Timesuck with Dan Cummins - BONUS 17 - Ed Gein: The Butcher of Plainfield

Episode Date: February 16, 2018

When murder investigators entered the rural farm house of loner Ed Gein just outside the tiny town of Plainfield, Wisconsin on November 16th, 1957, they found a scene like nothing any American investigator had ever seen before. A scene of outlandish, unimaginable horror. Body parts stored in bags and boxes. And so much skin. Human skin crafted into the stuff of nightmares. How could all of this horror come from a slight, soft-spoken, middle-aged local loner and farm-hand? Find out today on a morbidly captivating edition of Timesuck! Today's Timesuck is brought to you by Mack Weldon! A men’s essentials brand that believes in smart design, premium fabrics and simple shopping. Go to www.MackWeldon.com and get 20% off using promo code "timesuck". Today's Timesuck is also brought to you by Simple Contacts! Go to simplecontacts.com/timesuck or enter the code TIMESUCK at checkout to get $30 off your contacts. Simple Contacts lets you renew your prescription and re-order your brand of lenses from anywhere, in minutes, through an online, self-guided vision test. Wanna be a Space Lizard"? 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 a download link for a 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. 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 And, thank you for supporting the show by doing your Amazon shopping after clicking on my Amazon link at www.timesuckpodcast.com

When murder investigators entered the rural farmhouse of Loner-Edgene, just outside the tiny town of Plainfield, Wisconsin, on November 16, 1957, what they found caused the first man to walk into the home to immediately run back out and vomit into the snow. It was like nothing they had ever seen before. It was unlike something any police officer in American criminal history had ever seen before a scene about landish unimaginable horror various body parts stored in various containers, especially skin so much skin human skin crafted into the stuff of nightmares How could all of this horror come from a slight soft spoken middle-age local loner and farmhand? soft-spoken, middle-aged, local loner, and farmhand. The rest of Wisconsin and then the rest of America would be riveted by the ghoulish deeds

of the man who would become to known as the butcher of Plainfield for the rest of his days. The will of Lucaphina is strong in this dark, disgusting, and captivating addition of Time Sun. edition of TimeSuck. What's going on, TimeSuckers and Space Lizards. Happy Friday. Thanks to all of you who voted for, you know, any of the three topics that ended up being the bonus suck vote for today's topic.

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Plainfield, the name seems particularly well suited for a place. So flat and feature list that even an official state guidebook characterizes it as completely nondescript. That's pretty sad when, you know, the state guidebook is like, nah, just skip it. Wikipedia also doesn't have much to say about it, other than population, geographical location, demographic information, which is every town. The only thing said about Plainfield is parts of the Werner Herzog film, Strohsik, were shot

nearby. Herzog used the Plainfield area to shoot characters, staying in a winter bound barren prairie near the fictional town of railroad flat. So basically it was used as a location shots replaced. Nobody would like to go to. It's not good, man. When your town is used to film, you know, infilm to depict a barren location. There's a list of notable people coming from Plainfield on that list is Ed Gein, several Wisconsin state assemblymen and Francis Hammerstrom, naturalist and author. Again, according to Wikipedia, Francis is an ornithologist known for her work with the greater

prairie chicken in Wisconsin. For somebody who's not a bird watcher, that seems super boring. What is your specialty again? The greater prairie chicken, huh? Are those related to the sea chickens that live off the southeastern coast of Florida? You know, you know, those amphibious chickens lay underwater eggs? You know, the ones whose meat they sell in the chicken of the sea cans, by the tuna cans in the grocery store. What am I talking about? Not nothing. Old Atlanta's episode, time suck reference. I'll show myself out. The name of Plainfield

was bestowed on the town by one of its founding fathers, a transplanted new Englander named Elijah Waterman, who settled there in 1849, put up a 12 by 6 foot shanty, which served as both his home and the area's only hotel. In Christian the town and honor of his birthplace in Plainfield, Vermont, 12 foot by 6 foot shanty hotel. That's only 72 square feet. I double checked the measurement on that in my primary source for this week's suck, which is deviant, true story of Edgain, the original psycho by Harold Schettner.

Schettner, Schecter, there we go. And it doesn't list feet. It just says it 12 by 6 shanty. But what else would it mean? 12 rooms by 6 rooms, that makes no sense. 12 inches by 6 inches? How tiny was this Elijah? Son of a bitch.

It's gotta be feet. Talk about a shitty hotel. Where's my room? I reckon your room is a space there between the wall and Ned. Don't wake him up. Oh, Ned gets fat and mad if you disturb his peaceful slumber. 30 years after that first horrific chanty was thrown up, which sounds, I just, again, and he lived there too.

So I sleep between Ned and the other wall, you sleep between Ned and the corner wall, and then we have some other guests coming to lay as best they can, around and amongst our feet. Just what a fucking terrible time to live. Anyway, 30 years after that first shanty was thrown up, the little village of Plainfield boasted several churches, a bank, a weekly newspaper, a variety of businesses, three general stores, two blacksmiths, a drugstore, a tailor shop, a farm implement warehouse. That sounds fun. A grist mill, grist mill, by the way, is a mill for grinding grain. What the hell did they have to talk about in a weekly paper? How could they come up with new stuff every week? Now, what will be the headline? Breaking news, slightly less grain was ground

and Ned's gris mill this week. Also, Elijah's hotel is the fucking worst. And as always, keep an eye out for greater prayer and chickens, they are ferocious and they are everywhere. Yeah, and the guy who runs that paper is a southerner, apparently. The population remains small, always remaining under a thousand people. Sounds like my hometown. Uh, most plain fieldians have been poor, struggling farmers, toiling to rest, even a marginal living out of the dry, stony soil, throwing a little

rye, raising a little livestock, according to one source, cultivating potatoes that often turned out to be too inferior to sell his food and had to be hauled by the wagon load to the local starch factory. It just sounds terrible on all fronts. Even what they named the local lake is sad. There's a big lake on the southeast corner town and its name reflects the sterility of the surrounding countryside sand lake. Now it's called Plainfield Lake, which is not much of a name upgrade really. Lake. Now it's called Plainfield Lake, which is not much of a name upgrade, really. The town has a website, PlainfieldWIS.com, and it's also very sad. There's a section for restaurants and taverns, and only one of three restaurants and or taverns

listed on the website are actually in Plainfield. Buddhas, bar and grill, not Buddha, but a, and the bar there is open from 11 a.m. to three question marks each day. It's where he got I guess it just shuts down when Ned and Buddha have had their last logger for the Eve. You want another old Milwaukee Ned? No where I reckon it's closing time then seeing the more Ned seeing the more Buddha. There's another section of the website called recreation and when you click that only one

business is listed K&M sales and service And it's not even in plain field it's nearby Hancock and they sell and service ATVs snowmobiles snowblowers and lawnmowers and Somehow that is offered up as recreation for tourists So I'm what's fun to do around here and he's up lining nope? What about summer building? Eh, snowmobiling any place to rent a snowmobile? Nope. You can buy one from K&M. That's, that's all the recreation around here. The option to buy a snowmobile.

Nope. You can buy lawnmower too. Yeah, not much happening in the sleep. A little bird about 65 miles west to Appleton. Fires raged with the town on a few occasions, one, consuming most of the buildings on Main Street, cyclones, Blizzard's, Savage Midwestern thunderstorms have taken lives over the years. Again, really, really paying a picture of a great place to live.

Thunderstorms have killed cattle, occasionally destroyed entire farms, men have been shot during hunting accidents, maimed by farm machinery. One man even left paralyzed when his pickup went skidding off an icy road. Sorry, I'm kind of like laughing myself now. I just started picturing myself like instead of a time psych episode, like what if I had just been hired by like the plane field tourism bureau, and this is what I sent back to them. Suicides, suicides have occurred in plane field as they

have, and you know, a lot of towns that are horrible to live in. There was even some murders before Ed Gaines showed up. One incident in particular was especially violent and occurred long before Gaines was born. For many years, the nice little community of Plainfield was identified in local history books as the site of a particularly vicious feud that occurred back in 1853. Here's some old Plainfield lore for you. In 1853, just five years after Elijah built the world's shittiest hotel, Shed, fucking garden shack, a local squatter with the last name,

Ferman, was on a trip to Milwaukee where he met a New Yorker with a surname of Cartwright, right? He was looking to migrate with his family to the Midwest, territory around Plainfield, desperately needed more settlers, and Ferman was willing to give Cartwright 40 acres of his own property to entice Cartwright to the area and Cartwright accepted. Cartwright and Furman got along for a while, but then Furman got pissed off at something or other, lost a history, and tried to take his property back from Cartwright after the man was living there with his family already. He tried to reneg on the deal. Accused Cartwright of trespassing now. Well, the matter ended up in court. And the case was decided in favor of cart

right, favor of the newcomer and cart right decided to celebrate by popping into the ballroom of the Boyington hotel and nearby Watoma. And Furman went there as well and found him and oh, and the feud got going for real. There was an angry exchange of words. And then the bitter Furman left upon a seated

cart right, knocked him out of his chair. Cart right jumped to his feet, fled the building where he's chased by Ferman who caught up with him, grabbed him through him to the ground. They struggled, they wrestled, Ferman dug his thumbs into cartwright's eyes and that was the last straw for Cartwright who apparently decided he'd taken enough abuse at the hands of Ferman, pulled a pistol out of his back pocket in the days when men I guess just casually walked around with pistols in their pockets Is if that's a normal thing to do and he shot cart right three times killing him

Cartwright was immediately arrested taken to jail at Oshkosh where he was released on bail So feud over right. I mean one guy's dead. No, not even close. This this feud the story is just getting going Well cartwright sits in jail some friends Furman, you know, gathered together promised the lynch him if he ever comes back to Plainfield. Cartwright is told is told of the threat, ignores it, returns home. On the second night, following his arrival, Furman's old buddies make good on their promise. They form a lynch mob breaking the Cartwright's house and Cartwright's waiting for him. He's armed with his rifle, ready to fire, then the first of the mob to make him inside the house gets a bullet for his first troubles and you know he kills that man instantly. So now it's over right now two guys are dead. Uh-uh. The mob retreats, but doesn't give up. They decide to try and burn cart ride out.

They're going to smoke him out of his house. Remember his wife and kids are in the house as well. I don't even know if I mentioned that he has my he had the whole family's in there. They began to kindle a fire. The the lynch mob does at one corner of the house cart right immediately pokes his rifle through a little chink in the logs of this house shooting kills another man. Now they've lost two guys body count of this land is boots up to three and you'd think they'd cool off not at all. The mob retreats again still isn't done. One of their members local law man, Constable, uh, Constable, uh, goes to the nearby home of a local judge named Walker who was I didn't play in field.

Walker's convinced that if he could persuade Cartwright to turn himself over to the Constable, the Lynch mob would disperse. Cartwright would be escorted under the Constable's protection to the Ashkosh jail, where he would remain until he could be tried for Furman's murder. But Walker agrees to do that, you know, what he can to get him out, and he proceeds to talk Cartwright to come out of his house. Convinces him to disarm. And then the mob double crosses him.

