Timesuck with Dan Cummins - BONUS 21 - Jack the Ripper!

Episode Date: May 11, 2018

From August seventh to September tenth, 1888, a crazed killer who came to be known as "Jack the Ripper” terrorized the Whitechapel district of London's impoverished East End. This extremely violent sadist brutally killed at least five prostitutes, mutilating their bodies in a highly unusual manner. And today we Suck into the details of his crimes, who he could’ve been, who his victims were, and how absolutely terrible life was for the economically enslaved inhabitants of the East End of London at the close of the 19th century in today’s, across the pond, bloody, brutal, and British edition of Timesuck. Want the A Mediocre Time with Tom and Dan's kick-ass documentary? CLICK HERE! 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 Want to check out Timesucker Adam Theroux's charity? Head HERE! Need to learn more about Jack the Ripper? Head HERE! Suck Dungeon Mailing Address: PO Box 3891 Couer d’Alene, ID 83816 Please rate and subscribe on iTunes and elsewhere and follow the suck on social media!! @timesuckpodcast on IG, @timesuckpodcast on Twitter, and www.facebook.com/timesuckpodcast Wanna be a Space Lizard"? We're over 2,300 strong! Go here: https://www.patreon.com/timesuckpodcast Sign up through Patreon and for $5 a month you get to listen to the Secret Suck, which will drop Thursdays at Noon, PST. You'll also get 20% off of all regular Timesuck merch PLUS access to exclusive Space Lizard merch. You get to vote on two Monday topics each month via the app. And you get the download link for my new comedy album, Feel the Heat. Check the Patreon posts to find out how to download the new album and take advantage of other benefits. And, thank you for supporting the show by doing your Amazon shopping after clicking on my Amazon link at www.timesuckpodcast.com

From August 7th to September 10th, 1888, a crazed killer who came to be known as Jack the Ripper terrorized the White Chapel District of London's impoverished East End. This extremely violent sadist brutally killed at least five prostitutes mutilating their bodies in a highly unusual manner, indicating that the killer had at least a working knowledge of human anatomy. me. Whoever this jack thripper was, will possibly, or probably never know. He was never captured. If he was even a he, statistically and practically, based on the way he killed his victims, based on the suspects, highly likely a he. And he remains 130 years after his crimes, one of England's and one of the world's most infamous criminals. And today, we suck into the details of his crimes, who he could have been, who his victims were, and how absolutely fucking terrible life was for the economically enslaved inhabitants of the East End of London at the close of the 19th century.

And today's, across the pond, bloody, brutal and British edition of Time Suckers! I hope you want your sweet ear vaginas to be penetrated right now by the master's sucker, the suck master, the fourth leg of Bojangles, because that's what's happening. I'm Dan Comments and you are listening to Time Suck. Welcome to the cult of the curious, hail Nimrod, big on Lucifina, not Hail Ne today. You know I'm always torn in you, Lucifina, so conflicted. How not are you? Not able to record the two on the Suck dungeon due to touring,

recording this in the Sacramento, California resident, and so it sounds a bit different. And I forgot to bring a piece, one piece of my equipment. Not the most important part, but one piece that was supposed to help with some volume boostin. But you know what, Reverend Dr. Josh Krell, he has assured me he has some new magic tools in his wizard fucking suite of audio mastery and he's gonna make it sound, he's gonna make it sound

majestic. Uh, it's early in the morning, the people staying in the room above me, hopefully they're left for the day or checked out, or they're about to have a terrible start to their day, possibly if they can hear me. Hopefully they can't hear me clearly, or they're about to have a terrible start to their day, possibly, if they can hear me. Hopefully they can't hear me clearly, if they do, get some, they're going to be double check in the lock on their door, with all the murder I'll be talking about. I want to start off by sharing some cool, Tom and Dan news. Those lovable sons of bitches, those podcast Godfathers, those podfathers from Florida, those

kickass or land-based audio magicians who encourage me to launch time suck, make an app, start the whole space litter subscription level thing. The guys who put me in touch with my merge manager, Eric Radiker, with the danger brain, kickass design team, those podcast visionaries from a mediocre time with Tom and Dan. They have a cool ass documentary out now, chronicling their transition from traditional morning radio hosts to podcasts, luminaries, and you should watch it. You know, if you're starting a podcast Or if you already have a podcast, you're full if you don't watch it. It's really inspiring

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So many. Really cool seeing the amazing pics honored that you spend your time doing something for the show or just thinking about the show. Just talk putty and juju bojangles mash up. Put your legs back, Shirley. Wonderful. It's on awesome, spaces are doodled, and a lot more. It's on a space list or tattoo, another tattoo,

somebody got, looks fucking amazing. I gotta get you some more ink. That's incredible, so much fun. Lot of it up at AtTimeSug podcast on Instagram. Now let's get to it. The murders continue this week. Hey, Lucina, I guess, with today's bonus suck 21, Jack the ripper. Jack the ripper. As I say that, I wonder how much of his notoriety comes from that homicidal

moniker. Like, what if, like, what are these known as like Evan, the naughty pants? Jerry, the slapper, you're Leonard of the creep. Not gonna get as much press. Not gonna get as much press as Jack the Ripper. It's not about the Ripper. I think that's way worse than like Jack the Stabber. Jack the cutter. I think it may be even worse than Jack the Beheader.

Ripping the Ripper. It sounds so beastly, so savage. What the fuck is being ripped? Skin I would imagine, but where? What else is being ripped? Is he ripin, but where? What else is being ripped? Is he ripping Oregon? Is he ripping people's faces off? Is he ripping dudes clean wings?

Out of their mama-soaked and scrubbed roots? So many questions, I'm not sure I want answers to. Well, we don't know for sure who Jack was. We're gonna do some speculations. Had some fun guesses towards the end of the show. We don't even know if his name was actually Jack. Could have been Ebenezer, could have been Jonathan, could have been Donnie, could have been Donathon,

or Ronathon, could have been Donald, Ronald McDonald. We'll look at suspects again at the end of the episode. Before we look at the crimes themselves, who may have committed them? Let's look into life in general in London in 1888, and then specifically life in the White Chapel District of London, East End and East End, life in 1888 and really just the latter half of the 19th century.

The Industrial Revolution, which had begun in England in the 18th century, with the very first workable steam engine, seed drills, construction of canals for easier product distribution and industrial supply, transport, power looms, cotton, gins, etc. was really ramping up in the 19th century. In 1813 industrial employment took agricultural employment, uh, overtook, excuse me, agricultural employment in England for the very first time. Also the population of cities, urban centers were exploding in the population of Manchester, past 100,000 for the first time in 1812. People leaving the farms, heading to the cities.

When are you gonna come down? When are you going to land? I should have stayed on the farm. I should have listened to my old man. El Johnson's a lot better. Goodbye, goodbye, yellow brick road man. Talking about leaving the farm, head into the city. 1825. The first regular railway services started between Stockton and

Darlington and Northeast England, 1826, the journeyman steam engine fitters, the first substantial industrial trade union established in Manchester, 1833, the first effective factory act passed in Britain, regulating child labor in cotton mills, at least in theory. I think a lot of child labor going on throughout the rest of the century, but this was a law on the books somewhere. 1842, the coal mines act, prevented women and children from working in harsh conditions in mines. We will find out student life didn't need to be very harsh for them, but at least

there was something going on. Between 1852 and 1880, British industrial production doubles overall. And because of all the various 19th century industrial and technological advances by the 1880s, most people in England were experiencing a nice uptick in the quality of their lives. They were benefiting from cheaper, imported food, other goods, new terraces of houses for the more prosperous working classes were increasingly connected to clean water, drains, even gas, new houses were needed, very needed. During the 19th century London grew immensely. A lot of people to give houses to.

It became the largest capital city of the largest empire that the world had ever known. This population exploded from 1 million in 1800 to 6.9 million by 1900. That's a big leap. And with massive growth came new massive problems for the cities poor and working class. London became a city that saw a concentration of poverty unlike anything the world had ever experienced before. The east end of London, the core of present day East London, the working class and historically impoverished area, east of the old Roman and Medieval walls of the city of London, north of the River Thames had roughly 900,000 people while the white chapel neighborhood, the neighborhood of most of the crimes of Jackson River River, and especially in Poverty's neighborhood, within this impoverished part of town, specifically

had about 80,000 inhabitants. And in these neighborhoods, the extremely poor numbered about 100,000, a little over 11% of the overall population. And that's a lot of people to be barely staying alive, living in extreme poverty. Three quarters of them were women and children. The common jobs they had included seasonal work sweatshop tailoring cleaning manual labor street sales other low-level work prostitution was extremely popular as we're going to explore soon

and the age of consent for sex was only thirteen which is makes for a horrible combination young girls very young girls you know if the legal age was thirteen in other words kids you know those kids much younger than that uh... being you know forced in some way by circumstance or by somebody's actual direction to be prostitutes, be preyed upon by whoever had a few pennies.

And again, more on that soon. In 19th century, White Chapel was also the center of London's Jewish community, was popular neighborhood for recent immigrants, especially Irish immigrants, who had begun heading to London and mass during the great potato famine of the 1840s. London itself was a city of startling contrasts in the 19th century, new building affluent development going hand in hand with horrifically overcrowded slums where people were living

in the worst conditions imaginable. The city was growing far too fast to take care of its citizens who needed the most help, who needed to help in hand The nobility and old money in town. They were making fortunes. They were making vast fortunes through the immense trade and business opportunities That the new gigantic worldwide British Empire was providing and the poor They suffered, you know, they got none of those new benefits. They would have been better off You know just being medieval serfs than what they were doing now, which is basically being industrial cannon fodder.

The upper class is the factory owners, doctors, lawyers, bankers, royal nobility, or aristocratic class of Victorian 19th century, England, they had a jolly old time. Yeah, they took the new trains to seaside resort towns such as Blackpool and Brighton. They read the fantastic new novels of Dickens, H.G. Wells, more. They attended the plays of the thriving West End. Enjoyed elegant and bustling music calls, their aches and pains being cured by the recent arrival of coding and morphing.

Recent medical advances such as doctors actually washing their goddamn hands, actually cleaning their instruments greatly increased the chances for survival. The people who live in a little bit longer, if they had the means and the money. London's Victorian East End might as well have been just another country apart from the rest of London. And it's anything, but most of us imagine when we think of Victorian England, it was morally, monetarily, culturally adrift from the rest of the sprawling metropolis. prostitution was a way of life. Stream poverty was a norm and violence rampant. Portions of the city were also absolutely filthy. Common scenes included animals being heard of through the streets to slaughter their blood

and piss, spilling into the cobblestones when they met the butcher, the rank smell of raw sewage, constantly pervading the areas that escaped the sellers in which it was deposited. Yeah. Mixed with the coppery smell of animal blood. London in general pretty dirty. And the poor of the neighborhood the dirtier it was, urine, soak in the streets.

There was actually an experiment done on Piccadilly with wood paving in the mid century. And it was abandoned after a few weeks because of the sheer smell of ammonia, the overpowering smell of ammonia. Coming up from the pavement, it was just impossible to bear. There were tens of thousands of working horses in London, leaving the inevitable consequences of animal life on the streets. By 1890, there were

approximately 300,000 horses in London depositing roughly 1,000 tons of shit a day on the streets. That's a lot of horse shit. That's more horse shit than the sum total of all the horse shit stories I've shoveled on you over the life of time suck podcast Boys age 12 to 14 We're hired in the nicer parts of town to dodge between all the horse traffic dogs between the carriages try to scoop up The experiment as soon as it hits streets. It was a real problem. I got to make sure my son Kyder hears about that Okay, all right. He dreads mowing the lawn a couple of times in the summer, a couple of times. And yet there were kids at his age, he's 12.

Spend probably 40 plus hours a week, risking being trampled, probably some of them were trampled, probably a lot of them, picking up the freshest of fresh horse shit. And you know what, and happy to have the work, probably did it with smiles on their faces, happy to have a job. And they didn't even get to shower at the end of the day.

You know, he showers sometimes twice a day. I'm guessing those kids went days if not weeks without even a bath, even though at various points in between washings, they were probably literally covered and shit. Why can't I get Kylerman wrote to follow our dogs around? You know, follow our dogs around the yard and clean their shit up.

If they cared about helping the family, they could pick it up before it even hits the yard. They could put a little, you know, 19th century British kid work ethic clean their shit up. If they cared about helping the family, they could pick it up before it even hits the yard. They could put a little 19th century British kid work ethic into their fucking acts. Those 19th century kids were dodging carriages to clean horseshit. My kids can't even follow the dogs around and put their hands under penny and genders

cute little fluff butts. You know, why can't you put your hands under their little fluff butts when they hit that here comes the thunder, tail up, ass down, poop squat position. You know why? Cause my kids are spoiled. It's like they think they're too good

to catch a few turds in mid air. What's the big deal? You know, what does big deal? Catch a few turds, it's no problem. She could tell you a little touch, many worse things than turds, with hands, then many worse things than cute, the doodle droppings.

