clara asked her daughter to invite him over. Arthur came over for dinner. They fall in love. He promises Clara they're going to run away together in April of 1990 with his pearls over. As the following months passed, Arthur becomes physically abusive towards Rose, who he now resents. He starts slapping, punching her during arguments. She lies to his pro-offer, says they're closer than ever, more in love than ever. She's afraid to lose him. Not afraid to be hurt more by him, afraid to lose him. What happened to you, Rose?

What hurt you before you met Chakras? Guessing Rose didn't have a good dad in her life. World always seems to have a shortage of good debt. Chronic good dad shortage. March 24, 1988, some labors find the body of 27-year-old Dorothy Blackburn in a riverbed of the Genesee River. Arthur's second area of the riverbed of the Genesee River. Arthur's second killings pre has begun now, officially. At first, these labors thought she was a mannequin. One of the workers pulled the mannequin towards him with a steel rake,

realizes dead body. Dorothy's body had been preserved by the cold weather, but the river had washed away potential evidence. Dorothy had been attacked and strangled, also had bite marks around her genital area and parts of her genitals were either torn or bitten completely off. Again, Arthur's dark oral fixation. The police investigated her case, but it soon stalls. There just wasn't enough evidence to goation. The police investigated her case, but it soon stalls. There just wasn't enough evidence to go on. The police assumed she was killed by a pimp or a drug dealer. Her case sadly did not stand out from some other murders of sex workers at the time.

How terrible. Arthur won of many monsters. In just one city, just this one point in history. Dorothy Dottie Blackburn was a sex worker, cocaine addict, and mother to three children. She went missing March 15, 1988. She had a lunch with her sister that day, gave her baby to a friend, started working in the streets with her pimps,

slash boyfriend. She was waiting on some welfare checks to come in, needed the extra money. Dotsie left at 5.15 pm to go to work on Saratoga Street, around the corner from Lyle Avenue. Her boyfriend went to bed at 2 a.m., realized she hadn't come back by the following afternoon.

He's worried. Dotsie had never left her child alone for an extended period of time like that. He asked around some people in the streets that they'd last seen Dotsie getting to a grave in, a brown Bronco or a small light blue car. So he follows a police report, March 18th. Orner's will later confess that he had driven Clara's car

to La Lavenue, excuse me, on March 15th. It was an industrial area known for prostitution and drug dealing. A woman named Dotsie signaled for him to stop, that he paid her 30 bucks for mutual oral sex. Of course, he said, Dotsie, bid him on the penis, but I doubt it, right? He would later be believed to continually lie about what women did to him before he killed him, justifying the murders. He wanted people to see he was a reasonable guy, he just did what he had to do sometimes. And you know, his brain's not working real well. And who knows what reality actually looked

like for him? He might have short circuited in some of these moments. And maybe he thought the stuff happened. He said he bit her back in retaliation, then choked her until she lost consciousness, then tied her up with her clothes, drove out to the out of town to the nearby Sam and River in North Hampton Park. When she came to, he Dorothy. He's gonna rape her then she he said she toned him then he threatened to kill her She called him a little man fucking doubt She would say that to the man who had already choked her unconscious once who had just threatened to rape her So he chokes her again until she goes limp until she is dead Or else it then sat with her body until midnight doing God knows what to her remains then dumps her body in the river

drives back to Rochester looks for signs that someone noticed she was gone then goes to a coffee shop through dotsies clothes and do a dumpster next day clean the car return it to Clara and the following month he becomes a regular client on liel avenue going by the nickname of Mitch or Mike and hunting new women to kill in early nineteen nine arthorn rose get married kind of she was still married to her ex so it wasn't a legal marriage, but they have a ceremony. And they invite, quote, a lot of people over, right, to this wedding. And exactly two of them show up. And this illustrates the disconnect Arthur had processing reality versus fantasy, right? Clearly, thought he had a lot more friends than he did. And she did as well. Arthur never seemed to understand what other people thought of him.

He didn't understand that because of his past crimes, people didn't like him. They want to be around him. September 9th, 1999, the body of 28-year-old Anna Marie Stefan found on the banks of the Gen.C. River. Local man, Hector Maldonado, climbed down the gorge, looked for bottles. On his way back up, he saw something on a ledge below

the rim of the gorge. It was a green garbage bag covered with sticks and asphalt. Leg bones poking out. First, he thought it was a deer carcass until I saw clothing. It was warm and his body had decomposed rapidly. The medical examiner listed her cause of death as probable asphyxia, probably strangled. The Monroe County Medical Examiner's office hired a forensic anthropologist to mold a clay face around the skull, images put in local papers. And then a fifth year old man called to say that the girl might be his daughter and then dental records confirmed it.

How sad hadn't seen Anacin's Christmas 1988 and hadn't reported her missing because she moved a lot and he didn't have her most recent address. And I'm gonna say again, sad day for a parent to read that paper, realize that's your little girl. Annamarie was emaciated, addicted to cocaine, almost nine months pregnant when she left home. She's been most of her early life caring for her sister Tina who was born with Spina Bifida.

Her sister died in 1980 and is life lost direction. She got married, had two kids, but became estranged from her family when she got addicted to drugs. And it was arrested on July 8, 1989 on prostitution charges. It was last seen working near a Lyle Avenue. Didn't come back to her apartment she shared with other sex workers. And for several weeks there were rumors that she had died of AIDS and jail. According to Arthur, he picked Anna up, took her to a construction site, paid her 20 bucks for sex, sort of having sex, but then some kids ran into the area, told her not to move, but she wanted

to put her clothes on and leave. He kept asking her to be quiet. She kept asking her him to let her up. So, you know, he had to lay on top of her. He put on a lot of weight by the way. He was huge now. He's over, he's six feet tall and over 300 pounds. When Anna threatened to scream, he choked her and tell she died. No, he had to. Then Arthur rolled her body off a cliff later that night.

October 21st, 1989. Some fisherman find the body of Dorothy Keller now on Seth Green Island on the Genesee River. They came across a pile of bones and clothes just off of a trail. No skull. The medical examiner guessed that she was killed by blunt impacts to her body. Her body went unidentified, unidentified for some time, until a jail employee realized he hadn't seen Dorothy Keller lately. Reports confirmed she had been seen since July. Dorothy was a new type of victim, not a sex worker 59 year old homeless woman. She's been missing since July 29th 1989

Arthur later confessed that they had met in June of 1989 Dorothy was a waitress at a diner. He liked right? They were friends at first then it turned into an affair Then art hired Dorothy to clean his apartment for 425 an hour and one day she wanted to go fishing with him He agreed to take her spent the morning fishing having sex until noon, he said, and it started to rain so they huddled up in a shelter and while huddled up, Arthur was like, hey, how can I get me so money for my house? He said, Dorothy now threatened to tell Rose about the affair.