They surround Cartwright immediately, and you know, take him to the out of his house. Convinces him to disarm. And then the mob double crosses them. They surround cart right immediately, and you know, take him to the center of town in Plainfield where a pole does run up out of the upper story of a tavern's hay barn. The judge, Walker is told, the judge Walker, he's told basically that he can just, you know, he can stay and just enjoy the scene. But he was, no, I'm sorry, he, no, he was told to get out of there

or he's gonna be hanging himself. That's right, he was told to get out of there or he's going to be hanging himself. That's right. He's not allowed to stay, you know, so under fear of death, he leaves and then they just hang cart right in the middle of the town in front of whoever feels like watching. And then his body's brought back home, dumped off at the door front where his wife and kids are waiting inside. Can you imagine that as a kid, seeing your dad dragged away by an angry mob that had been

trying to break into your home, and then a few hours later, your dad's dead body just dropped off of your door. It's gonna fuck your life up. Do you ever really recover from something like that? I don't think so, from seeing humanity, and it's absolute worst. And then at an insult to death,

no member of the mob has ever tried for cart rights murder. And for years, until the crimes of Ed Geen, that is what Plainfield was known for. For a crazy feud and an even crazy or lynch mob. No winners in that war. So that's Plainfield decided Ed Gain's heinous crimes and deviant behavior, small, non-descript farming town, not only for a few more murders, you know, committed decades before Gain's

birth. And a little Wisconsin Prairie town gets to hot in the summer, to cold and winter, averages to high 25 degrees Fahrenheit in January, low six. Quite little town off the beaten path, almost 90 miles from Madison, far from the interstate, where everyone knows everyone else and thinks they know everyone else's business. But no one knew the business of Ed Gein until everybody did. So let's get into that business with a time sub timeline. Shrap on those boots, soldier. We're marching down a time sub timeline. Ed Geen is born on August 27th 1906 in La Crosse County, Wisconsin. Second and two boys

of George Geen and Augusta will have him in Ed's father George was an orphan whose Poulas his parents and older sister when they were swept away in a flood while trying to cross the Mississippi River in a wagon Damn old timey accidents man. How did your family die? They were hidden in town a for supplies and the river took them Jesus man George was raised by grandparents living nearby and following an elementary school education He dropped out as people did back then often and became a blacksmith apprentice spending several years laboring over the Anvil and Forge as a young man.

George was a down on his luck drifter who bounced from job to job, sold insurance for a while, tried his hand at carpentry, worked in a tannery, worked at the city power plant and on the Chicago Milwaukee and St. Paul railway also developed an early drinking problem blowing most of his paychecks at the tavern. Well, Ed's mother Augusta couldn't have been more different from his father opposites attract, I guess. She came from a large and industrious family who's dour demanding patriarch and immigrated from Germany in 1870 and settled in La Crosse. Devoutly, even fanatically religious, she'd been brought up to obey a rigid code of conduct

where her father had not hesitated to reinforce with regular beatings. She was in the end her father's daughter, a stern disciplinarian, self-righteous, domineering, inflexible, never doubted for a moment the absolute correctness of her beliefs or her right to impose them by whatever means necessary in the people around her. She despised laziness and drunkenness and somehow she ended up with George. She was, you know, a real joy to be around as you're going to find out in this suck, highly judgmental religious zealot parents. Man, they always seem to raise the best kids, don't they? God knows what these two saw on each other. A depressed, unambitious drunk at a hard-working, working judgmental zealot. But they got married

anyway in 1899. A lot more pressure get married back then and to kind of make a lot more compromise. It's not like the cross had some bustling single scene. It was a match made in hell. George drank too much. He was lazy. Couldn't hold down a job. Augusta walked all over him and despised him. You know, so it was true love. He was a big man in size. Brod shoulder with a big old blacksmith mussels, but he was weak in spirit. And so Augusta's domineering tendencies grew unchecked. She had full control of the household and wielded her power ruthlessly.

She'd viciously verbally abused George, and occasionally he'd physically abuse her, slapping her across face, dropped her to the floor. They hated each other, but they stayed together at a time when hating your spouse, but staying married was fairly normal. And like people who hate each other often do, they decided to have some kids. That'll fix everything. Hey, you know how you want to kill me and I wake up every morning praying for your death? Hopefully a slow, painful death?

Yeah, so fuck you. You want to fuck off and die? Exactly. This is exactly what I'm talking about. I was thinking, what if, now hear me out, what if we have some kids together, right? Worst case, it's a few more people around the house to also hate. I was thinking what if now hear me out what if we have some kids together right worst case It's a few more people around the house to also hate You know be kind of nice to break up the hate spread it around a bit. I yell at you. You yell at the kids the kids

You know They yell at you you hit the kids. I hit you. You knock me out cold. I mean, you know what it sounds fun What do you say? Well, even though she found sex disgusting and the work of the devil hey loose a phena She wanted kids and reluctantly let George stick it in her. The first child, Henry, was born in 1902. And then of course, Ed was born four years later, and Ed would be a Gus' baby, and not being close to her husband, she'd become very emotionally close to Ed. And she basically was especially determined not to let the world corrupt her sweet baby,

which is incredibly ironic considering how corrupted he would become. This relationship will become the basis of for the relationship between Norman Bates and his mother in the famous Alfred Hitchcock horror film Psycho. And honestly, their relationship reminds me a lot of my own mother and myself. I mean, my mom, you should tell me all the time as a kid, you know, she'd say, Danny, you know, stay away from the wickedness of women, especially their trampy filth holes. You might think you're just putting your evil little meat stick in there, but really you're

putting your soul in that harlott's sin tunnel and you'll never get it back. Damn nation. So mom would say all the time, just damn nation. She'd say eternal damn nation is what awaits in that crevice. So you tell those husties to keep their legs shut, keep their sin slit away from my sweet innocent baby boy. And then she hugged me for a long, long time and weep. And then she really pressed my face deep into her cleavage. So I had a hard time breathing. And then we'd both sob for a while. And then we'd snuggle up in bed and

we'd fall asleep. You know, man, God, memories, you know, it's been, it's been months since we've done that. Really God, moms, huh? What a silly bunch of goofballs they are. Anyway, not about my mom. Let's talk about Augusta, especially since the stuff about my mom was nothing but lies and drivel. 1909, in 1909, Augusta's husband unable to hold down a job, she gets a family job for him. Two of her brothers had opened up some successful

grocery stores and lacrosse, and she talked to him and to let George open up a new franchise. Though 1909, George Geen becomes a proprietor of a small meat and grocery shop at 914, Caledonia Street. And within two years, George has fucked up enough to go from being listed as the owner of this new store to being listed as a clerk. Augusta is now listed as the owner, highly unusual for the time in the area for the wife and not the husband to be listed in this manner Says a lot about their relationship

Ed would later remember her mom doing everything at the store she waited on the customers handled the cash register kept the books Meanwhile Ed's father shuffled about the store in a shrunken defeated way rearranging the goods on the shelves according to Augusta's directions occasionally delivering some groceries Ed thought of his mother as more God than woman. He claimed many years later after being captured for his crimes, to still think she was perfect. When she yelled at him as a child, told him only a mother could love such a dreadful child, he'd cry. Not because he was verbally abused, he'd cry because he was so disappointed in himself

for letting such a good, virtuous woman down. Why couldn't he be a better kid for his amazing mom? But somehow, you know, he just always seemed a failure. From early childhood into his middle age, Ed placed all his reliance on Mama. She and Shilohne could be counted on to rescue him from life's many evils and dangers. Mama knew best. Mother always knew best. By 1913, Augusta had managed a store well enough to save up some money to buy a farm, and so that's what they did. There was a good living to be made from dairy cows and rye, and Augusta also wanted to get herself and her family, particularly Little Eddie, far away from the evil influences of the big city of LaCross with constant.

Metropolis full of taverns and hoaring hall. It's trying to tempt her husband George into doing more wrong. The city that would crept her sweet boys for certain, Eddie and Henry, a city of over 30,000 people, a regular Gotham to urban and full of big city problems. So like that year, the gains moved into a dairy farm in the lowlands near Camp Douglas,

about 40 miles east of lacrosse. And then in 1914, the gain clan made their second and final move for reasons unknown to a 195 acre farm in Plainfield known to locals as the old John Greenfield place. Now, John Greenfield was a chicken rancher who gained a little local fame for having a high percentage of two headed roosters. So he opened a little tour of stop in 1907 called Johnny two cocks. And then he lost a business in a card game and a poker game to two brothers who were both named Richard and they renamed the establishment double dicks two cocks. And then they were given some money by an investor by the name of Hans Balls

and the establishment was re-Christian once again, double dicks to cock and balls. And if you still believe any of this, God bless you. Just know that you make me happier than any of the other listeners. Everything, everything about that was horse shit other than the game family related by a farm known as the John Greenfield place. I wish it was true.

I wish it was known as double dicks to cock and balls. And there was a bunch of two headed roosters. That'd be fucking amazing. Okay, at a time when property ownership was almost entirely in the hands of men, land records show that the plane field farm was purchased by and deeded to not George, but a gust of gain. When they, why they moved again is unclear,

but probably because the land was cheaper in plane field, they were able to get more of it. Maybe they were able to get one of the, like the nicer homes in the area. Did they get a pretty nice house, maybe just to get further away from centers? The family of four moved into a trim, two-story L-shaped white frame building with a parlor, a kitchen, pair of bedrooms on the first floor, five more rooms upstairs. The outbuildings included a fair-sized barn chicken coop where John stored all those two headed roosters I made up earlier, an equipment shack. There was also basic level. A summer kitchen physically just separates hot kitchen activities from the rest of a home during

the warm summer months. You know, it is a great way to survive the summer before the invention of modern air conditioning. Summer kitchens also reduce the risk of house fires and provide a private place for parents teacher kids to both construct and wear human masks, excuse me, to wear masks made out of human skin. Two of those last three statements about summer kitchens are true. You decide which to believe. In addition to being a nice home, a gust also liked that it was isolated.

The farm was actually situated six miles west of Plainfield, a significant distance in the days of dirt roads and wagon travel. They're nearest neighbors with a Johnson family whose farmhouse was located a little less than a quarter mile down the road. During the fall of 1914, Little Eddie began attending the Roshia Creek Days

grade school, tiny one room building with a dozen students. Later, Rose Cree merged with another country school, the white school, and it was there to the edigene completed his formal education at age 16, after graduating from the eighth grade. So, you know, I guess maybe not a quick learner, 16, eighth grade, that doesn't sound good. He was, he was a capable of unexceptional student who managed well enough in all his subjects.

Years later when he was captured, his IQ would be tested and recorded his average, kind of a low average. I keep wanting to take an IQ test at a curiosity, but honestly, a little worried about the results, you know, I don't know if any good can come from it. What if I took it and the results came back way below average?

