Friday, April 23, 2010

Fillet em Friday

I hate to pull out the most depraved people first, but I just can't help myself!  When I think of cannibals the first person that comes to mind is one mister Albert Fish.

      When Albert was young he spend time in an orphanage, there he was frequently beaten, and after a period of time began to enjoy the beatings and become aroused by them.  By the age of 12 Fish had been introduced to drinking urine and coprophagia, he also began spending lots of time in bath houses where he could watch boys undress, and began writing dirty letters to random woman. 
     By the age of twenty Mr. Fish had begun to prostitute himself, and also began raping young boys.  Eight years later Fish was set up by his mother and married, having six children.  Can I just say messed up?  Now there are six more little messed up broken souls in the world.  But the dude was messed up.
     During his marriage Fish continued to molest boys (mostly 6 years old and under).  At one point Fish took up with a retarded man and attempted to cut off his penis.
     By 1917 Fish began to hear the voice of god. God came down from the heavens to send Albert Fish a message of the utmost importance, torture and castrate little boys.  It seems totally like god to say that, even the Catholics know that!  Those evil little boys, always being such boys.  Anyway, Fish also started inserting large needles into his groin, most of which went so deep they couldn't be taken out.

He began to make good on his revelations in 1910 and started attacking children, mostly mentally retarded and African American children because he believed they wouldn't be missed. 
     In 1928 Albert Fish abducted Grace Budd and killed her, later sending a letter to her parents...
On Sunday June the 3, 1928 I called on you at 406 W 15 St. Brought you pot cheese—strawberries. We had lunch. Grace sat in my lap and kissed me. I made up my mind to eat her. On the pretense of taking her to a party. You said yes she could go. I took her to an empty house in Westchester I had already picked out. When we got there, I told her to remain outside. She picked wildflowers. I went upstairs and stripped all my clothes off. I knew if I did not I would get her blood on them. When all was ready I went to the window and called her. Then I hid in a closet until she was in the room. When she saw me all naked she began to cry and tried to run down the stairs. I grabbed her and she said she would tell her mamma. First I stripped her naked. How she did kick – bite and scratch. I choked her to death, then cut her in small pieces so I could take my meat to my rooms. Cook and eat it. How sweet and tender her little ass was roasted in the oven. It took me 9 days to eat her entire body. I did not fuck her tho [sic] I could of had I wished. She died a virgin...
     Shortly after, (thanks to the letter) Fish was caught.  In prison the mother of Billy Gaffney came to find answers about the disappearance of her son, fish told her the following...
I brought him to the Riker Ave. dumps. There is a house that stands alone, not far from where I took him. I took the boy there. Stripped him naked and tied his hands and feet and gagged him with a piece of dirty rag I picked out of the dump. Then I burned his clothes. Threw his shoes in the dump. Then I walked back and took the trolley to 59 St. at 2 A.M. and walked from there home. Next day about 2 P.M., I took tools, a good heavy cat-of-nine tails. Home made. Short handle. Cut one of my belts in half, slit these halves in six strips about 8 inches long. I whipped his bare behind till the blood ran from his legs. I cut off his ears – nose – slit his mouth from ear to ear. Gouged out his eyes. He was dead then. I stuck the knife in his belly and held my mouth to his body and drank his blood. I picked up four old potato sacks and gathered a pile of stones. Then I cut him up. I had a grip with me. I put his nose, ears and a few slices of his belly in the grip. Then I cut him through the middle of his body. Just below the belly button. Then through his legs about 2 inches below his behind. I put this in my grip with a lot of paper. I cut off the head – feet – arms – hands and the legs below the knee. This I put in sacks weighed with stones, tied the ends and threw them into the pools of slimy water you will see all along the road going to North Beach. I came home with my meat. I had the front of his body I liked best. His monkey and pee wees and a nice little fat behind to roast in the oven and eat. I made a stew out of his ears – nose – pieces of his face and belly. I put onions, carrots, turnips, celery, salt and pepper. It was good. Then I split the cheeks of his behind open, cut off his monkey and pee wees and washed them first. I put strips of bacon on each cheek of his behind and put them in the oven. Then I picked 4 onions and when the meat had roasted about 1/4 hour, I poured about a pint of water over it for gravy and put in the onions. At frequent intervals I basted his behind with a wooden spoon. So the meat would be nice and juicy. In about 2 hours, it was nice and brown, cooked through. I never ate any roast turkey that tasted half as good as his sweet fat little behind did. I ate every bit of the meat in about four days. His little monkey was a sweet as a nut, but his pee-wees I could not chew. Threw them in the toilet.
     Albert Fish was found sane and guilty, and was sentenced to the electric chair at Sing Sing, and was recorded as saying electrocution would be "the supreme thrill of my life."
It took two jolts to kill Fish which sparked a rumor that the large needles in his pelvis had short circuited the chair.

Albert Fish has to be one of the most twisted people I can think of, it would have been really nice to psychoanalyze this guy nowadays, so much to learn.  Though if anyone deserved to die it was him, sadly he lived a long full life until he was an old man, something he denied to so many children.
Anyway, tune in tomorrow for Spree Saturday!

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Time for a midnight blog...