Now we got fucking soap. Now they could wash up before they eat after they do a little bit of poop patrolling. Lazy little shit of ointers, that's my got for kids. Lazy little shit of ointers. I partially say this because they listen to some of the episodes. So it cracks me up to think,

Outrage Kyra will be when he hears this. Speaking of shit, if I let him listen to this one, some parts of this pretty rough. Speaking of shit, let's get back to the east end of London around the time of 1888. It was a shit hole. Child labor common. The 1880s, there are only a few decades after,

or that's only a few decades after Pipsad tailing, Charles Dickens' good expectations, if you're familiar with that sob story. In 1883, the London School Board reported that out of the three schools with children in the area, this is in the east end here. From 1,129 families, 871 families had only one room homes. And that's in this little neighborhood where most of the day's story takes place.

Not all of the east end. Due to the cities attempts to improve living conditions in the late 19th century, a lot of buildings in the east end were demolished, which would be great in the long run because better buildings would be finally built. But terrible in the short run during the time period we're talking about when this packed poor part of town is even more packed and it has a housing shortage. The bell lane area of the East End, this little street where the Ripper murders occurred and dorset street, that little area housed over 800 people per acre.

And this was not true for the surrounding White Chapel area, which was still a slum. It averaged 176 people per acre. Lundin' at large, average only 50 people per acre. Here's some comparison though. New York City has 27,016 people per square mile which translates to 42 to 43 people per square acre one mile equaling 640 acres one square mile

Old London didn't have skyscrapers either to comfortably house those people in some kind of vertical fashion like no They were all crowned to a few stories of hell. So again, New York City 42 to 43 people breaker the white chapel area at large 176 people. So that's, you know, it's over four times as many. And then this, and then the little tiny area within the like the neighborhood, the little bell lane area, over 800 people per acre, just fucking crammed in there in these, and these like weird like hostile type things we'll be talking about here in a bit. Yeah, in the summer or the warmer months because of a combination of poverty and not enough

housing, many of the cities poor just slept outside in parks, alleys, open areas. It was a real skid road type situation. Those who slept indoors tend to sleep in some seriously cramped conditions, man. And white chapel, there were 233 places called common lodging houses, and they housed a total of 8,500 people. That's 37 people per house But some were way more crowded than others. Here's a description of what these houses were like now This is taken from a London papers article of published in 1883

Saying there are the kips so the common lodging house the prominent feature of all kips is the kitchen This is it was dining room drawing room smoking and card compartment as well as kitchen at one end This is a swing door which leads to the long sawdust floor room, surrounded with benches or perhaps divided into compartments like a restaurant. A huge fire, be the weather where it may be outside, serves to cook the vines of the inhabitants and to supply the heat, which in insufficiency of clothing renders grateful in the cold weather. A number of tin vessels supplied by the house serve for teapots or missiles, as the case may be, both uses being frequent

Now the article goes on to describe what I call teapots missiles Basically a bunch of various immigrants from various, you know countries Most in Europe are crammed into the same communal living room kitchen space area share in the same fire to cook their food And it was fucking chaos, miserable chaos. Fights breaking out constantly, so that's downstairs, communal living and eating space, and then upstairs are the beds. The article says upstairs, there are dormitories with rows of camp beds, but butch from the barracks sales.

Double beds have little wooden partitions between them, between them with doors and latches upon the same. The dormitories is a rule, have no washing conveniences, still less NHS or cupboards. Now they supply a few photos, they look fucking terrible, it just looks so sad. You had these little rooms, you can even call them rooms, more like cubicles, with flimsy doors separated by flimsy walls,

sometimes they didn't even reach the ceiling, a lot of times they didn't, just like little partitions. And so I'm sure you can hear your neighbor blow out a fucking candle in the little spot next door. You had a shitty cot like bed, no drawer, no dresser, no closets. The kind of place it would make staying at today's just dump, flea bag, budget, motel,

feel like you had died and gone to heaven. And you pay by the day to stay at these places. Security was pretty lack. So if things got out of hand with the neighbor, you're on your own during your stay. They were checked weekly, these lodging houses by police sergeant, but they didn't give a shit about these places. You know, even if they found some kind of safety violation,

it rarely led to any kind of actual penalty, almost never led to any actual improvement. Jack London, the American author from San Francisco, most famous for the call of the wild, that guy, he was curious enough about life in East London. He'd heard from across the pond about how bleak and terrible it was. He traveled to London, lived there for a few months in 1902, and he'd published the book, The People of the Abyss, 1903. That's a, that's a, it tells a lot, you know, just by the title there. The People of the

Abyss, I published that in 1903 about how life was in the East End. And note when I give his descriptions, he's talking about life in the East End in 1902, which was dramatically better than the way life was in 1888, the time period of the Jack to Ripper murders. And here's how shitty he said it was in 1902. He talked about getting a job at a work house, a place where you worked for shitty food and nightmarish lodging and no money. And, you know, AKA Super Happy Fun Camp.

AKA Super Happy Fun Camp. Do you grab a spot in a workhouse? I always wanna say workhorse when I see that word, workhouse, you'd have to get in line early in the morning, stay out with a bunch of others, stinky, depressed, skinny dudes with fucking bucket of no hope in their eyes. And you know, and just, you know, hope against all hope that you could get a job just so you could eat finally and grab a place indoors for once to sleep that night.

And if the supervisor hired you, you got a little food to kickstart your shift. London described, Jack London described being given some bread that had the density and consistency of a brick. So he said, sounds lovely. He was also given a small cup of skilly. Uh, what did I actually skilly? Uh, defined by dictionary.com as a thin soup or gruel. Gruel being defined by dictionary.com is a light, usually thin,

cooked cereal made by boiling meal, especially oatmeal and water or milk. All of this defined by me as a bowl of sadness. Uh, Jack London's skillet was Indian corn and hot water mixed together, just formed a thin soup that was probably roughly a satisfying to slurp down as a sweat or some poop juice. The work was some type of remedial manual labor. Jack did some stone crushing during his months there.

Managed gruel and stone crushing and a place to sleep and no money. Uh, but you did get a bath. You did get a bath. You got the worst bath ever. Check this out. I'm not making a sound.

This is not one of my non-sensical stories. Baths, baths were taken in pairs by workers. As in you and another dirty naked dude sit together in a small tub like children and scrub up in shared water. And it wasn't just shared between the two of you. Jack reported that 22 men would use the water 11 pairs of dudes before the water would be changed. Man, if you're the 11th pair, oh god, how much of that suck.

You know the water is fucking gray, like a dark gray by the time you dip your balls in that tub, right? You probably got shit floating all over it just hairs bunch of pub hairs and like lint and show my god Price smells of that. Oh And that's and that's your bath. I was like the highlight of your day Oh, after taking the worst most disgusting bath in your life. You're close. We're taking by staff. They clean them for you overnight You know You know be ready for the next shift. You're giving a night shirt and some blankets.

And then you had to go try and go to sleep, which Jack London found very difficult to sleep because of the large number of other men in the same room on various cuts, think of like an old school military barrack type situation, also making it difficult to fall asleep where a large number of rats that were also trying to get some sleep in the same room

when they weren't trying to fucking bite your ears off. A supervisor woke you up early the next day and if you were sick or you didn't feel like working, well, all right, get the fuck out. We got a long line of other sad desperate assholes waiting to take your shitty spot. 19th century London. The city where dreams were made and by maid, I mean trampled. And then there was the rampant prostitution of the East End as if this already isn't a sad enough picture.

It was estimated by the Lancet, which was a local publication of the time, that there were roughly 80,000 prostitutes in London in 1857. Now, I couldn't find anything for the number specifically in 1888 during the Ripper murder spree, but based on the population continued to explode, based on conditions for the working class, not improving at all. I'm guessing there's well over 100,000. And women would sell themselves for the three pins or two pins or a loaf of steel bread, according to Jack London. Should be noted that six eggs could be purchased for five pennies or six pennies and by those the pens, you know, so basically like they can be purchased for like three pennies or two pennies. Should be noted that six eggs at the time could be purchased for five pennies or six pennies, a pint of milk or beer for two pennies, just a pint, and a pound of cheese for seven and a half

pennies. So, pound of cheese costs number twice as much as an hour or so, or a few minutes, whatever, of having your way with a woman's body, which to me says that either women had very little value in the 19th century London or that's some dope ass cheese. I mean, is there cheese out there better than sex? If so, tell me where to find it. I'm lactose intolerant, but I will punish my colon severely, savagely, if it means it gets a nibble on some sweet ass sex cheese. Sex cheese, that doesn't sound good.

Oh, that puts some bad images to my brain. Because of the halcyne shortage, we already talked about paid sex acts. You should go down and alleys. Is it, yeah, it's like you think it's like, oh, this is really sad. Oh no, no, it's gonna get sadder. Beds were hard to come by, comp will be expensive, you know.

When a room or bed was available, it's often just behind those screens we were talking about, you know, we're kind of out in the open. One of those lodging houses, many women slept with men just to have a bed for the night. And now, again, right, when you think you can't get sadder,

let's talk about syphilis, yay syphilis. London was rife with syphilis in the 19th century. It was the primary STD, well, the primary severe ST, that gonorrhea, we're going to gonorrhea actually might have been a little more popular. But this was the nasty one. It was the, you know, things like AIDS, you know, like mid 80s.

How terrifying that was. It's like that. And how do you get a syphilis? Well, you get it by giving the wrong answer when someone asks you what their favorite color is. Yes, it's that easy. I didn't even know. Brown, no, whose favorite color?

No, it's blues, my favorite. Good job, idiot. You got syphilis now. No, of course not. You get syphilis by direct contact with a syphilis sore during vaginal anal or oral sex. You can find sores on or around the penis, vagina, anus, in the rectum.

Oh, that sounds especially painful, like, in there, on the lips or in the mouth. Sounds fun. And you know some people had it all placed. Well, I guess all places but one, not likely. It's doubtful that someone had had a penis and a vagina and had syphilis on both penis and if they did Oh, that sucks for them

syphilis divided into stages primary secondary latent Tertiary with different signs and symptoms associated with each stage a person with primary syphilis Generally has a sore or sores at the side of the infection All right, I think like herpes you get these sores usually occur on or around the genitals, around the anus, or an rectum, again, or in or around the mouth. Sores are usually, but not always, firm, round, and painless. Now, if you're one and a few have syphilis right now,

sometimes when you talk about these things, they come up in your brain, because it is still around. Well, if you've had unprotected sex in the past two years with two or more new partners, There is a 15 to 20% chance that you have untreated syphilis because it doesn't always show up in an STD screening. And the symptoms at first can be, you know, harmless, they can appear harmless, mild recurrent itching around your genitals and or anus, you know, and soreness in your mouth, even if you can't see an actual sore, occasional unpleasant odor, maybe a little more headaches

than normal, maybe a little more tired than normal. Well, congratulations, there's a chance you have syphilis. And while it may never manifest itself in a noticeable symptoms for roughly 30% of you, large, pussy, flesh-eating sores could be right around the corner. And sadly, many modern syphilis strains, which are making a huge comeback right now, especially in the South and in California and parts of Texas,

virtually untreatable. So good luck with that if you got it. And man, that was fun to make up. That was fun to make all that up. How many of you are word right now that you have syphilis? A couple of you, at least a couple of you for sure. How many of you listening at convinced yourselves that I have felt a little itchy.

I did smell weird the other day. I did have, I feel like I have felt a little itchy. I did smell weird other day. I did have I feel like I have had a lot of extra headaches. Guess I'm not going to get as many emails of Utah's augurs as fast and up to fall off of that trick, at least not with your names attached. No, I have no idea what's going on with syphilis right now, not pertinent to today's tale. But I do know about syphilis in the late 19th century. Symptoms of secondary syphilis include skin rash, swollen lymph nodes, fever, signs and symptoms

of primary and secondary syphilis can be mild and they might not be noticed. During the latent stage, there's no signs or symptoms and then there's the worst. Then there's tertiary syphilis and that's associated with severe medical problems. This is a long-term untreated syphilis. Dr. can usually diagnose it with the help of multiple tests.

