The computer was down for 2 1/2 weeks. That got me out of the habit of posting and into the habit of doing other things instead.
I hate to say it, but I also have writer’s block. Most of us do. And not to blow my own horn, but the only writers I have ever known to get blocked unless they had some mental problem like my father were all pretty damn good writers. Poor writers don’t get blocked. And my Dad was actually a pretty good writer. He just had Obsessive-Compulsive Personality Disorder which meant he spent two days writing a two page paper because it was never good enough.
Not talking about myself here again, but good writers are often perfectionists although some can really churn it out. It’s never quite good enough and deep down inside, many good writers have the terrifying feeling that they actually suck and are terrible writers. It doesn’t make sense, but our fears seldom do. But that doesn’t make them any less real.
So, I have been busy but busy doing other things rather than this. I’m also sleeping like a rock, usually minimum 12 hours a day. I’m not sure what is going on, but I do take hardcore sedating drugs before sleep so maybe that has something to do with it.
I need to get back into the swing of things though. Sorry about the delays!
Mostly just lots of short stories these days. They’re all considered classic literature. One book is a set of French short stories by writers who are considered to write classic literature.
The French book was published in 1960, so we are dealing with dated material here, all over 60 years old:
Charles Baudelaire: Paris Spleen (1869). “Prose poems or proems,” an odd literary form. Very nice. I have read The Flowers of Evil (both are books of poetry), and I cannot recommend them highly enough, especially Le Fleurs du Mal. French Symbolist literature, or more properly, Decadent literature, from the late 1800’s. He hung out with Paul Verlaine, Arthur Rimbaud and Stéphane Mallarmé, all of them haunting Parisian bars in drunken ecstasy.
He as actually straight, unlike some of those other guys who were homosexuals. He was sickly, nuts, erratic, a drug-addict, flake, dilettante, gambler, spendthrift, and heavy drinker who lived his whole life in poverty. He attempted suicide once. Dead at 46. Marcel Proust said Baudelaire was the greatest poet of the 19th Century. He was also praised by Edmund Wilson and T. S. Eliot, who actually referred to himself as a “Baudelarian.” He was claimed by both conservatives and liberals. On the left, Walter Benjamin praised him.
Francois Mauriac: The Grand-Lebrun (1933). First thing I ever read by this guy. Has a James Joyce feel about it, especially Portrait of an Artist as a Young Man.
In the other book, published in 1968, so these stories are all over 50 years old:
Anton Chekhov: Misery (1885) and Rothschild’s Fiddle (1894). These are better than either of the French stories. This is the first Chekhov I have read. He’s 19th Century Russia, so I warn you, these stories, like most Russian lit from that time, are depressing and gloomy as Hell. Someone either dies, has just died, or will soon die, or all three at once. Nevertheless, his style is truly amazing and heartrendingly beautiful and sad. He is said to be one of the masters of the short story.
Ernest Hemingway: Big Two-Hearted River (1925). This one also is almost perfect. Classic Hemingway understated yet perfect prose. He doesn’t waste a sentence or probably a word. His writing is based on the Iceberg Theory. I’ve also read a number of his novels A Farewell to Arms, For Whom the Bell Tolls,The Old Man and the Sea, and The Sun Also Rises. I also read Death in the Afternoon (nonfiction) along with In Our Time and Men without Women, short story collections.
William Faulkner: Dry September (1930). Nice little story, terrible subject matter. He catches the South in all of its casual brutality. I also read Light in August, and it is excellent. Can’t recommend it enough. It’s written a lot in stream of consciousness, so you have to pay attention to whose mind he is in and who’s talking at the time. Also a lot of it is in dialect.
Vladimir Nabokov: First Love (1943). This story is just gorgeous, but it’s not an easy read at all. He’s one of my favorite writers ever, truly one of the greats. However, he is not an easy read at all. Like Hemingway, his work is full of hidden details, references, clues, puns, on and on. I’m not sure if it’s possible for the non-intellectual to read his stuff on an entertainment level.
I’ve also read Lolita and Bend Sinister. Both are good, but Lolita, the story of a pedophile (or hebephile) child molester and relationship with the extremely precocious, gum-smacking 12 year old sexpot Lolita, is out of this world, one of the greatest books of the 20th Century. I do know that it can be read on different levels though, and even at a basic level, it is incredible. If you wish to go hunting for the endless Easter eggs peppered all through this symbolism-shot book, you can do that too. If you haven’t read it, do so. Don’t worry about the disturbing subject matter. It’s something we talk about all the time anyway. We just don’t talk about it like this.
Richard Wright: The Man Who Lived Underground (1944). This is the first I have read of this author, the famous Black writer of the classic Native Son, which I probably need to read sometime. He’s very angry and all of his writing is about racism and Whites’ unjust treatment of Blacks. His writing is cold, vicious, cruel, and often horribly violent. But if you can handle him, he’s quite good. And to be fair, Blacks were treated terribly back when he was writing.
Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.: EPICAC (1950) and Next Door (1955). Both of these were great! Both of them are as good as a Chekhov or Borges short story, and that’s the gold standard. There’s often a wild twist at the end.
I’ve read quite a few books of his. I’ve read Breakfast of Champions or Goodbye Blue Monday!; Cat’s Cradle; God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater or Pearls Before Swine; Happy Birthday, Wanda June; Mother Night; Player Piano; Sirens of Titan; Slaughterhouse-Five or The Children’s Crusade: A Duty-Dance with Death, all novels. I’ve also read Welcome to the Monkey House, a book of short stories (now rereading it). In addition, I read Wampeters, Foma and Granfalloons (Opinions), nonfiction.
Vonnegut is very nice. He’s quite simple and anyone can read him. But his work is nevertheless absolutely brilliant. Because it’s so simplistic, there’s a tendency to see him as overrated, until you read him again and you realize just how brilliant he really is. If you like easy reading, I’d recommend any of the books above. They’re entertaining and funny, too, often in a self-deprecatory way. As a person, he was a huge asshole to just about everyone, but again, that’s not unusual with these genius types. They’re out to lunch in a lot of ways, and socially can be one of them.
Carson McCullers: The Sojourner and The Jockey (both 1955). First I have read of her too. Interesting writer. Sort of Hemingway-like, understated stuff. Overtones of melancholy.
James Allen McPherson: On Trains (1961). I had never even heard of this author before and at first I thought it was just the author trying to be antiracist by throwing in some Black (or other designated oppressed minority) author to get woke points. I was shocked. He’s excellent. If you like Black writers, check this guy out.
He writes about race a lot, but in a subtle, understated, matter of fact way, sort of like Faulkner. But he also deals with the reality of Black-White sexual relationships, which was probably controversial in his day. When he went to Yale, he had already experienced quite a bit of racism, but he seemed more philosophical and “I’m going to show those White boys how good I am” about it. He’s not nearly as militant and angry as Wright.