Is that a terrible day or is that a great day? Do you feel terrible now that you know for sure that most of the world is smarter than you? Or do you feel great that you've been able to make your own way in life despite being a moron? Well, Eddie did okay in school, didn't have much of a social life though,

and Augusta was to blame for that. Little Eddie would come home and tell his mom about some new friend he made and shoot immediately just raise objections. You know, the boy's family had a bad reputation. There were dark rumors about the father's past, that the mom had questionable virtue. You know, Augusta wouldn't have some son of hers

associated with dirt bags like that. How could Eddie behave in such a way? You know, she'd scream at him. You know, was she raising a fool? So Eddie became a bit of a loner. He also got labeled as a bit of a weirdo as well. Classmates would later recall that he was much more a feminine than the other boys, laughed at odd times, kind of a weirdo as well. Classmates would later recall that he was much more a feminine than the other boys laughed at odd times,

kind of in his own little world, of course he was. Creeped girls out with the way he just intently quietly stared at him or stared at them. Now that's strange to me. I thought girls liked to be quietly stared at. So I don't know if I'm right or wrong in that, yes. I tell my son Kyler that if he likes some girls' school, just quietly stare at her.

Don't talk to her, you know, just stare at her. Just very like a lot often. And intensely for long periods of time, if she notices you staring, you know, then smile, and just keep staring. Now when she tells him, you know, or if she tells him to look away, don't look away. It's part of the game, just lick your lips,

like you're a hungry dog and just keep staring. And then later, when she is doing something else, you know, I told Kyler, he should sneak up behind her and just quietly sniff her hair. God, girls love it. If you sneak up behind him and quietly sniff their hair. Don't touch them. Don't touch them.

Just gently sniff their hair and just whisper something fun like, oh, that's nice. Oh, that's so clean and so pure. So clean. so pure. So I guess maybe I'm giving bad advice. I don't know, you know, live and learn. I guess I'm the suck, live and learn.

Anyways, young game, always had a crooked little grin on his face, even when it didn't fit the conversation. I cried easily, couldn't take a joke. When he occasionally teased, like, you know, all kids are at some point or another, he withdrew even further. You know, the teasing just reaffirmed

what sweet mama was telling him. The world was a cruel wicked place. But of wicked people, home life, you know, rough for Eddie, his father was a, you know, getting drunk on a regular basis, separation from the city, just many drank at home now instead of a bar. And while he still let his wife Augusta be in charge at home and verbally abuse him, you know, he'd still periodically, you know, physically beat her in the kits.

When Eddie and Henry were too big to be beaten, then he would just get drunk and yellow. For some shit I seen on the shit cake, the gains were also very, very poor. As I mentioned, when describing planes field earlier, the soil was not the best for farming. No matter how doggily the family worked the land, their hard-scrable farm yielded barely enough food to provide for the family's substance year after year. The fruitless struggle with a soil was a back breaking job, particularly since George could no longer be counted on to do his share of the work. By the time Eddie stopped going to school after the eighth grade, he was cut off from all

social contacts, completely separated from life in town, condemned to an existence of crushing poverty in a remote and desolate region with two highly dysfunctional parents Eddie not emotionally strong to begin with retreated further into a private world of fantasy, which is we will find out soon not good for anyone Further damaging Eddie psyche during his adolescence was his mother Augusta's opinion of women Augusta began to focus her energy More and more as her boys grew older on the wickedness of modern women her energy more and more as her boys grew older on the wickedness of modern women. She wanted to protect her boys, you know, from from newspaper photos and magazine illustrations, she knew that the way they dressed with her short skirts and their powders and their lipsticks, they were tainted fallen creatures.

And the women of Plainfield, she would have managed her sons with the worst of all women. So she'd read to them from a regular, at a, on a regular basis from the book of revelations, always always a fun book of the Bible. You know, and she would just you know, read to them from the from revelations as all super fun moms like to do. She'd read stuff such as chapter 10, verses three and four. And the angel carried me away in the spirit and to a wilderness where I saw a woman sitting on a scarlet beast that was covered with blasphemous names and had seven heads and ten horns. And the woman was dressed in purple and scarlet and adorned with gold and precious stones

and pearls. She held in her hand a golden cup full of abominations and the impurities of her sexual immorality. Good times on the farms of mom, huh? Nothing like a little fire and brimstone. Well, they'll talk about sin, turn a house, you know, into a warm, cozy home. Now, warm, warmed up by the very fires of hell in eternal damnation.

She'd also committed some of Proverbs, chapter five to memory. This is, I guess, one of her favorite things to recite. You know, she'd say this, the lips of a strange woman drop honey and her mouth is smoother than oil, but her latter end is bitter as warm wood, sharp as a two-edged sword. Now therefore my son's harking unto me, and depart not from the words of my mouth,

remove thy way far from her, and come not near the door of her house. For why shouldest thou my son be ravagedaged with a strange woman and embrace the bosom of a stranger? What my son and what oh son of my womb and what oh son of my vows give not thy strength unto women nor thy ways to that which destroyeth kings? Not sure which Bible she used for that, it's not the King James version. That message gets softened up a lot now But it does still say that adulterous is still lead men to death and ruin I Say sounds like a fun way to go out. Sounds sexy. We're all gonna die anyway. Why not have some good times before you go

Hey, Lucifina. I mean be gone Lucifina or something you you and your sexy temptations go and get out here. God this suck damn it Anyways, Augusta Obviously a serious Debbie Downer. So not fun at all. I don't know how you ever learned to date with a mom like that. You know, we're just all women or whores in the harlots. After the proverbs prayer, Augusta would reach down and take each of her sons, you know, by the hand.

She would make them swear to her that they would keep themselves uncontaminated by women. If their lust became too pressing to resist, she would say, even the sin of Onan was preferable to the vileness of phoenixation. Now, there's been a lot of debate over what the sin of Onan is, you know, just in history, but a lot of Protestant Christians have interpreted it as masturbation. So, some have interpreted it as pulling out the old coitus interruptus a contraceptive technique as well in this context seems like mommy Derris is just telling her sons. She would rather have them jerk off even though that is gross to her Then to have them you know, shackling up into filing themselves some local girl again. What a lady What a lady

Telling her filthy pig sons. She'd rather have them disgrace themselves by tugging their little shame cocks And by sticking it to some townhore. Why you say shamecock in these suck. What what a big deal This suck time for Gintu shine. No need for me to take shamecock spotlight. Please could continue Chica Tilo very interested in this tail this this suck sweet bedtime story for Chica Tilo Think about the childhood environment for game, man. You know, again, it does remind me of home, not joking this way. It reminds me of some homeschool kids

that I grew up with around Idaho. They weren't just living in a tiny Idaho town, but they were like alone, just isolated, like in some farm or ranch outside of this tiny little town of 500 people I grew up with, completely socially ostracized. I remember seeing one kid only some like a few times. One was at a sleepover and he was the one kid who of course got picked up by his mom because he couldn't take the horrible things we were talking about, like no joke.

We were talking about something naughty and it just, oh, it just disgusted him that the sin that was happening and he had to be picked up by his mommy and driven home, which of course made all of us hate him forever. Um, yeah, these kids, no internet, no TV, not even a radio. And same thing with the games, man, just, just, you know, they had nothing back then, no internet, no TV, no radio, just, you know, just brother, mom, and dad and a lot of talk about sinning. Sounds like, sounds like hell. Sounds like chew hell on earth.

Uh, it would be hard for any kid to deal with this kind of shit. Henry apparently struggled a bit more against Augustus' teachings than Ed did and on a few occasions during late adolescence. He actually made some attempts to socialize with local girls that were of course doomed by Mama, but he did have a few like, you know, budding potential romances at least. But in the end, his will was no match for his mother's

and finally he just resigned himself to Bachelorshood, a condition that was a very characteristic of Augustus male relations. Several of her brothers never took wives, never dated, and Augustus' two sons would remain forever unattached, bound to no other woman but their mother, for as long as they lived. That is so fucking sad. Between 1914 and 1940, not a lot happened in Edgien's life. He worked on the farm, he stayed at home almost all the time, got lectured a lot on sinfulness, listened to his dad,

yell about this or that, watch his dad get drunk and try to beat his mom, sold enough crops to survive but not thrive. And over 25 years, they didn't ever make enough money to add a single renovation to their home. Paints peeling now, woods looking rough. And then on April Fool's Day, April 1st, excuse me, 1940, Ed pulled a joke on his mom by wearing his brother's face

for a skin mask. Ha, mom, look, it's me and Henry on the same face. Ed will fool's. I'm not really Ed, I'm Henry. Get it? This is his face, I killed him for the joke. No, on April 1st, George Gein, the father died of heart failure caused by his alcoholism.

Nice obituary was written up for him and the local paper and then life went on. It is now 33, Henry is 38, still live at home with Mama, still no plans to ever leave the nest. Deadbeat, drunken dad dies and life is no better. You know, I get living at home to save money in your 30s if the plan is to leave soon, or if you're taking care of like a sick family member,

or if you're sick, you know, and being taken care of by a family member, but if you just never left the nest and you're living, you know, there with like a sibling or siblings who've also never left the nest, that is fucking creepy. That's creepy with a capital F.

Get out. Make your own way. You know, we gotta say, you get one shot down here on earth, and that's how with a capital F get out make your own way Say you get one shot down here on earth and that's how you're gonna use it level with mommy and daddy some weird Manchild Henry and Ed are physically in their thirties, but clearly emotionally around like ten or 11, you know They don't even date they do start heading into town head Ed and Henry pick up the occasional odd job after dad dies Help with some harvesting here help him patch of roof or install a new window there, painting, repairing fences. For a brief time, Ed and Henry opened up a little rub and tug massage parlor.

I never really took off, you know, just kind of typical country stuff. 1942, it is called by Uncle Sam to sign up for World War II, even though he's 36 years old. He travels to Milwaukee 130 miles away. Doesn't pass his physical. He's got a small growth on his left eyelid, which causes eyelid to slightly sag, obscuring his vision just a bit,

and that was enough to make him ineligible to go to war. So he returned home, and the next time he'd venture that far from home would be when he was finally arrested for murder and other crimes. Oh, and I should mention that Ed and Henry never opened a rub and tug massage partner. He was never giving happy endings, never giving hand jobs to freshly massused, uh, massage farm hands.

That's nonsense. But, uh, not actually as creepy as what he would get up to, uh, not even close. And then on May 16th, 1944, Ed may have committed his first murder. That day, he and his brother Henry were battling a little marsh fire on the property just burning some grass. You know, they did it. You get part of the farm in process, a totally normal thing to do. And then after putting out the fire, Ed claims he couldn't find Henry.

And he went into town to gather a search party to come look for his brother. Well, that night Ed leads a local deputy deputy sheriff Frank Engel directly to Henry's body. The body he supposedly couldn't find, you know, the brother he couldn't find, you know, Barry odd. Henry was laying face down over a patch of burn grass, but there was no burn marks on him at all. He also had some unusual bruising on his forehead.