It can affect the heart brain, other organs of the body, can damage your brain, nerves, eyes, heart, blood vessels, liver bone, liver, bones, joints. It can destroy your personality and your mind, leaving you a shell of your form of self, like it did the alcapone, if you remember that, from suck 22. Remember by the time he got to alcatraz,

untreated syphilis had just made him a shell of his former self. He would just like mumble to himself in the corner who just like got like a baby that people pushed him around because his fucking mind was rot with syphilis. And it can also eat away the flesh and cartilage of the nose. Oh my God, if you wanna do a terrible Google image search, can leave you with a horrible facial disfiguration on his saddle nose.

Yeah, it reminds me of like leprosy. While there are no exact records indicating how many people had siftless in London at the time, historians seem to agree it was probably around 10% of the entire population in London. So common sense with dictate that the percentage was much higher than 10% for East End prostitutes having frequent, unprotected sex. Ghana Rhea also thought to be very, very common. So so many filthy wings, so many dirty dicks. Late 19th century London sounds like Gary Ridgeway's mom's worst nightmare. She would have wasted her way to nothing.

She wouldn't even have time to eat, just, you know, just working so hard to keep Gary's wing clean in a city of so much winged filth. Gary, he would have loved it. Well, not as bad as syphilis. Goneria could leave you with an unusual, increased blood, yellowish, or watery, green, vaginal discharge, painful urination, rectal pain, discharge, bleeding,

even an inflamed eye. And how were these diseases treated? Did you go down to the local STD clinic? No. You went to a doctor who had no fucking idea what they were doing. The most common treatment was mercury. No, you went to a doctor who had no fucking idea what they were doing. The most common dream was with mercury.

And while the application of liquid mercury or they came up with this process to kind of like give it like a turn it into a mist, and that did seem to help alleviate the lesions for whatever reason and some of the symptoms, but it didn't cure anything. No, it made things worse, and it could kill you and did kill a lot of people. You know, it really fuck you up. Signs of, you know, side effects of mercury treatments would include tooth loss, mouth throat, and skin ulcerations, neurological damage and death. So basically, STDs were rampant amongst prostitutes in London's East and in 1888. And if you got one, you weren't getting rid of it. And if you got treated, things were going to get even worse than they already were. Terrible.

That life was fucking terrible then. 55% of East and Children died before they were able to turn five years old, over half of them. In the late 19th century, it's a lot of kids, so much tragedy. Poor couples rarely even got married despite the taboo nature of not being married

in higher society at that time in Victorian England, because of all the death and despair they were trying to buy. It just wasn't practical. Relationships really lasted long enough to reach marriage because of the extreme poverty and high mortality rates. They couldn't afford it. Most families couldn't afford to live in actual homes.

If you had anything, they're resembled even a private dwelling. It's kind of hard to be in a marriage when you don't have a house. There's also rampant alcoholism to deal with the tragedy. You know, there's constant violence around there. You know, one of the partners has to prostrate themselves for food. Children who didn't die young were often separated

from parents and left to defend for themselves, go to work at an early age. Okay, so now that we have a little context for life was like in the East End in 1888, let's talk about the murders that took place there. And now this is going to be graphic warning. This segment could qualify as a super scary stuff segment. We're going to go through them one by one, the murders in today's time suck timeline,

and then pop out and look into why the case was never solved. Shrap on those boot soldiers, we're marching down a time-sugged timeline. Friday, August 31st, in 1888, that's at 1988, that would change this timeline dramatically. The first victim is found Mary and Polly Nichols. At around 3.40 a.m. Charles Cross discovered the first river victim on his walk to work through Buxrow, small thoroughfare, leading in east to west direction in the eastern section of Whitechapel, aside from the murder itself. Just the fact that he's walking to work at 3.40 a.m. sad to me. You know he's going to some shitty soul crushing industrial job.

The lighting was limited. At first he thought that he had found an unconscious rape victim given that the poor woman's skirts were pushed up to her waist. Robert Paul, also on his way to work, noticed cross-survey and the unfortunate scene and joined him at his side. As the two debated on how best to help her, Paul straightened her clothing to protect her modesty and check for a pulse.

Thinking he found one, he hurried off for police. Neither man noticed the blood beneath her. Police constable John Neal, walking his beat, didn't see or hear the men but happened upon the woman in their absence. With a lantern in his hand, he saw what the first two men did not. She was clearly dead. Blood was present to her throat throat slashed with a cut that ran deeply from nearly one ear to the other.

Her eyes opened, her hands were cold, but her arms still warm, indicating she had died very recently. A doctor was sent for to see if they could somehow scoop up the blood, push it back into her neck, tape her head back on, and get her back to work. That's terrible, That's terrific. No, a doctor was sent for a man named Dr. Luellen, was brought back to the scene. He examined her further, two cuts ran across her neck, one of which ran so deeply it had

cut through to the vertebrae. My God. That is more than a slash. That's someone trying to muscle her head clean off. The vast majority of blood had been absorbed by the woman's clothing, but despite the massive loss, she was still warm to touch on her limbs, as I said, and well in determined, she must have been dead no more than 30 minutes before taking her to the mortuary. The mortuary, by the way, was attached to a nearby workhouse, one of those places Jack

London would later work in, and as if it wasn't already terrible enough, these places without having dead bodies being stored in them to make it be more worse. Further study of the body at the mortuary revealed other significant trauma. The lower edge of her jaw on the right side was bruised from pressure and a circular bruise was on the other side of her face, possibly from the pressure of her attacker's finger. Her abdomen had been slashed with multiple incisions ran across her body downwards on her right side.

The fatty membrane that covers the stomach had been cut multiple times and her vagina itself had been stabbed twice. Fuck. Man, I hope her vagina was stabbed after she was already dead, but I doubt it. I doubt it. What a piece of shit, man. No matter how many horrible cases I read about, I'm consistently shocked by what human beings are capable of doing to each other.

And that being said, if I caught someone stabbing some woman in her vagina, I hope that I'm capable of doing some horrific shit to him. You know, live by the vagina stab, uh, die by the anal pole. I push up your ass and out through your fucking face. You misogynistic piece of shit. Man, some people really, really, really deserve to die a horrible death. The presumed weapon based on the angle of the wound was determined to be a or wounds determined to be a sharp six to eight inch knife with a stout back. Additionally, based on evidence,

it appeared that the attacker was left handed and who was the woman who attacked for that night? Mary Ann Polly Nichols was 42 years old, five foot two, Brunette with grain hair, five missing teeth, born on February 13th, 1888 to a father who was a blacksmith. At 19, she had married William Nichols, a printer whom she had five children with

and lived with for six years before separating. William would claim that the cause of her separation was her drinking, was alcoholism. She just stayed at the Lambeth workhouse after that. William paid her five shillings once a week for two years, rent for little flatmates in the East Dan Coste a little for five shillings a week. And then when he learned she'd become a prostitute in 1882, he discontinued his weekly payments, granted permission to do so by the court. Polly stayed with her father at times, balanced between workhouses, and so on. No word on the kids where they ended up,

I'm hoping they ended up with dad, probably they'll be probably had to fan for themselves. Never quit drinking, never held a job long. I was often asked to leave lodgings because of issues stemming from her drinking theme and so on. Up until a little more than a week prior to her murder, she'd been staying in 18th-throw all street for the better part of six to eight weeks.

The night of her death, she'd been turned away from another public house in Brickland because of lack of funds. She had acquired the money for a bed at least three different times the day she died according to accounts, but each time had then drank all the money away. She was lasting wandering drunkenly through White, uh, White Chapel, uh, boasting loudly of being able to get her money again. Uh, the police were not able to establish any particular motive for her death, possibly a crime of opportunity, possibly wrong place, wrong time.

A man referred to by local prostitutes as leather apron would become the prime suspect in her murder. Apparently this man was running some type of extortion racket amongst the prostitutes of the area by demanding money from them, beating up those who refused to give them what meager cast they had just earned remember they're getting like a few fucking pennies for each trick as far as the prostitutes were concerned this was the person whom the police should be looking for unfortunately they could tell the police very little about this man other than he habitually wore a leather apron hence the their nickname for him and and he sometimes wore a deer stalker hat.

Didn't give the police much to go on. So who was this Leather apron fellow? A neighborhood police officer, Sergeant William Thick, provided a promising lead, according to Thick, whenever the people of the area used the name Leather apron, they were referring to a man named John or Jack Pyser. Armed with his fresh information,

the police promptly set about trying to find this Jack Pyser, hoping to either prove his guilt or eliminate him as a suspect. Unfortunately, within days of the police being alerted to this promising suspect, their investigation suffered in Almighty Setback when the newspapers found out about their main suspect. On the 5th September, the star newspaper ran the first of several articles that terrified local residents and caused a huge amount of frustration to the police who had hoped to keep their suspicions a closely guarded secret, less they alert the suspect of the fact that they were onto

him. Leather apron, the headline screamed the only name linked with the Whitechapel murder. I went on to tell of a strange character who prowls about after midnight, talked about universal fear among women. Spoke of him having slipper feet carrying a sharp leather knife. The stars campaigned to alert the populist to the noiseless menace and their men had two effects. Firstly, John Pyser learned of the police suspicions and rather than you know, fall in victim

to a fucking lynch mob, he goes into hiding amongst his relatives and then makes him, you know, obviously harder to track down. Second, the paper's description stoked fires of local anti-semitism. And how often does that thing come up in historical sucks? Like anytime we dig into European atrocities, or historical events or crimes, we seem to take at least a small detour into the Jews did it.

Yeah, those poor bastards, man. Just fucking, always just on the suspect list in Europe. Always on the shit list. The leather apron was synonymous with workers amongst the Jewish immigrants that had been flooding into the area through the 1880s, fleeing persecution in Eastern Europe and Russia. The stars, articles also emphasize the subsets,

suspects Hebrew appearance, and this in turn fed a growing belief amongst the gentile population that no Englishman could be capable of such brutal and gruesome crimes Thus anti-Semitism which being any momentum in the area for several years showed a dramatic increase And the police became suddenly alarmed that the press speculation concerning the murderers ethnic origin might easily erupt into a full-scale anti-Jewish riot Thus by the 7th of September, 1888,

the police were in the position of being desperate to find Jack Pyser, but also of playing down suggestions they were looking for a member of the Jewish immigrant community, less their activities lead to a pogrom or ethnic massacre in the east end of London. As the police do the best to search for Jack, but not seem like they're racially targeting a Jewish man, another woman then dies a violent death. And before we get to that next murder, quick word from today's sponsor. Time suck is brought to you today by Brett Haberdashers, East London Stink and Poryom.

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On Saturday, September 8th, 1888, second victim, Annie Chapin, her body is discovered. Just before six in the morning, Chapman's body is found outside the back of 29 Hanbury Street, less than half a mile from Polly Nichols' body. The building in this address is occupied by 17 people and not one of them claimed to have heard a single thing. Chapman was lasting alive at 5.30 a.m. in the morning by a woman passing by. The witness claimed to have seen Chapman with a man apparently haggling over something.

The man was over 40 years old, was wearing a deer stalker cap and was described as having a shabby gentile and foreign look to him. Was it Jack Leather Apron Pyser? No attempt to be made again to hide the body. She was just inside offence to outdoor passages that led to 29 Handbury Street. By the time Inspector Joseph Chandler arrived,

a crowd was already present and violently threatening passing Jews, not good, not good. And he's hands were raised in such a way that it appeared as though she had been fighting for her airway. Her hands and face were smeared with blood added into the feeling that she'd been struggling. Her legs were drawn up with her feet on the ground and her knees turned out, her long coat and skirt pushed up over her bloodstain stockings and she had

been disemboweled. A hankerchief was also tied around her neck, although her throat had been cut extensively, so extensively that she was nearly again decapitated. A man had covered her with a tarp awaiting the arrival of the police force. Dr. Baxter Phillips examined the body and noted the following. The woman's face in tongue was swollen and there was bruising on the face and chest. There were abrasions on the finger where the rings had been torn off. The incisions and the throat indicated that they had been made from the left side of the neck.

There were two distinct cuts parallel to each other and about half an inch apart. From the way the muscles had been worried it seemed as though the killer had tried to cut through the spine and take off the head. The abdomen had been entirely laid open in the intestine severed from their mesentric attachments, which had been lifted out and placed on the shoulder of the corpse whilst from the pelvis and the uterus, a ponder and his appendages, with the upper portion of the vagina and the posterior two-thirds of the bladder entirely removed. Obviously the work was that of an expert, or one at least who had such knowledge of anatomical or pathological examinations as to be enabled to secure the pelvic organs with one sweep of the knife. Dr. Phillips ruled that the cause of death was unsurprisingly.