John Updike: A & P (1962) and The Doctor’s Wife (1962). A & P is one of the all-time greats. Then again, not much happens. But that’s true of the best short stories of all.
Consider For Esme, with Love and Squalor by J. D. Salinger. What happens? Not a whole lot. But it’s one of the best short stories of its time. And Updike is rather like Salinger in that way. His writing is very subtle and to figure it out properly, you need to get down below the basic writing to figure out what he’s really getting at. He shows. He doesn’t tell.
And dialogue is very important. He deals well with shades of emotion, feeling, and mental states that are often pretty hard for us to put our fingers on, and we would probably deny them even if we could. There can be a sense of lost opportunity or hypocrisy. His male characters are often gross sexists.
Misogyny is often apparent. I’m reading a recent novel of his, Towards the End of Time, and the same thing is going on. In many cases, this has to do with the author’s relationships with his ex-wives. But the lyrical Melvillean prose dancing off the pages of of this much later novel is joyous to read just for style alone..
I also read Hugging The Shore, a book of his book reviews and literary criticism. It was very good.
Donald Barthelme: Margins (1961) and See the Moon? (1966). This is literally some of the strangest and weirdest fiction I’ve ever read. It’s like this new fiction style called Weird. That’s about the only way to describe it. However, as an author, he is absolutely brilliant in a lot of different ways. You wonder how one man carried all this knowledge and insight in his 10 pound brain. I liked these stories, but they sure were weird all right. Plus which not much happens, but apparently that’s the idea.
I’ve read Amateurs; Come Back, Dr. Caligari; Forty Stories; Great Days; Sadness; Sixty Stories; Snow White; and Unspeakable Practices, Unnatural Acts, all short story collections. There was a time in the 80’s when I was binging on that stuff.
Jorge Luis Borges: The Secret Miracle (1962) and Funes the Memorious (1967). Borges is the great Argentine writer, one of the best writers of the last century. Nevertheless, he’s not for everyone and he’s a bit hard to get into. This writing is similar to Barthelme’s, but it is on a whole different level. It has been called magical realism. It has been called a lot of things. But there is no writing quite like it anywhere else.
It’s a bit like Gabriel Garcia Marquez of 100 Years of Solitude fame. After all, they are both South Americans and magical realism was birthed on the continent. He’s also rather like Ray Bradbury in terms of showing us fantastic and otherworldly visions of our world which are at once our own world and then again, something else entirely. I’ve always felt there was a bit of Franz Kafka in there too. There’s often a sense of tragedy in his writing, and usually someone dies. Death is always waiting around the corner. I’ve Ficciones and Labyrinths, both short story collections, during my time at university from 1978-1981.
John Barth: Life-Story (1968). John Barth wrote in The Literature of Exhaustion in 1967 that the novel form was used up and there was not much to do anymore as it had all already been done. It caused quite a stir on the lit scene. It appeared around the time that Roland Barthes, a literary critic, wrote The Death of the Author. Both are considered to be seminal texts in the emerging movement of postmodernism. Much literary criticism now continues to echo Barthes in positioning “author” and “reader” as completely different battling entities. It spends a lot of time mining the interplay between the two.
In 1980, he wrote The Literature of Replenishment in which he singled out Borges and Nabokov (see above) as two writers who were indeed doing new things with the novel instead of the same old same old.
Barth’s writing is self-consciously postmodern. After The Floating Opera and The End of the Road, things started getting weird. He became known for metafiction, that is fiction about the writing of fiction. The “writer” of whatever piece you are reading will often make an appearance, say a few things, and disappear.
Perhaps he will remind you that you’re only reading a book. Perhaps he will say that the story you are reading is really a story about an author writing a story. Which is about an author writing a story. And on and on. Get the picture? He was the first professor of Creative Writing in the US in 1953, although that is hard to believe. Now these departments are everywhere and all of their graduates are churning out at least a novel or two. To say we are swamped is an understatement.
His writing is full of a lot of self-conscious talk about novel-writing, how to write a novel, the components of a novel, the various ways one can choose in which to write a novel, the levels on which you can write them, characterization, plot, background, conflict, on and on. He often starts talking about this right in the middle of your reading, so you are reading along and then this “author” guy pops up and tells you there’s going to be a big plot change coming up ahead, so get ready for it. It’s weird and jarring but it’s very interesting.
This stuff is very hard to read and can be quite confusing at times. It’s also frustrating. But if you like to bend your mind a bit, this is a good place to do it.
I have read The Sot Weed Factor. That’s considered to be his best book.
You either like this writer or you don’t. I assure you that he is absolutely brilliant. But he’s not for everyone and some may find him a bore or end up throwing the book at the wall. Caveat emptor.
Saul Bellow: “A Father to Be” (1953): Interesting little story. In his early novels and short stories, the wild goings-on in the heads of his characters, who all have very rich and complex fantasy and emotional lives, is matched by the world, which is about as strange and active as the material in their heads. This can be seen in Dangling Man, The Victim, and even in The Adventures of Augie March and Seize the Day. After that, things start getting really weird and the outside world or the plots start veering way off course from the character’s inner lives. The mismatch between the two offers a lot of the conflict.
I have read Humbolt’s Gift at university, but I found it a bit of a chore honestly, and it was also rather boring. But then, I was 22, so hey. Maybe if I read it again at my age, I might get a lot more out of it.
It’s about the poet Delmore Schwartz, whose live was as wild as his poems. He wrote Under Milkwood, a Play for Voices. I’d never read it but maybe it’s not supposed to be read with your eyes. Maybe as the title implies, it’s supposed to be heard with your ears. I heard it on the radio one and the genius and brilliance of it was almost impossible to fathom. It was as good as Ulysses. Really. I don’t even know how he did it? How can one man do such a thing.
He drank himself to death at an early age like so many of these guys do. The story is he went to a bar and asked how many drinks he would have to drink to die and people at the bar estimated 17. So he proceeded to then drink precisely 18 drinks of alcohol. You know how this story ends, right? He died. Call it a suicide. Or a parasuicide. Anyway, it’s a typical way for this types, men as well as women, to take their final sleep.
I think the most common cause of death in poets must be suicide. And so many of them are depressives or manic-depressives. But it’s a fine line between creativity and mental illness and that’s why so many of us artistic types are so nutty. Yeah, I consider myself an artsy type. If I’m not, sue me. Anyway, it’s a great excuse for being crazy!
Also, an unbelievable number of poets are more or less gay. A lot of the women are lesbian or bi and often dykey or mannish. Gay male poets are almost a stereotype. But then the link between the Arts and Homosexuality was noted as far back as Antiquity. Some have even suggested that should a cure for homosexuality or genetic testing show up, we might want to keep gays around just for their creativity. As with so many questions of some but not great importance, I’m inclined to leave that up in the air or for the Gods to work out, which is basically the same thing.
