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Oh...really...

I don't want this blog of mine to turn into the daily BTK rant, but I must share something from the most recent BTK-related story on CNN.com. Headline says: "BTK Suspect Says He's Depressed."

Oh really. Depressed? Depressed???
B-O-O-H-O-O
He should've thought of that before he came out of hiding after decades of silence to taunt police and the public with wacky word games and freaky poetry. He should've thought of that before he offed 10 people in cold blood. He should've thought of that before he strangled children, mothers, decent human beings.

He's depressed? Think how his victims' families must feel, have felt all these years.
Think how his own family must feel. Imagine how the innocent people of the Wichita metro area have felt living in fear of a serial killer.

Depressed, Denny the Dogcatcher? You ain't seen nothin' yet, you sadistic lunatic.

Er...alleged sadistic lunatic.

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Brianne said…
hmm I read the paper today and I must have overlooked that. But yes I agree with you. He gets no sympathy from ME. Did I ever tell you about the girls I work with? One girl's mother lived on campus in the early/mid 70s. And the moment her lights went off her phone would ring and it'd be BTK. He called repeatedly and asked her, very calmly, if the name Otero meant anything to her and the address. One night, her and her roommate's door handle jiggled as if someone was trying to get in. Also, this other girl I work with, her mom's best friend was one of the victims. I never did ask who her mom's friend was but isn't that creepy?? That's when I got REALLY paranoid about the whole thing.
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