Maybe Ed accidentally killed his brother because he thought Henry was some kind of trespasser. Maybe he couldn't see right. Maybe he, maybe he never, maybe just mistook him, you know. Maybe he never went to an optometrist because he lived in a desolate shithole, but they didn't have proper doctors. If only he had access to today's sponsor. Today's time suck has brought you by simple contacts. You guys know how busy I am doing the suck.

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a little, little suspicious, no one locally thought Ed Capel of murdering his brother at the time, so it really wasn't investigated. You know, sometimes farmers did drop dead, fight and fires. So you know, no proper investigation is done. Officially, the cause of death is listed as this fixation, most likely from smoke. But did Eddie whack him in the head and knock him out, leave him in a place for him to die of the smoke.

You know, did they have some kind of fight, some cane and able type shit? You know, although he still also lived at home, Henry did find Eddie's relationship with their mom to be unnatural, even Henry thought it was odd. You know, and this is, this is the guy who's almost 40 living at home with mama and even he thinks it's weird. How strange relationship is between his brother and mama. So did they argue about sweet Augusta? No one will ever know. Shortly after Henry's death, no doubt brought

on by grief Augusta suffered a stroke and spent some time in a local hospital. Eddie was at her side every day for as many visiting hours as was allowed. She was discharged eventually into his care to care of his mom at home, nursed her back to health. He was actually exhilarated by the chance to prove his worth to mama. By mid 1945, Augusta had regained enough of her health to get around on her own, which wasn't good for her health because it enabled her to get back out into the world and see some more sin in and get so stressed out that she had another stroke and then this one killed her. Do you want to go with Eddie to a neighbor and buy some straw to use his father for feeding

some cattle? And apparently as Eddie would later recount, we just have only his word for this story. When they arrived at the neighbor's home, some dude with the last name of Smith, this guy is beating a puppy to death in front of the house. Seriously, like two death. That's not even one of my outrageous shock value sideroads. Eddie claimed that he and Ma showed up and then there Smith literally beat a puppy with a stick.

And then some woman, leaving with Smith, runs out, starts screaming wildly for him to stop. And this woman was living with Smith, but they weren't married. And Augusta became so distressed, not by the sight of an actual puppy Being beaten to death in front of her She is so distressed by the sight of Carnal sin in front of her represented by the sight of this woman living out of wedlock with her neighbor She called this woman Smith's harlot and she spent the next week Rantin and Raven about hell and damnation

You know Smith and his harlett were earning themselves trip to hell last forever and then she has a stroke and dies. I shit you not. She dies at the hospital at the age of 67 on December 29th, 1945. How fucking crazy is that? You win this on poor little puppy. Being beaten deathless stick and what outrage is you is that the woman begging the man not to kill the puppy

is having sex with that man out of wedlock. Side note, if you beat a puppy to death with a stick, you are the worst. Truly a disgusting human being. Dude is a kid, maybe there's hope for you. Do it as an adult, a puppy? Not sure you're capable of sliding back into the good person human category. Unless, of course, you're stomping cockerspanials to appease Nimrod. Hey, on Nimrod! Nimrod demands what he demands and we are only left to obey his will. Who are we to question Nimrod's cocker spaniel puppy stomping wisdom? Anyway,

Augusta was given an obituary in the Plainfield Sun, a real sad one. Mrs. Augusta Gein died at the Wild Rose Hospital on December 29th of cerebral brain hemorrhage. The body was brought back to Gold Funeral home, where services were held December 31st. Reverend C. H. Weiss officiating. She is survived by her one son, Edward, who lives on the home farm, Southwest of here, and his creepy shit. I added the creepy shit part. Well, guess her must have been a lot happening that week in Plainfield for them to give her such a tiny obituary. You know, they just

didn't have room to write anything else. We know with all the weather stuff and, you know, weather, weather related stuff going on. They had to talk about that week. Picture Ed. Hey, here come my mom didn't get a bigger ride up. Well, Ed, we had a real busy week here in Plainfield. It snowed on Tuesday, supposed to be four inches, but we got closer to five. So that took up a lot of the paper right there. And well, there was an incident at the show and height ranch. Well, the incident, well, you probably didn't hear about it with your grieving and all, but they had a heifer damn near get loose. It almost knocked a fence post out of old Blaine McAllister, his

ranch, his fence post, know uh... almost knocked it out and then we can when he tried to put it back in he got some kind of cramp in his leg and uh... he uh... he thought he had a stroke all of that's there did you have a stroke no he didn't he didn't have a stroke he was just hydrated turned out but he but he could have and and you know that i mean that story alone

took almost both whole pages of our paper. The Bichwerry is painfully short for someone who lived in that tiny area, damn near, whole life for some contrast. Check out George's obituary from a few years before, also, in the Plainfield Sun. George Gein, 66, was born in August 4, 1873, and passed away on April 1, 1940. His mother and father and little sister proceeded him and death. They were gone to town, and he was staying home because of the high water as it was raising in the Mississippi River. The father, mother and sister never returned leaving him and orphaned boy. This

flood occurred in Vernon County a good many years ago. He lived in LaCross until 1914 then going to Plainfield where he has since resided. He has survived by his wife and two sons Henry and Edward. He has suffered by his wife and two sons, Henry, and Edward. He has suffered considerably for the past three years, but his sufferings were eased by his faith in God. He was a good husband and father, and will be missed by all who knew him. A lot of nice things to say about George who couldn't have been that well-liked, right? He was like an angry drunk loner, but compared to Augusta, much more well-liked. Clearly, the old self-righteous battle ax was, you know, not a welcome to member of the

community. So now Eddie Gain, who has spent his entire life under his mother's watchful, judgemental eye is alone, a man-child, a strange mama's boy left utterly by himself and shit starts to get real weird at the old Gain homestead outwardly to the community. Edgain doesn't change much after his mother's death. He's still a bit awkward, still shy, but he's also still willing to help the neighbors put some firewood, bail some hay, fix whatever, you know, anyone's asking him to fix.

He's there to help fix a broken down car. Does a fair amount of babysitting. I was looking back is super creepy. Clearly those locals were letting Eddie babysit their kids. They had no idea at all what he was, you know, what it was really going on within a home. Ed's hygiene did take a noticeable dip after Mama's past and he was never a looker, never a lady's man, but he was at least clean shave in when Mama was alive.

At least didn't stink. Shopkeepers would later state that he stopped shaving regularly and then he smelled like he definitely used a bath after Mama's pass in the local barber James Severns, regarded Eddie with disdain later describing him after his mother's passing as a filthy thing. The few people who stopped by at the farm, noticed things he got even more dilapidated there while Augusta never had money to fix up the place. She at least kept it clean. Now that she was gone, Eddie stopped doing pretty much anything at all to make it look nice. Do you know, just imagine like a like a 12 year old boy just left alone to run a house and imagine what that would look like after a couple of years. He stopped doing pretty much anything at all to make it look good. Stop mowing the lawn, stop farming the land, just stop putting anything away inside the house.

You know, so I put food away equipment, you know, sits out in the yard and rust, but kitchen stinks. equipment, you know, sits out in the yard and rust, fucking kitchen stinks. Eddie supported himself by leasing some of the land of his family to neighboring farmers, doing a little odd job here and there around town and collecting some government assistance. And when harvest time came, he, you know, he'd pick up a little extra work that way as well. And apparently not everyone looked down on him in that regard. Local name to Floyd Reed later would describe him as the most dependable person in the county when it came to doing some farm work that That he was hard working quiet, never cursed,

never spoke out of turn and was well mannered. Other workers though did think he was odd. He was described by others as girlish and squeamish, didn't like hunting, which was atypical for men of the area at that time. Said he didn't like the sight of blood, which is hard to believe considering what he started getting up to at home.

Couldn't stand to see an animal dressed out, which is also hard to believe considering what he'd be doing at home. He was reading a lot up to at home, couldn't stand to see an animal dressed out, which is also hard to believe, considering what he'd be doing at home. He was reading a lot about violence at home, got rid of the true crime magazines after Mama passed. Remember how the Iceman Richard Kukulinski, Time Stock Topic for episode 51, was also one of those crime mags?

Well, not only did Eddie start reading these, he issues the magazines called Inside Crime and Startling Detective. He also started talking a lot about their tales of lust and murder to whoever would listen and it creep people out enough to have them recall this fast nation of his when he could caught, you know, a couple years later. After his mother's passing, Gene began to leave home a bit to socialize for the first time in his life.

He became a regular at Mary Hogan's tavern, a little hole in the wall, beer joint, seven miles down the road and the blink and you will miss the community of Pine Grove. Doesn't even have a Wikipedia page, it's unincorporated. He wasn't interested in the beer, but he was very interested in the middle-aged German lady who ran the place, Mary Hogan. She was a stocky, formidable woman who reminded Ed of his mama.

She was also very different than Augusta, you know. She would have never been caught dead in a bar. She was rumored to have a shady past. She was twice divorced. Rumored to have run a brothel in Chicago years before where she supposedly had mob connections. And then when he's not a Mary's Tavern, Eddie's a home alone, beginning to obsessed

over some very peculiar fantasies. He becomes fascinated with the World War II veteran he's read about who had traveled to Denmark to have a sex reassignment surgery. Eddie fantasized about what he'd look like as a woman. He'd been fantasizing about that since he was a small child, but never was able to indulge those fantasies. He also never even knew exactly what a vagina looked like when mom was around. You know, dude in his 30s has no idea what a vagina looks like. Now he's able to buy essentially some very soft

porn in the form of these pulp crime mags, some of which feature drawings in nude women. He also becomes obsessed with Nazi war crimes. Can't get enough of the tales of torture and death. Lucaphina has begun to take hold of little Eddie. It becomes really obsessed with death, cutting out the obituary section of local papers and saving the cuttings. He reads pulp tales of cannibalism, any kind of murder he can find. He searches the paper for tales of car accidents and for tragedy. He has few visitors and feels increasingly alone

in the world. He starts to become a little mentally unhinged. He starts hearing voices around the farm from time to time. He starts to feel like he's he's been washed here and there. His mind is playing tricks on him. He misses mama terribly. Nothing has seemed totally real since she's passed. And then on December 8th, or 1954, that tavern owner, Mary Hogan, disappears. A local farmer named Seymour Lester walks into the tavern that afternoon is immediately struck by the airy silence. He notices a pool of blood on the floor and rushes off to the closest farm where he calls Vilus Waterman, the sheriff of Pine Grove.

In Vilus in the sheriff of Stevens Point, both arrive and find a spent 32 caliber cartridge on the floor, next to some blood. The patch of the blood has been streaked. As if a body has been dragged through it, a blood trail leads to the parking lot where it stops abruptly as if the body has been dragged to the car and then driven away. The state crime lab in Madison is contacted. They come and dust the tavern crime scene for fingerprints and other clues. An alert is transmitted to Chicago police where Hogan used to live.