He gets mad so he picks up a log and beats her to death, smashed her in the head. He had to, you know, he's left no choice. Then he hit her body under a tree, went home, then he said he returned several months later, removed her skull from the body as one does, and just tossed it in the river. Why? Well, he didn't know. When that's why he did a lot of this shit in interviews, he would usually just kind of ain't go quiet for a little while, then just kind of shrug his shoulders and say something like, I don't know. Never showed any remorse when asked about she like this. What often

say, unprompted that he, I don't know, I don't feel bad about it though. A doubt she even stole from him. Another fantasy probably made up just to find another murder October 27th 1989 the body of 25 year old Patricia ives found that a construction site behind a local YMCA Boy ran behind the building to get his baseball soft foot protruding from a piece of cardboard Patty was lying face up. She had no underwear or socks on she'd been dead for several weeks The medical examiner confirmed she had died of his fixation. She had been missing since September 29th, 1999. Friends described Patricia as gentle and loving but naive. They worried the streets would swallow her up.

Patricia had dropped at a school at age 16 due to drug addiction. She first worked in a strip club eventually turned to sex work. Her son was born addicted to cocaine was taken into County custody. Patty got arrested every few months for either drug or prostitution charge. Both after that, tried to change her life. At one, a couple of times she joined AA, later went to rehab, but always ended up back on the street doing sex work, addicted to drugs. She even missing for two weeks before her Pimp Billy reported her absent. He was initially suspected of her murder, but cleared after an interview. So not a murder, just a fucking huge douchebag.

One witness on patty at 7.30 p.m. on September 29th. She was walking beside a white male on a bike. He parked behind the YMCA, followed her through a hole in the fence. According to Arthur, he met patty at the same diner where Dorothy worked. Peter 25 bucks for sex. They went to construction site, had sex on a pilot dirt, but some kids around again. He He tried to hide himself, you know, when he did Patty allegedly tried to take his wallets. So, you know, he pushed her against the ground and she started to cry. So now he felt justified and angly raping her, strangling her because he's fucking crazy.

Did you hear her body under some scraps of material and then went home after dark? The press now began reporting on these cases, reporting the possibility that a serial killer was on the loose. People started calling the suspect the Genesee River Killer The police noted that the killer attempted to conceal the bodies which indicated a strong possibility of a criminal or military Background right he had both they advised sex workers to be cautious encourage them to come forward with information Detectives checked records to search for offenders living in the area But didn't find Arthur's records because they were sealed That's why he wasn't a suspect at this point.

Had they not been sealed, good chance, he's caught, and a lot of additional women don't end up dead. And again, terrible decision to seal that record. Women continue disappearing, sex workers weren't frightened, or were frightened, excuse me, where you've met on the streets, the police determined that the killer must be familiar to these women.

That's why they continue to go on dates with them, right? Sometimes the dates are successful. Through interviews, he started in a description of a client named Mitch or Mike, who was known to be prone to violence, seemed a little off. Now they just got to find this motherfucker. Undercover officials patrol Lael Avenue, posing as clients and pimps. According to Arthur, one day a man sat down next to him at a bar, started talking about the case, point out all the other undercover officers. Arthur felt real smart about that. He also liked to frequent the local Dunkin' Donuts where he would talk to police officers about the case.

They didn't give him specific details, but you know, would tell him they were searching for cars running plates, that kind of thing. Instead of lying low for a while because of all this, he just keeps trolling for more victims in the same car, keeps killing. Also, he's playing little games like this, he don't talk into the cops, you know, he's crazy but he's not criminally insane. He knows where he's doing. He knows it's wrong. He's taking steps not to get caught. On November 5th, 1989, 22 year old Maria Welch goes missing. Maria went out to work on November 5th. She was scared because of all the prostitute

deaths. She'd also had some violent experiences with clients recently. She limited her clients, tried to be safe, but also wanted more money to buy drugs, and that led her to a terrible decision this evening. Marie and her roommate worked the corner together the night she disappeared. Her roommate left to take a job just after midnight when she got back. Maria and not there. And she never saw her live again. Arthur will confess to Maria before her body is found. He picked her up from Lake Avenue, took her to a beach near the banks of the river.

They said a price began having sex. Maria said she was not on her period, but when he touched her, he saw blood. And again, according to only Arthur, now he asked for his money back, and she tells him to fuck off. And he chokes her until she goes unconscious. He of course had to do, right? She left no choice. And he tied her up and started a bar towel inside of her, raped her when she woke up, then choked her to death. Then dumped her body and some bushes near the river. Dude was such an angry savage. What's he doing here? Just calling his mom over and over maybe?

Also, how weird is it that he shifted his sexual interest from young children in 72, boy and a girl, to grown women in 88 and 89? That is not typical. But again, he was not a typical serial killer. November 15, 1989, the body of 30-year-old Kimberly Logan is found. A man named Jimmy Thomas stepped on to something hard outside his trailer on Meg Street. The body of a woman, she was naked, leased, stuffed into her throat, her clothes all around the scene.

She'd been beaten, bruises on her abdomen. Kimberly didn't fit art's traditional profile because she was a black sex worker, but you know, there's the leaves and her throat, although the police suspected that art killed her, he will deny it and he will not be convicted of murder in her. But enough people suspected that she was one of his victims. It felt wrong not to mention her here. On November 23rd, 1989, the body of 30-year-old June's stock discovered in the field of tall

grass, Mark Stetzel, walking his dog in the suburb of Charlotte. He passed a cement plant in, you in the suburb of Charlotte. He passed a cement plant in, you know, just outside of Rochester in Turning Point Park, an area used by ships and barges. His dog ran down a game trail to stand, you know, to a stand of reeds. He sees a foot poking out of a rolled up carpet. June was the second victim that didn't fit the traditional profile. Not a sex worker. Didn't struggle with drug addiction. She did have a mild, unspecified intellectual disability. She'd been missing since October 23, 1989. She lived with a man named Joseph

