dictation's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The daily grind - this is a very BAD PUN as you will see I'm beginning to think I should be compensated for having to read the papers. Over and above my salary. (I am obligated to read about twenty papers from all over the globe from cover to cover. It's a part of my job.) Is it just me or are humans pushing the limits of evil at a pace never before seen? Corruption is so overwhelmingly common in the places of power, particularly, it's a wonder we're not all living in a state of total paranoia 24/7. I'm beginning to wonder what the hell is going on? When did regulation disappear COMPLETELY? Because it seems to have. When did we remove the transparency from publicly accountable institutions? Then there are the sordid stories that you can't help but be tempted to read, because they are so utterly absurd. Like that guy from Germany who advertised in a cannibal chatroom for someone to eat - perfectly consensually. He didn't ever intend to kidnap someone...he was looking for someone to agree. He received a reply from another German whose sole desire in life was to have, first his penis cut off and eaten in front of him, and then to be killed. The cannibal was delighted to oblige and the two met for dinner at the cannibal's house. They toasted the event over a glass of red wine. Alas, the cannibal was caught when one of the chat room members ratted him out and he's serving 8 years for "manslaughter." He couldn't be convicted of first degree murder because the victim consented. It's all normal to them eh? Ok... excuse me while I draw a thick thick line. Can you imagine being on the jury of this case, imagine being the judge? You couldn't pay me enough to sit in the same room with such wackos. As could be predicted - Alice Miller, psychohistorian extraordinnaire would love it - the German cannibal's childhood was revealed to be horrid - a cloistered domineering mother ruled, his sexuality was completely perverted by her influence, there was no father in the house and no siblings, he developed extreme phobias, was a social outcast, had no friends. When his mother died, he holed up in the house of morbid decay and eventually discovered the Internet. Of all the disturbing stories featured today - and there were plenty - this one topped the list. It's a first for Canada... I sincerely hope it's the last. Like some of you (fellow Canuckistans) I've wondered how so many women could have perished on that fucking pig farm. What in God's name could have been going on in that place to result in the disappearance of up to 85 women? That's a lot of people for one pig farmer. I mean, even the Green River killer couldn't admit to that many victims and he was active for over a decade. I received an explanation from a colleague who is a close friend of a f0rensic anthr0pologist who worked the site for the Vanc0uver P0lice D3pt. From the evidence gathered to date the p0lice have apparently concluded that R0bert P1ckton (and friends) were making snuff films and selling them on the black market. The bodies were put through a woodchipper-like device and dumped into the soil of the farm. Hello? Does this not sound like a Coen Bros film? SO BEYOND THE PALE IT CAN'T BE REAL? But no, it happened and it happened here in the cozy innocuous GVRD. The mind boggles. The farmer, now incarcerated, also raised swine and sold their meat to his pals. Guess what the pigs likely dined on? Yeah, the health authorities just announced the probability is high that 'cross-contamination' occurred. That's the polite term for it. I'm sure the health authority is gagging. They apologized in advance for the offensiveness of the announcement. The meat wasn't sold commercially, only privately "to friends, associates and family." Have to say, I'd heard about the likelihood of this as long as a year ago when it became clear the farm was a mass grave. Anyone remotely connected to that farm had to have heard rumours over the years. Frankly, any acquaintance of that asshole and his fucked up brother can choke on the pork sausages they either bought or accepted as gifts. They had to know these guys were wacked, that something was going on. What's disturbing is the health authorities are asking people who still might have meat in their freezer to turn it in so it can be tested for DNA evidence. Relatives of victims whose DNA turned up on the farm reported suspicions about the farm to police as long ago as 1998. And one woman barely escaped with her life from the farm two years ago. The police charged P1ckton then with assault. Yet, they never investigated the farm and they let him GO when she refused to press charges. GO FIGURE. On top of that, an expert on serial killers and psychopaths told the VPP years ago that a serial killer was likely operating within the GVRD - he concluded the missing women were victims of someone local. The police publicly ridiculed his speculations. He moved on to the FBI. The police didn't act on any of the tips until 2002. Why? Because the VPP is filled with assholes. Real assholes. Many of these old skool guys regarded street prostitutes with disdain. What's more, the VPP's only charged one man with murder. He's one of two owners of the farm. His brother is the other one and there's no way the brother wasn't involved either in the cover up or the events. He and R0bert Pickt0n were like peas in a pod. Always together. Even the lead homicide detective on the infamous Clifford Olson case doesn't believe R0bert P1ckton acted alone. That farm was party central for years and drew all kinds of criminals and creeps. The place was known as "Piggy's Palace" to party-goers. It had a reputation. Getting back to the newspapers. There are zillions of appalling stories I can't seem to desensitize myself to. And it's driving me a little nuts. So yes, a little compensation for this brutal part of my job would be welcome. 8:18 p.m. - 2004-03-10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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