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GUILTY

When Wichita's chief of police proclaimed earlier this year that "BTK is arrested" I warned that he'd someday regret it. I thought the bind-torture-kill serial killer suspect Dennis Rader would have his defense team all over that statement.

Turns out Chief Williams was right on target. Rader really is BTK. He admitted it in court today, pleading guilty to all 10 counts of murder and describing, in sickening detail, each one of the crimes. He stalked. He murdered. He practiced bondage on his victims and received sexual pleasure from it. And from what I've read about today's proceedings, he savored every minute of the killings as well as every bit of time in the limelight this morning. The guy is beyond twisted.

He even looks like Diablo, with the freaky eyebrows and goatee. Check out cnn.com (click on this post's headline).

SHIVVVVVVVVVER.

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Brianne said…
I KNOW!! He calmly described every detail like it was nothing out of the ordinary. Well at least it's out there and done - no long trial. He doesn't even get sentenced until mid-August.
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