Tibbitts who took her in when he learned she was homeless. According to him, she was a shy woman, paranoid, occasionally experienced hallucinations. October 23, he left her in the apartment at 9 a.m. to go to a bedding parlor, a friend saw a June drink and beer alone at a hotel later that day, Joseph reported her missing three weeks after her disappearance. They figured she'd gone to live with someone else, but grew concerned when he just never heard from her. June's body found horrifically mutilated. She had been strangled, quote, ANALLY mutilated. Whatever that means, it sounds absolutely horrific. Her labia had been completely removed, and she had been slashed open from throat to groin

Her body found face down Lividity showed that her blood had settled longer spine so someone had moved her after death You know turned her over the medical examiner listed probable as fixie or as fixie. Yes. Excuse me. That's her cause of death So you know probably strangled Please call in assistance from FBI profilers led by agent Greg McCrary. They divided the 11 murders into subgroups based on methods and position. The profilers determined that the killer was a white male in his 20s or 30s. Strongly other close, you little older that, but not much. Had a previous criminal record was familiar with the area, knew the women. They were right about that. June Stotz injuries indicated

the killer was comfortable around corpses. Uh-huh. Probably return to the crime scenes to relive the attacks, which he did. McCray felt the police were looking for someone who was, uh, weird and out of sync when they really needed to be looking for someone who seemed normal. Ah, safe to say McCray was, uh, was wrong there. I don't think he ever really seemed normal. During his later confession, Arthur said he met June in the streets. Notice how skinny she was said he would get her something to eat anytime she asked. He saw her another day after a ride. Then in November, he and June went to a local beach in Charlotte. They fed birds, went to a deserted area to have sex. They saw the rug near the cement plant.

Said on the rug, June asked him to quote, teacher how to make love. Arthur teach me how to make love. Arthur then followed her for a while, said he was going to have sex with her, according to him, it was difficult to get his penance inside of her, you know, impotence strikes again. Then he said that June said she was going to call the police. Now does that story seem even remotely legit to you? Not sure what went on between those two and her final moments, I'm sure that wasn't it.

This is Arthur's damage brain, creating some kind of fantasy story. He may have believed was actually real. And another one of his accounts later of the events around June's murder, he said that he made a comment during sex about June not being a virgin. So they did have sex in his account and then she started to scream. So he put his hand in her mouth to quieter and then accidentally suffocated her. Also completely absurd. He said he then removed June's clothes through him in the water, dragged June and the rug into the trees, then he cut her open with a jackknife. Why? I don't know.

It struck your shoulders. You could explain why I did it. I also said he removed some of her organs and genitals, you know, and ate them. Why the fuck would he do that? He said he didn't know. But he did tell one interviewer that she tasted like a pork roast. Told another that she tasted like a fatty steak. He loved freaking people out with some of these details.

On November 27, 1999, the body of Elizabeth Gibson found in the woods of Ontario Wayne County, New York. The detectives learned that Mitch had been seen with her shortly before her disappearance. The police canvassed all the local bars, couldn't find this mystery Mitch character. Arthur Lady confessed that he stopped at a restaurant on Lyle Avenue the night she went missing. When he left, Elizabeth was sitting in his car because she was cold. It talked for 20 minutes. She asked him if he wanted to go out, they started kissing and then she panicked for a reason he didn't said. And grabbed his face, dug her fingernails into his eyes, doubted, or she did panic because

she knew that he was a fucking maniac who's about to kill her. Art said he pushed her away with his arm, pushed against her neck until she quit struggling and then she died or something. It's a bad luck. He was trying to defend himself and she went on then you know she died or something. It's a bad luck. He was trying to defend himself and she went on, went and did died on him. The Dutor body in Wayne County, so the police wouldn't catch on to him. November 11th, 1990, the body of Francis Brown found in the near the Genesee River.

Or actually I'm sorry, in at this time, a fisherman went down South, went down Seth Green Drive, getting too excited, calm down. Passed no public access sign, it was 3 a.m. He smelled something rotten, coming from two large rusty cans, looked over a steep bank, saw him look like a mannequin 40 feet down. You know, made it over that way, saw this is no mannequin, it's a woman who was naked except for her boots. She was kneeling, clutching a cement block, kiss off, tattooed on her buttocks. Her remains were confirmed by her grandfather, Clem Brown, as I've said.

She had been missing since early October. Arthur later said he choked Francis with his penis during oral sex. Choked her death with his dick and then continued to rape her after her death. Fucking animal. Dumped her down on the embankment, debris fell on her and then covered her body. On December 15, 1989, 32-year-old Darlene Trippie now goes missing. Arthur picked her up from Lyle Avenue, drove to a parking lot behind a warehouse where they had oral sex, but he couldn't keep an erection.

Then she supposedly called a bunch of names, doubt it, and choked her. And he dumped her body over a guardrail near a culvert, returned two or three days later to cut her genitals off and eat them. So he said, December 31st, 1909, a guard at the Northampton Park finds a pair of discarded jeans, birth registration card and an ID, the birth registration card belonged to Felicia Stevens, South Carolina resident born in 1970. The ID belonged to Lillian Stevens, Lillian was Felicia's mom, hadn't seen Felicia in two to three weeks, they weren't speaking because she was involved in drugs and prostitution, Felicia's boyfriend hadnt seen her since December 26th. Art later said he was driving down Plymouth Avenue on the Wednesday or Thursday after Christmas.

Stopped at a red light, black woman ran up to his vehicle, and for no fucking reason other than he was a sadistic maniac, he put the automatic window up and caught her neck like pinder, then reached over and choked her. She started to scream rape, he lowered the window, grabbed her hair, dragged her into the car, and then choked her to death, and then just dumped her body in the park. Okay, January 2, 1990, helicopter crew searching for Felicia or Felicia. Sponsor naked female body, lying on the frozen river near a bridge in the forest. The woman was not Felicia Stevens.

This was June Cicissa rose remains thirty four year old sex worker june been severely mutilated almost on in half uh... cut to the bone around her genitals which were completely missing he seems he did eat a lot of these women's genitals the police chose not to remove her body right away instead they decided to keep surveillance on the area based on this profilers advice right that f.b.i.i.i. agent Greg McCrary he thought the killer would return to the crime scene.