I guess this will be surprisingly. He ruled that it was allergies. Yeah, she was allergies. She was allergic to being attacked and when she was attacked, she nearly sneezed her head off and she did sneeze part of her vagina. That was a fucking terrible thing for me to even think. Let alone say it loud. A heart failure due to lack of blood

was his assessment regarding how she died. And he said that the weapon must have been a very sharp six and eight inch knife. And that the attacker may have been some or may have had against some anatomical knowledge. And you know, there was that very sharp, you know, eight inch blade again. Later, Mr. Winnie Baxter, the corner reported that his belief was that the killer absolutely had anatomical knowledge because there was no extra cuts on the body. Everyone was done with intent. He also noted that only two things were missing from the body, rings and the woman's uterus.

Okay. Her time of death was reason to have been after 5.30. I don't know what he's talking about. That's just what the quote said, rings. I don't know if that means like jewelry rings, or if there's some body parties who's burned to his rings. So sorry, I don't know what he meant.

I do know what he meant by uterus. We all, I think, know that. Her time of death was recent to have been about, you know, after 5.30 a.m., meaning the killer, had walked away from the crime in the light of the day and likely with at least some blood in his person. That could have been concealed or disguised simply by the number of local butchers in the area

who had run into blood and their clothing, a witness added creed to that after claiming that he heard a woman say, no, sharply. And then he heard the sound of something or someone fall against the fence around 5.20 a.m. Another witness actually passed to the area with a body was found at roughly 4.45 a.m. nothing was there at that time. So, you know, a lot of violence happened in a very short little span of a few minutes

there. And who was this second bit? Who was this Annie Chapman? Well, friend Amelia Farmer identified her body. She came from a military family. She was known as a clever, sociable, well-educated woman. She lived in common, lodging houses in the Spittafields and White Chapel area for about four years before a death. She she had separated from her husband who did provide her with 10 shillings a week

until he died about 18 months before she did, which obviously led to a stop in payments. Prior to their separation, they had three kids together, lived outside the city until Chapman's drinking, and we go with that again, caused such a rift between the couple that they split, and she didn't seem to be a fun drunk. Just prior to her death, Annie Chapman had been in a brawl,

gotten in a brawl with another woman over a piece of soap that she had borrowed to clean herself with, but then now returned to this other woman. And the old occasion had left her bruised, bruised on her temple, bruised on her chest. Man, fighting over a bar, a soap. That's when you know you're both very poor and you're very angry. What sad lives some people have led, right? If you're listening right now, obviously, if you hear me talking or listening, no matter

how shit your life may be right now, be glad that you haven't gotten in a soap fight. Like if you can afford the technology required to listen to a free podcast, highly doubt you're getting in soap fights. So that's positive. All right, also found on the crime scene is a small piece leather, which does not do any favors for old leather apron old Jack Pizer. Old leather apron is sought in connection to this crime because this little piece of leather and because the suspicions already surrounding him. No bloods on the scrap, but just having the scrap there was enough to bring him in. Also recently been noted that he had been spotted wearing that deer stalker hat. It's just been described by witness. So both both crimes, somebody's wearing a deer stalker hat. Deer stalker hat by the way, is one of those Sherlock Holmes type hats, with the bill in

the front and the bill in the back. You can order one on Amazon, because I was curious, and elsewhere, if you want to wear for a costume party, or if you just want to be a person so desperate to get attention from strangers, then you decided to wear a deer stalker hat on days that are not Halloween. The order is weird. It's weird hat. The order he searched at Le searched leather apron's house, found five long, sharp blades.

The declaim was for his trade as a boot finisher. When they questioned him about further about the knives, he got angry and said, those are boot finishing knives. Ask anyone. I keep my vagina stabbing blades in an, oh, ah, fuck. Now he didn't do that. He defiantly claimed innocence. He was brought to the Lehman Street police station for further questioning. He had strong alibis for the nights of each murder.

The stories checked out. A reasonable answer to the scrap of leather was found with another man admitted that he had been in the passageway previously and cut a piece of his leather boot off to alleviate discomfort. So it's a lot of leather in this story. Another suspect was brought in after this second murder, a man named William Pickett, who was someone fortunate soul who just happened to look a lot like leather apron. He looked a lot like Pyser. He was drug into the commercial street police station very same day as Jack. His behavior was erratic and numerous wounds on his hands, which didn't look good for him. Someone had previously known blood stains on his clothes while he was at the pub, so that

sounds guilty, but he was not found guilty. He was found to be crazy. He was proclaimed insane. He was sent to an asylum in Bowel, Bo, sounds guilty, but he was not found guilty. He was found to be crazy. He was proclaimed insane. He was sent to an asylum in Bau, Bau, excuse me, after investigating him. Police strongly felt that he was not their man. And then the police investigation gets a lot more complicated thanks to the press,

reporting the second murder. Now, public fear is getting stoked. People get worked up. People think they should start helping solve the case now and the police starts receiving a lot of letters, reading roughly a thousand letters a week. That's a lot. A lot of them are full of confessions, just nonsensical confessions, full of concerns, advice, all sorts of information. Advice included better street lighting, let's get some better street lighting, a wired alarm system running at the base of the streets

that would allow a fallen prostitute to pull like a cable to to alert others. That is seems a bit much. They're just gonna have these, you know, just all along the streets in case somebody falls near the street, they can pull a cord that'll like sell us and off a signal like this. I don't know. One person also wrote in saying that they should have a velvet covered steel callers for prostitutes to wear. That's how you solve it. And steel callers for prostitutes. Someone actually wrote a letter into the police thinking a, a steel collar would stop

the murders and and be the police weren't able to think of something like that on their own. And whoever sent this letter didn't just didn't just have this as a passing thought that they later felt foolish about. You know, it wasn't just have this as a passing thought that they later felt foolish about You know, it wasn't just another woman with her throat cut. We must think of something to protect these poor women's throats Hmm. Oh, I've got it a steel collar Yes, but but one covered in velvet so it still looks pretty. Yes. Good luck cutting through steel You bloody murderous bastard. It's elementary, dear Watson.

No, no, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Now this is a bloody foolish plan, obviously, you could still stab them in any number of other places, similar to what he's been doing. Crumple the letter, you're starting to write Watson and throw it in the trash. I'm gonna lie down and pretend I never said any of this rubbish out loud to anyone.

Now, someone had this damn idea, wrote it down, still thought it was good, probably gave it a look over. Yeah, all right, looks good, look, look, look, look, good, good letter, then fucking send it off. Then, then waited, you know, to hear that, all right, everybody, no worries, the police, they've got a bunch of steel collars,

I've been made, all the prostitutes now are wearing steel collars, so good luck, kill them, good luck figuring that out. You can't cut the throat anymore, okay? It's fucking collar prevents that. One Australian citizen wrote in to inform the police that the murders were at the hands of the Germans

who were of course, skinning people. They were skinning people, and then they were wearing those people skins as the sky,isk disguises and How did they keep another person's skin upon their skin? Well, they would they would fucking glue it onto themselves And they used American glue specifically and that's how they're able to commit crimes and not be caught Holy shit. I wonder this Australian wrote that from a small cell in the bedroom mental asylum Again, just you know crazy enough to think of something

that outrageous, but it's interesting to me that they were crazy enough to think of that, but sane enough to fucking write it down and then mail it into police. Just, ah, yes, those dumb Germans, wearing their skin masks again, using that American skin glue. It's also clear when you step back,

take off your clothes, cover yourself in blood, punch yourself in your knackers, scream like a demon until you lose your voice and really think about it. With God's Germans wearing this fucking skin mask, skin suits, all this nonsense has gotten me thinking about this week's Idiots of the internet. Idiots of the internet. It is an adventure that, it's an adventure. I found a Jack the Ripper documentary on a YouTube title, Jack the Ripper,

the new evidence published in 2015 by Crazy Weird Cool Shows, and I lean Anderson's, let's, and I lean Anderson, excuse me, let's everyone know. She is more on posting, I think Jack had a mommy issue. I think I would do some background on all the suspects to see Jack had a mommy issue. I think I would do some background on all the suspects to see who had a mommy issue and or a woman problem. It's 19th century East and London, Eileen. All right. Okay. All right. Almost everyone had a mommy problem and a daddy problem

and a woman problem and a man problem. Their lives were full of nothing but fucking problems. And how do you think the police were going gonna figure that out. Just line up the suspects and just ask them, is all right, you scoundrel's, which a unoughty boy has a problem with your mom. Who hates women? Step forward. Step forward if you're a woman, hey, da. I bet they could find over a thousand suspects

in that one neighborhood who had been like a band in his kids by their dads and moms. Somebody, some of you, mom issues or, you know, men who are also shagging prostuits or three pennies and a fucking alley. So, you know, also had some women issues, you know, so many, so many mommy issues or, or, you know, men who are also shagging prostuits or three pennies and a fucking alley. So, you know, also had some women issues, you know, as well. Flat Earth or Julian van Taylingen uses the comment section to rally for a little flat Earth support posting Earth

is flat, if you agree, hit the blue thumbs up and comment below. Well, one person gave the comment a thumbs up and then replied, so I clicked to open up the replies and see who it was. Turned that up with comment below. Well, one person gave the comment, a thumbs up, and then replied, so I clicked to open up the replies and see who it was. Turns out I was julying himself. I just thought that was so funny. Yep, he replied to his own comment

with, you know, he replied to his own, you know, called action with, I agree. Nothing to do with Jackson River, but I felt like, but it was in the Jackson River comment thread and I felt like I was worth sharing. I so hope he didn't, that he didn't do that as a joke. I hope in my mind, I just picture him like, really asking for support, you know.

Just come on guys, who also thinks there are those flat hits at thumbs up if you think so. And then just waiting around and like, no one to fucking does it. And he's like, wow, I, okay, I do. I, I agree. And then hoping that that kicks off more agreement, you know, as if it is, instead of what it really does,

which makes it look fucking that much more sad that it's his comment and his own reply. So ridiculous. Who wants ice cream? I do. Thanks me. User Southern Muscle also posts something that has nothing to do with Jack's River. Instead, the mere sight of a family of three Muslims walking past one of the old murder

sites in this video, a sweet-looking family looking family all holding hands mind in their own business Well, this triggered some racial hatred from Southern muscle, which is a right you know pretty racist sounding name actually and he posts very sad that Muslims are taken over London At 3832 mark you see those Muslims walking the street near one of the murder scenes We Westerners are completely stupid for allowing these people to immigrate. Well, 105 replies under this comment, half from people arguing with or supporting Southern Muscle, half of him, you know, about him saying like, you know, racist, more racist shit like,

you seem to ignore the fact that even moderate Muslims, the men beat their wives for the slightest of reasons. Honor killings occur daily in the Muslim world by those you consider moderate What the fuck are you talking about you racist moron? Daily killings from moderate Muslims all moderate Muslim men beat their wives You know, I you know I've traveled a lot. I've seen a lot of Muslim women in my travels I get to see one where I noticed a single, you know black eye I get to see one where I noticed a single black eye, blemish, any kind on their face, any swollen face.

I'm sure they're out there. I mean, some are sadly statistically bound to be beaten because domestic violence is a real worldwide culture crossing issue. And some fundamentalist Muslims have and do commit honor killings and some have and do beat their wives. Like again, like everybody else. Sadly, but many, many don't. So shut the fuck up.

Stop making it look like those are like, you know, specifically Muslim traits. You fucking idiot. Stop pushing racist, divisive propaganda and random YouTube threats. Just fucking go back to your fucking weight room, I guess, Southern Muscle. You know, just fucking go bump some iron and shut the fuck up. Uh, drop down in your head. maybe I'll knock some sense in yourself. Finally, user Denise Phoenix proves she is not someone I would even enjoy even having a single conversation with.

In one sense, posting Jack the Ripper truly hated women, dot, dot, dot, by the savagery of the murders. Oh, look at you Sherlock Holmes. Well, well, well done, Captain Obvious. What other, what other knowledge do you have for us? I just love this Captain Obvious bullshit. People always put on the comment threads. I think the murderer either had owned or at least was familiar with how to use a knife. And I think that because you know of the stabbing and what not. I think the killer targeted women considering all of the people he murdered if you think

about it were in fact women. So that is why I think he did that. Did the police ever look into suspects who were murderers? I just bring this up because whoever did this was highly likely to have been a murderer. All right, now for these idiots, let's get back to Jack. . . Idiot, I'll be into that, into that, into that.

September 28th, 1888, back into the timeline. After the first two murders, a letter arrives at the Central News Agency that uses the name name Jack the Ripper for the first time It was written September 25th and here's what it says September 25th 1898 Dear boss, I keep on hearing the police have cost me It's a lot of misplanes this police have cost me. I guess he meant caught me But they won't fix me just yet. I've laughed when they look so clever and talk about being on the right track. That joke about leather apron gave me real fits.