A while back I was going through a bunch of poets because I had nothing better to do with my time and I kept running into this Gay-Suicide-Poet thing. A lot of the women’s dykeyness was turning me off, and I was terribly sad to find out that some of my favorite male authors were batting for the other team.
Then I achieved an epiphany. I don’t really if so many of these poets are faggots, dykes, and suicides or some combination of first two and the third, their lives were worth it and glorious and beautiful and perfect just for leaving us that sublime silver prose that sings off the pages as we read it. They did not die in vain. And perhaps there’s a place in the world for folks like that. It takes all types to fill the freeways.
Yep, he sure was. Underneath all of that macho bravado, he was just another one of us pathetic introverts. First of all, he wrote every morning from 6 AM – 10 AM. All alone in his writing cottage of course. All of us have to write alone. You can’t write if other people are around. Well, at least you’ve got to shut the door. Admittedly, it’s not a very sociable hobby. After that, he had lunch, then he’d go off to the bar or wherever and drink or rabble rouse with the boys.
What nobody knows is that Hemingway was actually painfully shy. See all that boozing? That’s called liquid introversion, folks. That’s why he drank so much, to kill his shyness. It works for some of us if we’re not too far gone.
We think of Hemingway as carousing it up in wild and dangerous men’s bars, right? Try again. Let’s walk into one of his favorite bars right now. Maybe it’s in Italy, or the Alps, or Paris, or Key West, or best of all, Havana. Sure it’s wild at the main bar where the bartender’s serving up drinks. So where’s Hemingway? Damn! There he is, off in a darkened corner of this particular clean, well-lighted place, drinking alone in the dim light. Which is usually exactly how you found him.
Finally, one more algebraic proof and we will be off. How do we know Hemingway was an introvert? Well, he was a great writer, no? That’s all the evidence you need. All great writers are introverts. No exceptions, ever. Extroverts can’t be great writers. They’re just not wired up that way. For one, they hate being alone. That’ll kill it right there.
Related to the Delphi Murders, as you well know, I am widely hated. People say have never been right even one time, lie about and make up everything I say and in general am not a credible source. I will use this piece as a general reference to my credibility instead of addressing it endlessly in every post.
However, they have been saying exactly this about many different things I ever written over the last 15 years, Consistently, I was shown to be right and they were wrong. Not one hater ever apologized and all continued to describe me as discredited and said that nothing I had ever said had been shown to be correct.
Particularly that I have no credibility and have never been right about anything. On the contrary I have been right about many things. I’m even correct about many of my political, philosophical, and other intellectual views because I think over all of these positions intensively before I make a decision about which position or philosophy to take.
As far as the matter at hand, many of my Delphi rumors have been proven correct, mostly correct, or somewhat correct over the years. When Leigh Kerr came out with his leaks from case documents, many of my haters on Reddit kept remarking at how similar Leaker’s shocking leaks were to and how closely they resembled many of the things I had been saying for years. Well, of course. It’s always like that. The thing is these same people who said so much of what I said was proven right are now saying I have no credibility and I’ve never been right about anything. See how people are?
I recently had a long relationship – mostly just a friendship – with a young woman aged 27-28. She was 30 years my junior. One thing she kept saying over and over is how wise I was and how I had so much wisdom. Of course. I have had other young people on the Net who called me “sensei.”
I am currently the chosen mentor of a few young men in their 20’s, though I don’t mentor them enough. They chose me as their mentor. And I have heard that there are young women whom I am a mentor to, all in their 20’s. They say I’m their hero, idol, or mentor. A man in India recently wrote me and said his father, a very learned man, read my stuff and said that it was most wise and correct view of life he’d ever read in 60 years.
I attracted a huge legion of haters that grew and grew as I got more and more famous, well, Net-famous anyway. Related to this website and the articles I wrote, I have had three offers to be on TV and one offer to be in a documentary movie in Canada. One of the shows that wanted me on was Inside Edition. Yes, Inside Edition invited me on their show. All of you haters out there – how many of you have been offered to appear on the famous TV show Inside Edition? Not one of you.
I’ve been interviewed once on real radio and several times on Net radio, often for a full hour. These have ceased because the politics of the site and mine have drifted apart.
I can’t believe how many well-known people are familiar with this website. I recently had an offer to interview a TV-famous talking head pundit who has been on TV, the radio, and podcasts many times. He has written a few books proving that Republicans have been stealing our elections with voting machines for decades. He asked the name of my site and I told him and he said, “Oh yes! Great website! I’ve read it.” What? What? This famous guy who writes books and goes on TV reads my website? But he wasn’t the first.
I don’t know it requires to be a “professional freelance journalist,” but I would say that anyone with a BA in Journalism who has a blog qualifies. See here on Rational Wiki, where the excellent authors of this website refer to me as a freelance journalist.
Possibly the earliest reference to an “alternative left” comes from the blog of freelance journalist Robert A. Lindsay in August 2015. Lindsay, describing some on the far-left moving away from identity and social justice politics and moving towards focusing more on Economic Populism, proposed the alt-left as a “mirror” of the alt-right and described it as left-wing on economics and right-wing on social issues.
In general the “Alt-Left” could be considered more radical than the “Realist Left”, being to their right on social issues and to their left on most everything else.
It has also been said that I am not a “legitimate” journalist. Look. I graduated from J-School. If you’re doing journalism, you’re a journalist. Julius Stryker was a journalist, an ugly one yet still legitimate. He was hanged for his journalism. Der Strumer was a magazine, a legitimate magazine.
There are no legitimate and illegitimate journalists, newspapers, or magazines. There are only journalists, newspapers and magazines. If they exist they are legitimate.
Really all bloggers who are writing about topical events are journalists. Are they professionals? I have no idea, but some of the better ones may as well be. It really doesn’t matter whether a journalist is paid or not. Does it matter whether an artist’s work sells or not? Does it matter whether a musicians is in an actual money-making band. Does it matter if a writer’s work is published or unpublished? Not really. Plenty of great artists who never sell their stuff or make a nickel off of it.
Also I have published numerous pieces for money in magazines and small local papers. I have even published short fiction in literary magazines. In addition, I recently published a chapter in an academic book on Linguistics published out of a university in Turkey. It took me five years to write it. I had to make it through two peer reviews with the top names in the field and it passed. So, yes, I am a published author.
I also write for peer reviewed academic journals. In addition, I have refereed for a journal. That means serving on the peer review board. The field I published in is Linguistics.
Yes, I was an assistant editor of a large magazine for a while, but that was 40 years ago.
My enemies trash my writing skills but the general opinion is that I am very good. They’ve been saying this since I was seven years old, believe it or not. I started a novel at age nine. In particular, I do not see many grammatical or spelling errors in my work. This is another accusation. My writing has better punctuation and spelling that most people I write to on the Net.