He was right. Arthur later admitted that he took June to an isolated area, tried to have sex. There got so mad that he couldn't get an erection that he strangled her. Then dumped her off a bridge over the salmon river, saying, I just closed the door and kept going. Two days later, he returned with a handsaw. That's when he cut off or cut out her genitals and ate them. Felicia was eventually found by a man named Richard Thompson, just west of North Hampton

Park. He saw a hand protruding from a brick foundation over to man in farmhouse called the police. January, January 3rd, 1990, the helicopter team patrols the area around June's body within two minutes of their flight. See a man standing on the bridge next to a small van, looking like he's either beaten off or taken a piss. I'm gonna go ahead and say he was beaten off. He suspected he was a serial killer.

Mm-hmm. You know, strong, you know, easy assumption to make, I think. Coming back to relive the crime scene, all the patrol units are alerted and the driver speeds off. Art later admits he went back to the crime scene because you know, he wanted to look at you in his body

while he ate his lunch. He didn't know he was under surveillance at the time. Captain John McCaffrey, the New York State Police, follows the Chevy van as it speeds away from the bridge. Art leaves the area, goes to the Wedgewood adult home where his, you know, lady Rose is working. McCaffrey asks, he attended about the man who entered the home. They find him in the basement, asked to interview him. Arthur said he was driving, stopped to pee, no big deal, left because he saw the helicopter. He wasn't arrested

that night and goes home, but he is put under surveillance. January 4th, 1990, the police pick up Arthur to clarify some inconsistencies in his initial story, taken to a golf course, where he said he'd had a liaison with a sex worker, and he goes to the station for further interrogation. January 5th, 1990, Arthur finally confesses to 11 murders after more than 12 hours of interrogation. He will later say, I just got tired of it. After 14, 16 hours, all that was coming at me, I couldn't handle it. In the lengthy interview, he gave excuses about why he was forced to murder each woman. One excuse I did not mention yet was that he thought that one of them had AIDS, but he didn't know which one. He thought that he got AIDS from one of these sex workers,

even though he was like over 300 pounds and had no signs of heavy dates And then he felt that killing them was a good way to stop the spread of AIDS. He was doing a public service. Come on guys He's a fucking hero wake up. He's a concerned citizen doing his part and keeping a public health crisis from claiming more victims What is what is supposed to do? Just not kill them all. I think he was so crazy when he said shit like that, he half expected people to get on board and like thank him, like they were just gonna let him go. Like the detective something like, wow, really, really. The age, well, gosh dang art, why did you say that first thing, buddy? We never would would arrested you yes silly goose

everybody uh... or there's not a statistics cycle path uh... he does murder victims of a giant is for sexual gratification now now he's a hero he's keeping our community safe from the end epidemic come on everybody sing along before i give him the key to city and drive him home for he's a jolly good fellow for he's a jolly good fellow for he's a jolly good fellow he's a eight-nade for he's a jolly good fellow for he's a jolly good fellow. He's eating eighth push for our health.

Hip hip hooray. Hip hip hooray. Like, I think that kind of shit probably play around his fucking brain. Shaw Cross said to her and he's now spent months preparing their defense. They work with Dr. Richard Kraus, one of the psychologists I mentioned earlier in the episode. Kraus said, you know, of his first interview with Art, when I met him, I expected to find a pure sociopath.

Instead, the deputy led in a large, bellied, big proportioned man with sloping shoulders, glasses, glasses, pushed down his nose, curly gray hair and an alert expression. He prematurely aged like somebody's nice old uncle, Pat and his Santa Claus stomach and joking with the guard. And almost the first word out of his mouth were that he was really good at eating plus.

And that's not a crime, is it? No, his first words were, he was guilty as hell, a very unsociopathic thing to say. Class worked with Ronald Valentine, David Morante, and Thomas Cacuzzi, arts three defense attorneys, Valentine hired him to determine the possibility of a psychiatric defense for the trial. Through the interviews, Kraus learned that art's time, learned about art's time in Vietnam, his troubled childhood, his relationship with his parents, and other interviews aren't justified

why he killed every woman. Kraus couldn't come up with a diagnosis, but he knew art wasn't insane, at least not criminally. He knew what he did was wrong, did it anyway. Try not to get caught, was responsible for his actions. Kraus spent hours listening to the interview tapes and then came to a sudden realization. Art constantly said he was different. Maybe he was biologically different from other people. Excuse me. After months of searching, he found biochemists William Walsh from Carl Fyford Treatment Center in Wheaton, Illinois, his lab study people with poor impulse control and behavioral

disorders. Wall suggested analyzing shot crosses blood in urine samples. July 18th, 1990, Kraus gets the lab results. Shotcross had 10 times normal amount of urine, cryptopiral, right? He didn't know what that was. So he contacts the director of the lab at St. Mary's Hospital in Rochester.

Dr. also didn't know what it was, said the lab had made it up. Second doctor had never heard of it. Does hours of research eventually learn that high levels of cryptopiral in the urine can possibly cause mental health issues and erratic behavior. Then on July 23rd, 1990, Krause receives a letter from Smith Klein,

the Smith Klein lab in California. They determined that art had an extra Y chromosome, right? He had sad, tiny, not syndrome, also known as Jacob syndrome. This meant he would genetically predispose to behavior disorders. With these two pieces of evidence, art's defense strategy is set, right?

He did know that what he was doing was wrong, but he could not control his violent impulses, so he still wasn't really responsible for what he did, you know, still not guilty by reason of insanity. And even if that was true, which might have been, in this case, don't you have to put this motherfucker down or away for life, right? There's no cure for this madness. October 1st, 1990, shock cross goes to trial for 10 murders committed in Monroe County, Elizabeth Gibson killed in Wayne County. So he'll be prosecuted separately there. Arthur's trial is televised regionally and got record

high ratings. His trial lasted 10 weeks was the biggest and most complicated murder trial in the history of Monroe County. New York a lot of the time allowed the trial to be televised regionally and got record high ratings. His trial lasted 10 weeks was the biggest and most complicated murder trial in the history of Monroe County. New York a lot of the time allowed the trial to be televised in full, gavill to gavill WGRC local to cable TV station broadcast the entire thing. Many in the community believed that the televization of the entire trial led to a carnival atmosphere. High school students came to watch on class field trips. The prosecutor had groupies. Jury even got involved in the fanfare. One day they all wore matching bow ties. It's kind of funny. Another day, five of them wore Notre Dame football jerseys because the judge recessed early to attend a football game.

