Timesuck with Dan Cummins - 86 - The Green River Killer

Episode Date: May 7, 2018

Gary "The Green River Killer" Ridgway is currently in prison in Walla Walla, Washington, having been convicted of 49 different murders, most of which took place in the early and mid-1980s. It took investigators nearly 20 years to catch this seemingly normal suburban married Seattle-area father and big rig painter by day and young prostitute murdering monster by night. But thankfully, he was caught thanks to the Green River Task Force never giving up. We cover the life and horrible times of the most prolific serial killer in United States history, today, on Timesuck. Thanks for helping us donate $500 to helping fight prostitute victimization! If you'd like to also donate to this great Seattle-based organization, head to http://seattleops.org/ - the Seattle Organization for Prostitute Survivors. Hail Nimrod! Check out the fantastic My West Coast Buds podcast! Timesuck is also brought to you by Hunch.ly! Web research made easy! Get 15% off on your Hunchly purchase by heading to hunch.ly and using the coupon code: timesuck. Timesuck is also brought to you by LEESA! The socially conscious mattress store! Go to www.leesa.com/timesuckto get $125 off AND a free pillow!! Merch - https://badmagicmerch.com/ Want to try out Discord!?! https://discord.gg/tqzH89v Want to join the Cult of the Curious private Facebook Group? Go directly to Facebook and search for "Cult of the Curious" in order to locate whatever current page hasn't been put in FB Jail :) For all merch related questions: https://badmagicmerch.com/pages/contact Please rate and subscribe on iTunes and elsewhere and follow the suck on social media!! @timesuckpodcast on IG, @timesuckpodcast on Twitter, and www.facebook.com/timesuckpodcast Wanna be a Space Lizard"? We're over 2,200 strong! Go here: https://www.patreon.com/timesuckpodcast Sign up through Patreon and for $5 a month you get to listen to the Secret Suck, which will drop Thursdays at Noon, PST. You'll also get 20% off of all regular Timesuck merch PLUS access to exclusive Space Lizard merch. You get to vote on two Monday topics each month via the app. And you get the download link for my new comedy album, Feel the Heat. Check the Patreon posts to find out how to download the new album and take advantage of other benefits. And, thank you for supporting the show by doing your Amazon shopping after clicking on my Amazon link at www.timesuckpodcast.com

Gary Ridgeway, the Green River Killer, real piece of shit. Massagenistic misfit, preyed on the weakest members of society. Young, female, street prostitutes, runaways. Women already marginalized to the lowest-rung society, mere sexual objects to be used as the men who bought their bodies south fit. And no one used them more than Gary. He took everything from them, took their futures,

took their hopes and dreams. Now, the ones that short-lived time a desperate choice has hadn't already removed. Youthful light in one's eyes, most of us are fortunate enough to have, or at least experience for a while, when we were in our teens or 20s that feeling that anything was possible,

or that of things, you know, weren't where you wanted them to be, there was still time to change course. Well, he took that. He ended the hope that was there, you know, that there was still time to get things right. He took what little was left of their light and he fucking snuffed it out. He watched you go out.

And then after taking that last bit of these women's lives, he refused to even allow them dignity and death. He returned to the body dump sites, desecrated their body's time and time again as he saw fit. He left their families wonder what had happened to their daughters year after year. He let them fear the worst and the worst was what happened to them. Gary Leon Ridgeway will be convicted of murdering 49 women in Western Washington state. He confessed to killing 48 in 2003 to avoid death penalty.

He was given 48 life sentences plus another 480 years, 10 years for tampering with evidence in each of the 48 murders. And then in 2011, 49th body was found and he was given another life sentence. He claimed over 20 additional murders on top of the ones he was convicted of. Feels like any sentence that involves allowing you to still live when you've been convicted of killing 49 human beings seems a little soft,

but it was the only way to get closure on so many homicide cold cases. So now sadly this complete fucking dirt bag still alive currently incarcerated at the age of 69 The Washington State Penitentiary and walla walla Washington where you know damn well. He's making a lot of 69 jokes Uh, why did you do it? How did you do it? How did you get away with it for so long? You killed without being caught for over 15 years Almost 20 years We look into all of that and more as we suck on one of the worst human beings, the Pacific Northwest has ever produced today on Time Suck.

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And I wondered as I read about his childhood, did that early trifecta of deviant behavior greatly increases chances of becoming a serial killer? Like I'd always believed? Maybe not. According to an article I found in Psychology Today, this formula may actually offer very little in the way of predicting future criminality.

Instead, thanks to misconceptions and spotty research, the notion that the McDonald Triad points to murder prone kids has become an entrenched stereotype. So where did it come from? Well, let's learn some shit. Let's dig in. 1963 forensic psychiatrist Donald Ronald Ronald McDonald

No, forensic psychiatrist psychiatrist J. M. McDonald Observed in a paper the threat to kill that these three behaviors often showed up in his most aggressive and sadistic patients Excuse me. Can I get a little thing off my tongue. There we go. There we go. McDonald had compared to had a little almonds or walnut shabings in my in my home meal this morning. And one's put on my tongue for the last hour. It's fucking tricky to get off, but I just did it. So high five for myself. No. These three behaviors showed up in his most aggressive sad specific patients. Mr. Donald had to compare the childhood

to 48 psychotic patients against 52 non-psychotic patients, all of whom incidentally threatened to kill somebody, none of whom had actually killed anybody, just over half of these patients were male, and they ranged an age from all the way from 11 to 83. And McDonald relied mostly on clinical observation to make his assessment. And it's worth noting that he himself did not believe

in his study or that his study necessarily had any strong predictive value. He just found this information. Interesting, his research group was small, unrepresented, and he just thought that it was interesting that psychotic patients seemed to be more threatening than the average psychotic patient. When as a kid, they had engaged in animal cruelty, fire, starting and prolonged bed wedding, all of which by the way, I also engaged him. Uh, damn it. I set many a fire

as a teen. I can't take it back. It was living in Las Vegas a couple of years, two, you know, me and a friend. We set the trees, dumpsters, sagebrush fields on next to apartment complexes, the blaze, just to watch people freak out. What's the fire department come? And we just, Vegas that time there would be like an undeveloped block, next to a developed block, we would set the undeveloped block, the brush on fire. And you know what, maybe the fire department would put it out before it reached the apartment complex, maybe not.

Thank God it always did. But that was, you know, some of the excitement was just like, oh god, what did we do? What chaos? Can anyone stop it? No, we were fucking savages. So I did that and yeah, a lot of dumpster dumpster fires were exciting because you know, because when you were on the other side of the building, where you couldn't see the dumpster, you just look like a house is on fire and people would freak the fuck out.

And we like being the reason people were freaking out. We were terrible. Also, I went to bed on a we like being the reason people were freaking out. We were terrible. Also, I went to bed on a regular basis, all the way through junior high school, had a few accidents actually in high school, and had at least one bed wedding incident in college, where I woke up to find myself peeing on somebody. For real, woke up mid arc.

She was still sleeping next to me, and that was a rough minute or so. When I stopped peeing, it was fast like hood, tried to stay still, knew that I just peed on someone, knew that they hadn't woken up, and was trying to figure out how am I gonna handle this? And my plan was to try to rush, go grab some water from the kitchen, come back and throw it on her.

Which is fucking super weird, and she'd be angry. But I'd rather have her think I was just like a weird prankster. Didn't understand how that wasn't funny rather than a bed wetter rather than a 20 year old bed wetter. She did find out it was actually very cool about it. But it's a nocturnal in your recess is a scientific term for a nighttime bed wetting. And yeah, I had that. And while I wasn't cruel to dogs, and I, you know, I'd like to think I wasn't cruel to pets in general. I was borderline cruel.

Maybe not borderline. Maybe just cruel to my sister's cat Toby. And here's why I say that. I would do this thing to Toby where I would go get one of my mom's nylons and I would stuff the I would stuff the cat into one of my mom's nylons because I thought it made it look a burglar. You know, like, you see like a burglar put a nylon on his face and his face gets all smushed up? I would do that to Toby and Toby's face would be all smushed up and she'd be like, she'd be wedged in to the bottom of the nylon.

And that's kind of a cool, but I think what made it pretty cool is then I would spin the nylon around. I wouldn't whip her into things, but I would spin her around like a helicopter blade. You know, spinning her around your head and she would actually make a sound around like like a helicopter blade, you know spinning her around your head And she would actually make a sound similar to like a helicopter Make that sound and I thought it was really funny and look it back as pretty fucked up And also shot a lot of squirrels and small birds and stuff with it with a pellet gun

So you know I did a lot of that stuff So just like your original way to that predispose me towards being a sadistic killer? Turns out, yeah, turns out it did. I didn't feel comfortable admitting this earlier in the podcast, you know, the history, like in the early episodes, but I did kill a guy in Miami in 1998, you know? I, I look, look, here's the thing.

I don't wanna say that I wanted to kill him, but to be honest, I didn't, I didn't want to not kill him. So you interpret that how you want. And that was the first time we killed somebody. But we're not here to talk about me. We're not here to talk about me. Now, my boring details is that the many unsolved murders I'm a part of. We're here to talk about gear Ridgeway. So anyway, forget about it. Now, that was not true. What if I just fucking went on and never took that back and just let you just like, did he really fucking to submit to it mitigating somebody?

No. Get rid of you, did though. Let's talk about the McDonald's triad. Does it really dispose one towards murder? A lot of people have believed that to be true. Well, again, despite McDonald himself questioning the implications of this finding, other later researchers felt his ideas were at the very, you know, least worth retesting in a couple of years after his publication, a

parapsychiatrist, helmet and Ryan divided 84 incarcerated offenders into two groups, 53 non-aggressive offenders, 31 aggressively violent offenders. And they found that three-fourths of the violent offenders showed evidence of one or two behaviors from the triad and that 45% showed all three. But their study too was small and poorly designed. For one thing i cannot find any info on what the percentage of non-violent offenders displayed all three behaviors so the results are meaningless

and i do hate that about research you see online i see this all the time they'll throw in a crazy stat that can fit the narrative you know that they're trying to push in their article about like can you believe that you know uh... that people with these behaviors kill all the time and they show like, you know, the stat of how many people lined up with that, like we just, but they don't show the comparable stat

for how many people who had those same, you know, traits didn't kill. And that's where the actual meaning of the study comes in. Like, for example, if you said that 75% of serial killers wet the beds at fires and were cruel to animals as a kid, you would then be freaked out if your kid did all three of those things right? You'd be like oh my god. There's a 75% chance they're gonna become a fucking serial killer But then if you heard that 86% of the general population wet the bed set fires and were cruel to animals

You'd be like oh my gosh, there's actually a good chance my my kid will not be a serial killer odds are against him Sounds like a lot of people are you know Gonna be a serial killer though. You know, I'd be worried like you know How was how was everyone but me went in the bed and poor animals. Is it my only one not abusing them? And why is there so much shit out there to burn? But seriously, the second bit of info drastically changes the importance and relevance and predictiveness of the first bit of info. You know, otherwise just, you know, meaningless data. You know, it's like, like I hate it when places do that. 20% of people who eat bacon will get cancer.

Oh my God, this is not way to bacon. Then you find out 20% of the general population regardless of diet will get cancer. That's a, what the fuck? Get the bacon back over here then. Why'd you tell me the first thing? Still, more researchers tried to link this childhood behavior with this is criminal adult behavior, you know,

with much larger groups, better controls. And no one was actually able to prove a definitive link. So, nope, so not actually a correlation. There is a correlation with Calus disregard and being becoming a minister of color, which is a terrible phrase. Yeah, this, this is showed up in some studies when they said people who had Calus disregard were a greater risk for homicidal tendencies, lady, later, excuse me. I don't know, what a weird thing to define callous disregard, interesting phrase.