Nothing generates any leads and a year goes by with no developments in the case. On December 8th, 1955, the one year anniversary of Mary's disappearance, the front page of the Plainfield Sun reads what happened to Mary Hogan. The paper runs the same headline a year later in 1956 and the 1956 column in the paper reads, after two full years, complete mystery surrounds the disappearance of Mary Hogan, who apparently was shot and dragged from her town of Pine Grove tavern on December 8th, 1954. Nothing, absolutely nothing has come to light. And the question's concerning the whereabouts of Mary Hogan's body

Or is unknown today as they were on that bleak December day when a neighbor stepped into the tavern to find a strangely silent building and a pool of blood splutch on the floor Following disappearance of Mary Hogan a series of crimes took place in the almond area some miles to the east But along the same highway, other crimes were committed at Wild Rose and at Plainfield. Some of these crimes were partly solved by the confessions of a town of an almond man. But in so far as the Mary Hogan case is concerned, it is still complete a complete and deep dark mystery. Speculation is still right about what happened to her and people still talk about Mary Hogan.

Was it something out of her past that caught up with her? Or was it just plain local hoodlums who perpetrated the crime? Was the body of Mary Hogan taken away and cremated somewhere as people surmise? Or does the body of Mary Hogan lie rotting in some lonely town of Pine Grove or some nearby area grave? The authorities don't know. No one knows that is except the murderers themselves. Dun dun dun. What happened to Mary? Well, turns out she wouldn't have to be rotten in the ground anywhere. It was much much more disgusting than that. Some locals Eddie worked for at a farm as a farmhand on Little Lod jobs knew he liked Mary, knew he liked to visit her at the tavern, and a variety of locals would later recall him saying

some creepy shit when they'd ask Eddie about her. He would say she's at the farm right now, and he'd grin his odd crooked little grin. I went and get her and my pickup and took her home. Pretty Balsey, or pretty insane considering he did actually pick her up and take her home. Weird rumors began to circulate about who was Eddie's at Eddie's home around that time as well.

Various local kids who stopped by to visit would later claim that Eddie had some preserved human heads at the house. They assumed they were fake. Some kind of Halloween get up. Some said the heads were shrunken. Others said they were full size and like with Mary's disappearance, when local adults would ask about him,

he'd admit it. He'd say, oh yeah, keep him in the bedroom. You know, just shit like that. But he was just so strange and odd. People just thought he was joking. So the Gain Home began to gather a reputation amongst locals as a haunted house. This is before his capture. And then on November 16th, 1957, another disappearance rocks the local community.

58-year-old Plainfield hardware store owner and widow Bernice Warden disappears. She was last seen as a store that morning by her son, Frank, and then she vanishes. When Frank heard from another local that afternoon that he'd seen Bernice's truck leave town that morning and that she hadn't turned since, but that she'd left the lights on in the store, he was instantly concerned.

And then he checked the store and found a similar scene to the one at Mary Hogan's tavern, right? A pool of blood on the floor, trailer blood, you know, like a body's been dragged through it to the back door where it abruptly stopped after, you know, a few feet outside as if, you know, she'd been wounded and then dragged out to a vehicle and driven away. Again, just like Mary, so Frank called the police and as soon as they arrived, he blamed Ed Gein, saying he's done something to her. And he explained the place that Ed had been creeping out his mom recently, hanging around

the store a lot, asking her to go roller skating with him or to go dance and go watch a movie. You know, the day before, yeah, just weird stuff. When Ed had come by, he'd asked Frank if Frank was going to go hunting today and Frank told him he was. And now he realized that Ed was trying to figure out if Bernice would be alone and he was right. Bernice's last sales transaction was also still laying on the counter and it was a receipt for some Annie Freeze sold to one Ed game.

So local authorities immediately wanna find Ed and question him and he makes her job incredibly easy. He just shows up at the crime scene right after Frank gets there before they even had to take off to find him. Some kid, some child of one of Eddie's neighbors heard about the Bernice appearance, heard there was a bunch of cop cars and town, there's big fuss going on. You know, and he wanted to come in to town and check it out, you know, find out what the, what the uproar was about.

And, and Ed happened to be having dinner at that farm neighbor's house. They were just, you know, doing a kindness for him, letting him have dinner with them. And then when the kid asks, he wants to go into town, Ed offers to drive him in. And when he gets there, he is immediately taken in for questions. And then some other investigators take off to search his house and his property for the body of Bernice. And what they find inside Edgien's home is truly some super scary stuff. Super, super, super. Okay.

If you have kids and let them listen to the show, I love it. I let mine listen to select episodes. And you're letting them listen to this episode, you may want to let them tap out for this segment. This segment is a stuff of nightmares. It is truly horrific and utterly disturbing, even by time-sex standards. Edgene's home was a preposterous house of horrors,

like something out of an over-the-top B-hor movie. In addition to the movie Psycho being based on, slash inspired by the life and crimes of Edgene, the movie the Texas Chainsaw Masker also inspired partly by Geene, particularly the character of a leather face, whereas a mask human skin, character above a low bill and silence of the lambs partially based on Gain. You know that hole, would you fuck me? I'd fuck me.

You know that guy, I wanted to dance in front of the mirror with his winter tucked between his legs, the one who wanted to create a woman's soup at a human skin. One of the investigators, the first walks into the door in that home, they found the only door that was unlocked was the one leading to that summer kitchen. You know, it was dark outside now, and when they pan their flashlights around, they found Bernice's body, but it took him a second to recognize it was her. Her head had been cut off, and her body had been hung upside down and dressed like a deer carcass, right?

Just like fucking skinned. Can you imagine walking in and seeing that shit? These were not hard and Brooklyn detectives. They'd probably seen, you know, the worst they'd probably seen before this was like a car accident. Well, the first detective who saw, you know, what remained a Bernace immediately runs back outside throws up in the snow. And they had just begun to uncover the outlandish horrors of Edgien's home. A crude wooden crossbar had been sharpened to a point at both ends, had been shoved through the tendons of Bernice's ankles or arms have been tied

to her sides. The wooden cross hooked to a ceiling crossbeam and then she would just hung up like that from the ceiling. More investigators arrived and the men began searching the rest of the house by flashlight and caracene lamp. One of the officers first noticed an odd looking soup bowl in the kitchen table and And it was an odd soup bowl. It was a sawed off boiled, clean top of a human skull. Turns out it was one of several skull caps scattered around Gaines House. There was also several other complete skulls in the home.

A pair of human skulls had been stuck on the Eddie's bedposts, noticing an odd looking kitchen chair. One of the detectives realized that the woven, the woven cane seat had been taken out and been replaced with strips of human skin. It was one of four skin chairs to be found in Eddie's house. Detectives also found lampshades, bracelets, a waist basket, the sheath of a hunting knife, and even a tom tom made out of human skin. Fucking tom tom, a human skin drum. Tom made out of human skin. Fucking Tom Tom, a human skin drum.

A portable generator was brought in to light up the place and light up this death house with some flood lights, give it a proper inspection. They find a belt made out of women's nipples. Yep, and a shade pole, fashion out of a pair of a woman's lips, holy fuck. They find a belt made out of human nipples. At one point during the search,

Alan Willemowskisky, a crime lab specialist, picked up an old shoebox and found a sizable collection of female genitalia inside. That was how it was described when I read a sizable collection. There were nine different vulvas. Most fuck, makes me want to throw up even a re- I've already put this together. I already know what's not a throw up even to read. I've already, and I'm already, I put this together. I already know what's coming. I still wanna throw up. They've been, nine different volvas.

Most of them are old dried, shriveled up. Uh, uh, dov'd was silver paint, trimmed with red ribbons. I fuck, Jesus Christ. Seriously, one was fresh. The fresh one, they noticed it been sprinkled with salt. Oh, I'm guessing that person threw up too. Hopefully, did. What have he did?

What have he did and throw up? What have you opened a box of shoebox full of vulvas and you got a boner? That'd be bad, that'd be bad for your mental health. Like, you know, you are fucked up for life. If you open a shoebox to vulvas and immediately hard as a rock. Another box contained four human noses, the old nose box.

Hey, put that nose box on the shelf over there next to the Volvo box. There was a quaker oats box filled with chunks of human scalp. You kept everything. You know, waste not want not, I guess. Probably some advice mom gave him. The nose box was strangely labeled, Bojangles, Good Boy Treats. Oh, no Bojangles. Eatin' noses with Eddie Geen? What the fuck? Bad dog. Bad dog. We can't have our one eyed three-legged pitbull

mascot of the suck. Showin' up at some nasty ass episodes and eatin' some noses. Oh, this is also terribly creepy. Super messed up, uh, messed up to remove a bunch of vulvas from women's bodies. Way creepier to keep them into somewhat organized fashion. You know that he debated what kind of box he should use for the vulvas. Just I was thinking about a cereal box, but it's just too deep. It's too hard to grab a vulva. You have to grab a whole handful just to get one vulva.

That's why I went with with the shoebox officers They should they should rename shoeboxes a vulva boxes. They really are quite perfect for vulva storage Incredibly this keeps getting creepier investigators also found leggings made from actual human leg skin leg skin leggings And they found a torso vest found a fucking vest made out of tan skin from a woman's torso, breasts included, breasts included, cords woven into the skin so you can wear it nice and tight. You know, you can tie it off in your back.

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Yes, there were masks, scary, scary masks. He made masks from the facial skin of nine separate women with her hair still attached to the scalp, some mummified, some tanned and carefully preserved. Some still had lipstick on their mouths. Jesus Christ, and appeared as life-like as backwood skin masks can look. Or of the skin mask had been stuffed with paper and mounted on the wall of Eddie's bedroom like hunting trophies.

I like to listen to the sounds of waves crashing or yoga-type kind of spa music to help me fall asleep. Maybe the steady hum of an air conditioner, you know, the drone of a fan and apparently preferred a couple of skin masks mounted on the wall. And one of these masks, one crumpled up in place in the bag was the facial skin of former tavern, ornor Mary Hogan. Mystery solved. Mary has been found.

She's no longer missing. She was hiding this whole time in a burlap sack at Ed's house. Another mystery was soon solved. What happened to Bernice Warden's head? It was found in a garbage sack on the floor of the summer kitchen, other than being removed from her torso. Her face was undamaged,

except for a 10 penny nail sticking out of each ear, twine wrapped around the nails and tied together above her head, so it could be hung, like a fucking macabre Christmas ornament. All the human remains recovered thus far were contained in either Eddie's bedroom or the kitchen. The rest of the house was actually boarded up.

Investigators were nervous, what they might find, what did Eddie feel was bad enough to hide if you leave in the rest of the shit out in the open, the rest of the house was a maculet. Looks like no one has set foot in there for years. Basically, it looks like, is if, after Mama dies, Eddie just boards up nearly the entire home and just left it as she had left it.

And then set up as little weird death factory in the bedroom and summer kitchen. I fucked up with this guy, you know? Mama wouldn't like the mess left in the kitchen. Mama wouldn't approve of the conage, so I felt proper to remove myself in my twisted ways from the rest of the home. Mama didn't care for most women. I don't think she'd be too terribly upset with me disturbing. Some hollets, hellish slumber, but I do think she would be most upset by the nip by the nip belt.