That's also kind of funny. And come on. This is a pretty easy case. Arts defense argued insanity resting on several factors. His upbringing, PTSD from the Vietnam War, absurd, you know, that absurd, that pieble disorder, assist they found on his brain likely created by one of those massive head injuries, uh, genetic defects, et cetera. Shot cross never testified at his trial. The defense was led by attorneys David Morante, Thomas Concousi. The defense played tapes of Arthur's interviews with Dr. Dorothy Lewis, a Yale psychiatrist hired by the defense, known for her work with serial killers,

art was hypnotized during some of the interviews, and while he spoke, he switched in and out between his regular voice and a high-bitch female voice. Probably not like that, but maybe it was, his use so weird, probably not like Mickey Mouse. In his interviews, he describes his relationship with his sister, his crimes in Vietnam, relived an episode of sexual abuse from his mom,

said his mom's voice urged him to kill women, said that she helped him with one of his murders. Dr. Lewis diagnosed him with PTSD, disassociative identity disorder, aka multiple personality disorder. Many other doctors, especially more recent years, have not agreed with fucking any of this and they find that Dr. Lewis was a quack. Yet again, we see memories recovered from hypnosis being trotted out in court. We've learned since that notoriously unreliable, thanks to false memory syndrome. And Dr. Lewis's opinion, Arthur took on

the alternate personality of Bessie when he murdered victims. At another point, his hypnosis, he took on the personality of Arimus, a cannibal from 13th century England. Okay, all right, this doctor, yeah, maybe not doing a Yale great service here with her, with her, you know, work in this case. Arthur said this individual, Arimas taught him how to eat human flesh, okay. Lewis concluded their murders were the product of Yerzo Abuse and Trauma.

She really seemed to have fallen for this clown's bullshit. Her main theory was that all the Yerzo Abuse and and brain damage caused art to have a partial seizure before murder. He'd be triggered by some sort of event. Maybe paying for getting a blowjob. And then he would see a bright light and then he'd wake up later. Presto, changeo. Oh my gosh. How does body get here? Mom, damn you, Pessie. I don't call it a white animal. No, mom. Damn you, Arimas. I just like to eat vaginas! Uh, just fucking some cartoonish craziness.

Uh, the jury here is all this, and uh, thankfully, or smarter than, uh, the Scott Peterson jury was in my opinion that I talked about last week, and they're like, get the fuck out of here. Prosecution led by first assistant DA Charles, uh, Siragusa. He and his team dissected shock crosses early life, so they'd be ready to dispute psychiatric defenses The prosecution dispute all his claims about his childhood military service, you know, brought in people who served with her like, but fucking no

Syracuse told the Rochester Democrat and Chronicle in 2008 by the time the trial came around I probably knew more about Arthur Shockrost and he knew noise and Don't doubt it The prosecution psychiatrist dr. Park Deets claim that Arthur faked all his mental illness to avoid prison. Dr. Deats testify that Dr. Lewis invited Art to play the roles which led him to making up Bessie.

Again, leading questions, been proven to create false memories under hypnosis. Dr. Deats also claim that DID or multiple personalities are not a real diagnosis. And there is still debate over whether or not it is real and if it is real, how it actually manifests. Dr. D's dig diagnosed art with anti-social personality disorder and said that while he was mentally ill in that way, he was fully aware of what he was doing. On December 13,

1990, after six and a half hours of deliberation, the jury finds Arthur Shaw crossed guilty of all 10 counts of murder. February 1, 1991, he receives a 25-year sentence for each victim, killed him in Roe County, 250 years. With the second trial looming after the first lengthy and expensive ordeal, the public opposes the second trial, citing taxpayer burden, Arstoffence Attorney, Ronald Valentine gets him to consider a plea deal, which he takes. March 29, 1991, he pleads guilty to the second degree murder of Elizabeth Gibson, and he received another life sentence to run concurrently with the 250 year sentence.

Then, Shaw Cross is ordered to serve his entire sentence at the Sullivan Correctional Facility in New York State. July 10, 1997, Arthur Shaw Cross and Clara Neal get married at the Sullivan County Correctional Facility. The lady he met when he's working at Brony's produce, what the fuck? She married him after he'd been found guilty of killing all those women, and she knew about the two kids from 1972. When asked about the marriage,

Claire would say, it was nice at all. It took 10 years to make the grade, but I finally did it. It took, fucking took 10 years to be worth a marriage to Arthur Crazyboy Shockross. She was fucking, it's so many edits in the story. So many sad people. The public outrage, Art was allowed

conjugal visits with Clara as they should have been. When he had sex with Art, I wonder if he fantasized about those kids he killed or if he fantasized about the women he killed. November 10th, 2008, after years of conjugal visits and also after making some money, selling some paintings he made in prison, that's awesome. Art or Shockross finally does the world of favor in fucking dice in all but in New York at age 63. He had lived in 63 longer than he probably should have. The day he died, he

complained about a pain in his leg. He was transferred to a hospital and then died later that day from an orderly forcing his dick into arts mouth and choking him while another orderly cut off art's dick and fucking aided to him in front of him. Hey, on him, Rob! Uh, I wish. Uh, I meant to say aided in front of him. I don't know why he stayed there. I worked up. No, he died of cardiac arrest.

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Then he got hit in the head hard Many times connect out by rock, discus, sledgehammer, a fucking sledgehammer. Don't have a 40-foot ladder, other sources listed more head injuries. I just since they didn't show up and all of them, I didn't list all of them, but there was you know, you got fucking knocked out playing football, got knocked out, got hit by a car, taking the hospital, a lot of head injuries. This combination of head injuries, some brain scans would reveal a very fucked up frontal lobe, very poorly functioning, some genetic abnormalities, learning disabilities, may have truly created

a child who, you know, truly was the bane of his mom's existence. And then maybe his mom and his dad, you know, maybe you're probably just weren't emotionally or educationally prepared or intellectually capable of dealing with the kid with all these problems. His school probably wasn't able to help a kid like that either, right? Not back in the 1950s, so now he gets bullied. He gets picked on. He gets made fun of for being weird, stupid, he's confused.

He truly doesn't think properly. He starts getting angry, starts lashing out, picking on smaller kids, hurting killing animals. Then the head injury scrambling already blurry reality so much further. He has sexual problems, maybe genetically, right? Maybe he does get molested. He develops strange fantasies. Has no one to talk to about these fantasies. That's a hard time distinguishing fantasy from reality.

Then he sent to Vietnam. I don't think he did any fighting, but what if he did visit some real shady brothels where there were young children who were very vulnerable where he could do whatever he wanted, or whatever he wanted to them? What if that situation flips some very dark switch on in his head, then he comes back home,

wanting to recreate the really shitty things he didn't Vietnam or at least thought about doing. Now he ends up in prison for arson. How did that impact his already fragile mind? What happened to him there? What fantasies did he run through his mind over and over and over? Next, when he gets out, he starts playing with kids at the fucking playground and no one stops him.