Since my enemies insist that I am seriously mentally ill, I may as well come clean. I’ve been diagnosed probably ~30 times over the years by clinical psychologists and psychiatrists. It is true that I do have a mental disorder, and I do take psychiatric medication for it. Not that there’s any shame in that, despite what my enemies think. I have been diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, which is an anxiety disorder. Most people with OCD are not crazy and do not appear crazy. Maybe a bit distracted. Maybe a little nervous like most anxiety disorder types. Most people I meet don’t treat me like I’m nuts. I don’t say weird things or engage in strange behavior. I’m the most normal guy around.
Furthermore, I’m pretty shy, so I don’t even talk much, and when I do, I have a very soft voice. If you meet me, I look like this brainy nerd soft spoken intellectual college professor guy with preppy clothes. Some people from the Net – my fans – came out to meet me and they were shocked at how introverted I was. I pretty seem like this nicest guy you’ll ever meet. This is of course the complete opposite of how my enemies describe me. If you told people who know me all the crazy stuff my enemies say about me, they would probably fall over laughing because I’m not anything like that.
I do not have any personality disorder on Axis 2. My personality is healthy. I don’t have any issues with sociopathy. I’m not narcissistic at all, but I do have high self-esteem, which is not the same thing.
I generally do not have any serious mood disorder, but I do feel a bit down a lot. I doubt it meets criteria for anything. I don’t suffer from mania.
I don’t have any psychotic disorder and I never have. I’ve never been psychotic for a day in my life.
Perhaps my writing rambles a bit. Who knows? A lot of us writers ramble on. It’s not pathological and it’s not even a sign of bad writing. Read James Joyce, Virginia Woolf, Thomas Wolfe, or William Burroughs some time. Some of the greatest authors of all “rambled.” We ramble because we write too much. That’s why they have these people called editors. Because most of us serious writers ramble and go on and on and write forever, as in way too much. Editors exist to cut the typical good writers prose down to size.
I’ve already stated many times that I never made up a lie one time on here. I am a professional, and this is a violation of professional ethics.
Many critics think it’s ridiculous that I get access to good sources, official documents, including confidential sources with important people who give information that is secret or supposed to be under wraps. I was trained to do this. I know how to interview and how to acquire, cultivate and keep sources around. I know how to get secret and official documents that are supposed to be confidential.
I talk to people all the time who tell me they will get in trouble if it gets out that they talked to me. I honor strict confidentiality and will do anything to protect my sources. So, yeah, I do know how to get “inside sources,” “special sources,” etc. I’m trained to do that. I’m sort of an investigative reporter because I specialize stories where a lot of the information is supposed to be secret. I’ve also broken some pretty huge stories that even caught the attention of documentary film makers.
In addition, I founded a brand new political movement, so I am a political activist. At one time this movement had 18,000 members on Facebook groups. It’s a movement with its own carefully thought out political philosophy with position statements, manifestos, etc. A political scientist, a professor at a university in Poland, found out about my movement and wrote a couple of articles about it for political science journals. So it was important enough to get written up in the journals.
This post has now been updated. See here for the April 4 update. It’s even crazier than this update!
First, a pitch for support for this website and our sleuthing group:
People are donating lots of money to Delphi podcasters Mike Greeno and Gray Hughes, which is their right. Gray makes over $100,000/year from his podcasts, which is fine by me. I don’t agree that any of these people are grifters as everyone says. A grifter is literally a criminal fraudster and he is breaking the law.
The people paying Hughes and Greeno clearly feel that they are getting their money’s worth. But what shocks me is how little these men give their audiences in return for their purchases. Gray’s videos run to 3-4 hours and may contain five minutes of useful material if you are lucky during that time. Greeno’s videos are almost completely worthless, and group members who have spoken to him told me he has nothing new to add to the case.
Which brings me to the question, why not donate to our enterprise here? It’s a much better purchase for your money than throwing money at Hughes and Greeno, for which you get almost nothing in return. And you won’t by enriching someone who is already wealthy like Hughes. I live on a fixed income which is barely above the poverty level. Our group is clearly the best Delphi sleuthing group on the Internet by far.
Unlike any other sleuthers, we have actually determined the main suspect in the case, and we have a pretty good idea of what happened during the crime and what the crime scene looked like.
And most of what we have reported is based on solid sources such as search party members, official case documents, and LE sources close to the investigation. No one else has come close to uncovering the amount and quality of information we have, and almost the entire community rejects our findings even though they are correct.
So why waste your money on Hughes and Greeno? Why not donate to the best Delphi sleuthing team of all by donating to me, leader of a group of 230+ sleuthers who have been working on the case for four years now? How about getting your money’s worth?
This post is very long. It runs to 28 pages. I’m sorry but I’m afflicted with both graphomania and logorrhea (same thing). We writers love to write and once we get started, we just can’t quit, like any other addiction to dope, gambling, sex, porn, or whatever. Except you never get the peak high, and there’s no post-high crash. The high continues the whole time, and there’s relief when you’re done as in an accomplished chore instead of a crash. Sort of, “I’m sure glad that’s over.” We love it yet it’s a chore. Kind of like, you know, life.
You just can’t stop. Supposedly writing too much is a sign of a lousy writer, but then we must convict Balzac and Dickens, not to mention encyclopedists like Pynchon and the king of the graphomaniacs, Proust. I’d rather not do that.
It’s not so much the sign of a lousy writer as the sign of a writer, as in a born writer, a real writer. Just as there are men and real men, so there are writers and real writers.
Obviously it’s a flaw. It violates White’s Manual of Style (Keep it simple, stupid) and a lot of other things, including the reader’s precious time. But all great things come with flaws just as there is a bit of good in even most horrors.
Anyway, what do you think editors are for? To mop up our Niagra of words, that’s what.
A bit here on my ever-growing army of critics. I’ve met some new folks lately, and they all say, “You know, I heard all these horrible things about you, but I wasn’t sure if they were true. Now that I contacted you, I know it’s all garbage. You’re like the nicest guy in the world.” Well, yeah. The obvious conclusion of someone who really knows me. Which is like…just about no one.
If you hate me so much, why do you read? I don’t get it. I don’t read people I hate. I might use their prose for toilet paper or lining bird cages, but I certainly won’t read it. I have better things to do, like enjoying life instead of hating it like you do. If you hate me that much, just go away. Don’t read. Unless you’re someone to whom hate is as valuable as oxygen. In that case, do come and get your fix.
One more thing. Nothing the critics ever said about me is true except that I’m broke, don’t have a regular job, and at one point my car broke down and I didn’t have the money to fix it. None of the sexual proclivities or obsessions they say I have are true. I don’t mind people who think that way, but it’s not for me, sorry. Once again, anyone who really knows me figures this out. Which, once again, is like, just about nobody.