Especially if her spectral spirit were to ever see her sweet baby boy wearing the nipple belt while also wearing the titty vest while also wearing the skin mask and while also wearing the real leg skin leggings all while sitting in a skin chair masturbating into a skull bowl with one hand rubbing a detached painted vulva with the other hand for luck. Mama always said that idle hands are the devil's workshop and boy was she right. I mean look at my workshop. I've got a shade pulled made out of a woman's lips. I got faces and sacks ahead in the bag. The hardware store lady hung like a deer in the summer kitchen.

Mama, she don't want to see that. Mama don't need to see her baby boy Eddie tucking his penis between his legs. Dancing in the moonlight wearing a tab and winsh his face. Would your mama want to see you wearing a titty vest, sifting through a box of noses? No, I felt it best to reduce my depravity to my bedroom and to the summer kitchen. Dark shit. There's also a rumor made up by me that Edgeneaines nipple belt may have actually been a bojangles color. Soon after the crimes of Gaines went public dark Gaines jokes started being told all across Wisconsin.

Psychologists who studied this phenomenon said it was a healthy coping mechanism. People's way of dealing with pure evil. The pure evil of Gaines crimes. And it's also what we hear, oh, do you hear them time suck? You know what I'm doing right now? No, so hey, I'm not fucked up, I'm psychologically healthy. Uh, here are some of those old jokes that have been written down. Uh, why did they have to keep the heat on in Edgene's house?

So the furniture wouldn't get goosebumps. It's messed up, that is kind of funny to me. Why did Edgene's girlfriends stop going out with him? Because he was such a cut up. Why did, again, I didn't write these. Why did Edgene, or what did Edgene say to the sheriff who arrested him? Ah, have a heart.

Why won't anyone play cards with Edgene? He might come up with a good hand. Why did they let Edgene out of a jail on New Year's Eve? So he could dig up a date. Even darker, someone he could dig up a date. Even darker, someone in Wisconsin came up with the again based parody of Twizzanite before Christmas. We'll ride on out of this super scary stuff segment on this.

Twizzanite before Christmas and all through the shed, all the creatures were stirring, even old-ed. The bodies were hung from the rafters above, while Edgene was searching for another new love. He went to Watomo for a plain field deal, looking for love and also a meal. When what to his hungry eyes should appear, but old Mary Hogan in her new red brazier. Her eyes how they twinkled, ever so gay, and her dimples, oh how Mary were they. Her cheeks were like roses when kissed by the sun, and she let out a scream with his

sight of Ed's gun. Old Ed pulled the trigger and Mary fell dead. He took his old axe and cut off her head. He then took his hacksaw and cut her in two, one half her hamburger, the other for stew. And laying a hand aside of her heel up to the rafters when his next meal. He sprang to his truck to the graveyard he flew, the hours were short and much work must he do. He looked for the grave where the fatus one laid and started indigging with shovel in

spade. He shoveled and shoveled and shoveled some more till finally he reached the old coffin door. He took out a crowbar and pry'd open the box, he was not only clever but sly as a fox. As he picked up the body and cut off her head, he could tell why the smell that the old girl was dead. He filled in the grave by the moonlight above and once more old Ed had found a new love. He'd let out a yell as he drove out of sight? If I don't get caught, I'll be back tomorrow nights. Wow, that takes us out of the super scary stuff.

Slips, slaps, thwack. Slips, slaps, slaps, slaps, slaps, slaps, slaps. So Wisconsin had a few dark laughs, thanks to game. Unless you lived in Plainfield itself, then it wasn't so funny. Plain's able to become the laughing stock of Wisconsin, the reaction there to his crimes was basically sadness and anger. Of course it was. He had been wearing their relatives.

Of course they're a little bit upset. Literally wearing their aunts, sisters, mothers. For a long time, the community experienced a sense of collective shock. And then people did their best not to talk about it. You know, always funny as long as it doesn't happen to you. Isn't that the way comedy works for many of us? Everyone can take a joke until it hits on something that emotionally triggers them. It gets personal and suddenly it's real serious.

Anyway, time to check back in on the star of the show at E.G. Where is the planes field fiend during all of this? Actually, really quick, before we back to the dates, the song seemed to indicate that he was a cannibal. There actually is no proof of cannibalism. He never confessed that. There was no evidence. Actually, ever eighties people, he just seemed to have wanted the skin.

And we'll talk about later, no sexual interest, even apparently. Okay, November 16th, 1937, no back there. Following his arrest, Eddie is taking to the bustling town of Watoma, just over, you know, 2000 people in the self-described. Christmas capital of the world, locked in the county jailhouse, trio of guards watch over him. And then at 2.30 a.m., Sheriff Art Shealey arrives

and is so disturbed by what he'd seen previously at the Gain Farmhouse and is so angry that Gain has not already confessed to the murder of Bernice Warden that he grabs gain and starts slamming him into the walls of the cell demanding that he confessed. Uh, gain will not and then he reportedly assaults gain further by banging his head and facing to a brick wall doing enough damage that when gain does finally confess his initial confession is ruled as inadmissible. Sheriff Shelly was so traumatized by Gaines' crimes

when he died of heart failure at the age of 43, just six years later, a friend would say that Gaines had killed him just as sure as he had killed Bernice. Well, Gaines does finally confess to the murders of both Bernice Warden and Mary Hogan, and as much as Ed Gaines, as much as he could or would confess.

He remembered dragging bodies to the truck and holding a gun, but not really pulling the trigger. You know, it's kind of one of those kind of confessions and it would not actually land him in prison. On November 21, 1957, again, is a reign to one count of first degree murder in Washera County Court for some strange a budgetary reasoning. They decided against pursuing a pair of murder charges. And they did not pursue a charge of murder charges and they did not pursue a charge of murder with Mary Hogan the tavern keeper and and gain pleads not guilty by reason of insanity.

He been diagnosed with schizophrenia pleaded not guilty to the murder of Bernice Warden on the grounds of insanity in the court of Greece. Of course he did he was clearly that shit fucking crazy unfit to stand trial he was sent to a mental hospital for the criminal insane, where he would spend the next 11 years. And during a investigation after Geen confessed to the killings, he basically answered any and all questions about what went on in his house of horse. He ended up telling authorities that for a five year period beginning in 1947, he made

as many as 40 visits to local cemeteries. Most of his initial visits were used to build up the courage to commit the eventual grave robbing. Then on later occasions, he felt compelled to dig up a body and take it home. He only took home newly freshly, I guess, dead women middle aged or older, whose obituaries he'd read about in local papers. He'd actually known some of these women while they were alive. He also confessed to wearing the skin masks, to wearing the torso skin suit, to wearing the leggings made from actual leg skin This is this is the scariest part of the episode to me the clearest part. Once he had all that on He would also strap on one of those preserved volvus over his penis

And then on warm nights out under the moonlight you just walk around the farm in his skin suit Pretending to be a lady. Holy shit, what a picture that paints, especially when you look at photos of this guy, this middle-aged country bumpkin looking mother fucker, he looked more like Elmer Fud than a drag queen. And just walking around the farm in a skin suit. Imagine if you're some local kid,

it's not out of the house, and you ended up running across that. God, you would never sneak out again. You'd never be the same again. That would traumatize you. So how did it get to that point? How did Gene go, you know, become a monster? You know, you don't wake up, you know,

fairly mentally healthy one morning and then strap on a homemade skin suit, put a Volvo over your dick before you go to bed that night. That's a progression to get there. Well, Gene would later confess that he spent a long time brooding after his mother's death in 1945. You know, old fire and brimstones passing really bound him out.

You know, who, who was going to make him fearful of the world now? Who was going to tell him that he's going to go to hell? Who was going to warn him about Harlett's sin tunnels? Well then a strange compulsion emerges in him to visit local cemeteries. And then after, you know, a first, you know, couple exploratory trips initially begins digging into fresh grapes. You know, he'd been wondering if it was possible to become a woman since before his mother died. And now he kind of wondered if he could basically

change his sex himself. You know, maybe he can't get to Denmark over for that surgery, but could he, you know, could he, could he do it to himself? For a while, he actually toyed with the idea of performing gender reassignment, excuse me, surgery to himself. For a while, he actually toyed with the idea of performing gender reassignment, excuse me, surgery upon himself. Yeah. He was almost insane enough to cut off his own dick and try to like glue on a vagina or some nonsense. Well, once he abandoned the idea of surgery,

the strange fascination was creating a weird sort of woman suit emerges. If he couldn't become a woman, he at least dress himself up in the skin, and genitalia of woman right because you know That's not the scariest fucking thing ever or anything But the old skin he was taking out a freshly buried corpses, you know, just wasn't good enough But he needed fresh her skin and this is how he came to kill Mary Hogan the tavern owner She physically resembled his mom. It would be perfect He'd create a fresh skin and genitalia suit and you know, and you just become his mom Ta-da You know, this was actually a plan of his not sure he thought ofitalia suit and you know, and you just become his mom Ta-da

You know, this was actually a plan of his not sure he thought of it and exactly that you know these terms But it's what he did try to do this fast nasal his mom is what makes it all that much you know weirder You know, he didn't try to just become any old woman. He wasn't transgender He wanted to become his mother. He wanted to become one woman Like you know, he wanted to transphysically transform into her He was a very sick man his crimes. We're not sexual They were somehow even more perverse though, you know And this need to become his mother is why one day snuck up on Mary Hogan when no one else was at the tavern And he just shot her in the back of the head with 32 caliber Mauser and several years later

He killed Bernie's warden for the same reason, you know, in much the same fashion She reminded him of his mom, and he wanted her skin. You know, no big whoops, you know? He just wanted to turn the hardware store lady into a mommy skin suit. I'm sure she'd understand if she could. The trial of Edgene became national news, of course it did, especially back in the 1950s, when gory details,

we're not part of our kind of everyday internet-based lives. You didn't have time, suck, lesbidil. People were morbidly fascinated with the highly unusual details of this case. There had never been another criminal quite like him, at least not in US history. He made a fucking skin suit. He had a nipple belt. He dug out the bodies of women, killed women, looked like his mom.

Geens crimes made the cover of Life magazine, House of Horror, Stunned Nation. The case also received national coverage in magazines like Time magazine, Psychiatrist and Criminal Psychology, especially fascinated. You know, one referred to him as one of the most dramatic human beings ever to confront society. He was the strangest manifestation of the Etappist complex they'd ever heard of. They believed him to have a highly unique combination of violent hatred towards his mother and also God-like worship of her.

Necrofilia was even tossed out, even though there's no evidence that Gain ever committed any sexual acts on his victims or on the bodies or body parts took from graves. He didn't admit to have sex with corpses in any way. Said the smell, repulsed him. You know, he was, he wasn't a pervert, he was a ghoul. Gid was given a thorough psyche valve. His IQ was determined to be 99, so, you know, low average.