How did those interactions fuel his deviant sexual desires? Then finally, he snaps, acts out on one of his terrible impulses that he had a hard time controlling for God knows how long. If any chance of him ever becoming a contributing member of society was an already shot to a shit by that point, it sure was fucked now. Now he's a fully formed monster. And once he was captured, it seems like prosecutors should have put a lot more thought into how they could make sure that monster never ever ever ever roam the streets again Hopefully cases like his will be used by more and more judicial systems to help ensure that anyone else like him Does not ever get back out after committing the type of crimes that he committed not everyone can be rehabilitated Not everyone deserves. They chance it being rehabilitated. I think very strongly

Time now for today's top five takeaways. Time, suck. Top five takeaways. Number one, Arthur John Shawcross, born on June 6, 1945, and could remain an odd, but not dangerous child initially. But then when he was in third grade, his mom finds out that his dad had another family in Australia. His home life gets more stressful. He doesn't handle stress well. Seems a big ball of mental illness, emotional, and perhaps other types of abuse, genetic abnormalities. Head injuries start rolling down a long hill towards multiple murders.

Number two, Arthur Shaw Cross's first murder victims were two young children, 10-year-old Jack Blake, eight-year-old Karen Ann Hill, both murdered in 1972 in Watertown, New York. Art already had a reputation for playing with the local kids before they went missing. Make sure your kids, if you have them, aren't playing with the weirdo like that anywhere. Call the police if they tell you about a guy like that.

Look into the weirdo yourself. Number three, when Art got out of prison, 1987, from murdering Jack and Karen, he went right back to killing within a year's time. And he kept killing 11 victims, right, at least until he was arrested again 21 months after he had started killing again. He terrorized the streets downtown Rochester for almost two years, able to get away with it for as long as he did in part because authorities had his arrest record sealed. Let's not do that anymore

The rest of us deserve to know who these mother fuckers are and what they've done Number four Arthur Shawcross despite his troubles with sexual dysfunction and odd behavior had four wives and a long-term long-term girlfriend Sarah Chatterton Linda Neary Penny Sherbino Rose Wally Claren Neal But Valentine's Day coming up, you know, uh know what i don't know maybe that's all uh... weirdly inspiring i mean he can find love over and over again uh... you know you can't do lucid and says so

and number five new info speaking of finding love in two thousand one this piece of shit received news that he had a daughter when he was on leave in the military in the late sixties he had a romance in Hawaii forty years later magi deming discovers who her dad is, decides to make contact. Maggie's husband tried to convince her not to talk to Arthur, but she felt like she had to meet him.

She told the interview with the serial killer team, a documentary on Shaw Cross currently, able to be seen on Netflix. He was very gentle. She wrote, gentile here is a little bit gentle. He was very gentle. He was very soft-spoken, spoken very grand fatherly to my daughter The children that he had killed are the same ages as my children now

That's going to be between him and his maker. Yeah, she introduced her kids to their fucked up biological grandpa Maggie continued visiting her father until his death as did some of her seven kids Shock Ross would say of Maggie. She's cool. This is a little you know show shoulder struggling the flat affect on his face I would say of Maggie. She's cool. This is a little, you know, shoulder-strug and the flat affect on his face. I would say of Maggie, why would you do this? Why, why, why? More confusing behavior in a story

so full of so much confusing behavior. Time sucked, tough, five takeaways. The Genesee River Killer has been sucked. Hot damn. Right, that was a wild one, wasn't it? Wasn't that one especially weird? Thanks to Bad Magic, the production's team for all the help and making time suck every week.

Thanks to Queen of Bad Magic, Lindsey Cummins for running our family's lives, being a great co-host on Scare to Death. Thanks to the Reverend Dr. Jill Paisy for production, being a great co-host on As We Dumb, thanks to Bitelixer for keeping the time so capricant and smooth, Logan, the art warlock Keith, for fucking nothing! No, kidding.

He's going to like, I'm trying his best. He's, I just feel like shaking it up. No, thank you for creating all the merch at BadMagicMarch.com, also running socials with Lizzy and Chantras Hernandez. Thanks to Liz, again, for running the private Facebook page. We have the Culti Curious page with their moderators.

And thanks to Beefstake and his mod squad keeping all those meat snacks happy on Discord. Thanks producer Olivia Lee for her initial research on Arthur Shawcross. Hope she's not having nightmares. Next week on Time Sock we can go back to ancient history with a man who was legendary for the bloodthirstyness he had in the carnage he created. A guy who, I mean, you know, overall was maybe a lot scarier than creepy fucking daddy guy Arthur Shawcross, till the Hun. A till the Hun was the leader of an ancient nomadic people known as the Huns and the main

force behind the creation of the Hun Empire. A till and his Hun army fought the Romans in the waiting days of the Roman Empire using their fierce fighting abilities at expertise and on horseback To sack numerous cities across Europe born around 406 CE to a noble Hun family Attila came to power with his brother Bletta then let us sort of disappeared Speculated that Attila had blood a killed he would go on to lead many invasions of Roman territory over the course of his life and Flicking massive destruction and growing the Hunnic Empire To stretch from Asia to parts of Europe of Roman territory over the course of his life, and flicking massive destruction and growing the Hunnic Empire

to stretch from Asia to parts of Europe. His people amassed an incredible amount of plunder until abullied the each and half of the Roman Empire and to pain the Hun's thousands of pounds of gold. But while Attila was responsible for destroying Roman cities, he was at one point also an ally of the Western half of the Roman Empire, helping them fight other barbarian groups, including the Burgundians and the Goths.

Then before Attila could truly complete his legacy, before he could launch an invasion that would have almost certainly taken him into the heart of the Roman Empire, he died abruptly, and 453 CE on his wedding night. So who was this man? What's he really as terrifying as his enemies made out he was, how the hell did he manage to bring the Roman Empire to its knees and how did he die? So all that and more, next week on a historical edition of Time Suck.