Man, very creepy quality, you know. I feel like if that showed up on somebody's dating profile, just maybe don't date them. If they're like, I like staying home, watching Netflix, like Vietnamese cuisine like some Tha and have a callous just regard for humanity. I'm gonna say I'm gonna say that's a that's a no go Also a lot of authors, you know, I guess I feel like kind of ran with this because they were just you know too too lazy to kind of you know Fact check its validity

You know, they thought it was just fun to kind of name drop the study and and you know talk about some correlation It was not there and one of the groups that did this, I was surprised by was FBI's behavioral analysis unit, right? During the 80s and 90s, they would offer evidence for their own studies pointing towards the triad is being predictive, but their research also flawed. Yeah, like while while on the road teach and local jurisdictions about behavioral analysis, several members of the then behavioral science unit interviewed offenders nearby prisons with no effort to work within a randomized scientific design.

They just gathered info from 36 convicted murders, only 25 of which were serial killers. All had voluntarily agreed to talk and they came up again with the correlation. They felt was positive between the triad and being a murderer. And they used that data to develop theories and publish articles.

And again, again, but not like proven in a clinical way. They did find also though that the half the subjects were from single parent homes. Three fourths had described an indifferent or negligent parent. A majority had a psychiatric history. The mean IQ was bright, normal, and three-fourths had paraffilias, aka extreme, possibly deviant sexual fetishes,

such as attraction to objects or body parts like Dommer had. Remember Dommer was attracted to bicep muscles and not like in the way of, oh, that dude's hot, he's got some guns, but more in the way of, oh man, that dude's hot, I wish I could cut his arm off and fuck his bicep. I remember that creep. And three-fourths, also reported the experience of childhood abuse.

In addition, although the FBI agents found evidence and many other subjects of at least one of them, McDonald's triad factors, they supplied no data about the percentage that had all three. And again, no comparative data from the general population to measure it up against. So who knows? So who knows? But I'm going to lean towards, you know, all right, doesn't, it doesn't mean because you did those things like I did, doesn't mean you're going to be a murderer. Hopefully I'm not going to be a murderer when I grow

up someday. The only triad that I think that matters is the Bojangles triad. That's three legs, one block of muscle, pipple, awesomeness, praise Bojangles, praise our sweet, pipple, mascot. Okay, the only real triad that matters is what a fool believes minute by minute and y'all will be there. Those are the three Michael McDonald's solo career singles that have one Grammys. No, but, uh, yeah. So I, I, I, I, I gave, I wrote down way too much. I'm skipping here ahead in my, I wrote way too much back to McDonald's triad. I just kept going over and over the same phone. So, uh, I had it, Ridgeway had it, he acted on it, I didn't.

And if you had those things in your childhood, rest a little easier, I guess, that while some people, including the FBI behavioral unit, did think there was a correlation between having the triad and doing some naughty stuff when you're older, there has been no conclusive study proving the link. Okay, well, let's look into some conclusive stuff. Let's look into the life of this sick fuck

this gear Ridgeway, the Green River Killer, with today's time suck timeline. Shrap on those boot soldier. We're marching down a time suck timeline. Gary Leon Ridgeway was born February 18th, 1949 in Salt Lake City, second of three brothers, parents Thomas Newton Ridgeway, Mary Rita Ridgeway lived in a rented room near a local high school. The oldest brother Gregory Ridgeway was also born in 1948, Salt Lake City, youngest brother, Thomas Edward Ridgeway was born in 1951, public records do not reveal where the family lived at that time.

Sadly, not a lot of other information really is known about his early childhood, about the first 12 years of his life. His family after his capture, understandably not real interested in talking about young Garber. We probably know a lot more, but Garber wasn't apprehended until he was 52 years old. His mom, born in 1928, she would have been 73 by that time, but according to a neighbor, she died before he was captured. I cannot find an obituary reference for his mother,

but some of his former neighbors remember Gary going to the funeral of his mom before he was arrested. So I feel like that's a good sign that she is dead. We'll never get to hear her account of Gary's childhood, and I did find an obituary reference for his dad who for sure died three years before his capture. So too late to get any info out of him as well. His brothers were in our religious enough to feel like it was God's place to judge their brother, not theirs. So they didn't want to talk. They continued

to have a relationship with Gary after his arrest and conviction, at least for a little while. Maybe they still do. Still haven't seen real interested in speaking to the police or the media. His ex wives don't seem to know much about Gary's early childhood other than that mom was domineering and dad was a doormat. And the Gary with the bed. We know that according to Gary. According to Gary, his mother would also do something you're not supposed to do if you

have a bed wetter. Like I was a bed wetter and my mom would be annoyed that I, you know, had wet the sheets again because she'd have to do more laundry. I feel like it's a fairly normal response, a little irritation. Gary's mother would thoroughly wash the generals after we're at the bed. And that seems to be a bit much.

And I'm gonna say, I'm not a pediatrician, not a child psychologist, but I'm gonna say, unless your kid is cognitively delayed, gotta be a hard cut off on age when it comes to thorough general washing. I'm gonna say, I'm gonna say no later than six, which I know sounds high, which I know sounds high. I learned that at the livestock last night, but I look, I would say four. I would go with four, but I'm sure there are some pre-K kids out there who don't have any mental issues, so to speak, but also got some dirty dicks, you know, you probably don't have a firm handle on what it means to have

a clean wing. So that's why that's why I kicked it up to six. I personally can stop it for. Gary had a clean wing. He had arguably the cleanest wing in town. Gary has vivid memories of his mom, thoroughly washing his peace and wing, polishing up a little corn on the cup, just creepy. And we don't know much else about young Gary until he was 12, 1960. When Gary was 12, he raped a neighbor's dog and the neighbor initially pressed charges. But then the golden retriever mitzi was not willing to testify in the charges word drops. And that is insane. That had never happened. No, 1960, the Ridgeways moved to a house in what is now the city of C-Tack. No, 1960, the Ridgeways moved to a house in what is now the city of C-Tack.

Don't think about Midts anymore. She's fine. C-Tack is roughly 25,000 persons, strong suburb of Seattle, lies in Southern King County, surrounds a C-Tack, international airport, a societal Tacoma airport. It actually been incorporated only since 1990, and there has a lot of cool stuff in it so much, it has the Highline Botanical Garden, and that's it. It has airports, garden, nothing else of interest. That cool stuff in it so much, it has the high line botanical garden and that's it. It has a airport, garden, nothing else of interest. I thought I'd had IKEA, home of cheap and cheerful office furniture and cheap and taseas fuck me, boss, but that's in Renton.

That's actually nearby Renton, if you care, which you probably don't. Anywho, the old Ridgeway house still stands at 4404 south 175th Street. What seems to be very non-escript middle class neighborhood called McMick and Heights. Shaggy scrubs and trees now concealed a view from the road. But when Gary was a kid, the yard was wide and open, big enough for family football games. Thomas Ridgeway was a bus driver, also worked for the time at a mortuary.

Mary Ridgeway was a saleswoman at JC Penny and Renton. Let's talk about JC Penny. JC Penny, not cool now, but that story used to be the shit. Right? I'm pretty sure the boss section of that big old JC Penny 80s catalog is the first place I discovered my sexuality. One day flip into the pages to make it to the biggest toy section where they always had so many great toys and you know, in color pictures of super happy looking kids playing with the latest greatest Lego sets GI Joe figures and accessories

planes tanks bases That are Tories and Tendo's they have Nerf guns. They're the best remote control cars that I knew of now I realized hobby stores. You know had some nitro gas shit. I didn't know about and JC Penny had you know cheap battery D powered bullshit But thought it was cool. One day, trying to get to that section, hit the broth section and was not grossed out. Instead, I was like, oh, I like this.

I can see a lot of these women's boobs and it's great. I can see an outline of some parts of the Irvigina areas and I don't even know that. What is it? All of this isn't there yet. I like it. I don't know, fully what's all in there now, but I still like it.

And how did my favorite catalog get even fucking better? Anyway, I got a, ah, getting way off path. Damn you Lucifina, you're glorious visions of distracting 80s boops and panties. Gary's mom worked there, JC Penny, virtually impossible to put the next few years in any kind of chronological order. All we have to go on is the recollections

of old neighbors, childhood friends, classmates, and ex-girlfriends. So this next little kind of, you know of chunk is like a collage of things of Gary being in junior high in high school. Same neighbors that would recall young Gary coming over and splashed in the backyard pool with their kids sitting in their living room watching TV, recalled him as just being bright, polite, frankly, pretty nondescript. Gary's second wife would later assert that his mom was a vertically sexual and dressed like a prostitute. However, now, old

neighbors heavily dispute that account. And you'll find that when you look into Gary, if you do, a lot of disputed accounts of his childhood. Gary himself hasn't talked a ton about it, not in detail. And frankly, it's hard to understand what the hell he is talking about. How's the time? Not an eloquent speaker, more on that a little bit later. Other than snapshots from neighbors, co-workers, childhood acquaintances, and ex-wives, a lot of his recollections of childhood come from Gary himself. And that's troublesome because he wasn't known for being super honest, he would actually

end up passing two separate polygraphs to test later in his young adulthood. The account of Gary's sexed up mom is disputed by a woman who lived next door to the Ridgeways, who said that she dressed modestly and just wore jeans and you know, 90% of the time. And I'm guessing not sexy, 1960s flower child jeans, probably more like mom jeans, straight leg cut, not heavily tapered at the bottom,

form obliterating instead of form fitting. The same neighbor remembered Mary as a good neighbor the The mom recalled her being a skilled and avid gardener, someone who turned her yard into a miniature park. They remembered her years after Gary become a grown man playing badminton and volleyball, you know, with the granddaughters, you know, some of Gary's brothers, children, Bruce, Revard also lived next door to the Ridgeway family throughout the 1960s as a child and seat to acu played regularly with Eddie Gary's younger brother and Rev. Remember his family football games. Remember the Ridgeway's tinkering with cars and garage to Chrysler men. Gary Ridgeway was the family favorite according to him.

Other friends classmates and teachers remembered Gary as an achiever. He was the popular brother and the track team member who ran for student office at Tai E high school. But again, this one seems to speed it to me. You get people from remembering him being an achiever. However, he was 20 when he finally graduated high school. So was he an achiever? He told investigators he was a slow learner and a poor reader. He was held back two grades before graduating Taeyi High School.

So if he really was an achiever, does not speak well about the overall educational status of Taiyai school in the 1960s. Maybe not the best school he was going to, right? If the 20 year old graduate graduate is the fucking achiever. Oh, Gary, man, he was the best we had. He's the best we ever seen in Taiyai. He graduated at 20. Can you believe it? Can you believe it? It was unheard of to make it out of high school and tie you in the 60s before the age of 25 I graduated 34 I mean it was hard to get in high school before the age of 18 But Gary manager there was just something different about him. He just had a drive and a vision that you just didn't see

Again conflicting stories of his youth Bruce all also recalled that the Ridgeway parents were strict Especially with two younger brothers. The mother would scream with the boys, he said, and the father would spank him. For a bar of city, I could sit up in my tree house, look into their yard, and I just hear cries of dad. No, dad, no. And they were getting beaten with the belt or a stick or whatever. So that sounds terrible when you hear that. But again, other neighbors, I found in articles, you know, talking about the,

you know, after you got caught back in the early 2000s of these articles with the interview, the rest of the neighbors like to come with papers and stuff and they were like, no, I don't remember that. So a lot of disputed information. The Anderson's who live next door, they're there's a deeply skeptical of allegations, you know, that the father beat the boys. They, you know, they don't claim to know what went on in the house, but they never heard anything like that in the yard. One of Ridgeway's girlfriends said Gary was extremely close to his mother growing up, but could never please her. Mary Ridgeway, she said wore the pants in the family.

And also that was said in court by Marsha Winslow, Ridgeway's second wife. And she remembered Mary Ridgeway, younger husband continually. She said that in court. And also in court documents, Winslow described seeing Mary once break dinner plate over her husband's head, and he didn't retaliate.