How bout one more one more thing, just to try your patience? There’s a lot of graphic commentary below, including gruesome descriptions of the brutal murders of two young teenage girls. True crime is a nasty beast by its nature. There’s no way to pretty up this pig. If your true crime commentary isn’t brutal, you’re avoiding the facts. If you have a sensitive stomach about such things, just don’t read. Go read about flowers or something instead.
Oh, one more two more things. There are are blown up and edited to Hell images below taken from a helicopter hovering over the crime scene. In the images, some can make out the outlines of the two young victims. Not much is visible. They may as well be stick figures. Nevertheless, a lot of tender folks freak out on such things. So don’t look at them. Have a cup of coffee and think of sunshine and smiles instead.
Oh and one more three things. I would like to officially thank “Cory Ahlm” and “Ryan Vanslooten,” whoever the Hell they are, assuming they even exist in the first place, two of my very best friends going so far back I can’t even remember when we first met. They’ve been with me from the start and the start of this case, and I couldn’t have done anything without them. I could barely have existed without them! Speaking of which, I wish I was in California! The weather here is fit for Polar Bears and few else. By the way, I’ve heard of doppelgangers, but who ever thought there could be a double doppelganger? Only in the movies!
This will be a follow-on to my earlier post here. Anything published in the early post that has not changed will not be republished here. Only new items and old items that have changed will be listed here.
First of all, about the purpose of this website. The purpose of this site has simply been a clearinghouse for rumors about the Delphi Murders on Abby Williams and Libby German in Delphi, Indiana, on February 13, 2017. That’s all we ever wrote. It’s true we were fast and loose with some of those rumors, reporting them as truth, and that is unfortunate. But that’s how it goes in this business.
So every time you hear people bashing the Hell out of this site for something we printed, keep in mind that that was just some rumor we heard and printed. That’s all it ever was. Of course, we have been trying to winnow the rumors down into those we have more confidence and less confidence in from the very start, but that’s easier said than done.
I would estimate that 95
I suppose I should go over some of these old dead rumors because idiots keep accusing us of pushing these theories. Now, when I say a rumor is considered dead, not credible, false, not true, etc., please leave me alone and quit accusing me of pushing an old story I’ve long since discredited. I will start with dead rumors or highly dubious rumors. After I do that, I will discuss rumors that have more credibility.
Dead or Highly Dubious Rumors
The barn theory: Has to do with the Mears barn across the street from Ron Logan’s house. We have a photo of cadaver dogs searching the barn. Also there was a small shrine with flowers inside the structure. And the owners acted very strange when we asked if the barn had been used in the crime. The barn theory is continuing to be pushed by a woman who says the girls were removed from the area, taken to the barn, killed there, and then returned to the dump site. Despite all of this, we regard the barn story as dead.
The initial K was carved in trees at the crime scene. We got this secondhand from a LE source. Turns out it was a bad rumor. As you can see, LE sources are not so reliable.
The White Dodge Dart: We formerly thought this had something to do with the crime. Turns out it was a great big dead end, one of many in this case. A white Dodge Dart is not involved in the case.
The crime had Satanic overtones. Indeed, we theorized this in the early days after the crime. In part it was due to bizarre reports from people who saw crime scene photos that the crime appeared to have occult or Satanic overtones. We now feel that this is false. There is no evidence of occult or Satanic overtones to this crime.
A previous report said that Abby was raped via PIV sex and fluids were left at the scene. This rumor is now judged false. The rumor also stated that the motive of the crime was the rape of Abby Williams. This is also false.
A previous report stated that the girls were bound with ropes around their backs. We judge that false. Instead, we believe that they were handcuffed.
A previous report said that the crime scene “begins in the Robertson’s backyard and continues for 1,000 feet.” We regard this as unconfirmed to say the least. Probably best disregarded for now.
A previous report said that at least two searchers touched the bodies and one tried to revive the girls with mouth to mouth resuscitation. We now regard this rumor as probably false and unconfirmed to say the least. There’s no evidence for it at the moment.
A previous report said that the cause of death of Abby Williams was a knife wound to the heart. We now judge this as rumor as false. Instead, we feel, via Leaker, that Abby was struck over the head with a blunt object (we believe it was the killer’s gun). She was also stabbed in the main artery of her neck. It is not known which assault was fatal.
A previous report said that some sort of bleach or toilet bowl cleaner was thrown on the girls’ bodies, in particular their genitalia, in order to destroy DNA evidence of the crime. This is rumor is unconfirmed.
Our POI: We had a sleuthing group with 200 members. I had a POI and I built quite a large case against him. In fact, LE contacted us and asked us to send them everything we had on this man. In addition, the Indiana State Police were verified as harassing this man at one point by repeatedly calling him on the phone. I know the name of the detective who was doing that, too. In addition, this man was a suspect according to the FBI, who tricked him into coming up to Michigan, only to detain and get a DNA sample from him.
As you can see this man was a considered a suspect by both the FBI and the ISP, so please stop accusing us of harassing him. We never published his name one time over the years, and I will not do it now. I won’t even publish his initials. We had a private pay-only group where we discussed him, but that was it. That’s like talking about someone within the confines of a private home. This man also made a series of videos where he seemed to be confessing to being the Bridge Guy (the UNSUB in the murders). In addition, he seemed to be taunting LE and viewers in these videos. Excuse me for suspecting that a guy who making videos almost literally confessing to being BG might actually be the killer!
This man is not a very nice person, but I no longer feel that he had anything to do with this crime. His quasi-confessions go down on the list of false confessions in this case. Counting hazy cases like this, I count four false confessions so far.
I would apologize to him for falsely accusing him behind closed doors, but he threatened to murder me many times, so I’ll pass on that. In cases like these, possible suspects who seem like good possibilities for being the culprit are often run through the ringer, only to be dismissed. They’re often pretty suspicious people. I’d appreciate it if people would leave this fellow alone. He’s not very pleasant anyway.
Rumors That Have More Credibility
The girls’ bodies were violated with sticks and branches. We have caught Hell and high water for this one, however, this rumor has some staying power.
It showed up quickly within a week of the murders when a local young man published photos of the crime scene that he had somehow obtained. He described the murders as “occult-like” and wondered if there was an occult or Satanic connection. He described a branch plunged into the body of one of the girls.
Next, we received confirmation of this via an associate of a detective working on the case. He had told his SO details about the case, and we got the data from there. This person said the detective had told them that the girls’ bodies were violated with sticks and branches, in particular, that sticks had been inserted into the girls’ vaginas and anuses. That sounds pretty awful but this is one terrible crime.