And now let's head on over to this week's Time Sucker Updates. The Kiltek Mythology Suck Reminded Super Sucker, Colleen, Per Cocha, I'll have Scott and Lacey Peterson updates next week. I've been cataloging those as well. I added these ones before that episode dropped. So the Celtic mythology suck reminded Super Sucker, Colleen Parcocha, or Pacocha. There we go, Colleen Pacocha of her great grandma. It sounds like she was quite the character. I love this message, Colleen writes,

Hey, I'll sign the suck in minion of Nimrod. Just finished listing to the Celtic suck and it reminded me of a story my dad used to tell me about his childhood. His very Irish grandmother was a bit of a story my dad used to tell me about his childhood. His very Irish grandmother was a bit of a bitch. She always dressed in black and delighted and scared the shit out of my dad and his siblings was stories of scary Celtic creatures.

When she would babysit, she would hide in closets and jump out at them screaming like a banshee. One night after babysitting, she was hit by a street car. Oh my god, and killed on her way home. My dad said his father always felt guilty for not driving her home, but my dad said he felt like the banshees were pissed off at her for imitating them and they came for her.

I got the impression that he didn't miss her that much. Also, I wanted to tell you that I'm a seven year old grandmother who loves time suck. It is by far my favorite podcast. I'll thank you. I've got my son addicted to it now too. Keep on being curious and sharing that with the world and keep on sucking Colleen. Well Colleen, I love that you. I've got my son addicted to it now too. Keep on being curious and sharing that with the world and keep on sucking Colleen.

Well, Colleen, I love that you love time suck. Also, you're great grandma. She sounds like a fun one in a way. I mean, maybe she was a bitch. Or maybe she was just very, very funny, right? I feel like there's a decent chance that her and I would have gotten along pretty well. Hail Nimrod Colleen, a great Irish name, by the way.

Colleen and keep on sucking. I think it's Irish. I've always associated Colleen, a great Irish name, by the way. Colleen and keep on sucking. I think it's Irish. I've always associated Colleen with being an Irish name. Next up, shame sucker, Dory Killeen. Dory Killeen, that sounds Irish again. Got Cummins Lawd kind of. She shares another grand parent centric message, writing, hi Dan.

I hope you're doing well. My name is Dory. I've been listening to your podcast since the very beginning in 2016. My wonderful sorority little sister, Rebecca, Reba Lill, he used to help out with the pod, introduce me, and it was love at first sight. I love Reba. Somehow, all this time I've managed to avoid having awkward encounters.

Well, listen to the pod until recently. I was taking my 82 year old grandma to a doctor's appointment, and I plugged my, give you, and I plugged my phone into my car. I listened to your podcast or small town murder every single time I dry without fail It's become second-ature so I really didn't think anything of it. Well, I was wrong You started talking about shaped genitals and my grandma looked at me like I had 12 heads And you kept going on and on about how there are square vaginas and cylindrical shaped penises and I I couldn't stop laughing my grandma screamed screamed, Dory, what are you listening to?

It was more hilarious than more defined, but I definitely wanted to share. My poor little grams is very concerned about me now, ha ha. My grandpa, her husband, who is unfortunately in the lung with this would have loved your podcast. He used to listen to books on tape when he worked in New York City during his commute to and from work.

My grandma giggled about how we have similar taste and things we listened to. I'll take that as a compliment. Thanks for all that you do. Stay healthy and safe. Keep on sucking. Dory. Well, thank you, Dory. I love that you can have fun with your grandma like that. Your grandpa sounds like he was fucking awesome. Your grandma sounds fun as well. And yet until Reba high, she was so great to work with as was her sister Sarah, thely ladies the lily people you not say ladies I like that word they're the best I'm very fond of them now an old lie claims a new victim sad sucker Danny Craig is upset that there is not a

magical poultry creature in the ocean she writes you absolute motherfucking fucker I'm currently on a mission to listen to all the time sucks currently on the Bermuda Triangle episode of my God was I invested in the chicken of the sea. To then realize it was all a fucking lie. Chicken of the sea is tuna and not adorable little chickens that live in the sea and lay eggs on the ocean floor. You fucker. Keep on sucking. I hope you enjoy this update. I did enjoy that update Danny. I wait, I wrote Danny and I'm second guessing why am I doing that. All right, your name is Danny. I think I had that dory before Danny, I, I, I, I, wait, I wrote Danny and I'm second guessing why am I doing that. All right, your name is Danny. I think I had that door before it. Danny, I too wish there were actual chickens who lived in the sea and could breathe underwater.

It would make for some cute and hilarious nature documentaries that'd be so fun to watch on your high. Thanks for checking out the, the back catalog and hail NMR to you. And now much heavier message from a top shelf meat sack. Inspiring meat sack who's doing a lot better than she was, Kelly. Kelly writes, hello, Captain Boy, you cried wolf. If you read this on the show, please only use my first name. This is gonna be long, and I don't give a shit.

So settle in. Fair enough. Holy shit, you know how to put shit into perspective. So a few nights ago, I'm sitting on my bed, listening to the podcast, doing my nighly ritual of holding my entire bottle of Xanix in my hand, trying to find a reason not to swallow them all. You finally gave it to me. Let me explain. I found your podcast last September at a time I really needed a reason to laugh.

At that time of my life, I was smacked to have in the middle of having to literally cut my toxic sister out of my life. Her, my mom and one of my nieces have been living in my tiny ass apartment with me. She had been so mentally and physically abusive I had to have her arrested and obtain a protective order in order to even get her out. My mom chose to leave with her and live with complete strangers because she was angry with me for calling the cops on my sister. On top of dealing with that, I'm also battling PTSD and severe depressions stemming from the summer of 2020. That summer I took my first ever vacation to the Rockies in Colorado. There I was kept

in the mountains for two weeks. By a person I thought was my friend, turned out he was not. For the next two weeks, he sexually assaulted me, threatening to leave me to the fucking bears. He would tell me I owed him and that he was the victim. We were so far up, my phone never had service. I have asthma and chronic bronchitis, so walking away was not an option. I had to keep myself from puking while I slowly gained

his trust. Eventually I talked him into going down the mountain to rent a campground so we could shower, et cetera. He raped me again that night in the shower. Once he was sound asleep, I grabbed my bag and took off. That was about five, 30 in the morning. I managed to find a ride into Colorado Springs, was making my way to the bus station

when he began blowing up my phone. When the woman saw how freaked out I became, she convinced me to call the police. I did. The deputy met me at the bus station, took my phone. When the woman saw how freaked out I became, she convinced me to call the police. I did. The deputy met me at the bus station, took my statement. He then, instead of going to the campground to arrest him, told me there was nothing he could do. Just left me there.