I'm down on haurs and I shan't quit ripping them until I do get buckled. Grandwork the last job was and I gave the lady no time to squeal. How can they catch me now? I love my work and want to start again. You will soon hear of me with my funny little games. I saved some of the proper red stuff in a ginger beer bottle over the last job to write with, but when thick like glue and I can't use it, red ink is good enough I hope. The next job I do I shall clip the ladies ears off and send the police officers just for jolly wouldn't you? Keep this letter until I do a bit more work then give it out straight. My knife is nice

and sharp and I want to get to work right away if I get a chance. Good luck, yours truly, Jack Loretta. Don't mind me giving the trade name. Wasn't good enough, wasn't good enough up host this before I got the red ink off my hands, curse it. Now lucky I say I'm a doctor now, ha ha. That's all his little ha ha's in there. No notes for sure that that was written by the real killer, but many historians feel that it's possible, if not probable, that letter did come from Jack the Ripper. Two days later, on Sunday, September 30th,

1888, the butcher strikes again. This time, a double murder occurs after nearly three weeks of quiet and the two women are killed within a 15 minute walk of each other. found in a narrow court off the quiet burner street at a little past one a.m. is the body of Elizabeth Stride evidence now points in hindsight the likely fact that stride was not a river victim although there is a theory that she could have been and that the reason the nature of the crime and exactly fit is because he was interrupted somehow and then he just moved on to his next victim.

Dr. Phillips is a doctrine called this time. He examines the body discovers that similar to the previous River Victims, she's still warm when he examines her, despite the immense loss of blood from the gastro-nec. He quickly demands to see the hands and clothes of everyone in the vicinity to check for blood. He also demands a fast search of all neighboring homes, which outrages local citizens and authorities find nothing. By 5 a.m. news has reached the area that another murder victim's body has been discovered.

Doctors Blackwell and Phillips report on her body at the corner's request. Phillips notes that there are no other marks on her body except for her sliced throat, and a few healing syphilis source. Fucking goddamn syphil, got the syph! Slashed across her neck, it was just below the line of the silk scarf tied around her throat.

Both doctors agree that a nine to 10-inch knife was the murder weapon, a weapon that was later found at around 120 a.m. and Whitechapel. They both found it to be a very odd weapon of choice due to its build. It was a slicing knife from a candlelear shop. A key witness came to light in this specific murder named Israel Shorts. He was a hungarian immigrant who'd slashed the throats of over 50 women in Hungary over the past several years. Authorities did know about those murders,

but he was not apprehended in Hungary. They didn't have the right extradition kind of laws and he was not seen wearing a deer stock or hat. So he was immediately ruled out as a suspect. I joke, I kid. No, he was not a murderer. That'll be ridiculous for them to let him go that way. Now, he was an eyewitness.

He was terrified by an encounter he'd seen. At about 12.45 a.m., he had turned onto Burner Street and he'd saw 30-year-old man arguing aggressively, but quietly was stride. It appeared to be a domestic issue, but he did. Schwartz not able to speak English, tried to keep an eye on him,

but wanted to do so without getting involved. The man pulled stride into the middle of the street, stride quietly streamed, screamed, no, three times. The man then saw Schwartz, yelled at Jewish, slur at him, and it scared him and he took off. Man, can you imagine how you'd feel if you saw some woman being violently assaulted, or at least in a heated, aggressive,

looks like violence is about to break out, kind of a argument, you start to intervene or at least you're keeping an eye on things, and then the dude yells at you and you just take off, and then you find out a short time later that she had been murdered moments after that. That shit would haunt you. My God, man,

Nimrod would not be pleased with you. Hail Nimrod! Who was Elizabeth Stride? She was born on November 27th, 1843 in the parish of Toresland, north of Gothenburg, Sweden, where she lived with her family on a small farm with three siblings. She had a slight billed blue eyes, brown hair, oval face, straight nose. She'd been working as a prostitute in the area since March 1865. Damn! She's working as a prostitute for 23 years by the time the ripper got her. Holy shit. Over two decades, a constant stranger fucking. The dirtbags, she must have come across in that time period. That could not be good for her head. The thing she must have seen. The month before she started working the street, she delivered a stillborn daughter,

and it may have been this fall from innocence and Victorian, era England, that led her to move into prostitution. She did try to get out of the prostitution life a few times. So July 10th, 1866, she was entered in the London register as an unmarried woman who worked as a servant for a family to hide park. 1869 is believed that she married a man named John Thomas Stride, a carpenter. Although she did later make a false claim that he along with two of their nine supposed

children died in the sinking of the steamer princess Alice, which turned out to be bullshit. So who knows? For three years prior to her death, she was living with a man named Michael Kidney on Fashion Street. She was known to disappear for small amounts of time and drink too much. Kidney never chased her when she left, but always allowed her back when she returned. She had left them again on the Tuesday before the murder. And here's why some don't think she was a victim of jack-to-ripper. The actual murder included no additional mutilations. Soly the result of the throat being cut, whereas the other victims were strangled first. Additionally, the cut made did not match the others according to Dr. Philips' review.

There's a little bit of different kind of knife. Because the knife used was not as sharp as the knife used in the other Ripper crimes. Stripe was not trying to pick up any customers that particular night as the other women had done. And then Michael Kidney, strides companion, was a likely suspect. He had been charged with assaulting her the year before, and they had had a pretty turbulent relationship. So there's that. So the second unfortunate soul murdered that same night, Sunday, September 30th,

1888, was found a mile away in a meter square, making her the only victim to be killed within the actual city limits of London. Now, this put the investigation, squaring the hand of the city police under leadership of Major Henry Smith, that specific location had been patrolled by local police, have been noted as being empty at 1.30 a.m. and then when constables returned through the area at 1.45 a.m. they discovered the body of Catherine Ados. So, you know, in that little 15 minute chunk, this all went down. When major Smith arrived,

he found several of his men around the body, which she noted during the following. Note to the following during Dr. Frederick Brown and Dr. Frederick Brown and Dr. Secira's examinations. She was lying on her back with her right leg bent, still warmed to the touch, a cut across her right cheek had sliced off

the tip of her nose and part of her right ear. This piece of her ear was later found in her clothes at the mortuary, she had been torn open. Oh my God. Who, she had been torn open from her rectum to her breastbone and disembowed. Damn, just reading that made my butt hurt and made my stomach queasy.

Oh, it makes my butt hurt right now. Wah, from her rectum to her breastbone, man, that's a serious rage. God dang, several of the cuts have been made through her clothing, limiting blood splatter. The intestines have been taken out, set above the right shoulder with some substance smeared on them.

A section of intestines have been removed, about two feet in length, set between her body and her left arm, her left kidney have been removed, her lower eyelids have been sliced off fucking A. Sliced off with precision, a piece of red silk gauze joined multiple cuts at the woman's neck,

her throat have been cut, resulting in a gash about six inches. Her nose may have been nicked off because she had or was thought to have had syphilis. As you mentioned earlier, syphilis was common at the time and often resulted, I just didn't say often, could result. Did result, sometimes in the disease, eating away one's nose. Oh my god, it was actually so, so common.

I mean, it was, you know, common enough that sterling silver artificial noses were available for purchasing town. You could buy a fake nose to cover your fucking, the left, whatever leftover cartilage you had from syphilis, where your nose used to be. You could also buy cheaper options than the Sterling silver noses. They had various artificial noses. That's so crazy to think about. I would think that would be bad for business.

To be a 19th century London prostitute, a city of many prostuits, how are you still getting business if you got a silver nose? I mean, just for real. Like, or worse, a cheaper nose option. I mean, I'm just thinking like, if a prostitute that does have a nose,

like a full nose prostitute, if she's getting three pennies for a back alley shag, how much is a silver nose prostitute getting? Or what if the prostitute can't afford the silver nose which you know since they're getting paid so little, she probably can't. What about copper nose? How's she doing?

She starts off all shiny and coppery with her nose and then it ends up all green and crusty as the copper oxidizes. Who's getting it up for green nose? How much is old wooden nose getting? Old pine hunker. The real question that pops up in my head is how much is fucking clown nose getting, right? How much is red clown nose getting? Red clown nose, no way, they're getting more than half a penny, right?

clown nose is giving out hand jobs for a bite of biscuit and only getting that if she looks the other way while she strokes. I feel like a clown nose is a pretty big turn off. And a bigger turn off if you know, the clown nose is not even covering a real nose. It's covering a syphilis scar. That is fucking rough. That is sad and rough.

And don't think about what I'm saying too much because it's so wildly inappropriate. What I'm doing, I guess all of this is, what the fuck do I, why am I worried? Catherine's nose being nicked is used as evidence by some who believed the ripper was an ultra conservative whack-a-doodle who is punishing the prostitutes for living in sin.

One of those pieces of shit. They don't teach you to be poor, not have other viable economic options, and I want to starve to death. How dare you want to scrape a sad shot of life together in a cold and unforgiving shithole of the world out of the little teacher? I'll teach you.

Katherine's body was examined at 2am. It was noted that she must have died within a half hour of being found. No indication of any sexual connection, the mutilation of the body happened after death. At the mortuary, it was discovered that a piece of her blood stained apron was missing. It was quickly discovered by Constable Alfred Long, about a third of a mile away from the crime scene appeared to have been used to wipe a knife clean before being discarded.

There was no way to prove scientifically that the blood, though, was hers, let alone human. They didn't have a good blood analysis back there near the scrape of apron on Goulson Street. Long also found a message that had been left in chalk that said, the Jews are not the men that will be blamed for nothing. Long assumed that this message had been written recently

because no one else had yet touched it, and someone would have raced it quickly had they seen it if they've been living nearby. Now, long, this is Jewish neighborhood, long notified the Lehman Street Police Station and detects this quickly, swarmed area, swarging the flats and searched the entire neighborhood they found nothing.

During the chaos, the city detective Daniel Hulse stood guard over the message. You know, this is evidence. Waiting for the son to come up enough to provide proper light for a photograph. Unfortunately, the writing was out of city jurisdiction was on metropolitan police ground. Superintendent Arnold of the London Metro police

demanded the message be erased. He was afraid of inciting anti-Jewish hate and you know, good reason for that fear. Warren, the Metro police commissioner, rushed know, good reason for that fear. Warren, the Metro Police Commissioner, rushed over, had the message scrubbed out after denying Halses Pleadies to wait and ignoring any suggestions of compromise, such as just temporarily covering it and then get some pictures of it, which would have been the right thing to do. Just cover it up, get some photographs, and then, you know, you got your evidence and,

you know, you have it like incited, you know, fucking panic and pandemonium. Idiotic move to a race and he destroys important evidence in a major investigation and you know you have it like inside it you know fucking panic and pandemonium idiotic move to a race It destroys important evidence in a major investigation and you may remember this whole message of racing situation from that Freemason two-part or so we did not not that long ago Some conspiracy theorists have pointed to this message being erased as part of this big, you know fucking illuminati elders of Zion You know the royals of London Freemason secret society, Secret Society cover up to keep the killer from being caught. The real Jack the Ripper was a Freemason. The killings were part of this horrific, satanic Freemason power ritual and also part of getting

rid of people who were trying to blackmail the crown for the sexual life of one of their own dead, all this fucking nonsense. The devil Jews and the Freemason Wizardry, you know, craziness. Who was Catherine Adaus? Her given name was Kate Kelly and local police were familiar with her. She'd actually been in police custody for excessive drunkenness that same night. She was deemed sober enough to release at 12.30 a.m. left the local station with what was likely the entirety of her physical possessions in her pockets, which we now know what those are because of the police, you know, having to confiscate them while she was, you know, in jail.

Two small blue-bed ticking bags, two clay pipes, small tennis sugar, another of tea, a piece of flannel, six pieces, six little pieces of soap, small comb, a blunt knife, and a spoon, red cigarette case, an empty match case, another piece of red flannel that contained pins and needles, Bollahimp, piece of a piece of an apron, piece of a pair of eyeglasses and two handkerchiefs. That's all she had in the world. It's a fucking, it's just pathetically sad. She was 46 years old at the time of her death, had been married to Mr. Conway in years past, a man named Mr. Conway, had three kids with him before being separated due to her excess of drinking.