He possessed a strong strong feminine identification, bizarre religious beliefs, a tendency to project the blame for evil and some other person, uh, strikingly immature level of sexuality characterized by strong feelings of guilt. He was a very suggestible person who appears emotionally dull beneath that lies aggressiveness that may be expressed by inappropriate reactions that are followed by remorse and mild manneredness. He is an immature person who withdraws and finds forming relationships with others difficult. He has rather rigid moral concepts which he expects others to follow. Uh, yeah, he also tried to blame his neighbors for his crimes, adamantly stating that if

they just would have visited more, he would have let it normal life. Yet no, no, no, he wouldn't. You know, he said he would have married if only the morality of plain field women wasn't so terribly low. I mean, mama really twisted his screws, didn't she? He claimed his two victims had terribly low morality. Mary Hogan had a filthy mouth and may have been involved in immoral business dealings in Chicago.

Mrs. Warden was a home wrecker and her husband's ex-wife killed herself when he left her for Bernice. You know, mother despised these type of women and he felt his mom would have thought they got some justice Would have approved on some level of him killing him, you know, or them, you know, they deserved it I love how many people rationalized like like lunatics rationalized stuff, you know, I mean she had a pot of mouth So how could I not turn her into a skin suit? She she brought it on herself. He also denied sexual attraction to either victim, denied ever having a sexual experience in his life, other than occasional masturbation. Although Ed would deny himself, he would weep when speaking of his mother because he loved her so much. Psychiatrist felt that when he killed Mary and Bernice, he was also

killing his mother. And that's what he would deny. He would deny that he was trying to kill his mom. He denied any feelings of eggs towards her. You know, but apparently, you know, a part of him despised and hated her, according to the psychologist, the psychiatrist. She had tormented him and ruined his life, you know, and it was just that part of him. He was just unwilling or unable to face.

And then in 1968, Gene was somehow declared fit to stay in trial. Some doctors determined that he had mentally recovered enough to take responsibility for his crimes. He was mentally able to confer with counsel and participate in his defense. So a trial began on November 7th, 1968, and just lasted for a week.

A psychiatrist testified that Geen had told him that he did not know whether the killing of Bernie's Warden was intentional or accidental. Geen had told him that while he examined a gun in Warden's store, the gun went off, killing Warden. Oh, whoops, oh, did I do that? Gain testified that after trying to load a bullet into the rifle, it discharged.

You know, he was just randomly putting a bullet in there. You know, it looked like a good place to get his gun ready for some hunting, the middle of a tower. He said he had not aimed the rifle at Warden. No, of course not. It was an all in accident accident and did not remember anything else that happened that morning. You know, I'm not particularly sure I aimed it upon her. I may have, I may have just been showing her my gun because I thought it was a mighty fine rifle. She probably asked to

look inside the barrel to examine it. I cannot quite recall. She may have said, oh, Ed, the safety zone, silly. Just pointed at me and pulled the trigger for a nice laugh for the both of us. I cannot quite recall. Gaines trial tells us that a jury judge Robert H. Gomar presided and Gaines was found guilty by Gomar on November 14th, guilty of murder. However, a second trial dealt with Gaines sanity and antrotestim guilty by Gollmar on November 14th guilty of murder. However, a second trial dealt with Gain's sanity and after testimony by doctors for the prosecution and defense, Gollmar

ruled Gain not guilty by reason of insanity and ordered him committed to Central State Hospital for the criminal insane. So essentially the whole trial was a huge fucking waste of everyone's trick time, like too many trials seem to be. Interestingly note, regarding the insanity ruling, one psychiatrist said that if anyone was ever crazy, it was Gain. Agreed, agreed. The people of Plainfield, however, were outraged. They felt like he was faking it, man.

He went to school with them, he'd watched their kids, he'd worked with them on their farms. They felt like he was the only crazy when he wanted to be crazy. They also had a cumulative total of zero mental health degrees amongst them. Say they're not, and I think not, gain spent the rest of his life in a mental health facility. And he appeared to be really, really happy there, actually, for the most part. You got three square meals, there were people to talk to.

What a sad commentary on your former life when after being committed to a mental institution. Do the happiest you've ever been. He was a content, docile patient who never needed to be tranquilized, never wanted to leave. Not for many years at least 1974. He did start to get some cabin fever and petition to be re-evaluated to see if he could be discharged back into society. He was re-evaluated and still deemed a threat. His psychosis believed to be simmering right under the surface and able to be activated

under the right conditions. And then under July 26th, 1984, Edgene died of lung cancer at the Mendota, mental health institute, and Madison was constant. He was 77, and that takes us out of this time's timeline. Good job, soldier. You've made it back. Barely. Ed Gain, man, the ghoul, the fiend, the butcher of Plainfield, what a tremendously disturbed individual.

I get why he won the bonus vote. There was something darkly fascinated about a man and not only actually attempts to make a human skin suit, but does make one and wears it. And then you throw in the strange mother relationship, the isolation, the grave robbing, the chairs made out of skin. I mean, what a strange monster. Curious what the internet thinks of gain?

Let's find out in today's idiots of the internet. [♪ Music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing It is an ad game through that. It's an ad game through that. Under a video of an Edgene documentary called Edgene, the real leather face, leather face, excuse me, user John Doe gets straight into posting, idiot gold. It's gold in this thread, it's gold, great big nuggets, idiot gold. John Doe posts, Edgene is a living legend. And to make it better, this is an edited post dude

He died in eight nineteen eighty four long before YouTube was a thing How do you not understand that you have to be alive to be a living legend? I mean I would get a few posted he was a living legend a legend in his own time like that might work And you edited this you had a chance to change it to he is a legend But nope, huh? It's gonna go with yep. he is a living legend. Okay. Uh, user dirty blonde post, he wasn't a bad man. He was just misunderstood. Uh, no, no, I think he was pretty bad. I think murdering definitely falls into the bad category. Uh, the thinking that, you know, Mrs. Gordon got what was coming to her because she was an immoral lady,

definitely falls into the bad category. A user Sharon Morin goes full captain obvious. I love this with her post. It's a horrible thing to kill and hurt people. Oh, incredible. A stewed observation Sharon. Way to knock that out of the park. A lot of ambivalence about whether or not he was a good dude before you chimed in or you showed up at the party.

You're right. It is horrible to kill and hurt people sharing. Thanks for clearing that up, genius. A user-loo goes full-miscited social justice warrior, posting, Yet people don't realize that the hunters, animal killers, butchers, and animal abusers have a lot in common. People work at dairy farms, slaughterhouses, and leather farms do more or less similar things to those poor, defenseless animals. First off, Lou, shut the fuck up.

Second, that felt good to say that first thing. Third, people do realize it is the same as far as wearing a leather jacket or leather shoes go. I guess that's comfortable to wear on your skin. But Lou, do you ever think about why we do that? It has historical reasons. Ancient tribes and ancient peoples either wore animal skin or fucking froze to death. And this tradition carried forward into modern fashion.

And wearing cow leather is a far cry from wearing human skin you moron. Humans have not historically needed to eat other humans. We're on the same level of the food pyramid on the food chain. Right? You know, food chain, not food pyramid. Cattle, for example, or Bernithus, you know, and if you're some bleedin' heart

that does think animals should never be slaughtered for food, what the fuck do you think happens to them if they're never hunted? This is the argument I always use. Do you think that just bunnies and deer and cows, just play hopscotch and shit and drink milkshakes and cuddle up together in some Disney version of the woods? No, they just die.

They still fucking die. Usually of disease, starvation, being eaten by some predator that gives the prey a death that is far more drawn out and painful than a hunter's bullet. Or a slaughterhouses, whatever the hell they use to kill animals. But I love animals, love my two dogs, and I do have two now, that little sister for Penny now, Ginger, Ginger Bell. She's probably gonna get a horrible nickname soon,

like Penny Poopers, she's a cure. I have a feeling that she's a bad seed, she's cute but naughty, she's got a little loose of feeling in her. But anyways, I love them, I love them, but I don't let that love corrode my brain and to think that animals should live, you know, and unnatural lives,

or could live unnatural lives out in nature. Death is just part of the circle of life. So I always get so annoyed when people like, well, think about what they do to animals, when hunters, what they do to animals. Yeah, what they do is fucking not as bad as what nature does to them. And I will end on something I don't think is idiotic at all, just including it because I think it's funny. User Mike Mendillo, he asks, an artist at heart, I wonder what a genuine

handcrafted nipple belt would run for nowadays. That is so funny to me. As gross as that is, you know that people would pay a lot of money for human nipple belts. I'm gonna say, I'm gonna answer Mike's questions here, or his question. I'm gonna say 25,000 plus. I'm gonna say not a lot of bitters for a human nipple belt, not like a tremendous amount, but you're gonna get a couple of very serious bitters.

Uh, now think about this though. What if you had a nipple belt made from the nipples of other serial killers? Hmm. Now we're talking six figures if not probably seven. You get a belt made with a nipples, a dumber, gase, other, whoo buddy. That's some serious nipple belt cash. You're gonna be pulling in. That's the mother of all nipple belts right there. Or what if maybe you could even make more money if you could have a nipple belt made of the C-sex nipples nipples?

Like what if you have a belt made out of like Marilyn Monroe, Betty Page, Annan Nicole Smith, Jane Mansfield, nipples? Okay, I'm gonna stop now because I'm starting to creep myself out with all my nipple belt talk. Edgene has gotten really into my head. Let's get the hell out of here.

It is an adventure match. So that's Eddie. That's Eddie, not really a serial killer, I guess. You know, according to the FBI profilers, a true serial killer is someone who commits at least three murders over more than a month with an emotional cooling off period in between the STFBI's definition. And Ed killed, I think just two people.

Some people think he killed more. There were a couple of the people who weren't missing between the time his mom died and he was apprehended. You know, those crimes were alluded to in that, in that newspaper article earlier, but none of them looked like his mom and none of them really fit kind of the mo uh... what a twisted twisted dude that was strange you know place the human mind is able to go to uh... got a say get gain disgust me but doesn't inspire hatred uh... the way a serial killer like say ten bundy does with me

like you know bundy wanted to inflict so much pain on his victims so much suffering it was so aggressive so manipulative so just uh... monstrous and sadistic that way, so evil that way. Gain just comes across as sad and confused to me. Like, he just was a weird mama's boy who wanted to turn into his mom and he needed some lady's skin to pull that off.

I think a killer like Bundy would have looked down on Gain, would have possibly just been disgusted by him. His fucked up as Chikotilla was, at least his motor was a little easier to wrap your head around, you know, it was sexual. He got sexual satisfaction through violence. Super fucked up, but anyone who's had a sexual urge of any kind, you know, hopefully all of us can understand the need to satisfy it.

You know, you're horny and you want to climax. And fortunately, you know, Chiquitillo was a monster and, you know, climaxed in the worst of ways. But game was a different type of creep entirely. He didn't seem like he got any sexual satisfaction from killing. He didn't even really want to kill you. He just, he wanted your skin. He wanted your nose.