I didn't have enough money for a bus ticket home. He had taken all the money I took with me early on. I managed to find help via Facebook, but the bus wasn't leaving till the next morning and the station closed at 11 p.m. I walked across the street to the fire station feeling defeated and dirty. After about an hour, a few of the firemen came out station closed at 11 p.m. I walked across the street to the fire station feeling defeated and dirty.

After about an hour, a few of the firemen came out, asked me if I was okay. I lost my shit. I began crying uncontrollably, attempted to tell them my story. One of them called for a female officer to come and talk with me. She came, took me to the police station.

I told her all that had happened to me. Victims advocacy came, put me in a motel room, helped me make it to the bus the next morning. The state of Colorado has since decided not to file charges because I live out of state and they cannot find him now. This is more mess, there is more mess up shit I've been through in life. I was sexually abused as a child, my first marriage was a physically abusive one, my ex-fiance was emotionally abusive, I've had several miscarriages, I've been homeless for a huge chunk

of my adult life. On top of all this, I have bipolar disorder and take no meds as it is medication resistant. That means that any meds they put me on stop working after a little while. Six years ago, I chose to not put my body through the constant change of medications anymore. I only take this annex to combat the social anxiety and panic attacks I now suffer because

of these sexual assaults. Anyway, back to me, sit on the edge of my bed contemplating suicide. I'm sitting there, staring at roughly 50 pills in my hand. Your podcast is plain. I've been kind of jumping around the backlog, trying to keep up on the current sucks because I've had a lot of time in my hands the last three weeks, fuck COVID. So there I am just staring at these pills, thinking to myself, I can't do this anymore when the suck on Joseph Fritzel comes on. Now I feel like a total tool for thinking the way I was thinking.

If that woman could endure what she did and keep on swimming, so can I. What she went through makes it two weeks seem like fucking Disneyland, right? Two weeks, yeah, in the mountains. I decided right then and there to seek help. I now have a therapy appointment in two weeks. I live in a small town. There are no groups close for rapes survivors. I'm thinking about starting one.

So thank you for all that you do and all you help even when you aren't trying to. Also, I want you to know I'm a pagan leaning on the wick inside and I wanted you to know you did an excellent job on the Celtic mythology suck. Thank you guys, I was actually super stressed out about that. Weirdly stressed out. That's shit is hard to understand and I've been practicing for over 30 years. If anyone emails you with hate shit about it, you just tell them to drink a cup of Camimil tea, smoke a joint, and suck your wizard staff.

I also wanted to share what I think would be, should be done, or what I think should be done with rapists and pedophiles. Hear me out. I'm on board with this. Take them out of the woods, strip them naked, nail their dick to a tree with a rusty nail. Cover them in honey, give them a dull hacksaw, leave.

Bam, done. I like it I wish that would have done with the shock cross damn I feel better again Thank you for being you you haven't gotten me yet with any of your tall tales I haven't been commons lawd yet. I'll let you know if you win that happens until then stay crazy Stay funny and keep on sucking well Kelly hot damn you are strong as fuck Luciferina is impressed by your tenacity. I'm inspired. So glad you didn't quit.

I mean, who the fuck knows how many people going forward you are going to help? How many lives will your life safe, right? Your story, 1,100. You just have to keep marching forward to find out and I have no doubt you will and you are going to help so many and untold amount of people.

So glad my weird ask can help you in some small way And yeah, you help me too. We all need perspective realignments. I need them all the time Hail fucking Nimrod you got damn champion and one more from another awesome sucker Katie Daniel Who made me feel good writing know what praise about jangles and hail Nimrod for your moshmouth Good morning. You silly bastard Just listen to the first episode of 2022 where you said there and hail Nimrod for your moshmouth. Good morning, you silly bastard. Just listen to the first episode of 2022, where you said there's unfortunately no fix to your moshmouth. And that is partly because you can't design exactly what you want to say. I think it's also partly because you're so excited to

tell us what you've learned. And I hope you never lose that enthusiasm. The enthusiasm to learn more is certainly rubbed off, has certainly rubbed off on me, and I know it's rubbed off on other time-stuckers. I truly believe the desire to learn more is what will save the world. Much love to time-stuckers. I truly believe the desire to learn more is what will save the world. Much love to the whole bad magic crew. I'm a better person because of you all, Katie. Fucking thank you, Katie.

Yeah, I do get excited. I'm an excitable person. I hope I always get excited. And I'm so lucky you, y'all keep listening the inspired the way I talk. Hopefully it's inspiring to tell me you, and we're kind of like how Arthur Shockross can be inspiring romantically,

like if he can get dates, right? I'm fucking, look at the way he acted. Maybe you think like, well, that guy can make a living talking and he can barely speak one language, right? That's inspiring. And hopefully it's inspiring in a way that, you know, like, you don't have to do what's quote unquote, right? To make something that people love.

You can do it in your own weird, broken, fucked up, non-traditional style. There's so many different paths to success. Yours doesn't have to look like literally anyone else's. So, Hail Named Rod, you beautiful bastards. Thanks for always reminding me that there are a lot more great people in the world than there are people like Arthur J. Shockross.

Thank you. Thanks, time suckers. I need a net. We all did. Thanks again for listening to another Bad Magic Productions podcast, Meat Sex. If you take a serious blow to the head and start thinking about choking people out or eating their vaginas, maybe don't ignore what's happening there and maybe schedule a therapy appointment, start wearing a helmet ass, always wear a helmet, stay alert, stay aware, and you know, keep on sucking.

All right, here is a little clip of Arthur talking from one of the many interviews he gave as one of his shown in interview with the serial killer and yeah, just such a disturbing dude. He's a bad man, I mean, you never can get rid of it. He's behind a door somewhere. I'm trying to keep him there. I don't want to hurt nobody else. Really?

Really? Yeah. I just have a to hurt somebody else. Really? Really? I just have a final question. I mean, what? Why won't you talk about the two young dab? It's over. Is it because you're ashamed of it? It's disc-enic. It's this is over. It's so interesting.

Okay. Earlier in the same interview, he talks about, you know, eating people's parts and everything, but then when he gets to the kids, he just won't talk about it. And that whole thing about like keeping that bad guy from getting out, I mean, man, what it would be like to get inside his head

before he died and see what that world looked like. Well, I wouldn't want to do that. I wouldn't want to do that. It's like I do it from like a remote place, like some little movie, maybe watch clips up for a second. I don't think I can take very much, but yeeeek! Scary, scary dude!

Glad he's gone.