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BTK, BYE

Did anyone watch that Dateline special on Friday night, the one that has every lawyer and cop in Wichita foaming from the mouth? Seems that the psychologist sent to the jail by Dennis Rader's defense attorneys to evaluate the nutcase's mental state instead gave (and/or SOLD) a video of his interview with the serial killer known as BTK to NBC. In this video, Denny the Dogcatcher matter-of-factly tells of killing people. The only time he ever showed any emotion was when he was talking about what being in jail feels like and how sad he was to be away from his family and to have his freedom gone.

He's beyond creepy. He's pure evil. I wish the victims' families could be alone in a room with him for a few hours, wish that they could "sentence" him instead of the judge. Who needs the death penalty...they could have the torture penalty. If anyone deserved to have his fingernails ripped out one by one, it's him.

I predict he won't last long in prison. D.I.E. B.T.K. R.I.....was going to say P for Peace. But that word doesn't belong in the same room with a man so heinous.

I.C.K.

That's the only sentiment I have for him.

Comments

Brianne said…
My mom and many other people disagree with me but I feel like he should be strangled and brought back to life repeatedly - just like he did his victims - so he can see what kind of hell he put them through.

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