This came up in other articles too. I don't know if like apparently like plate breaking was a big thing. He just get up from the table and just leave the room. Gotta say man, pretty solid man move right there. Don't even acknowledge the plate just being broken over your head, you just like get up. You quietly walkin' out of the room.

Sadly though, old dad, old Tommy Ridgeway didn't just keep on walkin' like your supposed in that situation, what you're supposed to do is calmly get up. You quietly walkin' out of the room. Sadly though, old dad, old Tommy Ridgway, didn't just keep on walkin' like your supposed in that situation, what you're supposed to do is call me get up, call me walk just, you know, the fuck on out of the house and straight to the police station and follow charges. Somebody breaks a plate over your head, especially in front of company.

In front of guests, getting a plate broken over your head, you don't go to marriage counseling. Uh, I'm gonna say it's over. Uh, I don't want to treat divorce lightly, but I'm going to tell you right now, if someone breaks a plate over your head, get the fuck out of that relationship. There's, uh, there's no good reason to have done that.

Head bloody equals marriage over in that situation. Gilbert, Mendelius family, moved in next door to the Ridgeways when Mendelius was in seventh grade. He and Gary became good friends off and walked to school together. And then Mendiola stopped walking to school with Gary one day when Gary killed him. Yep, Mendiola would later recall being really chicken up by getting killed by Gary. He didn't appreciate it.

He said Gary murdered him a few times, grown up and it bothered him. He always stuck with him. I mean, I'll get murdered. That doesn't make any sense, does it? No, Mendiola saw no signs of the strict parenting, and bothered him. Always stuck with him, I mean, I'll get murdered. That doesn't make any sense, does it? No, Mendelsoh, no signs of the strict parenting and regard of remembers. Study also didn't really know about Ridgeway's parents. You know, he said the Gary,

was just a, seemed like it'd been a nice guy, interested in sports and girls, he normal. Other friends and classmates, I'll offer similar memories of Ridgeway, personal like cars, played freshman football. Nice guy, but pretty average, nice mom, nice dad, didn't really stand out in one former classmate, Tim Schinners.

Taiy graduate Terry Rochelle, 52 years old, the time of the interview. Remember Ridgeway showed up on Saturday nights at a youth nightclub run by local Methodist church, typical kid stuff. That doesn't sound fun, by the way. Methodist church nightclub, use nightclub. Sounds like a blue ball factory, right?

Sounds like probably a lot of trips to the bathroom were made to adjust useful boners. Not to not be shamed by the, by the, by the, by this guardians. Taii, originally often got into minor scrapes. It seemed going to the principal's office, but nothing bad, Richelle said. Revert, said, originally had no problems with girls in school.

Alan Sample, who attended a high-line community college with Greg Richway, also remembers Gary. Remember, he was a ladies man. Never had any trouble getting a date. Sample said, so just kind of this, all these random kind of memories of this guy. And basically, I think throughout, you just get a picture of a dude who, you know,

by all accounts was just normal, who seemed normal by almost everyone who remembered his you know some people thought of him as a cheavers sometimes you know it seemed like maybe he was a little behind the curve with you know graduating a couple years too late others remember him as a ladies man he played sports a little bit didn't seem to be a start just again fairly normal childhood no one he went to school with, recalled anything dark about Gary, but he did do some dark shit that he would later admit in interviews

such as once suffocating a cat. That's not good. There was this whole fire obsession where he started setting fires about when he was about eight, not houses, but structures, garages and buildings. I found some newspapers once stacked in a garage, a few houses away from their house on Day Street. He's playing with matches and he just set the fire.

He heard the fire engines come, he hid in his basement in his home, he didn't come out for a long time, not until after dark, I guess, and nobody knew he did it. When he was older, he was playing with matches in a dry field at Long Lake, where his grandfather owned some property,

he lit the grass, and then tried to stomped out, I guess, kind of, but it got away from him. It didn't mean to do it, he'd say, but it's fire always fascinating, he liked fire. And there was one particularly disturbing incident of violence in his childhood, and this is interesting to me because it did not fit his later MO. But this isn't one of my weird stories. This kid would later testify in court as a grown man. When Gary was about 15, just so random, there was no other incident like that that ever came

out in an interview or anything about him. When he was about 15, maybe 16, walked up to a first grade boy near some bushes on a street corner and stabbed him in the side, like stabbed him basically essentially in the liver with knife. And the six year old, wearing a little kid's cowboy hat at the time, just asked Gary Ridgeway, why did you kill me as blood streamed from the stab wound in his side? And he ran in his little cowboy boots, ran towards home, and instead of answering him, Ridgeway, he just said, I was wanting to know what to fill it, kill somebody.

And then the kid went to the hospital, like for several weeks, almost died in decision to repair his liver, was about a foot long. And he would later also remember just, you know, Ridgeway just laughing as he walked away. At the time of the stabbing police were not able to find out who did it, Gary got away with it. And then eventually that the kid moved to King County. And I'm sorry, moved from King County,

washed into California with his family. And he didn't tell this story until King County Sheriff's detective was able to track him down in 2003 and have him testify at Ridgeway's trial. It's a pretty disturbing, randomly just stabbed a kid when he was a teen. And here's something else pretty creepy that manifests itself later in Gary's life, his adult life and his killings. His father, Tom, worked briefly at a funeral home during Gary's childhood. And supposedly, one time he told a story when he was home that Gary over here

was talking to some grownups, Gary over here's a story of his dad talking about a coworker at the funeral home who apparently enjoyed engaging in necrophilia. And time, the story would become the subject of Ridgeway's teenage sexual fantasy. He loved the idea of being able to have sex with someone who was dead because then you wouldn't get caught. This is his words, no feelings, you wouldn't get caught. This is his words.

No feelings, you wouldn't feel it. What a weird perspective on sex, by the way. Clearly, he was meant to feel ashamed of sexuality growing up. If he didn't want the woman, he was having sex with, to feel the sex, which is kind of the point of it. You're supposed to feel it and supposed to feel fucking great. You know, I wonder how many sex crimes and murders are really, if you trace it back far enough, the result of the perpetrator being made to feel ashamed of sex and sexuality as a kid.

We often want what we're not supposed to have and what's taboo and what if the urge to have sex a primal, totally natural, powerful urge that none of us can control having. What if that urge wasn't just so taboo in our culture? Would that result in less sex crimes? Sex wasn't made to beoo in our culture. Would that result in less sex crimes? You know, sex wasn't made to be such a big deal. Would rapists have less desire to rape? I don't know. I really don't, but I think it's an interesting question

to ponder, something to think about. And then there's the creepy shit centered around his bed wedding, where again, according to Gary, when he went his bed, his mom would braid him in front of his brothers, standing up in the shower and give him a cold scrub down while paying quote special attention to his dirtiest parts. That is his genitals. A lot of weenwashing like we talked about a lot of

sacks scrubbing. Also according to Gary, Mary, Mary, Ridgeway did these ritualistic type cleanings when she was barely closed herself. That's according to him. Yeah, maybe she was wearing some of that sexy ass JC penny shit man wearing some tight ass mom jeans Merrant wearing some kind of lacy white brawse Well eventually is Gary Ridgeway grew into adolescence. He began to fantasize about having violence sex with his mom Which is never a good thing. I am no psychologist, but I think if you're thinking about fucking your mom violent or otherwise I'm gonna strongly suggest you get some therapy. You're gonna sign up, I would say, double digit sessions for that.

Gary claimed he wanted to scar her for life also by slitting her throat with a kitchen knife. So he can relieve its frustrations that never been able to please her. Again, not a therapist, but I think if you're fantasized about not only fucking your mom, but cutting a throat, triple digit therapy sessions. All right, you're gonna need a couple years of therapy minimum, I think.

April, 1969, two months before he graduates from Tai-E, Ridgeway, Land of Job at Kenworth Trucking Company in Seattle, painting some big rigs. Some 18 wheelers, the job would soon become the center of his work in life. But he would take a brief departure from this job and join the Navy. He enlisted on August 18, 1969, still 20 years old for a fresh out of high school. He served, where he served initially, records do not say, but his stint in the military may have helped lead to a lifelong obsession with prostitution. Court records show that four months after he entered the Navy, Ridgeway's military doctors

diagnosed him with conoria. His wing not so clean now. Man, mom would be furious if she would have found out. She would have fucking washed that skin flute down for days. Two, three days of scrubbing. Records also show that in the early 1980s, he told a girlfriend that he especially disliked Filipino prostitutes because of his contacts with them during his days in the Navy.

So I'm gonna go out in a limb and say, you probably got conorria from one of those Filipino prostitutes. Interesting fact, impossible for Filipinos to exhibit, excuse me, exhibit, exhibit STD symptoms. They are biologically not able to exhibit STD symptoms. So that's just something you should know if you are interested in knowing about things that aren't true. It's nonsense.

Sometime in 1970, Gary met his first wife, Quasimodo. I mean, Claudia, Claudia Craig, Mettern's Seattle, and their courtship consists of fucking like animals, like for real. This is a quote, outdoor and in-car sex marked the young couple's courtship according to court documents. They favored a wooded area in Seward Park, a dead end street off military road south, one of the many South King County or side roads gear richway knew so well uh the two were married in Seattle on august 15th 1970 soon after getting hitched they moved to San Diego. Ridgeway set out on a six month deployment with the

navy while he was away court documents say his young wife had an affair. Gary was furious but he was also cheating on her with overseas prostitutes. So you know, a little hypocritical for him to get angry. Just how dare you do exactly what I've been doing. Not even his back is what I've been doing. When Gary returned, Claudia took off for Seattle and then Gary followed. He tried to work things out. Gary discharged from the Navy, got his old job back at Kenmore trucking.

He lived with Gary's parents for a while. Gary's mom washed Gary's wean each and every mourn Not true. I don't think maybe Claudio left for San Diego moving in with the boyfriend. She would later marry in August all of that true Is true except for the wean washing Claudio never came back. She never answered to summons for divorce The divorce was finalized in January 72 so a very brief marriage They contested one piece of property and 1963, Ford, Fairlane, and Ridgeway got it. And his brief as this early marriage was,

it did seem to really scar a gayer bear. Court documents showed later that he spoke bitterly of this divorce to a second wife and subsequent girlfriend and racially charged terms. He claimed Claudia had moved in with several men and become a prostitute. He's always thinking about prostitutes. I also said he still loved her, so very conflicted.

Around the middle of 1972, Ridgeway met a woman who was cruising the Renton loop. Her name was Marsha Winslow. And that's right, I did say that phrase correctly. She was cruising the Renton loop. I googled that, still a thing. I found an article talking about a cruise, loop cruising revival started going on in 2017.

The article said that for decades, teens would gather with their friends and their shiny cars and they'd roll to the streets past the high school. George Stahl, former cruiser, said, you take us three hours to get around that little loop that usually took us about a minute and a half. A lot of fun.

And the city shut it down. No more cruising. You're damn greasers. You beat Nick's. But then they brought it back. Man, cruising man. I don't know. That's the thing anymore.

I really don't. I don't know if that's what the kids are into these days. But I remember doing that as a teen, Rick and Zyde, he'll be heading up and down Main Street, aka Highway 95, aka the only street, literally the only street that ran clean through the whole mile that covered the town. If you wanted to get from north end of Riggins to south end of Riggins, well, you're going to take high one, any five or you're going to fucking have to hike up a mountain. I'll be slow rolling my 1982 Robin egg blue Chevy citation like a boss, like a like an

idiot, like a sad Idaho kid. Sometimes blasting a little two-life crew. Out of my speaker system that cost easily twice as much as the car was worth, more of a commentary on the car than the speaker system. Sometimes, sometimes blasting, you're like, oh, that's pretty cool, man, you're rocking two-life crew, and also rocking Ace of Base, depending on my mood. Right? Sometimes I want some Phil's from two-life crew.