That is definitely the theme with these victims. Prostudes who tended to like to give very drunk, which I don't blame them, just trying to drink away their satellites. Their children, group with their father, had little to do with Katherine, the oldest daughter Annie, 23 at the time for mom's murder. Later recounted that Katherine had recently shown up two years prior asking her for money, Annie refused to give it to her, also refused to close the whereabouts of her father and her younger brothers. Catherine would live with a man named John Kelly for the past seven years who have been earning

income as a hawker. Now, hawkers define as a person who travels around selling goods, typically advertising them by shouting. So he yelled at people to buy stuff from him on the street, which doesn't sound as terrible as being an East End prostitute in a civilist riddle of the city, but it doesn't sound good either, man. These people, buying is get your fresh, buying is three, buying is for the two pence, sex cheese, get your sex cheese, six pence for the cheese, three pence to have it go with

the lady, half a pence for the hand job from the from the clown nose lady. Uh, Catherine and John never had much. At one point, it sold their most valuable item, a pair of boots. Oh, fuck, for the money to buy dinner. God dang it. The sadness, the sadness, the immense sadness. You're the best thing you own is a pair of boots and you're selling it for a fucking dinner John knew that she drank too much didn't find her to be troublesome Despite her short disappearances frequent misuse limited funds and the whole sleep with other dudes who may have simplest for money They got along pretty well

He heard that she'd been taken to jail to sober up on her last night alive But wasn't worried as soon as they would just find each other Sunday morning. I guess that was just you know It's part of the deal part of their relationship The East End was in panic mode after these two new killings and the police did what they could to keep the public safe. Major Henry Smith ordered that every man and woman found together after midnight was to be stopped in question, henceforth.

Henceforth, question them. Anderson required that all prostitutes found out from midnight be warned that they could not be guaranteed protection. Warren sent every available man under his jurisdiction into the East End. And then on August, excuse me, October 1st, 1888, another possibly authentic letter arrived to the Central News Agency, and it reads,

I was not caught in the old bus when I gave you the tip. You'll hear about sausage jacks work tomorrow. Double event this time, number one squeal of the bit, couldn't finish straight off. Had not time to get it is for police. I think so keeping the last letter back till go to work again, Jack the Ripper. And this one, the authenticity is question because actually by the time this one was written,

it was public knowledge that the two people have been killed so it's not getting inside info. But the public they don't like it. You know, when the press puts us out, they start to demand that police commissioner Sir Charles Warren resign, you know, they think he's just can't find this person. Let's fucking get somebody who can. There have been no breaks in the case, women are being disemboweled on the street.

The white chapel vigilant vigilance committee forms of volunteer based organization vested in the safety of that community. And they present the queen with a formal request for an offer of reward or capture of the killer on his own. Colonel Frazier, the city police commissioner offers a reward of 500 pounds for information, leading to the capture of the killer on his own Colonel Frazier, the city police commissioner offers a reward of 500 pounds for information leading to the capture of this killer, but still nada, nothing. Now people are pissed. They want someone to blame. Police commissioner Sir Charles Warren gets more of the blame. It's kind of like when a professional sports team has really bad season. It might not be anyone's fault actually. But you know what? It doesn't matter. Someone's getting fucking fired. Heads are gonna roll.

Police demand answers and the news provides them a scapegoat in Warren. The autopsy in quest on Catherine Adales begins October 4th, 1888 as was added over by Mr. SF Langham City Corner, Dr. Sikera and Dr. Brown agree that the murder has been committed in five to eight minutes or the time and in contrast, Dr. Phillips and his opinions on the killings in Metro jurisdiction. They believed that the killer showed no evidence of anatomical knowledge, a little disagreement. They're Dr. Saunders who have been president, the post mortem agreed that someone such as just a butcher or a meat cutter would have sufficient knowledge to commit these crimes. Also agreed that the organs harvested the way they were harvested would be of no professional

use. So someone wasn't doing it to get some organs for whatever kind of fucking medical shit They're doing the most likely letter to have been sent from Jack the river is received by George Lusk head of the White Chapel Vigilance Committee on October 16th 1888 This is the most famous Jack the River letter. It's addressed the return addresses from hell and it contained part of a kidney Which I got to say is a hell. And it contained part of a kidney, which I gotta say is a hell of a way to send letters. Man, if someone's ignoring your emails,

now maybe someone's ignoring your DMs, your tweets, your back in Instagram posts, send them a letter. Send them a letter, a return address from hell, and throw a little kidney in there. That's gonna stand out. You don't get a lot of kidney letters these days. Might also probably will get you some unwanted police attention, but hey, maybe that's the price you pay to get noticed.

Don't do that. Multiple letters supposedly from Jack's Ripper were received by the press and police of time. So many letters, but only those mentioned this timeline, have a chance of being authentic based on Donald Rumblello's research, which includes writing analysis and research into those who later claimed, who aborted them from monetary gain, and more Donald Rumblelow's research, which includes writing analysis and research into those who later claimed to have offered them

for monetary gain and more. Donald Rumblelow, by the way, he's the guy who wrote the complete Jack the Ripper. Third, I'll look into the Jack the Ripper story and a primary source of this episode. Rumblelow is a former police officer of the City of London crime historian, worked as a curator of the City of London's

crime museum for some time and has sat as the chairman of England's crime writer's Association twice. He's likely the most qualified and best research author on the subject of Jack the Ripper. And out of all the letters sent in, this is the only one that can't be disproved with any sense of real evidence reads from hell. Mr. Lask, Sir, I send you, I have to kidnap, I took from one woman, preserved it for you. kidni I took from one woman, preserved it for you. So together, it's really, there's like, fucking horrible spellings. It's hard to read.

Preserved it for you. The other piece I fried and ate it was very nice. I may send you the bloody knife that took it out. If only you waited while longer, signed to catch me when you can, Mr. Lask. And again, like so many like like grammatical spelling errors, they didn't know how to fucking put your sense together. And Dow's body was examined and found to indeed be missing a kidney. November 9th, 8th and eight Mary Jane Kelly's body is found. Another victim, less than a quarter mile from where Chappin had been murdered. Number 26

dorset street. There's a lodging house kept by John McCarthy. A back section of the building had been sectioned off from the rest of the house, had its own separate entrance from Miller's Court room, 13. It was in a busy section of town and Miller's Court was surrounded by the likes of which you would imagine. Six houses full of transient renters. Two of them were definitely used by local prostitutes. Another of which had 300 beds in it

that were rented every night. One of those packed places, Kelly had rented rooms, 13. Since sometime around February or March,, she shared it with her common law husband, Joseph Barnett, but they split after a huge fight over Kelly, wanting to allow another prostitute to room with him. His cram quarters, and apparently Joseph was a one-prost dude kind of dude. 10.45 AM, Thomas Boyer, the shop assistant, was sent to Kelly's room to ask about her past due rent. It's believed that the house owner, McCarthy, may have been letting her run open a tab to gain control over her and force her new situation, where he could reap benefit from

her prostitution. Boyer knocked on the door, but got no answer. So he reached through window broken in Mary's big final blowout fight with Joseph. Any pull to side of the curtain to see an absolutely grotesque sight. The police were sent for, inspector Beck and inspector Abberline arrived at the site, sealed off the room, hoping not to damage any evidence. Dr. Phillips followed and asked that everyone wait until police commissioner Warren could be reached in bloodhounds, a new idea to be used could be brought in.

Unfortunately, no one knew that Warren had resigned the day prior and no hounds would be coming. 130 PM superintendent Arnold decides that they could wait for war no longer and they enter the room. Kelly's throat had been slashed and the ripper's familiar manner, nearly decapitating her. Her abdomen had been cut in torn partially open. Both of her breasts had been cut off fuck.

And her left arm was hanging by nothing but a bit of skin. So really kicked off the violence with this one. Her nose had been removed. The skin had been stripped from her forehead and her legs Oh, just as her legs had been from the thighs to her feet my god, man her liver and bowel has been removed with parts missing Some of this place between her feet all of the removed skin breasts and nose have been set on the table and her own hand Have been placed into her stomach. What in the fuck?

A theory of the time held that someone's final sights, if particularly frightening or violent, could be burned into the retina of the eye because Kelly's eyes were still intact investigators, had them slightly removed from the sockets so that bright lights could be placed behind them. And then photographs were taken of the illuminated pupils. Again, of the pupils, but with attached nerves being, you know, shocked with electricity. The more photos that way, lastly, took more pictures with no illumination, but the nerves still being shocked. Some electrical charge. And sadly, as I read this, I'm just thinking about like, if they had these photographs, these photographs exist somewhere. Some fucking dark son of a bitch,

some weird dark crime collector would pay so much money for those photographs, I am guessing. Of course this yields no results, because it's fucking crazy. What a crazy, what else should they try? Take a brain's act, take a brain's act, so carefully take a brain act and push a little bit of her brain into your ear.

If you get a little of her brain in the end, mix it with yours, the two brains can talk to each other. You can find out what you're thinking in the final moments. Apparently there's an Australian while working that case as well. There were no signs of struggle. No weapon was left in the fireplace. There were remnants of women's clothing that had been burned presumably for for light, but there were no, you know, there were not Kelly's garments, Mrs. Cox, a witness in fellow Miller's court prostitute, witness Kelly, enter the court with short, poorly dressed man around 11, 45 PM. Kelly was reportedly very intoxicated. Cox said goodbye to Kelly, heard Kelly singing at 1am at 3am

when Cox came in. For the last time, Kelly was quiet and the light was out in room 13. Mrs. Praetor and Sarah Lewis had heard a cry for help, but hadn't thought much of it. As it was a solitary cry and not an unheard sound, an unheard of sound, excuse me. Lewis also claimed to have seen a man outside room with their teen in the early morning hours. The inquest, the following Monday, last and less than half a day, to the frustration of virtually everybody, I guess, coronally took the preliminary part of Dr. Phillips' evidence.

Announce that the rest will be heard in the later dates, meaning that limited evidence was provided at that time. The public was ruled that she died due to willful murder by some person of persons unknown. Another witness, George Hutchinson, came forward with an account dealing of, dealing, excuse me, detailing an interaction he had with Kelly, a friend of his, the evening of her murder. He went on to describe a strange man that he saw with her. A man that appeared to be of comfortable status, well dressed, held a package of some sort under his arm. Hutchinson claimed that he appeared to be Jewish. He saw them talk in Miller's court and kiss. Who was Mary Jane Kelly? Well, she's thought to be the last of the Ripper's victims.

She was born in Limerick, Ireland, moved to Wales with her family as a young girl, moved along in an 1884, was rumored to have lived in a gay house, which was a term for a high-end brothel in the West End. She was also rumored to have lived with the gentlemen in France for some time, before returning to London. Folks had kind things to say about her. She was mostly quiet, pleasant and kind.

She was 25 when she died. And the brutal business she engaged in hadn't yet claimed her youthful beauty. But the life was wearing her down. Near the end, she began to drink and indulge much more, even take on the nickname of dark Mary, given to her because she became a loud and mean when she was drunk. Police Commissioner Warren's official announcement of resignation is made to the sound of cheers in the House of Commons on November 12, 1888. He submits a document that serves as his confession of failure

in the investigation. And then slowly and surely, life in the East End goes back to normal. As normal as life could be there at that time. No more Ripper murders, just the normal extreme poverty fills exploitation and rampant civilists. Jack the Ripper is thought to have never struck again by most people, and that, of course, takes us out of this time suck timeline. Good job, soldier.

You've made it back, barely. All right, so now we know about the crimes, but big question, who the hell did it? Well obviously we don't know for sure, or this wouldn't be a historical mystery, but there are suspects. And we're going to look at them in just a bit, but first there are other possible victims, and I want to give an explanation actually before even get to them as to why it was so hard to catch someone in 1888.

Well, not only could you not analyze blood if you found like, you know, that bloody scrap of clothing that they found after the one murder, you know, you couldn't even discern the difference between animal and human blood until 1901. So it was very hard to use, you know, certain blood soaked pieces of things as evidence. Fingerprinting was not a proven or usable method at all yet. The first criminal identification based on fingerprints would happen in 1892, a few years too late in Argentina. There were no police radios, telephones, et cetera. So quick communication, not possible.

I mean, and yes, telephones had been invented at this point, but they were, in the beta testing phase, basically still. The first long distance call of about six miles had happened just a little over a decade, prior prior to 1876 and telephones were extraordinarily rare. And the police, they didn't have it. So that alone would make detective work extremely difficult. Local knowledge, witness accounts, logic, expert opinions, hoping to catch a criminal in the act where the primary means of catching a criminal at that time and mostly just catching red handed was the way you almost had to do it. You know, like short of catching someone criminal at that time, and mostly just catching red handed was the way you

almost had to do it. Like, short of catching someone literally red handed, these cases were extremely difficult to definitively solve. And now before we get to the other possible suspects, let's talk about some of those other possible victims I mentioned. Victim some historians, some armchair investigators have chalked up to the ripper, but the general consensus on these next ones is highly doubtful that whoever killed these women we spoke of earlier, also to come in these murders, but they come up often enough that it felt worthy of including them today's suck. Emma Elizabeth Smith

was another East End prostitute who was murdered a few months before Polly in 1888 with a few hundred yards of that same location. She had survived long enough to walk nearly a mile to London hospital Before succumbing to her injuries the next day. Oh man. This is the most brutal part of this episode She claimed to have been attacked by four men wasn't sure how to identify them and now Jesus Brace yourself for this next detail. If you're eating don't take a bite right now If you're drinking Might want to go put down before proceeding If you're drinking, uh, might want to go put down before proceeding, uh, her face have been beaten and bloodied, but her internal injuries are what killed her.