Finally, a woman came to me and apologized. She said she had been mad at me for spreading this rumor but she had recently been able to confirm its truth via a detective in another area of LE who had seen crime scene photos. This man added that Abby had a branch plunged into her body just below her solar plexus in her chest. So far we have three verfications of this rumor, two from people who saw crime scene photos and two from LE with some overlap. Nevertheless, we still regard this rumor as unconfirmed though definitely possible with the two LE confirmations.
And the more you learn about this crime, believe me, the more you would not be surprised at the cruelty and bizarreness of abusing these girls’ bodies in this way because that seemed to be a major focus on the crime – violating, dishonoring, shaming, and debasing these girls with cruelty and contempt and then posing them in a degrading and humiliating manner. In addition, the killer’s behavior a few hours after the crime was another taunt and a cruel dancing on these girls’ graves after their deaths. This is one Hell of a dark crime.
One girl was pregnant: This has been a rumor from the very first weeks after the crime. The same woman above also apologized for being mad at me over this rumor. However, she told me that she was able to confirm this rumor via a sheriff’s deputy in nearby county. Nevertheless, I suppose it remains formally unverified, and keep in mind some of our LE sources have told us false things. The rumor is that one girl was in the very early stages of pregnancy. We are not going to say which girl it was. Based on the recent verification we got from LE, we regard as it quite possibly true, but it would be nice to get some more confirmation.
A longstanding rumor is that Libby German was killed by a deep knife cut to her neck. This was recently confirmed by a new source named Leaker, who I regard as credible. Apparently his wife accessed documents relating to the case at her job at the courthouse. I have also verified this sad fact via the girl’s own mother who saw the wound. This rumor is 100
A previous report said that Libby was attacked with a gut knife in her abdomen, resulting in a partial disembowelment of this poor girl. If this wound took place, it was after she was dead. A gut knife is one of the knives that would be present in that deer kit (a deer hunter’s kit containing five knives) that BG has around his waist. Partial verification of this is in the form of reports of detectives going around to local hardware stores in the weeks after the murders asking if anyone had bought a gut knife recently.
Presumably one of the wounds to the girl(s) was via this sort of a knife. On the other hand there is a new rumor that a gut knife was left at the scene. This man also lists a number of items the killer left at the scene that stretches credulity. Leaving a gut knife at the scene is unverified and seems quite dubious. A knife with no DNA? That the girl was attacked in this terrible manner is also completely unconfirmed. However, detectives definitely feel that a gut knife was used in this crime.
New Information from Leigh Kerr (Leaker)
Quite a bit of new information came out a few weeks ago via an appearance by a man named Leaker, identified above. He is a pastor who lives in Lafayette. His access to investigation documents is described above. Leaker was extremely controversial, yet for a variety of reasons, I regard him as credible. He gave us a lot of new information, much of which may be correct. Keep in mind that both local LE and FBI have commented on Leaker’s remarks, saying that nothing he said was true. But that is to be expected.
Leaker says that there is a prime suspect in the case. Based on the facts laid out, he can only mean a Delphi resident, recently moved to Monticello, who I will call Mr. X. I could use his initials but that doesn’t seem right. This man is either the prime suspect or Leaker is trying to frame him, one or the other. I think he’s the prime suspect.
According to Leaker, Mr. X was involved in the search party. At some point during the searching, he claimed to have lost his keys. His truck was parked overnight, hidden in the cemetery right above where the girls were found. It was still there the next day when the cemetery was full of police vehicles. This is because Mr. X lost his keys at some point. I believe he claims to have lost his keys while searching. Although Mr. X claims that he called his wife to come bring an extra set of car keys, his truck stayed there overnight and into the next day, which seems odd. On the afternoon after the bodies were found, Mr. X’s truck was towed.
At 6 PM, Mr. X asked permission to search Ron Logan’s land. Permission was granted. This request can be linked to the truck hidden at the cemetery as this is where he obviously was parked when he made this request, however, we do not know when the truck arrived there. Mr. X then searched Logan’s land. Although it was dusk, it would seem to be hard to miss the girls right below where his truck was parked.
Mr. X was back searching in the area on Logan’s land at 12:30 PM February 14. He and 1-3 other persons spotted the girls bodies. There is a rumor that Mr. X looked through his binoculars, spotted a deer, and then looked down and saw the girls. This seems credible to me although some say that LE just made this up as a ruse. The searchers did not come very close to the bodies. Who all found the bodies is still quite up in the air. After he found the bodies, there is a rumor that Mr. X was so traumatized that he ran from the scene. He then needed psychotherapy for some time after discovering the bodies. Both of those behaviors seem pretty over the top, even for such a gruesome crime.
Mr. X is the prime suspect for a variety of reasons. For one, there was a small change in his story.
Leaker said, in shocking news, that Mr. X’s phone was pinging at the abandoned Child Protective Services (CPS) building for several hours around the time of the murders. It is the opinion of LE that the killer parked at the CPS building while he committed his crimes. There vehicle may have been a truck. A persistent yet unconfirmed rumor is that it was a white truck. However, Mr. X’s truck is orange. LE would like very much to speak for anyone who spotted that truck at the CPS building during that time to contact LE. If the truck can be linked to Mr. X, an arrest will be possible.
Mr. X does not have a good excuse for his phone pinging at the CPS building for hours. However, cellphone data is generally not admissible in court, and anyway, Mr. X can always say that he was elsewhere and his phone just happened to be pinging at the CPS building looking for a signal, so this evidence cannot be used in court. However, it is suspicious to say the very least. If Mr. X’s truck was not there the whole time, it is possible that he left his phone at the building for several hours while he committed the crime. That way his phone could not be tracked to the crime scene.
Leaker says that Mr. X had an alibi, a friend of his. This friend says he saw Mr. X elsewhere in town around the time of the murders. LE was unable to break Mr. X’s alibi via his friend. It is considered to be a solid alibi in terms of taking the case to court. Unfortunately, this friend is has since died. This complicates the case immeasurably.
According to Leaker, the only DNA on the girls’ bodies is from Kelsi, Libby’s sister. Kelsi has been cleared. Mr. X’s DNA is in the area, but he was part of the search team that discovered the bodies, so it’s not usable. Assuming he did it, see how he contaminated the scene by finding the bodies?
Leaker also said that there were religious aspects to the murders. Although the exact nature of these aspects is unknown, a rumor that a crucifix was left at the site seems credible.
Leaker also said that the girls’ bodies were posed in a sexual tableau. This seems to be correct. More on that below.
A previous report said that the killer took photos or video of the crime and sent it to Abby’s phone after the murders. This is correct, and I have additional evidence that will prove this.
A previous report noted, in stunning news, that the killer had known Libby for 3-4 months before the murders via social media. According to Leaker, this is correct. The killer contacted Libby on social media using the “catfish” of a young man aged 19. Libby had gotten smitten with this young man and wanted to meet him. The catfish appears to have been the killer himself. Leaker says the second sketch is a sketch of the catfish photo that the killer used to lure Libby on Snapchat where she was catfished. One of Libby’s friends had seen a photo of the catfish, and her description of it is what the second sketch is based on.