Sometimes I want a little emotion. I saw the sun. It opened up my eyes. I saw the sign. Nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh. I remember that one, and I remember the other one. Oh, that's you once is another baby. I felt so emotionally connected for some reason to that baby song. I just remember thinking like, just give her a fucking baby, man. It's all she wants. It's all she wants. It's all she wants. So yeah, to those songs sound phenomenal. Being blasted out of my Kenworth subwoofers, yeah they did. Well, Marshall Winslow, she was cruising, probably listening to some other

stuff back in 1972, maybe listening to a little Janus Chaplin, maybe listening to a little Led Zeppelin, and then Ridgeway pulled her over and what Marsha described one day as a police like stop. That's what they said in court documents. Fucking huge red flag ladies. If a dude pulls you over like in a police like stop, like as if he's pretending to be a police officer, but get the fuck out of there. Right? After you figure out what's going on, get it. Never, never give that person your number, but Marsha did. even though she thought he could have been a police officer but wasn't you know thought she'd been pulled

over by an authority figure was not they start dating and then during one of their first sexual encounters I guess he calls her Claudia still hung up on wife number one I still got a little bit of Ted Bundy into my guest just can't let go of that first failed love. Court documents say Gary and Marsha lived together for a year and a half. No, sorry, lived together for a year and then got married in December 1973 and then had their only child, Matthew, who was born in 1975.

We're just think about some dude only two years older than me how he's a son of Gary Ridgeway. Hope he changes his name. Hope he didn't keep his dad's name. That would be a curse now. Gary and Marsha also did a fair amount of outdoor and in car section. All right, Ridgeway introduced Winslow to his favorite South County, South King County haunts for outdoor and in car trists, back roads, wooded dead ends and maple valley, inumcloth, north

band obscure, untended turnouts along highway 18. Dude had some very specific sexual needs, man. They knocked it out and shady spots in their star lake along the banks of the green river. His wife said he specifically liked having sex outdoors and combined with dabbling and bondage. And that very specifically, he liked to sneak up on her from behind the trees. And on at least one occasion, he tried to choke her using a police like hold. She years later told investigators, every of this is pretty disturbing to me, man. And everybody has their different little fantasies,

but if I was a woman, and some dude was, that I was dating, was like, hey, do you want a role play? And I was like, yeah, no, it's, sure, that sounds fun, what do you want to do? You're like a Catholic school girl, you're like a, you're the professor, I'm a student, and then he was like, I want to head into the woods, and I want you to pretend that you're lost and afraid. I'm going to sneak up, yeah, you know, I need to be from behind some bushes, and I'm going to, and then he was like, I wanna head into the woods, and I want you to pretend that you're lost and afraid.

I'm gonna sneak up, yeah, I need to be behind some bushes, and I'm gonna fucking choke you down. I'm gonna rattle you to the ground, and just fucking like an animal. I'd be like, you know what? On second thought, how about instead of role-playing, I call the police, and you get the hell out of here, and are never allowed to come within 100 yards of me again?

After the birth of their son, 1975, Ridgeway and Marsha joined two churches, one Baptist, the other Pentecostal. They really got into it for a while, wanted to cover their bases. They knocked on some doors, had some doors shut in their faces when they're trying to spread the good word and that Ridgeway became angry. Marsha told detectives, he became fanatical

for a while about religion. He would cry frequently during church services. At night, he wanted to watch TV with the Bible in his lap. And all of this though, isn't slowing down as choking one bit, which is another red flag. If the new year Dayton has a combination of being fanatical about religion, but also wants to fuck you in the woods and choke you down,

get out of there. Nothing good is coming from this relationship. Nothing, nothing. Get out of there. Nothing good is coming from this relationship. Nothing. Nothing. You know, this is a very disturbed individual. You need to get the hell away from it. And check out this next story, talk about red flags. I'm amazed what people put up with in relationships.

Like amazed. There's so many good people to date out there. Why does some people be like, nah, I'm gonna put up with a bunch of fucking bullshit. Marsha, remember one time returning home from a party with Gary, they've been out drinking. Marsha steps out of the van, stumbles towards the door. Suddenly she feels hands around her neck,

squeezing tighter and tighter. Like Gary is snuck up from behind and started choking her. She screams, she fights, not immediately realizing it's her husband. Gary finally lets her go. Then this is the creepiest part of the whole thing to me. He darts to the other side of the van and then tries to convince her that someone else did it. What the fuck? He tried to sneak up and scare, Marcia said,

seeing if he could walk noiselessly, she said it was pretty good at it. Did you fall for divorce at that point? It's one thing super creepy already, to sneak up on your partner and start choking her Way creepier than to deny it. Did jump back and be like oh my oh my god. What does happen to you? You just choked me you fucking cycle path. What what? No, no, I didn't That's that was some that was some other guy. That's some other guy. Why don't you chase them because I don't want to get choked Why am I gonna chase a ch Cause I don't want to get choked. Why am I gonna chase a choker?

You gonna get me next? No, it's ridiculous. Oh my God, how do you do that? Classic, classic Ridgeway, classic Garber. Just Garber being Garber right there. 1978, the Ridgeways are living in Federal Way near Dash Point State Park. The house is a rambler at the end of a cul-de-sac,

surrounded by acres of dense damp prime woodfuck and forest. The church going tapers off. Marsha told detectives Ridgeway began to come home from work later and later without explanation, often returning to the house dirty and wet quote dirty and wet. He also had no personal friends during their marriage. He said so much disturbing behavior. So many reasons to get out of that relationship. Are you kidding me? No friends? Comes home late, offers no explanation as to why he's dirty and wet. That's so, that is so preposterous, solid grounds for divorce. Look, I love Lindsay. I love Lindsay. But if she starts coming home late from work dirty and wet with no explanation, she's out. She's out

It would be especially weird considering we work together and live just a few blocks from the office There would be no excuse for her to you know if I show up home like we leave the office at like you know six I'm home by 601 and then she shows up home at like you know one a.m. Dirty and wet she better have a good fucking reason. And if it's a chronic thing, ah, ah, ah, get out. July 4th, 1980, Gary and Marcia separate. Marcia is sick of being fucked in the woods. She's had it.

She's had it with her wet dirty loner of a husband. She moves to nearby Kent. She files for a restraining order. As does Gary, both claimed, if you're violence from the other, I feel like she had a legitimate claim and he was probably just doing it because she did it. The Federal Wayhouse was sold at the same month, divorce was finalized in May 1981,

Marsha got custody of Matthew, thank God, Gary began making child support payments of about 275 a month. Spring 81, Ridgeway joins a parents without partners group and quickly becomes a health benefit case manager for single parents within the group. I don't feel like he has good intentions. I feel like he's just doing this. Uh, I believe my own lie, that's hilarious. I'm an idiot. I wrote down a lie about Gary Ridgeway and then I forgot that I lied about it and I read it as if it was truth. And then I got to the point of like, no, that never happened.

He did not even have me come and fuck case manager. I'm an idiot, that's the first time I've done that. I fell for my own lie, God dang it. Now I didn't do that. He fucked a bunch of women in the woods, took advantage of his position. At position, he joined this group, we didn't have a position. God dang, I'm still trapped in my own lie right now.

Redway, he really did join a parent's without partners group. He didn't fucking become anything. He became a dude who trolled the group for lonely women. That's what he did. And he dated a few women that court documents would reveal as girlfriends A, B and C. They didn't want their names revealed in court. Reggie made girlfriend A and May 90. I still can't believe I did that. Met her in 1991. May 19, when soon moved into her West Seattle home, patterns from prior relationships materialized, they had sex outdoors, many locations. And twice he tried to tire up without her consent. So similar

to choking. Apparently Gary had an insatiable sexual appetite. Girlfriend A had to ask Ridgeway to back off from his constant demands for sex. She also said he had no outside friends. The horny loner, never a good look in relationship. Girlfriend A asked him to move out of her home into December, 91 by then, Ridgeway had made girlfriend B. They started dating. They didn't go to Ridgeway. It's favorite outdoor locations. They went to her house or to Ridgeway's house in military road and C-Tack, which he'd bought in 1991 and would live in for seven years. The house sits in the kind of neighborhood where many people keep themselves. So, you know, that worked for Ridgeway.

Didn't talk much to his neighbors, became kind of reclusive, which made sense, considering what he was getting up into. His house was always closed up. It seemed very private. He said, Desi Rosley, one neighbor, his daughter went to daycare in the neighborhood at the time. Rosalie remembers passing Ridgeway's house daily, noticing a particularly messy yard. On one occasion, she said she passed Ridgeway on the street, and she said, if I was walking by and say, hi, he would just ignore me.

He was more private though than root. He just wanted to be left alone. I'm sure he did. He suddenly had a lot going on around the time. His sex life started to take some real dark turns. About 11 p.m. on Christmas Eve, 190121. Ridgeway met girlfriend B at the white shutters in and C-tack for a parents without partner's function, or he was not a case manager as I tricked myself in believing. Ridgeway was distraught. She told police later, he said he'd nearly killed

a woman. The girlfriend told police he thought he meant to prostitute and then somehow this revelation did not lead to a breakup. Gotta say girlfriend B seems overly tolerant. You know, just, you know what Gary wasn't perfect? What guy is? Some guys don't take out the trash or hold the door open. Some guys almost choke out prostitutes on Christmas Eve. The next month, Ridgeway began dating girlfriend C behind girlfriend B's back.

And when she found out a few months later, she broke up with him. So almost choking out of prostitute. That's one thing. But date another woman. Ah, too much cross-line. Another possible reason for their breakup was Gary's terrible choice of mattresses. Yes, girlfriend B was sick of laying down and occasionally being choked on a JC penny piece of shit. When what she really wanted was to not get choked on a Lisa mattress.

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weekends were spent with girlfriend C, but all of Ridgeway also spent some nights elsewhere. I made 11, 1982. He was arrested on suspicion of soliciting an undercover King County, Sheriff's Deputy disguised as a prostitute. Girlfriends see, knew about the arrest, told investigators, Ridgeway regarded prostitutes as things to be used. She said they'd planned to get married but broke up in June of 84. Ridgeway then swifled another girlfriend. She said, she said,

it was always dating somebody. I guess I always ate in somebody new. He had a sneaking up on somebody and choking them fetish, which is hard to pull off alone, also hard to keep a long-term relationship when you're doing that. But I'm going to head of myself. We need to say folks on 1982, that was the big year for Ridgeway, that was the year he

became the green river killer. Gary would later tell investigators that he killed dozens of women in his military road, home, and C-TAC, usually in the bedroom. Those are the chance. He may have started murdering women in the 1970s. His compulsion to kill really ripen in the early 80s and 1982 was the year that his first known victims began to disappear. He spent a lot of time in 82 staking out potential victims. He spent hours driving through areas known for a heavy amount of prostitution like Tukwila, Kent

DeMoyne, Federal Way areas along Pacific Highway South. Spent time in the Rainier Valley, Saddles Chinatown, International District, and North Seattle, along Aurora Avenue. Gary took steps to make sure the girls he picked up weren't undercover police officers. He'd learn from his earlier arrest. He'd often watch them from a distance, wait for them to be picked up by other Johns,

other tricks. He'd sometimes ask them to expose themselves before agreeing to pay, you know, believing that undercover officers would not do that. He'd later say prostitutes were the easiest. I went from having sex with them to just playing killing them. Just said that straight up. Unlike say, Bundae's victims did not fit a particular look. He didn't care if they were black or white, though he preferred white, which is a weird thing that's not preferred killing white women. And I don't mean that as far as like commentary on white, just that you prefer any race to murder, just weird to me.

I guess this whole thing is weird though, right? He's already fucking killing people when I make it and hung up on a racial preference. He preferred young women who are relatively innocent and less likely to con him and killing was always on his mind. He said, man, painting big rigs by day, choking out prostitutes by night, how strange are some of the lives

people have actually led? You know, it's not a movie, it's a real human being. During the killing spree, there were a few women I didn't for some reason, I didn't kill, but there were a few, they were few, and far between, he would say, reminds me of the night stock or Richard Ramirez when he said stuff like that, right? Just inexplicably letting some random victims live.