And this is fucking horrific. A blunt object had been rammed into her vagina with enough force that it broke through the wall separating her vagina from her rectum. Broke through the membrane. Uh, Jesus. why does someone fucking do that to anyone my God? I hope that those four mother fuckers who did this if it was those guys which it sounds like it was Died of the worst four cases of syphilis that the world has ever seen I hope that their noses and that their dirty dick just rotted off of them fucking animals And again while this crime was extraordinarily violent and the victim was a process in the same location, there's just too many differences between it and the others too confidently

attributed to Jack the Ripper. Why would he be working with other people for that one? But I guess you know, since they never saw someone for the other ones, I mean, there's just a theory that it could have been a group of people for each of the crimes. Working Girl Martha Taberm was found murder on August 7, 1888, a little over three weeks before the first victim thought to have been definitively killed by Jack the River. She had been the victim of 39 stab wounds, 39. Despite people being awakened nearby at the time of the crime, three of which were police

officers patrolling nearby, not a single screen was heard, all evidence pointed to the fact that she had been killed where she was found. People began to cry foul after these murders, claiming that if either woman had been a woman of good standing that rewards would have been offered for the capture of their attackers. Now the hysteria from East Enders and anger towards police that we talked about earlier

makes even more sense when you take into account these other two killings that happened before the rest of the Ripper killings. Because it's not like the East end was free from gruesome violence and murder before the river killings. You know, he or they or whatever, you know, just took an unacceptable level of already existing violence and took it even further. And so, you know, there had been other things building towards group and public hysteria

before the murders we talked about earlier. And then there's the murder of Francis Coles in 1891, who also works at the prostitute, and some think she was the final Ripper victim. She was found in the East End, and this is a couple years later, obviously, with her throat having been cut three times, having been cut movements from both directions,

according to Dr. Phillips, and also similar to other Ripper victims, she had been disemboweled. However, the weapon had been a blunt knife as opposed to the sharp instrument used by the Ripper and the early killings. Also, a man named James Thomas Sadler was quickly arrested and blamed for the crime. And his arrest leads us into a look at the suspects, other suspects of Jack the Ripper. There have been hundreds of suspects over the years. Some reasonable, some not, many not. Here's a short list. It contains a mix of both.

And there are a lot out there. I mean, it could be a two hour long episode easy on just brief overviews of all the suspects. Sadly, it was discharged from a ship on which he was working as a fireman, the SSFES 7 PM on February 11, 1891. He went and he had a drink, found lodgings, ran into Frances Coles at the Princess Alice. He had known her for over a year already

This time they left together continued to drink spend the night together Sather brough Francis a new hat that she had asked for the following afternoon They drink in a pub while waiting for it to be altered a bit to fit Coles They continue to drink and Colt eventually picked up the hat pinning it to her dress as the day wore on Sather was mugged by woman and beaten by men It's believed that Colt may have even orchestrated this. His money and watch now gone. He and Cole flee to a lodging house.

They erupted to a loud argument at this point. Several witnesses doing this, which would lead to his later arrest. He tries to re-board the ship. Another altercation in Zeus. He's attacked by a fellow semen. He eventually went into a hospital for the diamond. A lot of fucking attacks.

He didn't attack left and right. At believe in the doc, and being turned away from the lodging houses for lack of coin. Francis Cole, seen by him during this kind of hold to Milch was process and then she's murdered. So a lot of weird stuff going on, a lot of attacks. Then she's killed. February 15th, he's arrested and charged with colds. Murder, luckily for Sadler, he had legal representation through the semen's union and all the charges against him were dropped due to his alibis and due to witness accounts backing up his stories. The police kept an eye on him though, still suspecting but never proving their case. And on the sebratent 1891 his wife Sarah would accuse him of abuse, cruelty and threatening to take her life. Her threats though quickly investigated and she does not pursue

charges. So you know, a lot of a lot of charges around him, a lot of weird shit around him, that murder, definitely dude seemed like a piece of shit, maybe, maybe not a murderer. Another name that's been thrown into the hat of possible Jackson River murders. And I think the thought with him is that if he did that one, maybe he, maybe he would have done the other ones. Another name that's been thrown into the hat of possible Jackson River murders is the German born and British raise modernist painter Walter Ciccert. Highly unlikely that he was Jack the Ripper, but you know, is commonly mentioned. And hopefully I'm pronouncing his name right.

Ciccert, I'm guessing, watch is going to be like, it's actually a psych heart. Aside from having a large influence on Alvin Gard, art Ciccert was often is still considered a suspect, despite being from a comfortable life he was fascinated with urban poor life. And he moved to working class areas in London and his early life. His first major work was developed in the late 1880s around the time of the murders and quickly led to controversy. He painted dark images, painted prostitutes, had a fascination with Jack the Ripper. All this doesn't help, he initially wanted to be an actor in his life of eccentricities,

including dressing and costume in daily life. And one of the costumes he liked to wear was a costume modeled after what Jack the Ripper was supposed to look like. However, at the time, he was not a suspect, just a weird dude. Crime novelist Patricia Cornwell published Portrait of a Killer,

Jack the Ripper case closed in 2002. And she adamantly claimed that he was the guy. She claimed that his penile, fischula, fischula, fischula, essentially an extra hole in his penis shaft. It's usually like a birth defect, you know, and then like you get like a hole, it can be like a hole kind of just going through your penis,

not along like your re-thread, but actually like going through it, I guess maybe horizontally is the best way to describe it. You can have multiple surgeries to try and close, just a thing that can happen. She says that this left him emotionally and physically scar being born with this, having a lot of surgeries as a kid led to a deeply troubling tendencies

that have evolved into murder. But this claim doesn't really make a lot of sense given that he went on to become extremely sexually active, married three times, et cetera. His fascia didn't seem to have hindered his romantic life. She also offered up DNA-based links as proof, but none of the actual DNA she kind of offered came from sicker.

So that's loss. Sounded like she was really trying to force in their narrative. Cornwall received great deal of backlash for taking her theory too far, for not having solid evidence and for destroying supposedly an actual original work by sicker to do some more investigating. Also, there's a very good chance that sicker wasn't actually even in London at the exact time of the murder. There's a chance that he was in France. Author Lewis Carroll is actually a Jack the Ripper suspect. Yeah, the author of Allison Wonderland.

His real name was Charles Lutwidge Dodson, and he was taught at Christ Church until 1881, which was located near the crime scenes in the East End. Richard Wallace would later come in his 1996 book, Jack the Ripper, Light-hearted friend that Carol was the Ripper and that he worked in conjunction with the colleague. And he based this theory off the idea that Carol was already a man of questionable morals. He had pedophilia tendencies that have often been brought up regarding him. I looked into those and there's some weird shit there I didn't know about. He set up a photography studio in one of his homes in Oxford for a while where he'd been a mathematics lecturer and he took self portraits and portraits of famous artists of the

era, like Dante, Gabrielle Rosetti. But he also took a lot of pictures of kids and actually mostly took pictures of kids. And some of them very troubling. There was one that unnerved some BBC, you know, Carol experts particularly. There was this girl, Lorena, that was the elder sister of Alice Ladell, the little girl who would inspire the famous Alice character

in Alice in Wonderland, and Carol befriended Ladell family, and became infatuated with the couple's daughters, Lorena, Edith, and especially Alice, when there were all kids in this BBC documentary about him, this literature professor, Hugh Houghton, says that Carol's relationship with the little girl was known to have a, quote, huge intensity, which would seem, quote, pretty strange now. And then he says, my understanding is that he was in love with Alice, but he was so repressed

that he would never have transgress any boundaries, says Vanessa Tate, great granddaughter of Alice in the documentary. She adds that the explicit photograph may explain found in this documentary, may explain the riff that made Carol break contact with her family in 1863 when Alice was 11. And fucking, there's some creepy-ass pictures. There's one of like him, it's like he's getting ready to kiss one of the girls like they're holding each other in this very sexual way like open mouth like just fucking weird And I looked at other pictures. I mean they're very troubling like like like troubling enough that I I think that I would physically Assault a man if I found out he took pictures like that not think I hope I would if

I do like that, you know took pictures with my daughter So, you know may not be a jack the river probablyough-ripper, probably not. A lot of stretches in this, trying to link him to these crimes, but definitely a fucking dirt back. And another, you know, piece of like quote unquote evidence that supposedly linked him to being jack-thorough-ripper was these anagrams found within his text. Now an anagram is a word of phrase formed by rearranging the letters of a different word of phrase, typically, you know, using all of the original letters exactly one time in the new phrase. For example, or word, like the word anagram

can be rearranged into a Nagaramp. And so here's an example of this with this guy. He wrote the actual author, Lewis Carroll. He wrote the following. So she wandered away through the wood carrying the ugly little thing with her and a great job It was to keep hold of it It also wriggled about so but it last she found out that the proper way was to keep tight hold of itself foot And it's right here now. This is from Carol's nursery Alice and that can be rearranged in an anagram method into

She wriggled about so but at last dodging and bane found a way to keep hold of the fat little whore. I got tight hold of her and slit her throat, left ear to right. It was tough, wet, disgusting too. So weary of it, they threw up, jacked the ripper. Well, as creepy as Lewis may have been, this is crazy. For the reason, the obvious reason that in a large amount of text, you can rearrange almost any large amount of text to make it look like a ripper confession. Many people also thought that killer must have been

a Jewish kosher butcher because of their skill and cutting, the whole leather apron, the skill, you know, some knowledge of anatomy, like, you know, how they had to cut throats of animals, how they had to use and access exceptionally sharp blades as required by Jewish practice and telemetric law, you know, witnesses referenced, you know, witness references to suspects and sightings

and just kind of general, general, excuse me, anti-semitism. So maybe, or maybe not. You know, if it was a Jewish butcher, no one has any idea which of the many, many Jewish butchers working in the East End, it may have been. And then there's Dr. Francis J. Tumblety, a letter from chief inspector, J.G. Littlechild,

who is involved in investigation at the time of the killings to George R. Sims, a writer of the Victorian Ballad. It was Christmas Day in the workhouse, found its way many years later into the hands of historical collector Stuart Evans, and it names Tumblety as the primary suspect. Born in Ireland in 1833, Tumblety grew to be a woman hating con artist at best and jacked

the ripper at worst. He moved with his family to Rochester, New York when he was young, and this may explain the use of Americanisms, the sands and letters received from the ripper, such as boss, some American slang at the time. He claimed to be a doctor after having disappeared from his family for about 10 years, one on the road selling quack cures like the Tumblety Pimple Destroyer raked in enough money to make a living. At one point he was incarcerated for three weeks as a suspect, suspected a conspacopolis to President Lincoln's assassination. Also while

in the DC area his disdain for women became apparent, explaining that his attitude came from personal experience that had been married to someone who continued to work as a prostitute. He told a predominantly male military audience wanted one to the speech, that cattle, his term for women in prostitutes, were of no good use and then showered his dinner guests a large display or showed, excuse me, showed his dinner, dinner guests largest by the contain cases of anatomical specimens over half of which were uterine from every class of woman. He spoke of them in very flammatory terms. He went to England in the 1860s for the

first time where the Scotland yard created a file on him. They were worried about him, noted in his file, his extreme misogynistic attitude towards women. And if you're getting noticed for that in the 1860s, you really got to fuck it. Hey, women, because it's not like women were highly appreciated back in history. And June of 1880, who was visiting England again, chose to stay at the East, instead of his usual hotels, all right, around the time of the killings a little earlier than that. He stayed at 22 baddie street out commercial road right next to Berners Street, where Stryd was murdered. The land lady of the building heard her American lodger come in on September 30th morning after the double murder. He later asked her to clean a shirt for him and it was

wet with blood in the cuffs. So that doesn't look good. She reported into police, but he, but then he had left and never returned to the building. They couldn't find him. October of 1898, the Scotland Yard asked San Francisco police for writing samples from Tumble T. They agreed to do so. The Yard repeated the request November 22nd with urgency as Tumble T had been arrested for gross indecency on November 7th. He's actually registered for getting caught engaged in a homosexual act, which was illegal.