Funny how I only get around to posting in the middle of the night, it's a mom thing.  Today I think I'd like to write about one of my favorite serial killers, in fact maybe I'll write about a new one every few days, there's just not enough violence in the world these days, lol.  Anyway, today I'd like to spotlight  Dr. Henry Howard Holmes.
     This guy was fascinating.  He lived in Chicago in the late eighteen hundreds.  Holmes bought up a drugstore and then also bought up the spot across the street, there he proceeded to build a grand hotel.  The hotel would cater to mostly tourists visiting for the Chicago Worlds

     This hotel was unique from others as it came complete with a maze of over a hundred windowless rooms, doors that opened up to brink walls,  oddly angled hallways, stairs that went nowhere, doors that could only be opened from the outside, and labyrinths.  Holmes changed construction workers many times during the building so people didn't understand the layout.  He then hired a staff (mostly female) and acquired insurance polices for said staff, and proceeded to torture and kill them.  And of course there were a good many hotel guests that also received complementary painful deaths. Some guests were locked in soundproof bedrooms that were fitted with gas lines so that he could asphyxiate them whenever he pleased.  Others were put into a soundproof bank vault near his office and left to suffocate.  Holmes set up a secret chute leading to the basement like Sweeney Todd to send down the bodies.  From there the bodies were further desecrated in twisted ways, and you know I'm gonna tell you how!  Some bodies were  meticulously dissected, stripped of flesh, crafted into skeleton models, and then sold to medical schools.  Others were cremated or put in lime pits.  The man thought up everything, he had two giant furnaces, pits of acid, many types of poison, and even his own stretching rack.  In one part of the castle Holmes also set up an illegal abortion ring, killing many woman and then selling their skeletons.
     Things went wrong for old Holmes in 1894.  He was tipped off by a former cellmate, the police also questioned a custodian who said he was never allowed to clean the upper floors.  Over the next month local police started to piece everything together, however a fire (probably started by Holmes) destroyed everything.  Death toll estimates range from 27 to 230, it's hard to tell because quite a few victims were only in town for the worlds fair, and some of the bodies were to well decomposed to tell.
     H. H. Homes was given 7,500 dollars in exchange for his confession of 27 murders, after first claiming he was innocent, then saying he was possessed by Satan.  Holmes was hung on May 7th 1896, though his neck didn't snap and so his death was slow and painful, lasting over 20 minutes from when the trap was sprung.  Holmes requested to be buried in concrete so that his body couldn't be dug up and dissected as he'd done to his victims, and his request was granted (assface).  Sadly, these days the murder castle is a U.S. post office.

I really wish he hadn't set fire to the damn thing so I could visit and take a tour.  I loves me a twisted killer with a murder house.  Goodness, maybe I could theme these with the days of the week!  Mental disorder Monday, Torture Tuesday, Woman killers Wednesday, Trapped in a box Thursday, Fillet em Friday, Spree Saturday, and Slow Death Sunday.  The only problem is that some killers will overlap by a lot.  Tune in tomorrow night for some tasty tasty cannibalism!

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Day two...

I'm pretty sure that after a while I'll loose momentum and only write when I actually have something worth saying, but unfortunately for you guys I'm just starting up and am just enjoying myself.
So how bout that weather... no really.  Kailee and I went out and planted strawberries yesterday.  I'd like to dig up a little plot and plant a vegetable garden and Kailee and I can putter around in it and plant things.  So of course it rains like crazy today, lol.  I sure hope the strawberry plants will be okay.  As soon as it's sunny I'm going to the nursery to buy some mint and other veggies to plant.  I am so excited for spring this year!  I have never been so excited for spring in my life!  It feels somehow as though a weight has been lifted and there's so much I plan to do this season.  I've never had my own house for the spring.  We were moving for last summer and didn't have a lot of energy for anything else.  I want to paint Kailee's walls.  Not that there's anything wrong with the ones she has, but she's wanted them done since we painted her brother's walls.  I'm going to paint them pink with black chalk board paint dots.  If we ever get our tax return back we're going to put up a six foot tall composite privacy fence in the backyard and get an above ground pool.  We'd also like to get lagoon passes.  That is if we ever get our effing our money!  Oh oh, and drive ins!  So excited!


Tuesday, April 20, 2010

In the beginning...

So, hi.  I've never been part of a blogging site, though I've always loved to write.  I quite often follow my friend Miss Angie's blog and find myself saying, I should try that, and so I have.  So how to begin... I have two to three beautiful children, it seems fitting to talk about them since they are what make my life wonderful, interesting, fun, irritating, blissfully happy, and exhausted!

This is my four year old daughter Kailee
Isn't she lovely!  She's turning five this summer and she's a spitfire.  She's so so smart and independent that it sometimes feel as though she's raising herself!  Kailee watches everything we do and remembers every word and action, and I am astounded by her on a regular basis.  I love that I can have adult conversations with her and every now and again she'll still be silly and little and sweet.  She's the apple of my eye that girl!

This is my two year old son Kaden...
So effing cute!  Kaden is my little cuddle buddy.  Besides being so smart, he's kind, and sensitive and sweet.  He shares everything he has with everyone, love, humor, hugs, and even his candy!  He gets away with more than he should because every word out of his mouth is high pitched and full of I love yous.  He's my baby!

 This Is Courtney...
Court is my husband's niece who lives with us.  You've never met a sweeter kid.  She's smart and kind and fun to talk to, and a big help around here!  She surprises me all the time with how mature she is.  I heard her on the phone just today telling a friend that she shouldn't do drugs because she's only thirteen and has her whole life ahead of her.  Courtney has a great head on her shoulders and I can't wait to see the person she will become.

Well, I suppose that's a good start for tonight, I'll try to post again tomorrow.



Hi this is Kristina, welcome to my blog, I'll post soon.