He also developed a number of roses to gain women's trust in order to get them, you know, isolated in order to kill them. He would show them pictures of his son. He would offer to become a regular customer. He would offer to lend them his truck to get them jobs, you know, feed them, pay them more than they were supposed to be asking. Whatever. He didn't have to worry about keeping the promises because as he told prosecutors, they were already dead. Sometimes he'd show them his super duper clean wien as well that mom had washed, you know, the proof he's a good guy, but look at my wien.

Look how clean my wien, mama says I have to clean his wienness. Put your hand on my balls, smell your fingers, nothing but sweet citrus soap. Mama likes my balls to smell like an orange grove. Sorry, I just had to lighten it up for a second who's getting too heavy for me. That probably would not work.

If he's like, mama likes my balls to smell like an orange grove, I don't think that's going to build anyone's trust. I think that's going to cause them to back away. July 8th, 1982, 16-year-old Wendy Lee Coughfield goes missing. A week later on July 15th, two young boys find her dead body on pylons under the peck bridge on Meeker Street in Kent, Washington. A week later on July 15, two young boys find her dead body on pylons under the peck bridge on Meeker Street in Kent, Washington. She had floated in the shadows of the Green River, her arms and legs entangled in a rope

or similar bonds. Paper wasn't specific about the cause of death at the time, police and can't suspected she had been strangled. She was. The victim hadn't drowned. She'd been dead when she was placed in the river. Although she'd been in the river for several days, known to come forward to identifier, the one was white estimated to be about 25 years old, five foot four, weighing about 140 pounds, a King County medical examiner, Dr. Don Ray,

noted that she had five tattooed in her body, a vine around a heart on her left arm, two tiny butterflies above her breasts crossed with a vine around it on her shoulder, and then a Harley Davidson motorcycle insignia on her back. Oh, I'm sorry, one more and on a unfinished outline of a unicorn on her lower abdomen. When the description of her tattoos was published in the area papers, a tattoo artist recognized his work and he was the one who came forward to identify her. And who was Wendy? Well, she was a troubled teen being raised by a single mom who'd already spent time in foster homes in juvenile detention facilities. She had stolen food stamps, she was a chronic runaway who dropped out of high school or she

dropped out of school completely in junior high. She had told her mom the year before that she'd been raped by a hitchhiker and her mom, a young single mom, not emotionally equipped to deal with these kind of problems. Basically, told her daughter, that's what happens when you hitchhike, which is probably not what you're supposed to say. Wendy, like a lot of us meat sacks, man, lived a sad, troubled short life. If you think about how many human beings have suffered similar faiths, it's going to drive you mad. She lived hard and fast. She died young, died of victim, used, abused, and killed by a man only three years younger than her mom. July 17, 1982, two days after Wendy's bodies found less than 10 days after she disappears.

Jizzell and LeVorn, a 17 year old teen runaway in prostitute also is gone. Jizzell was the youngest child of an upper middle class family in the San Fernando Valley where her father had his own insurance business. He was very intelligent. She read constantly. Her IQ was tested at 145. Right. That's well above genius level in some tests.

I feel like it's important to point out, there's like sometimes it's a stereotype of this belief that like, oh, well, you know, they got caught, they got killed because, you know, they're not as smart as I am. She was, she was pretty smart and he still got her. She was also an unhappy teen girl who'd begun to run away from there from home when she was only 14, dropped out of school in the 10th grade. She'd been miserable in California ever since the family moved there from New Orleans year, a few years earlier.

She had no ties to the Seattle area, but earlier that year, her boyfriend had persuaded her to leave California with them. Her boyfriend, Jake Baker, known as Jack back, a young man several several several years older than just sell. Quick note to dad's out there. If you're 17 year old, or any kind of teen, is a date note, a much older dirt bag who goes by Jack back, by ski mask,

by ski mask, by some gloves, get a solid alibi from a friend you trust. Then you find Jack back and you beat him within an inch of his fucking life, and you make it clear he's never to see your daughter again if he wants to live. Kidding, not kidding. Jack back, man, what a. What a dumb name anyway? He was a street savvy young dude Recently got a job driving a cab on the C-Tax strip in jazel had headed up there to join him and within a few weeks

She was turning tricks. Oh Classic jack back Classic jack back bait and switch all this was never proven feels like jack back might have been pimping around Very least he knew about what she was doing. New was dangerous the The life she was leading on July 17th. She met the wrong John Gary Ridgeway. September 25th, 1982. Her body was discovered in a wooded area seven miles from the Green River. Another teen prostitute strangled dumped off in the dirt. July 25th, 1992. Third Seattle area prostitute goes missing 23 year old Deborah Lynn Bonner. Deborah was a slender exotic looking woman to grow up into coma along with two younger

brothers like Wendy. She had dropped out of school in Deborah's case two years before graduating. With little education, she had trouble finding jobs. She had been excited about taking a test to join the Navy, but didn't pass recently. She had still planned to get her GED. Started different kind of life, but then Deborah met a pimping heroin junkie, Max, Tackley, and he treated her like a queen. He had a newer model Thunderbird that traveled a lot and all she had to do to keep that life going was, you know, sell her body for sex. And after meeting Gary, her body would be found on August 12,

1982 in the banks of you guessed it, the Green River. August 1st, 1982, 31 year old, Marsha, Fay, Chapman goes missing, 17 year old Cynthia, Jean, Heinz goes missing 10 days later on August 11th, 16 year old Opel, Charmaine, Mills goes missing the very next day on August 12th. A local man wrapped in the Green River looking for antique bottles or anything else of value finds all three of their bodies on August 15th. King County detectives now know for sure they have a serial killer on their hands. All the women had been strangled, all dumped in the green river, all prostitute, someone had even stuffed two of the women's vaginas with rocks after they died. If not do that to all the victims, but some horrific.

August 16th, King County police set up the Green River Killer Task Force. The biggest police task force they had set up in that area since the Ted Bundy murders in the 1970s, current Washington State Republican Congressman Dave Reichert was one of the detectives who worked for many, many years on that exact task force. Between August 29th, Christmas Eve, that's right, Christmas Eve, nine more women would die. Set it out that some poor prostitute is working on Christmas Eve, that's right, Christmas Eve, nine more women would die. Set an out that some poor prostitute is working on Christmas Eve and then you have to fucking kill her?

My God. Nine additional young women all work in the streets, all between the ages of 15 and 23 would disappear and end up in the green river. The remains of one of these girls, Rebecca, Becky, Marrero would not be found until 2010. Gary Ridgeway would eventually be convicted of killing 16 women in 1982 alone. And these are just confirmed kills. We'll never know what the actual total is. And what else was Gary up to in 1982? You know, just live with the non-escript life of working class 33-year-old bachelor, painting 18 wheelers, the Kenworths factory in Renton, paying child support,

seeing a son mass you sometimes on the weekends. He was handy around his bachelor pad, like to keep his yard nice and tidy, fix up the house, do a little mass you sometimes on the weekends. He was handy around his bachelor pad, like to keep his yard nice and tidy, fix up the house, do a little antique and sometimes, he was thrifty, he dated, probably watched some new heart, some mash, some threes company that shit was popping in 82. And in a way, you know, his normal life outside of his obsession

with murdering prostitutes is a little more disturbing than if he was just some Richard Ramirez, you know, always doing something fucked up, always doing some hard drugs, hooking up with prostitutes, burglarizing, worshiping the devil, rape and murdering some combination of the above. I go back and forth like what's this scarier? Is Ramirez scarier? Sometimes I think that because he was pure evil or is a rigid way type scarier because you

could, you're less likely to see him coming. Right? Like if Richard was your neighbor, you would know something was up. That's why he lived in that sketchy ass hotel seat on downtown LA, surrounded by their dirt bags. If Richard Ramirez lived next door to you in the suburbs, you know, the only time you'd be looking at him is when you were peeking out from between your blinds from behind the locked door.

Just, you know, why are you up to creep, you creep? Well, on November 9th, 1982, one woman gets away from Ridgeway and she'll be the only woman to get away. Ridgeway met a prostitute in Rebecca Gway, arranged a date that chilly November day. Ridgeway agreed to pay her $20 for sex, which seems low. Then the two drove to an area near South 204 Street where Ridgeway wanted to go into the woods. Gway said Ridgeway tried to choker, but she managed to escape and run to an nearby trailer.

She bit him and got away. And she said she was certain Ridgeway meant to kill her. Said his face looked white, clammy, cold. She would let her tell police. I'm going to get a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a more women would disappear from King County, just 23 in 1983. All at the hands of Gary, the Green River Killer Ridgeway, five vanished in April alone, all between the ages of 15 and 26. Sadly, only five of those bodies, we're actually found in 83, which is why detectives had an even harder time catching this guy

that didn't have as much evidence to work with, because a lot of the bodies wouldn't be found until a year later. One of the bodies found belonged to Gail and Matthews, 24 years old, a woman who was not a career prostitute. She's a woman who had been married, lived a somewhat normal if in povers life. And she was just currently down in her luck when she met Gary. She was, she was dating a guy in the two of them or staying in the city, new west budget motel. And they needed some quick cash or they're

going to get kicked out of the room. And she was last seen sitting in the passenger seat of one Gary Ridgeway in his truck. By the time her remains were found, they would take a medical record of bones she'd had broken in a Bowden accent to be able to identify her body. May 4, 1983, demoined police, Washington, not Iowa, spoke to Ridgeway about the disappearance of Marie Mal past, in the past, in the past, in the past, in the past, in the past, in the past, in the past, in the past, in the past, in the past, in the past, in the past, in the past, in the past, in the past, in the past, in the past, in the past, in the past, in the past, in the past, in the these women, like disappearing around it, well, the women weren't just paying their bills off the business of Gary Ridgeway.

They were seeing a lot of John's, a lot of sad lonely dudes. So the police had an alarming amount of suspects in the disappearances of these prostuits. On November 16th, 1983, the Green River Task Force does interview Ridgeway. He'd been ID'd as being seen with, you know, again, some of the prostitutes that have recently gone missing,

but not enough evidence to lock him up and they have to let him go. And then in 1984, two prostitutes, Don White and Paige Miley speak to the Green River Task Force specifically about Ridgeway, and he's brought in again for questioning, in this time in an attempt to clear his name, he voluntarily takes the lie detector test, and he passes. Man, the ball's on this guy. He knew, he fucking knew he was the guy. And he volunteers to take the test, not sure what gave him the courage to make him think he could pass it, but I guess Gary just doesn't think

like the rest of us, man. Investigators would believe that Gary originally a psychopath, he would help him pass it. The polygraph test detects stress and Ridgeway just didn't have any. And when asked later how he did pass it, he said, I just relaxed and took the polygraph. That's fucking weird, Savant.

Despite passing the task Gary's murder spree dust, though down in 84, I think the detectives having questioned him a few times, probably shook him up, probably spooked him and also the green river task force is now in full force, which is making it harder to sneak off with victims. In November of 84, they also, the task force brings in Ted Bundy, time suck topic 11, uh, to work with the task force from behind bars to help profile Gary, they're taking the shit seriously. Well, Bundy's helped does not lead to Gary's capture, but his profile of Gary was fairly

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Sorry, I know those are lots, I know those are a lot of stuff I just threw out yet. But we are talking about a lot of dark stuff and I don't know how or the psychology behind it, but sometimes joking about something even darker, lightens it up. And that's where I did. I love you guys. I love you guys want to learn new stuff. Also not afraid of the most fucked up jokes. Sometimes I read these jokes that I've written and I'm like, God, this is too much. Well, I'm gonna still do it. Kerry slows down to two confirmed killings 1984, 0 and 85 and 1 and 86. Also, 86, the task force interviews him again.

He takes another polygraph and the son of a bitch passes it again. 87, Ridgeway meets newly single Judith Lynch at a bar in Seattle. She recalled he seemed like the perfect shooter. He was handsome polite, had a good job at a trader like a lady, she would later say, guess she had very low standards. She had no idea he was still in the Green River killer suspect list.