He wanted your nipples and your vulva, you know, that's all. And that's really all there is to it. So let's take a few looks back where we get out of here with some top five takeaways. Time, shock, tough, five takeaways. Number one, Ed Geen killed two people, but the parts of many others were found in his home due to continual grave robbing in the final years before he was apprehended. Number two, Geen killed both of his victims because they physically resembled his mother. The woman who dominated him so thoroughly he never left home until authorities took him to jail

and never even had a girlfriend. Maybe the only infamous killer to both live a long life and also die a virgin. Number 3. Dude made a vest out of women's torso. Made a vest out of woman's, complete with breasts, still attached, tanned like it was an animal mount. Right? Ward around the farm at night while also wearing a vulva and leggings made out of leg skin and also a human face mask, a real life leather face without the chainsaw.

Number 4. Geen turned some of his home into a nightmare factory after his mother Augusta died, but only a few rooms. His mother had such a powerful hold over him, that even in death, that he cordoned off most of the house to leave it as she had left it, and to separate his sick obsession with the memories of sweet Pierre Mama. Number five, new info. On March 20, 1958,

while Geen was, you know, in detention while he was in jail, his house burned to the ground. Arston was suspected. The belief is that some local residents did it, and I bet you they did, to prevent the home from turning into some kind of morbid curiosity museum. Good for them. Protect the town from further embarrassment. Between the murderous rivalry and Ed Geen, Plainfield didn't need to be reminded of any local darkness when Geen learned of the incident he shrugged and said Oh dang. I was hoping to get out and retrieve the many other nipple belts and titty vests. I still have hidden inside No, no, he didn't say that. He actually only said just as well

Edgene sucked we're to suck so far for me man that guy was creepy Top five takeaways. Ed Geens sucked. Weird to suck so far for me. Man, that guy was creepy. I'm gonna be haunted by the mental image of him walking around the farm alone in the middle of the night wearing that whole suit of his, all that get up, coming home and relaxing in his skin chair, sitting alone in a room of skulls and boxes of parts, haunting. But now it's over.

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We suck on David Kuresh and the Waco siege on the branch to video compound. Cult, cult, cult, David Kuresh, the mullet, wherein, having leaderavin, leader of the branched Davidian cult, Kress joined a spiritual group that was based on the Mount Carmel Center outside Waco, Texas. He's based there, where the group took the name Branch Davidians. Once a member of the group, he competed for dominance with another leader named George Rodin until Rodin was jailed for murdering another rival for leadership. Man, rivals killing each other to become leaders of a cult. Huh? I'm in. Kuresh led his cult in a 51 day defense of an armed FBI siege against his wake-o compound. Over 80 cult members would die between a fire and a gunfight with

ATF that also took the lives of four federal agents excited to dig into that shit for sure. of four federal agents excited to dig into that shit for sure. And now it is time for some time, sucker updates. Updates, get your time, sucker updates. Checking these updates off with some humor and some inspiration, little inspiring update from Colby Ray of Fantastic Sucker. It was a subject line of master sucker, witness of Nimrod's radiant

taint and father of the tiny monk who professes the apocalypse of dwarf logs and ants like the standup reference. And Colby says, good evening, motherfucker. I mean, master sucker, wait, master, fucker. I am, but a lowly intern to our reptilian overlords, the space lizard and avid listener of time suck. I am also a marine and correctional officer, left for the core immediately after high school

and thus have never truly seen myself go into college. I chose careers not only by a sense of duty, but somewhat subconsciously, on the fact that promotion is due to merit and time served in many cases as opposed to education. I almost pride myself in saying ignorant shit like college is just a piece of paper, and I know all I need to, hard work is the real key to success. If you ever hear that, know that college is just a piece of paper and I know all I need to hard

work is the real key to success. If you ever hear that, know that it is from a moron like myself trying to convince themselves that their own stupidity is permissible. Then I heard the pizza gate episode where you tore fuck faces like myself, a new asshole, and I realized how idiotic I was being. In your comedic wisdom, you forced me to look into a mirror and I saw the dunce hat that most people have noticed up to now. The most people must have noticed up to now. It was exactly three feet tall and six inches wide at the base. The exact dimensions of both jangles red rocket in case you're curious.

I have finally decided to attend my local college and start being part of the solution to these countries to sent into idiocracy instead of a contributor. Thanks for all the laughs, stories, and a rekindling of my curiosity that will hope to propel me into greater future success. May you suck hard and deep on the big dick of knowledge. Hail Nimrod. Superfan, Kobe Ray. Yeah, I said, Ray up top.

Kobe Ray, Kobe Ray. Well, wow, thank you, Kobe. And a huge thank you for your time, serve man. That is, you are really inspiring to me, man. You inspire me. I'll have you know that I'm thinking about going back to school myself at some point, and I don't need to for work, but I just enjoy the process of learning stuff.

You know, I don't have time for it at the moment, to try to get all these podcasts shit going, and stand up to her, and family life, you know, all organized. But there is an online history master's I have my eye on. The more research I do, the more I realize, you know, how little I know. I joke about my pronunciation all the time in the show, but it comes from probably the same good enough place you're talking about.

You know, I didn't have a chance to take Latin and stuff like that in grade school and high school. And then in college, you know, I don't see just kind of focus more on getting a good grade than actually learning if that makes sense, you know. Do what it takes to get to A and then forget about it and get drunk. That was my M.O. for four years. Now at 40, I get the real importance of knowledge. You know, it's the only chance a little guy or a little gal has against, you know, kind

of not getting squashed by the powers it be. You know, get educated. They are. Everyone included myself made fun of things that George W. Bush said when he was president, but that motherfucker went to Yale. He is not a dummy. People are constantly saying Trump's an idiot. No, he's not.

Dude studied real estate at the Wharton School of the University of Pennsylvania, Ivy League. Obama got a bachelor's from Columbia and then went to Harvard Law School, not a dummy either. And look, man, you can be very intelligent and immense. He's successful without ever setting foot in a college classroom. I get it. I truly don't think it's necessary or something that everyone needs to do, but I do think education increases the odds

that you will be more successful in life in general and just a better person. I don't use my college degree. I sure as shit didn't need a bachelor's in psychology from Gonzaga to get him to stand up and podcasting, but the work ethic I picked up regarding cranking out research papers has for sure helped me here. I wouldn't be able to do time suck without that skill set.

And when I showed up to Gonzaga, I was super close minded about a lot of stuff. Definitely opened my eyes, you notice a lot of other viewpoints. You willing to rethink my beliefs. So kudos to you, Colby Ray. Hope you have a great time. Learn a ton of shit and just kill it in life in general.

Hail, Nimrod brother. All right, numerous time suckers rode in over the past week with a slender man update. Wonderful suckers such as Helen Ecclar, who I met in New York City this past Sunday night, who was fantastic. Helena writes, Elon Musk has finally sent Starman in his own Tesla roadster headed to Mars and beyond. So that's awesome. Rest, referring to an old time suck episode that the Mars exploration is, you know, is going along in a further stage. And the last slender man Defina has been sentenced to 40 years in a mental hospital.

What will be next for 2018? Definitive proof that the lizard illuminati abandoned Hillary and used all the resources to get Trump elected and returned for the country's monotomic gold rights? Maybe we shall see in a future episode of Time Suck. Well back to stomping cockerspanials in praise of Nimrod. Brilliant update, Helena. So many fantastic insight references back into one wonderful paragraph, you beautiful space. Yes, on February 1st, Morgan Geiser 15 was ordered to spend 40 years in a mental institution, instead of serving, instead of serving jail time. Man, so much was constant

talk. So much was constant suck going on right now. 40 years. Now, Geyser was diagnosed with schizophrenia a few months after the attack, you know, just like Gain had schizophrenia. Wow, my 40 years, I was really torn when I first read about this. I mean, she did stab a little girl and leave her for dead, but she's also mentally ill and the time of her offense was only 12 years old and immature 12 year old at that. You know, what if in 10 years they find a definitive cure for schizophrenia? Some new drug or procedure that treats it far more effectively than anything before? Should she still have to stay there for 40 years? You know, I was thinking, God, man, there's a closet or a sense where she doesn't,

you know, bothers me that serial rapists and actual murderers get lighter sentences than this all the time. She was the first time offender, but then I did a little further suck and did some further research and there is a clause. She can actually be able to apply for supervised release after only three more years. And if she's released early, she'll remain under state supervision until she's 37. So I gotta say what she did was horrific,

but that seems fair. You know, she committed a terrible crime. She's been punished with three years of imprisonment already and she has between three and 40 years of confinement yet to go. All right, time sucker Megan, not sure she wants her obviously last Polish name revealed, sent to me a hilarious message at both jangles at times like podcast.com their day. Check this nonsense out. Megan wrote, I figured you would get a kick out of this. I just jokingly ask my husband if we could roleplay after watching a Valentine's episode of Modern Family.

You know what he said? Can I be under a Chico Tilo? Thanks for traumatizing my sexy time, curse you, Lucifina, keep on sucking. Well, Megan, I did get a kick out of that for sure. That is hilarious and creepy. I hope that after today's episode, your man doesn't want to roleplay his edgene

and wear your body as a lady suit. If you suddenly go missing, I have your full name and email address and I will not hesitate to notify authorities. Have fun, stay safe, don't become a skin suit and hail Nimra. Okay, last one. Quick IRA update from Space Lizard, Errorist and Bowers. Suck Master Flexius Maximus, I just wrapped up your IRA episode and wanted to recommend a movie for you.

It's called 71, isn't like the year 71. And not many people I know have seen it. It's very relevant to the topic of this week. Also a very good movie, 95% Rotten Tomatoes approval. In fact, it's one of the most memorable movies I've seen in the last three years. Remember the movie Behind Enemy Lines with Owen Wilson, similar to that, only it's bell fast during 1971 versus Serbia in the mid 90s. I signed up and happy to say I'm proud. I'm I'm a proud space lizard and planning on coming to your show at the punchline in Atlanta on April 9th. Oh, yes. Thanks for all your hard work and providing education on funny entertainment each and every week. Thanks again, Harrison Bowers, PS, Rotten Tomato, links to movie.

And I'm gonna put those, those links will be in the, on the podcast, on the website, where you can get the PDF down out of the show notes. The link should be active there. If you guys wanna check out the trailer, or you can just search it. Well, thanks, Erisson. I'm including your link, yeah, like I just said.

And I, I did never watch behind enemy lines with Owen Wilson and Gene Hackman actually. I need to see both movies now. So I need to see 71. And I hope we get some time to do so. That IRA episode was a tough one to do. So complicated. And again, shitty Irish accent.

Sorry to all of those of you that suffer through that. I kind of stayed away from his constant out of, I needed a week off of trying to do new accents. Maybe, maybe it was good for me. Maybe I needed to eat some humble pie this week. And thank you everyone for all of the updates. You, time suckers and spacelers are the damn best. Thanks time suckers.

I need a net. We all did. So that's all for today, time suckers. Enjoy your weekend. Hope you enjoyed the bonus suck. Please do not dig up any bodies or kill anyone so you can try to turn their corpses into human skin suits. It's very rude and super legal and the creepiest most disgusting shit I've maybe ever heard

of. Hail Nimrod, pray sweet babybojangles, glory be to Michael Mothafucka McDonald, sweet James Meet James Jimmy Ingram and keep on sucking.