At the start of this case, LE said “be careful of what your kids are doing on social media.” The usual idiots who have swarmed this case from Day One have insisted all this time that that means nothing. However, we have been reporting for some time on here that the girls may have been catfished via social media. In fact, we were ripped up pretty severely for promoting that theory. As with so many aspects of this case, a number of the “wild, outrageous, and offensive stories” we were reporting on here from the start are turning out to be true. It’s no surprise to me. I’m a professional journalist. I have a BA in Journalism. I worked as an assistant editor of a magazine. This is one of my professions.
According to Leaker, LE feels that Libby may have posted on Snapchat that she was going to the bridge that day. We reported in a previous post that the trip was not a last minute decision, and instead, adults were discussing it in local bars on Friday night. We have been saying all along that the killer must have known the girls were going to be there that day, and he came quite amply prepared to commit this specific crime. The crime may have been plotted for four months prior to carrying it out. You can see how BG was loaded up with all that murder equipment. He’d obviously planned this out in advance.
Of course, we have been bashed for this too, and an absolutely insane theory that fails all logic tests that the killer came to the bridge that day looking to kill any victim that he might happen to spot there has been suggested in its stead. This theory fails so badly on logic alone that it’s amazing how much traction it got.
Too many people on this case seem to be afflicted with a disorder called Pathological Doubting Disorder. They have pathologically doubted everything and anything that anyone ever said about this crime. They beat their fists on the table endlessly that only verified information, not rumors, must be discussed. The problem here is that LE hasn’t told us a damned thing. If we were restricted to merely discussing what has been verified by LE, there’d be nothing to talk about. We’d all be sitting around talking about the weather instead.
Leaker also said that if the catfish can be connected to Mr. X, an arrest will be possible.
However, this will be hard to do. All attempts to find the killer’s IP addresses or texts or photos of the catfish on Snapchat have come up empty for whatever reason.
According to Leaker, Mr. X has completely cooperated with the investigation. At the time of the crime, Mr. X lived two miles from the crime scene.
Leaker also said that the crime was committed in a ravine that is hard to see from most angles. It may also be sheltered sound-wise too.
Leaker said there is more audio on Libby’s phone, but it is so garbled and hard to hear that LE did not feel it would be useful to the general public. However, Leaker said that LE cleaned the audio up and transcribed it as best as they could. BG accosted the girls and appears to have pulled his gun on them.
In brand new information, apparently one of the trail cams at the south end of the bridge where the abduction took place had been disabled. LE feels it was disabled prior to the crime. So BG came to the south end of the bridge before the crime occurred and disabled the camera. Once again, we see forward planning for this crime.
According to Leaker, after BG accosted the girls, he said he was a police officer and they were trespassing on private property (they were not). He said he had spotted them with his binoculars and had come to arrest them. I can now confirm that BG did have binoculars. BG then handcuffed the girls and said, “Down the hill.” The girls pleaded with him to let them go, that they are sorry and they won’t do it again, etc. but he told them they are under arrest.
Jesus Christ, this case is sad! Just thinking about that scenario with those girls pleading to be let go breaks my heart!
At the bottom of the hill, Libby’s shoe was found by searchers. To me this implies that she tried to run. How else does she lose her shoe?
What follows, according to the families of the girls who LE played the tape for, is six minutes of garbled conversation in which the girls and BG are talking as they walk through the woods, the sound of the forest floor crunching beneath their feet. At the six minute mark, BG and the girls can be heard starting to cross the creek, so the girls were definitely walked across the creek. This has been an odd source of contention. At that point, LE shut off the tape.
Leaker says that the audio continues after the girls crossed the creek and were marched to the kill zone, which appears to have been selected and prepared beforehand due to its visual and auditory seclusion. Next you hear a loud scream followed by a loud thump. This is apparently poor Abby screaming. The thump sound is thought to be BG hitting her over the head with a blunt object. We believe he hit her with the butt end of the handgun you can see in his right hand pocket of his jacket on the BG video. Abby may well have been knocked out cold by this blow.
Leaker concurred that Libby died via a deep knife wound to the throat. He also said that the murder weapon was a hunting knife.
I Was Able to Obtain Official Document(s) Relating to the Case!
And now I can release brand new information! I was able to obtain anywhere from 1-10 documents from the investigation. I am making the claim vague in this way because I have to protect the person I got this data from. They very much do not want it getting out that they were given these document(s). So I have to cover my tracks pretty well here because I don’t want to reveal my sources.
I’m an educated and trained journalist. One of the things we learned in J-school is that you have to protect your sources and value their confidentiality at all costs. We are supposed to go to jail instead of revealing our sources, and some of us have.
Therefore it is disconcerting to see constant accusations of me making up rumors or theories about this crime out of whole cloth. I can’t do that. That’s a gross violation of journalistic ethics, and I’m an ethical journalist. I’m not talking about beating around the bushes of masking facts and truths as I did above with the documents statement. Journalists have lost their careers over doing that, and good luck getting hired again afterwards. It’s as bad as scientific misconduct is for a scientist.
Obviously I’ve been dying to get a hold of official documents about this case for four years now. We did briefly have contacts with a few LE sources, but they didn’t tell us a lot. We had maybe one LE source every two years on this case. So we don’t have any “special sources” about this case as my critics claim. What special sources? What are they talking about?
I assure you that it’s completely legal for the possessor of these document(s) to possess them. That’s all I’m going to say about that.
The document(s) came to me from the owner who lawfully possessed them..
The document(s) came from either LE or from the judicial system or possibly both at the same time. They are signed by official(s).
I was able to learn a number of things about this case from these document(s), some that have been released before, but others that have never been released or even rumored anywhere. I am absolutely certain of the truth of everything I write below based on my belief that these document(s) are authentic.
BG discharged a gun in the course of this crime. Perhaps the most amazing information of all is that this was a gun crime! The gun used was no doubt the one that can be seen in the right jacked pocket of BG. It’s a handgun. After the “guys” in the video, he apparently pulled his gun out and pointed it at the girls. He controlled them with the gun. We have assumed that from the very start of this case. But we never had any idea that a gun was fired during this crime!
We don’t know how the gun was used. We only know that it was discharged. Where, how, and why we don’t know. However, spent cartridges were found by LE, who says they were fired by BG. Did he fire them into the girls’ dead bodies? No idea. How does LE they know that the spent cartridges they found were fired by BG? No idea. But they do have spent cartridges from this crime and they are trying to find the gun used to fire them in order to do ballistics tests on it.