He posted bail, fled to France, bought a ticket on a boat, the US under a false name, the New York Times published an article claiming he was suspect of the White Chapel murders, claimed he'd been arrested on a lesser offense in England as they waited to gather more evidence for the murders, back in New York, tell me what he was supposedly closely surveilled by police, but London police apparently didn't know that,

because little child's letter claims that he was never heard from again after leaving France And reality he moves somewhere quiet and wrote and distributed doctor france the tumble-tie sketch of the life of the gifted eccentric and world-famed physician And which he lashed out at the media for its slander against him And yeah, he's warning the apprehended by feeling from what little info I've come across this guy of all the suspects He seems the most likely to me. Him and HH Holmes, we'll talk about a second. HH Holmes is a little more fantastical, but interesting. This guy seems practically the most likely.

I feel like there's a modern investigation. He'd be, you know, primary suspects. They do some definite DNA testing, try and match him with the DNA from the victims. And then there were, you know, other less likely but popular theories, you know, like security, society cover-ups, like the Freemason cover- there were, you know, other less likely but popular theories, you know, like secret society cover-ups, like the Freemason cover-up we touched

on earlier, other wild possibilities. Suppose some people were trying to extort the royal family or some bisexual fooling around that Prince Albert was up to, and then they then sent their Freemason doctors or William Gold to silence them. We touched on that and the Freemason two-parter. There's that Jack the River connection to H.H. Holmes,

I've mentioned, the man known for the murder castle in Chicago, was discussed as a possible ripper suspect in the history channels eight part series American ripper. You guys know how I feel about the history channels, not the great investigative journalism that goes on there. But this is interesting. Jeff Muggett, Homes, great, great grandson and an established lawyer claimed that he was indeed Jack the River and that the person hung his homes was actually another man.

He based these arguments on diary entries. He had inherited from his murderous ancestor. The similarities drawn between the mutilations, clear desire for ritualized and grew some killings, although the methods dude vary, you know, between H.H. Holmes and Chicago and the Jack Dipper and London. And anatomical knowledge do give his theory a little bit of credence. Parallel of that was the timeline of events. The rumors that the Scotland Yard was investigating

in American and similar handwriting samples and it's an interesting theory. However, it was found that H.H. Holmes was indeed executed in Pennsylvania when DNA tests were eventually done at the gravesite. So Mudge It was wrong about that. However, H.H. Holmes does have a connection to Whitechapel, Jack the Ripper's hunting ground.

His friend and partner in crime from his early days at the University of Michigan when Edmund Buckley came from a wealthy Whitechapel family. Buckley and Holmes, they would run these insurance scams I talked about in the H.H. Holmes suck selling corpses to medical facilities. According to census records, Holmes had a residence in Whitechapel. After he tried to sell the corpse to a local hospital, a formal complaint was filed against him. The records placed him in the Whitechapel area around the time of the Ripper murders. Now, what's he doing more than just his usual corpse pedaling?

Probably a long shop, but it's an interesting possibility that it could have been Holmes. Incredible that with all the atrocities the world has witnessed, this one does still hold interest. You know, we're still talking about this. The Johnny Depp film from Hell, Dicex, The Freemason, Jack the Ripper, Anglebit, over a thousand books have been printed about Jack the Ripper. There are extensive websites dedicated to possibilities around his crimes. There have even been numerous magazines devoted only to Jack the Ripper, such as Ripperana, which ran from 1992 to 2000.

Wow, man. So what have we learned today? Overall, well for me, I learned that learning about the crimes of Jack the Ripperana, which ran from 1992 to 2000. Wow, man. So what have we learned today? Overall, well, for me, I learned that learning about the crimes of Jack Ripper was really good excuse to learn about something I found in the end to be more interesting. What life was like for too many East Enders in late 19th century London? Holy shit, man, the filth, the death, in human living conditions, the rampant prostitution, the veneerial disease, the violence.

Think about the thousands and thousands and thousands of people who lived the bleakest of lives in just that one city and just that one small portion of history. Makes me think about how good I have it, right? You know, how good I've had it. On my rides around the sun, and yes, we do live our lives revolving around the sun, flat earthers.

Shit, man, even when I was at my poorest, I still never worried about actually not having a bed to sleep in. I never worried about being tossed out on the street where I'd have to sell my body just to barely survive. Never fought anybody over fucking soap. I'm not a bad student, I'm not a bad student, I'm not a bad student, I'm not a bad student, I'm not a bad student, I'm not a bad student, I'm not a bad student, I'm not a bad student, I'm not a bad student, I'm not a bad student, I'm not a bad student, I'm not a bad student, I'm not a bad student, I'm not a bad student, I'm not a bad student, I'm not a bad student, lucky in comparison, right? And even if you don't, you're still lucky if you're even able to listen to this podcast because you're alive. You're not fighting over soap. You haven't been brutally murdered. More than the victims of the ripper ended up being able to claim.

So I guess I say use the darkness. We just explored in this podcast to remind you of how much light there may be in your life. You may have it bad, but I doubt you're getting, you know, a fuck for less than what it cost to buy a pound of cheese. And with that, let's let's head over to top five takeaways. Time, suck, top five takeaways! Number one, life in the White Chapel area of the East End and life in the East End of London in general was really terrible in 1888. Cifillus, rampant and incurable. Dudes, standing in lines, hoping they were lucky enough to get picked to take baths together. Prostitutes, not getting paid enough to buy cheese.

Sometimes their noses are rotten off. Number two, there is an actual chance of H.H. Holmes that murderous Chicago maniac was also Jackson Ripper, which is darkly fast-handed to me. And is that why the murder suddenly stops? You know, because H.H. Holmes had to head back to America, violent serial killers don't generally commit those types of murders and then just stop, you know, and start living their normal life. Number three, be nice to Jewish people.

Holy fuck if they had it rough throughout history. Anti-Semitism and European history seem to be virtually inseparable. Number four, horses were kicking out 1,000 tons of horse shit a day on the streets of London, 1,000 tons. So maybe having potholes on your street really isn't that big of a deal after all. Number five, new info, the case was just all this morning. According to my sources,

Jethoreipper was none other than the 22nd and 24th president of the United States, Grover Cleveland. Think about it. He had a ripper-esque of the United States, Grover Cleveland. Think about it. He had a ripper-esque mustache. His name is Grover. He doesn't look overly friendly when you see pictures of him. So that's something. No.

Of course not. There's been no, we found him update. That would just kind of kill the entire episode, actually. If you want real new info, though, highly suggest checking out Jack the Ripper and it's Jack dash the dash Ripper dot org. Man, it is a very well maintained and comprehensive website dedicated only to Jack the Ripper. It's just a one stop shop for all things Ripper. Seriously, if you want to learn more about Jack, man, you could spend weeks on that website.

Link in the episode description. Time to suck top five takeaways. Jack the Ripper has been filed in the bin sucked folder. It's been put in the bow jangle suck file cabinet. Was he H H homes? Why is that so darkly interesting to me? Maybe, a new stand up comedy album, maybe on the problem, still out now. Still able to be scooped up and download an iTunes Amazon Google Play if you're a stand up fan. Treat yourself to a stand-up fan, treat yourself

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It's been, really helps keep it on the charts, helps other people find it. And thanks to Harmony Velocamp, Jessie Dobner, Lindsey Cummins, Josh Crel, our newest member, Alex. Alex is Alex Dugan, right? He's on the fucking team now. I gotta start writing him in the thanks section. So glad to have him on board.

So glad to have the team. So glad to have my sister Donna Hale on board, helping to research not only this episode, but also Monday's episode. So surprised by her research, again, by the way, she does a great job, and I didn't think she would, because as a kid, she was always pretty dumb. She was always, I would say very dumb.

She always, the family we would talk about her, just being worried about her lack of any defiantable talent, and she smelled weird, and she was a bad person, and she looked funny. And I'm kidding, of course, I love my sister and she's great, she's always been great. Fun to be able to collaborate with her. This Monday, we are working with her again.

She helped on the research on a UFO episode. We're moving back in the UFO direction. It's about damn time, it's been way too long. We're sucking on the men and black, the real ones, not the Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones movies, which are fun. Now, we're sucking on the possibly real life inspiration for those films men in UFO lore The men and black are men dressed in black suits who claim to be government agents who show up with the scene

of a UFO siding show up to visit those who claimed to have you know had a siding You know they they apparently threatened and harass witnesses to keep them quiet something they worked for the government Something they worked for this kind of one-world government organization, something they're aliens themselves. Have they been harassing sighting witnesses since at least 1947? We're going to find out. It's just a good excuse to look into UFO stuff in general. Perfect timing, too.

I took a noober from the Sacramento Airport to my hotel yesterday and the driver and I got to talk and told him about this podcast. I guess he felt like I was a kind of person. You could trust with the same foe. He didn't seem like a wack of doodle and he tells me about how he and high school buddy saw you a foe back in Hutchinson, Kansas Just outside of Hutchinson in the early 80s when he was in his early 20s You know grew up working on farms and he said he wasn't drunk when it happened because I asked He said he and a buddy had been doing farm work all day long

So a hot summer day at the end of the day, you know They went to go get showered up and then head out to a local bar and have a few drinks. They're getting ready to hit the bar not long after the sun goes down and then suddenly his friend, as he's getting dressed, tells him to run outside. His friend, and he hop in the car, they head down to the end of the driveway

and he doesn't know what's going on. And his friend's just like, you gotta see this, you gotta see this. And then he shows him over the, make it the end of the driveway, it feels like a crest of a, we're kind of small hill, they look at all of a sudden,

he said there was this huge dark, look like it was two story tall, completely silent, giant black triangular aircraft. So I'm kind of spacecraft hovering in the sky above them. He said it was enormous, like football field sized. And then it had a few lights,

and then it seemed to be watching them a bit, and then it just silently floated away, not making a single sound out over some farmland and just disappeared into the night. So who knows, maybe he was bullshit, maybe it's nonsense, but what if that shit is true? And what if the men in black are true as well? Let's suck into it.

And now let's find out what you suckers have been drawn into this past week with today your time, sucker updates. Okay, just a few updates today because the suck was long. It's a long one and I was barely able to get it done with my traveling and time for today's release. But some good ones. Some good ones. First up funny story about time, sucker Casey Jones.

Listen to the green river killer suck. This past money suck with his mom. Did you introduce her to the show? I'm not sure that was the best episode to do that, but I love it. Casey writes Dear Lord Master, Dr. Reverend Mr. Cummins Esquire. You were asking how many people you get with the jokes throughout the podcast. Well, with the green river killer you did. I was taking my mother across town and threw on the latest time suck. When you said you would kill, and when you said you would kill someone, the look of horror on my mother's face was amazing

and almost made me veer off the road. After a few extra, is he serious questions? From my mom, you got to the Chiquitilla Raston Academy spot. And when I was asked, or when you asked, how, no, when I was asked by my mom, how do they get previous years campers' faces? I lost it. I could not contain my joy anymore and had to explain the inside jokes. She didn't get it. But the last said, you were funny even if she didn't understand everything. Thank you, Casey Jones.

I guess it was a good episode in this video, mom too. But that fucking cracks me up. Because I can just imagine like my mom, like if I wasn't doing this podcast, but it was the same exact podcast, and I was showing it to my mom. And she listened to those parts. I can only imagine the looks.

She'd be like, what in the fuck are you listening to? What are you talking about? So that made me laugh so hard, thank you. And next up, another funny one, little fake virtue signaling. I'm so obsessed with that right now. Got troll harmony, who's just talking about being obsessed as well harmony velocamp.

Got trolled the other day from time sucker, Chad Ingram, and I love it. Chad wrote in saying, the green river killer was a bad man, like really, really bad, serial killer bad, and that is really bad, and I don't like that, because it's bad, killing people and stuff. So bad.

Just sending this because I knew it would annoy you. You're welcome, keep on sucking and filling out range of knowledge, stay chat, that cracks me up. Finally, super cool update. From Time Sucker and Spasels, Adam Thoreau, who sent a letter, a really touching letter, into the suck dungeon last week,

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And to be, you know, doing some good in the world, uh, the we are reminded so often in these sucks that can be so fucking cold and brutally unforgiving. You're a bunch of beautiful meat sacks. And I love this shit out of you. Thanks, time suckers. I need a net. We all did. Alright, have a great weekend. Men in black coming up right around the corner. Don't get syphilis. Don't get syphilis the next few days. And if you do, get treated. Before you end up, where you know, before you end up wearing a clown nose and dulling out hand jobs for biscuit bites. And keep on sucking.