While there were Dayton 87, police obtained a search warrant, issued for hair and saliva samples from his home at 21859 South 32nd Street in Kent. Gets his saliva still can't leak into the crimes. Just the DNA matching technology was just not quite there. Again, no, this close call seems to slow him down. He was convicted later. He only murdered one person and for sure in 87, 98 or 89, 190,

and then one last confirmed kill in 98. So a big gap there. So in part of it was this new married life seemed to seem to take to Gary married an 88. They bought a home in Des Moines on South 250th Street. They lived there until 97 and he kind of had a personality shift for that decade. He became an extrovert, went out of his way to talk to neighbors, took an almost obsessive interest in gardening neighbor said, kept his house up well, kept his yard up well, said Mike Welch, who lived in the same house since 76 seemed to be a model neighbor. It was so happy and his new marriage, he almost stopped killing completely, not not quite. It would rape, strangle and dump the body of her bird, Jay Hayes and the Western Washington

Woods, Roberta aka Bobby. Bobby Joe was a woman who'd been living on an office streets and she was 12 and on February 7th, she walked out of a Portland, Oregon, jail after being arrested for prostitution headed north and nobody that knew her ever saw her again. Years later, 91 estate parks employed discovered hate skills. It's a remains in her pilot debris along the dead end dirt road near north of state route, 410 near Inum Claw. But for the most part, apparently, to the time he's been a good husband and neighbor. He's having garage sales twice a month, which is weird to me, but I guess nothing stood out. Uh, that it was odd that he was selling, you know, no candid photos of women with their eyes on the

photos scratched out like that, no bloody murder kits, no, no obvious, you know, like what the fuck? Nope. But uh, Friggyway had a fault. One of his new neighbors said it was that he was overly friendly. Guy would say when I'd walk out in the art, I couldn't get anything done, because you want to talk all the time. Another neighbor, neighbor, Paul Winkle agreed with that. What a strange way to think about Gary after they caught him, man. Oh, yeah, I remember Gary. Guy wouldn't shut the fuck up. Cutting my lawn when that guy was around. I don't think he strangled anybody. I think he talked to those women to live, to death. For 13 years, Judas lived with the most prolific serial killer in US history and there's

good if two-talkative neighbor and swears she never suspected the thing. But then finally, Gary gets caught. Finally, he gets caught. Thank God. Before we dig into how he was caught, let's check in with the fools we skipped over last week. Those wonderful idiots of the internet. Idiots, I'll be into that. In an interview video of Gary Ridgeway, where W Island Prison, an unnamed, at least unnamed in the videos I watched, female interviewer asked Gary about his childhood, how he lured women into his car, etc.

User Arizona Bay 15, great Bill Hicks reference by the way. Bill Hicks fantastic comic died way too young. Arizona Bay being a reference to a joke he made about California crumbling into the sea and now Arizona's on the coast. Anyway, Arizona 15 points out some real idiocy in the comments posting this freak has probably murdered 80 plus women, but the comment section hates on the female interviewer. It's a sick world that for sure And this this poster's right man. They're a constant post of she asked the dumbest questions worst interviewer ever

I don't like what she's wearing. I don't like her style and these type comments far outweigh comments along the lines of What a piece of shit this guy is and in my opinion She isn't that bad, right? Yeah, she talks a lot during his interview, but she had to He's not an engaging speaker if you'd watch any other video this guy you would know that he was very quiet You know with most people you know apparently those neighbors, you know Thought he was a chatty Cassie, but everyone else thought you know He was extremely shy there was co-workers he worked with for years. It would say never spoke more than two words to him You know and weird commentary unsusciended

that people attack her instead of him. And then one person gets even weirder with their comment, user Roberta, 119 posts, this woman is so annoying, she also another one who need treatment. She is much more worried about seducing him with her fake sweet voice and jewelry and body language than keep to herself and do professional interview Okay Well

Roberta she's wearing a suit skirt, all right. She's wearing a skirt suit. Not a G-string bikini She's leaning forward to engage him in conversation. You know, she's not smushing her tits together and shoving him in his face. She's using solid, basic, body language interview techniques. You're not gonna get someone to warm up to an interview if you're leaning back with your arms folded, just put out a message of, oh, like it, I don't like you. I don't like it. I don't like what you're saying.

No, you gotta lean forward and like, I'm interested in what you're talking about. That's what you're doing, you fucking idiot. Not flirting with him. Zab Bigfoot Bear Cove leaves my favorite comment under this video posting, he needs therapy, death therapy, curses him every time. Oh ho ho ho, tou shay.

Death therapy will play Zab Bigfoot. I like it. And I agree, right? 100% curate with that. Curious those fuckers every time. Take out the trash, snuff this piece of shit out already. Another video titled Gary Ridgeway, the Green River Killer, serial killer documentary uploaded by the serial killer documentaries channel under this.

Chickasaw 963 goes full, Captain obvious posting just because a person is in troubles, gives no permission to kill them. Well said, Chikasa. Oh, thanks for throwing that out there. We all needed to hear that. We all needed that. You user Abdul Galad quickly points out this virtue, signalers stupidity, replying nice conclusion Einstein. Keep at it. You may discover the answers to other important more questions we already know. I love it. I love when people virtue say I'm obsessed with that right now. Ever since I learned with that term was a few weeks ago. I love when people feel the need to post such obvious stupid shit like, hey guys, listen up.

Everybody, everybody listen up. I want all of you to know that I am a hundred percent against prostitute murder. I don't care what to know that I am a hundred percent against prostitute murder. I don't care what kind of trouble I guess me and do. I know it's a controversial stance. You know what, if I get fired from my job, if I get disowned from my family, for coming out and saying that I do not think it's okay to kill prostitutes, so be it. I'm gonna suffer the consequences, right? Because it's the right thing to do to let people know, I don't agree with wanton murder.

You fucking idiot. Mark Preston has my favorite post I've seen in a while. Favorite post out of my last few idiot internet sections. He uses, I love when people do this, when people use a random video to unleash their own personal bullshit that has very little to do with the video. Like they start off kind of commenting about the video, but then go into this weird personal

horrific tangent. And he has an agenda. He is not, he's very misogynistic and it shows with his post here. So he says, King County, Washington sucked ass in the 1970s, all caps on sucked ass. Angry women were doing their women's live stuff. Ted Bundy had killed in the region and then ultimately was being adjudicated in Florida while the Green River bodies were being discovered. I remember that summer, 1982, I delivered the Seattle Times and noticed headlines during that era. It sucked. One

thing that I noticed during that sickening time were how cruel it should be. What was how cruel and angry the women were in King County. The young ones were seeking empowerment. The older ones had some leftover European angst. What? I've never heard somebody say left over European angst. I believe the motivation for some of these serial killings were the

shitty angry women and the shitty weather. I never dated a woman that grew up in King County. My high school girlfriend was from Twin Cities, the one before that was from Bay Area. Okay. The only King County one I hooked up with and liked moved to California after high school. That's not been in your narrative. I moved to California after high school and spent time in San Diego. Fucking doesn't matter. I get enough, enough track here now. I had a lot of friends in Mission Beach from all over the world. All right, don't care. There were two young women that I couldn't stand, although I didn't know them. But that makes no sense. I couldn't stand it, but you didn't know them, all right? Turned out they were from Bellevue. Years later, I was working in East Boston on an IT project

and there was a woman on our team that I despised. The last day before everyone flew home, she told me she grew up in Renton, huh? Back in the okay. I have a friend in Bay Area. I love how he says not in the, just I have a friend in Bay Area. I love he says not in the, just I have a friend in Bay Area that is a kind soul. His wife is a total jackass and many people hate her.

I learned years after I also hated her that she grew up in Bellevue. I grew up in Bellevue too. I have many girlfriends and bosses. I've had, excuse me, many girlfriends and bosses from all over the US, the ones from California are the nicest and friendliest women from King County, Washington are toxic.

Jesus. So Mark was a little long-winded there. And in case you tuned out, a good chunk of his rant, like I did the first couple of times I read it, what he's basically saying regarding the green river killings because he's a piece of shit is, I fucking get it. I read it. What he's basically saying regarding the green river killings because he's a piece of shit is, I fucking get it. Totally get it.

Look, I'm not saying those women deserve his die. But what I am saying is that they brought that shit to themselves. If you don't want to get choked out in the woods after getting fucked, don't be so uppity. Let go of that European angst. Whatever that is. Stop wanting to be empowered. How dare you up when he broads want to be empowered. Keep your shoes off, stay in the kitchen, stay pregnant, shut the fuck up with the men

are talking. Oh, Mark, while I don't hope that you also get murdered, if some woman does kill you, and then a video gets posted of them being interviewed, interviewed about killing you, I may just post about how I totally understand why you were killed. You were killed because you're an idiot of the internet. Idiot. I'll be into that. Get into that.

All right, let's wrap up this timeline. Let's wrap it up, oh, Mark. On November 30th, 2001, 52-year-old father-mar married man living in the saddle suburbs, Gary Ridgeway is arrested as he leaves that truck paint job. Job he's had now for over 30 years. And his arrest marks the end of the longest running serial killer investigation, US history. I thought this was a cool note for his arrest. The handcuffs used on Gary, you know, when they arrested him, we're an old pair of handcuffs

given to the arrested officer detective mullenaxe over fifteen years earlier nineteen eighty five by paul smith of veteran king county detective worked on the green river task force died a cancer that year mullenaxe promise smith's widow that he would put those cuffs on the green river killer that is hot that her husband's efforts were not in vain when he caught him one day and then he fucking did it.

I think that's awesome, very poetic. What was the break in the case? It finally, it was DNA evidence, right? The technology finally advanced enough to link into the crimes. Seattle detectives despite Gary passing two separate lie detector tests, still always considered him a strong suspect.

And then with the new DNA matching technology available, they were able to link a sample of saliva. They've been holding on to for 14 years and a cold case file, with some semen found on three of the earliest victims. Detectives have been comparing the semen against DNA samples from variety of old suspects from the early in mid 80s. And then when they looked into Gary,

a new arrest popped up, he'd been arrested again for soliciting a prostitute just two weeks earlier, they found the old saliva, they needed to get this test right away. They matched it. They headed to his job and they arrested that piece of just murderous trash. And then for nearly two years, investigators were to get Gary to confess to more than the three murders that the DNA evidence linked him to initially.

Finally on June 13th, 2003, he did confess because he was confronted with the possibility of the death penalty. And he didn't want to die. And so he confessed to 48 separate murders. And on December 18th, 2003, King County Superior Court judge Richard Jones sentenced Ridgeway to those 48 life sentences, right? And to also the 10 years for tampering with evidence for each of the 48 victims getting

that 480 years added to his 48 life senses. And then years later on on his 62nd birthday, February 18, 2011, pleaded guilty to one more murder that 49th, in an interview, he'd claim more than 70 murders, others think he'd killed closer to 100 women. December of 2011, three teens, how they found that last victim, they stumbled upon the remains of Becky Marrero, on a ravine in the 6300 block at 296th Street just west of West Valley Highway north 20-year-old had gone missing on December 3rd 1982 and to date she's the last victim Gary's been found guilty of killing him in all those years her family had to wait to find a little closure

And Gary is currently incarcerated at the Washington State Penitentiary and walla Walla, Washington, and that takes us out of this time suck timeline. Good job, soldier. You've made it back. Barely. So that's it. That's Gary Ridgeway, man, the Green River Killer. Guy doesn't have the same fascination around his murders as, say, John Wayne Gacy or Dahmer, even though he killed more people and for a longer amount of time.

Why isn't there the same level of fascination? Well because you know when you see the dude in interviews he comes across more pathetic than terrifying reminds me of Ed Geenn that way when you watch him you're just like oh this is not some criminal mastermind this is just a sick pathetic fuck who's able to keep his horrific secret life secret. I came across the phrase, banality of evil in a description under an interview with him and it was so perfect man, he is banal. Gary's IQ, I hope I'm saying that right, maybe banal. It's definitely not banal. I learned that last night, people were fucked with me with a live show. Trying to convince me that it was banal. It's not banal.