Leaker said that BG had binoculars. He told the girls when he accosted them that he had spotted them trespassing through his binoculars and he decided to come and arrest them. I can now verify Leaker’s statement because the document mentions binoculars. LE is looking for binoculars that were used in the crime.
There is more shocking information that was touched on earlier. I mentioned above that there was a rumor that BG had taken photos and video and had sent them to Abby’s phone after the crime. This rumor was affirmed by Leaker. However, I can now prove this is true because LE is looking for photos, videos, film, cameras, and/or videocameras. Any of those. Video were recorded by BG as he committed this crime. So he videotaped his crime as he committed it. Some people say they can see a Go Pro on BG’s person. We are uncertain about this.
Now how could LE possibly know that BG took video of his crime as he committed it? They can’t. But if he sent some of this video to Abby’s phone after the crime took place, then they know he shot video of the crime. Therefore the rumor that BG sent photos of the crime to Abby’s phone seems to be true.
In addition, the document says that BG recorded 43 seconds of audio, presumably of the crime. No doubt this goes with the video that was shot, the video being of unknown length. We know this because in the documents, LE says they are looking for 43 seconds of audio.
LE is also looking for knives, presumably hunting knives as Leaker averred. The murder weapon in the case was a knife. This was not a gun crime in that a gun was not the murder weapon. That’s not to say the gun was not discharged into the victim(s) after they were deceased. Perhaps it was. We have no idea. But if that was the case, then this is still not a gun crime as the gun was not a homicide weapon. Then all BG is guilty of regarding shooting the gun would be mutilating a corpse.
LE is also looking for blood-soaked clothing. LE feels that this crime was so brutal (in particular the killing of Libby) that BG must have been covered in blood after he murdered that poor girl. The blood spray from such an attack would be serious. So LE is looking for the clothing he wore that day with bloodstains “seen and unseen.” I don’t understand the part about unseen bloodstains, but apparently when you get blood on your clothes, not all of it is visible and some can only be seen with special tools. Ever watched crime shows where they put a chemical on the crime scene that shows bloodstains as bright purple? I suppose they use that to uncover those unseen bloodstains.
Perhaps the most incredible fact in the document is LE stating that BG abducted the girls at precisely 2:13 PM. Why is this important? On what day did this crime occur? On February 13, or 2-13. 2:13 and 2/13. Matches up, get it? Let’s play with this a bit more. He abducted and murdered 2 girls, one of whom was 13 years old. 2-13 again. 2:13, 2/13, and 2-13.
A physician friend of mine who might as well be Dr. Spock, such is his dedication to pure logic, has cast doubt on this connection. He immediately stated, “Coincidence!” (natch) when I told him about the two 2-13’s lining up perfectly.
However, LE thinks these two 2-13’s lining up perfectly was a significant enough event to be mentioned in their documents about the case. So LE thinks that fact that BG abducted those girls at precisely 2:13 in the afternoon is no coincidence.
This is all I have from these document(s). Make of it what you will. Keep in mind that these document(s) went through different people before the came to me.
Owner -> Professional -> Fellow sleuther -> Me.
There are two people between the owner and me. What do I have? I have a photocopy of the document. Could it be faked or forged? Maybe, but the professional would not do something like that. He’s as bound by his professional ethics as I am with mine.
Crime Scene Photos
I was also able to obtain some good crime scene photos for the first time. These have been out for six months now, having first appeared on Youtube in a video. They are from the same media helicopter footage as the crime scene photos we previously released here. They were presumably taken from the part of the footage where you can see many flashes going off in a circle around a location in the woods. Obviously CSI guys photographing the crime scene. These photos have been blown up and enhanced to Hell and back by everyone and their uncle. However, the photos I will discuss today are from this video.
The author is a theoretical physicist. Not that that means much, as kooks roam all fields, and kookery doesn’t discriminate, but I do think that adds weight to his analysis. Talk about logicians. We are talking about field like math where everything you say has to be backed up by formal proof. A fasifiability is a thing, and “not even wrong” is on the tip of everyone’s tongue.
The author claims a number of startling things in this video.
Outlines of the bodies of the two victims. I’ll vouch for that one.
A crucifix. Don’t see it.
A gigantic stuffed animal. No way. I can’t believe how many people believe this. Let’s not even get into the crazy discussion of this stupid stuffed animal and the dolls. That said, many things are possible in true crime, and this is one of them. I’m just not seeing it though. Extraordinary claims and extraordinary evidence and all that. God I hate that phrase but there’s a time and place for all things.
Dolls scattered around the scene. Nigga please.
An abandoned bleach bottle. Gong!
Abandoned clothing, in particular a girl’s top. Nah.
Weird messages scrawled all over the scene. I concur that one may be possible, but the rest I can’t see at all.
CSI guys wandering the scene. Nothing but blurs.
Keep in mind that for the above to be true, BG must have constructed this entire Disney World Crime Scene in a mere 45 minutes! Either he has superhuman powers or it didn’t happen. Occam’s forces me to choose the latter. How did he get all these animals and dolls down the crime scene? Come on. This crime’s weird enough as it is without taking things to outright science fiction.
Keep in mind that a lot of people claim they can’t see a damned thing in these photos, including the victims’ bodies, or that they were looking at pixels and graphics software playing games with us. Pareidolia. I hate that word, favorite of scientistic skeptards. But time and place, etc. Even the most abused notions have a proper application.
Leaker said that the girls were “posed in a sexual tableau.” That’s interesting except no one knows what it means.
John Kelly, retired FBI profiler who does excellent work and now makes his living being a media figure, felt in this recent video that the sexual tableau referred to the girls being posed in some sort of a lesbian sex act. He also suggested that BG had a deep obsession with lesbian pornography and that people around him would be aware of this. Assuming the photos below are valid interpretations, the girls are not posed in any obvious lesbian sex act. Perhaps they are posed in a milder, less than obvious one. As you can see, Abby’s hand is close to a “certain part” of Libby’s body. Whether that counts or not I have no idea.
However, assuming the images below are correct, both girls’ legs were spread very wide after they were killed. Libby was nude and Abby was nude from the waist down. That counts as sexual tableau. He did this to humiliate the girls after their deaths. One last Parthian Thrust before he walked away into the woods history. This is the posing part.
I agree with Kelly who says that killers who pose victims (“posers”) are some of the worst ones of all. They’re dark as Hell and they’re at the far end of the psychopathic spectrum. He also said that if he’s a poser, he should have killed again by now because these guys can’t control themselves, a reflection of their extreme pathology. He said that the only reason he hasn’t killed by now is because he’s afraid. Afraid that they’re onto him. Afraid of getting caught. Afraid of that one last knock on the door before the jail bars clang shut.
I have more to say about this crime as usual, but I’ve gone on long enough. More later.
I would like to apologize for the fact that these photos are very small. See if you can enlarge them. I don’t know how to fix this right now.