It's been all, I believe. Been all. Gary's IQ is consistently listed in articles and books as being somewhere around 85, 87. If you look at that old Lewis term in IQ scale, score 80 to 85, classify someone as dull. 90 to 109, normal or average, 110 to 119, superior, 120 to 140, very superior, 140 plus genius or

near genius. Just below Gary 70 to 79 is borderline deficiency below 70 was classified in 1916 when that study came out as feeble mindedness. Ted Bundy by contrast has an IQ listed anywhere from 110 to 136 online superior to very superior. So yeah, so Gary Ridgeway was and is dull, just kind of an angry, not the smartest man. And maybe that's what helped him get away for so long. He was, you know, he was like a murderous robot. He didn't pull the BTK, send letters into the police to taunt them. He wasn't like Bundy, drunk on murder's power, going through a sorority and attacking multiple girls in the same night, thinking he just couldn't be caught.

You know, he didn't think he could outsmart the world like John Wayne Gacy, you know, just putting bodies in his crawl space and inviting the police to come over to his home and smell them. You know, he prayed on the easiest members of society to pray on, that's also why he got away with what he did. You know, he targeted the weakest members of society, young women who made careers, I've getting into cars with creepy men whose names,

they didn't even know, you know, dudes they hadn't even met before, men who they'd let drive them to secluded areas, men who'd be virtually criminally untraceable, if they disappeared. And not only did he pray in prostitutes, he specifically tried to target the weakest of the prostitutes, the youngest,

the ones with the least street knowledge, the easiest, most trusting victims, paid him for sex, had it, and then choked him out and took his money back. He initially strangled him manually, but after being inflicted with many wounds and bruises from some of the early victims trying to defend themselves, he began using ropes, belts, lichetures to make his murders easier, killed the majority of his victims and either his

trucker's home, dumped the bodies in the thick woods, ran in the green river and then he did it again. And he revisited his dump sites with revel in the murders glory and have sex with the victims' bodies again and again. Couple last gory, uh, Gary, uh, details before we recap. Why did Gary choke his victims? Well, according to him, it was more personal and more rewarding than shooting them. Uh, God, man, uh, 1984, Ridgeway took a camping trip to Oregon south of his home in Washington with his son.

And he also happened to have the remains of two or three dead prostitutes in the car with him and his son. Paid for everything in cash, to have no record of two or three dead prostitutes in the car with him and his son. Paid for everything in cash, you have no record of the trip, dumped the remains in the Oregon area. So it was to make detectives think that the green river killer was moving south and then presumably had a nice time camp with his son. So he was clearly capable of some serious mental compartmentalization. Why did he kill specifically prostitutes?

Well, he said, I picked prostitutes because I thought I could kill as many of them as I want without getting caught. And also because he hated prostitutes, and why did he hate them? Well, he would later say, I picked prostitutes as my victims because I hate most prostitutes, and I do not want to pay them for sex, or excuse me, and I did not want to pay them for sex.

This is where the low IQ comes in, right? Like, dude, paying for sex is what makes some fucking prostitutes, you idiot. Of course, you're not gonna fuck you for free. If they did, they would not be prostitutes, they'd be like sex angels or something. What a weird mentality, though, you know? I'm sick of carpenters. I don't like carpenters. Why? Because I want them to fix some shit on my house, but I don't have to pay them to do it. Not a bright man. He really wasn't. For example, after six months of question, Dave Reichard, that head detective in the Green River Killer green river killer case the one who become a congressman asked Ridgeway after he had any questions

and again this is after six months of interrogation he's like what do you have any questions for us and apparently Ridgeway responded yeah how come your hair is great and your eyebrows are dark really? That's what you've been holding on to the last couple months. Just waiting to ask your interrogator. Yep, he was also super proud of his killings and away some high school has been. Would be proud of all the touchdowns they scored back in the day. You know, like during an intensive period of question with the police, originally I made it clear he wanted credit for all the murders he committed, but very explicitly stated more than once that he did not want to take credit away from other murderers.

When I asked why he replied, why? If it isn't mine because I have pride I've probably won't I do I don't want to take it from anybody else It's just fucking weird weird dude, and I'm sure You know, you know as we touched on you kind of briefly. He was also an ecophilia act Over time Ridgeway lost his ability to be aroused by a living person So he would kill his victims and then have sex with them. And it goes back to that fantasy. He's had ever since he was a teen after over here and his dad talk about the dad's friend at the mortuary.

And initially, he'd have sex with the corpse while they were still warm. And then he began, you know, when he banded, he buried his victims. He buried them close enough to home that he could return, dig them up and have sex with them again. And then as time went on, he did not mind that his conquest began to become a little rotten by his own admission. He would wipe away maggots before having sex with some of the bodies, fucking a okay, not going to get more disturbing than that. Let's cut to some top five takeaways. And then we'll get to some good news. Time, suck, top five takeaway.

Number one, Gary Ridgeway is the most prolific serial killer in American history convicted of 49 murders Three last and Ukrainian nightmare the butcher of Rostov Andre Chikotilo Well, it's a big deal. He's not evil. He little bit evil. Not that evil Chikotilo Americans Americans have no calm in this work, is it? Number two Gary began killing prostitutes in Wester Washington dumping their bodies along the Green River At least it early is the beginning of 1982 He didn't get caught until the end of 2001 For 20 years he killed dumped and walked free leading what seemed to be a normal working class suburban life life can be so unfair sometimes Number three Ridgeway preferred to murder prostitutes because he knew they made it the easiest

for him to not get caught. He knew who the week were and he knew how to prey on them, gaining their trust by doing stuff like showing them pictures of his young son. Number four, despite his prostitute addiction, the Green River killer had arguably the cleanest wing west of the cascades. Very clean winged, bar none bar none mama scrub that shit down Number five new info early on in the formation of the green river killer task force gear originally was not the prime suspect Police initially it believed that Melvin Foster was their man and that actually slowed the investigation down and

Melvin Foster I showed a picture of him at the live show last night to illustrate why he became the prime suspect and mostly because he looked like a fucking serial co He looked so creepy. I get why the police made in the prime suspect in mid-September 82 This man Melvin Wayne Foster called King County police poor guy. He's trying to help investigation He was a 43 year old taxi driver But he also been married five times done a nine year stretch in prison for auto theft He had grown up in South King County and he just was so, he is so, he has a creepy affect, he has a creepy presence and he just looks like a creep.

I watched an interview where he was asked why he went to the police with what he thought was information and this is what he opens with. When they ask him that question like, you know, why did you go to the police? He says, you can be your brother's creeper. No, sorry, I put creep in there because he's such a creep, I am mentally out of the word creep. You can be your brother's creeper. No, sorry, I put creep in there, because he's such a creep, I have mentally out of the word creep.

You can be your brother's keeper or just another bearer of the mark of cane. Totally dead in the eyes as he says that. That is some weird shit to say, talking about the market cane. Don't do that when people bring you in for your serial killer investigation. Don't fucking mention the market cane, right?

You come across like some kind of wild-eyed, you know, pastor, some sweaty Pentecostal backwards pastor or you come across, you know, it's like a serial killer, you know, tying someone to a chair and saying that shit to them. And that takes us out of today's top five takeaways. Time suck, tough, five takeaways. Gary Ridgeway, that dumb, murderous piece of shit has been sucked don't let his low IQ allow you to feel sorry for him That IQ may have prevented him from entering Mensa are getting his doctorate and well anything But it did not give him a reason to kill did not justify in any way the atrocities committed his hands and Now for good news now for a special charity announcement. I promise the space lizards

Those patreon premium members of the of the-stud community that once we hit the initial $10,000 monthly goal that cover studio employee and app cost that we'd start giving 20% of additional funds each month to a charity And while we only beat the goal of $10,000 by a few bucks, you know, I choose well after the fees It was a few bucks. We beat it by a few hundred dollars $60 didn't seem like enough. So, you know, I had a good month as far as tour and merch sales go. You guys have been supporting me. So, I want to show some support to the Seattle based organization for prostitution survivors.

We're making a $500 donation. Hopefully, this is the first of many, many donations increasing in size that TimeSuck is able to make. The OPS, you can find them via their website, Seattle, OPS.org. I'll put that in the episode description. Co-founder and survivor of 15 years of prostitution, Noel Gomez, recognized in acute lack of services for adult survivors of prostitution

while working at Youth Care's Bridge program and facilitating the sex industry workers class for the city of Seattle. This cute lack of services inspired Noel to create OPS. So she collaborated with Peter Qualitine, other survivors and allies and Seattle's to establish OPS in the spring of 2012. Now, this nonprofit works with the former prostitutes in the Seattle area that identifies their needs and provides a vision for the rest of their lives.

And they're fucking super cool, man. They include one-on-one advocacy, case management, support groups, employment services, chemical dependency recovery support, housing resources, so much more, that even provide services for those who pay to use prostitutes. I think that's awesome, man. They have essentially a weekly group therapy session and workshop to teach men about the dangers of prostitution and how to form healthy relationships, mutually beneficial relationships with women and not just use prostitutes. And they do all kinds of other cool non-genre mental shit, a lot of progressive stuff. And

everyone who listens to this show, all of you, have now supported them. So thank you. Your listenership, your spread in the sun, your patronage. Now we're able to donate in a real way to worthy causes and very excited to do that. Thank you, thank you, thank you for allowing me to be able to do that. All right, so Gary Ridgeway, he's in Walla Walla now. I do have a quick update on him before we get out of him. This last thing I'll say about him.

Randy to a time sucker of the show in Spokane last night who said that their brother had a friend who was incarcerated with Gary and Walla Walla State Penitentiary or Federal Penitentiary, whatever. And this dude, I guess, peed on Gary. Oh, sounds like fairly recently. I asked if it was in the shower and he said, no, said this dude apparently just straight up pissed on Gary Ridgeway.

Like, just walked up to him, took his dick out and pissed on him. And I don't have any more info than that, but I was where I was sharing on it because after that story, I'm like, ah, that's good to hear. I'm glad he's in prison and I'm glad he's getting pissed on. Don't forget to grab my new album, maybe on the problem. Kind of weird to segue to that from getting pissed on. On iTunes, Amazon, Google Play, if you're a stand up fan, it's all the usual dust digital suspects, proud of it, and selling well, feedbacks been great for you guys. So thank you for that. Thanks to Harmony Velocamp, Jesse Dobner,

Lindsey Cummins, Josh Crel, entire time stock team for their help, and a huge thanks to the Lillie Twins Sarah and Rebecca Reba, those both Jango's research department assistants for doing another great job. Consistently doing a great job, gather in extra details for your time suckers. This consistently doing a great job, gather in extra details, but you time suckers. This Friday more murder. Yeah, apparently it's murder week this week on the suck.

It's a bonus week. It was the will of the space lizards to have Gary suck today and it was well Nimrods will. Hell Nimrod to suck the ripper, Jack the ripper of this Friday. Who was Jack the ripper? Well, we're going to try and find out from August 7th to September 10th 1888 someone dubbed Jack the Ripper terrorized the White Chapel district in London's East End killing at least five prostitutes and mutilating their bodies in an unusual manner indicating that the killer had a knowledge or a strong knowledge of human anatomy.

Jack the Ripper was never captured and I'm guessing he never will be considering he would now be 131 years old and that's if he killed people and he was one year old, which is highly unlikely. So we're heading to Jollywood, England this Friday for some late 19th century history and to talk about unsolved murders should be fun. Should be entertaining. Now let's find out what you suckers have been drawn to this past week and get in to this week's Time Sucker Updates. Lot of scary updates have been coming in regarding our recent two-part exorcism of Annelise

Michelle. Can't believe we're already doing another bonus suck this Friday. A lot of weird shit's been going on while people have been listening to the suck specifically part two, like what happened to our very own suck employee, Harmony Velocamp. She texted me saying, so super scary, I'm finally finishing the second part of the Annelise Michelle episode, wanted to listen during the day in daylight. I ran a bath because the kids are napping and I made myself some hot tea, a real mom,

VK. I set the teacup on the soap shelf in the wall of the shower and got on the bath. Press play. I was at the part where you started to read the prayers for the first part of the extra system when all of a sudden the teacup of boiling water falls on me and drenched me in boiling water. My chest is burnt and my headphones broke. Officially spooked and I'm not even a believer in most of that stuff. Now it's at the part where you're about to play the voice clover and I paused it.

I need to wait till I'm downstairs in daylight. LOL damn. And that is one of many crazy things that have happened recently. Also, as far as I know, Harmony is alive and well and not further burned today. But check this out. This is from a time sucker Lauren Hendrix who says, no, you don't even get an intro because it's not funny anymore. Fucking hell. Again.

Hi, it's Lauren Hendrix again, and my phone shut off recording again. It's never done that before today, and it's happened twice during this episode. You were reading about the actual scene, the priest would say for an exorcism. It was making my skin crawl the longer you went on with it and it sounded kind of echoey. And all of a sudden my whole phone shut off. Turned it back on and nothing's wrong. It has 45% battery left. And the episode started back up exactly where it had left off.

But this is, oh, maybe I'm sorry, 45% left at the episode. But this is the second creepy phone issue I've had during this episode and I don't know who to blame you or Lucifina, but I'm scared. So fuck you. Sorry Lauren, well you're not alone, this is probably not helping. A lot of other people got scared which probably makes your experience even scarier. Dylan Irish, I wrote in saying, dear sucker supreme, I'd send this in a spooky story for the secret suck but I already sent one in. I just wanted to let you know something that just happened to me literally minutes before I was typing this.

I work at an auto body shop. I am painting a hood on a big-ass dump truck. I've done my paint layers and I'm just starting my first clear coat layer. As I'm doing all this, I'm listing to part two of the exorcism suck. As I start to spray clear coat on the hood, the part with the audio files is plain and I shit you not. Two sections of light start to flicker rapidly. They've been fine all day, but when these audio files started to play, they just went

bananas. I think it's weird, but I keep going. Seconds later, I look at an area where I'd already cleared and the clear coat is running down the side of the hood faster than I've ever seen. It looked like I had just sprayed clear semen on it and just ran down quickly. I've been painting for four years and this has never happened. I wasn't doing anything different than usual and the air pressure on my gun was where it should be. This happened all over the left side of the hood.

By the time I started to clear the right side, the audio clips were over with and I didn't have a single run of clear on that side and the lights are currently on and are not flickering. Maybe it's coincidence that I thought you'd like to hear about this creepy ass series of events run of clear on that side and the lights are currently on and are not flickering. Maybe it's coincidence, but I thought you'd like to hear about this creepy ass series of events that just happened forever. A space lizard beard Papa man Dylan. Do that is creepy that is creepy and so many of these things have been coming in. So many of these things.

Another one from Michael which I you like to watch CEO? Sorry, one of those names that really trouble some W O J C I O. And again, so many of these were sending, there's too much to put all of them in here, but these are just a smattering. Michael says, hey, suck master general. I haven't written in since you read my pussygate email on your show.

Oh yeah, that was a big thing. Love the show, but right now I am so fucking scared. I need to get right to the point. It's 8.50 pm each Time as I'm riding this about 10 minutes ago. I was showering while listening to the latest episode Which I will never listen to again if I even finish it and let me tell you what the fuck just happened The first recording of the extra system made my skin crawl when you played the second clip It's always at the same point to mind you in the shower

Three or four seconds in, the light bulb in my windalous bathroom went out, leaving me alone, wet, naked, and covered in goofs bumps, and pitch black in the house I live alone in. As soon as the light went out, my dog started barking like a psychopath outside the door. I'm a grown man, not afraid of much,

and pretty level-headed, I like to think. I camp a lot in barren places and have never been creeped out like I am right now. Holy fucking shit on a sandwich I am terrified. I just ran out of the bathroom to my room with a light was on and now as I listen to you talk about how scared you are, I think I need a break from today's episode,

best episode ever. I love that we love to be scared. I might go to church on Sunday and I haven't been to a church since I was 12. Great job man, great job. God right, it's so creepy. So creepy. And then this is the funny one.

I'm leaving this person's last name off in case they would be embarrassed. So Jeff, I know you didn't ask me to, but I'm cutting your last name off if you need to write it and say, no, I wanted to be recognized, but I doubt you do. Jeff wrote in saying, I just finished listening to part two of the Annelise, Michelle, demonic possession time suck.

I do deliveries overnight and listen to your podcast all the time. This one fucking scared the shit out of me dot, dot, dot, literally. I was doing a U-turn on a dark, real street and just as you were playing the tapes for speaking in that voice. A horse moved in the paddock near the road. I literally craft myself a little. I now know what burnt shit smells like because that little nugget my butthole left my butthole so fast. It would put a shuttle reentry to shame. As always, Suckmaster, Calvin is great episode. Keep up the good work from your faithful follower in the land,

and in the land down under Hail Nimrod. Thanks, man. Thanks to all my Aussie listed, man, growing contingent of time suckers on Australia, which I'm very thankful for, and in the UK and Sweden. And Canada, all those are growing pretty fast, which is awesome. Okay, another one, Jenny Oman, sent hello there, dear suck master.

I'm writing you from the cold, dark depths of Northern Sweden. Well, it's not actually that cold. It's about 37 degrees Fahrenheit today. I guess that's not too cold. That's kind of cold. I recently listened to the bonus episode 20 about the demonic possession of Annalise Michelle. You mentioned the demons who don't possess you,

just put spooky evil thoughts into a person's mind. And it made me think of something I read not too long ago. Apparently there's a type of OCD that instead of making you feel the need to turn the lights off and on a bunch of times, it gives you intrusive thoughts. I read about a guy who has it, and he says that he often thinks about hurting other people,

children, his friends' mothers, that's so specific, et cetera. He can't stop the thoughts from coming in and eventually, when one thought has been in his mind long enough, he starts worrying that he's actually done the bad thing that he's thought of, ugh, and then forgotten about it. It seems like a pretty shitty thing to live with, thinking something like, I could totally just stab this person and know when you don't want to, that it's bad,

and not be able to get the thought out of your head, and then becoming paranoid that you've actually done it. Anyway, just thought it might be an interesting thing if you didn't know about it. I already love the show. I love listening to it while I'm welding at work. That's fucking cool. I love, I don't, I don't, I don't think welding is so cool.

I do think it's so cool though. And sometimes also actually, I say myself on fire. Shit happens, you know. Yeah, Jenny, I think maybe that could explain, you know, some people's, some people thinking that they are possessed. Maybe it is some kind of a obsessive thought type syndrome, some type of OCD. That sounds terrible.

And I feel like I feel like I may have a touch of that. I think crazy things all the time that I don't wanna think. Okay, another one from Alana Lynch, a possible explanation just to, you know, go further with this OCD thing. Here this, you crazy with the capital F, Supreme Master Sucker. I have an update on the Annelise Michelle Suck while I'm not a psychologist myself.

I'm a bit of experience with intrusive bad thoughts that we were just talking about with Jenny. No, I wasn't possessed, but I was diagnosed with OCD at an early age and wanted to see if I could shed a little light on what the hell is going on when a person experiences unwanted disturbing thoughts. OCD is not the disease of obsessive handwashing and cleaning as many people believe. What it really is is not the disease of obsessive handwashing and cleaning as many people believe. What it really is is an overwhelming amount of troubling thoughts that the sufferer obsesses over. In fact, while many people think of OCD

as a disorder of rituals, handwashing, cleaning, hoarding, et cetera, the rituals are more a symptom of the real problem, invasive disturbing thoughts. For example, when someone hoards, they do so because their brain is telling them that all sorts, telling them all sorts of scary, wacky, do-all stories about how they might die or go insane as they throw something away. A common form of OCD that is not really heard of in the public sphere is pure OCD, where the sufferer doesn't actually perform any rituals, but it's simply caught in a terrifying loop of stories

their mind is telling them. These thoughts can range from disturbing sexual acts, harming oneself for a loved one, or even religious-based thoughts about hell. Many OCD sufferers are terrified that they will hurt the ones they love, even though in reality it's the last thing they want to do. For example, you might have a thought about bludgeoning a smoothie guy to death, for being a dick, and then turn it into a funny joke and laugh it off. While the OCD sufferers will start to wonder if they're genuinely a monster, if murder is something they fantasize about, I'm in the middle, actually.

I may kind of think of a monster. This will snowball and two obsessive thinking about every encounter with another human being asking themselves if they feel violent towards them, perhaps even forcing themselves to imagine being violent to make sure they feel the right amount of disgust and horror. It's an exhausting cycle and have untreated crippling, like I said, not a psychologist, but if I were to encounter an analyst today, I'd recommend she get tested for OCD and schizophrenia. Those two disorders love to tag team. OCD often mistaken for psychosis, it's a disorder that can make you do some pretty weird and disgusting things like being compelled to eat or drink certain things like feces and

urine, and extreme cases. Talking a specific way with specific words and acting ways that seem insane to an outside observer, belief is a powerful thing, particularly in the mind of some with OCD it has the power to alter our perception of reality and its catching. If Annelise was acting in such a strange way with compulsion she could not explain and makes sense that her family would believe her when she said she was possessed. Their belief in term would firm up her own belief in possession. I am an educated, fairly intelligent woman and I remember a night where it took me three

hours in the middle of the night to climb the stairs to my bedroom because I was convinced that if I didn't do it the right way, I would go insane. Oh, that's terrible. Obviously, this is less intense than what Annelise did, but I'd bring it up as an example that mental illness can make a person do things they would never normally do and can't really explain. And if my parents had been standing next to me agreeing with me that if I didn't climb the stairs correctly, I would lose my mind.

I don't know if I would have ever made it to the top. My saving grace was my family there to remind me who I was to point out what OCD that was that it was making me do irrational things. If instead they had become convinced that a demon was possessing me and told me that I cannot even imagine how much my mental state would have deteriorated. I'm bringing this up partly because I think it adds to an already fastening discussion and also because I think it's important for people to know that disturbing intrusive thoughts are completely entirely normal.

Sometimes your brain comes up with shit that is completely out of character for you because brains are weird. We cannot control our thoughts and the contents of our thoughts do not define us what matters is our responses to them and how we decide to act. Thoughts are not inherently powerful. We give them power when the way we react to them and how we decide to act. Thoughts are not inherently powerful. We give them power when the way we react to them. Knowing this, I've been able to move past the ridiculous stories my brain sometimes tries to tell me it is possible to be a victim of your own thoughts, but you don't have to be.

You decide what you give the privilege of your attention to and how to speak and act. You are the one with power. Realizing this was essential for me to overcome my OCD and depression and I'm hoping it can help someone else too Even in a small way Finally, let me thank Nimrod for time sucking the cult to the curious So refreshing to have a community that isn't afraid to ask difficult questions and agree to disagree on the answers Fuck yes, you have created something rare and powerful with this podcast community and I can't thank you enough And even better you do this in a way that has me laughing out loud every time hail nimrot be gone loose of fena keep on sucking supreme

Chancellor of suck alana Well, thank you and thank all of you for those time sucker updates and man I'm loving this community too and in a way. I don't even feel like I'm running it I really don't feel like I'm along for the ride and I like it man It's just it's got a life at zone and I love it love it love it all right. Thanks for those updates Thanks time suckers. I need a net. We all did. We'll have a great rest of your week.

Friday, I hope you enjoy the bonus suck with Jack the Ripper in the meantime. Don't kill anybody. Don't kill anybody, especially don't kill anybody that's already disenfranchised. And most importantly, keep those dark thoughts out of your mind by keeping on with your second! you