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Deadly Obsessions
by Clifford L. Linedecker, Clifford L. Linedecker
I was a year older than Johnny--never John Ray--and had never really connected with him at the point in 2nd grade when my family moved from Chicago to Phillips, seeing him only as the goofy kid that almost everyone avoided. It's hard to believe that the author said the little grocery store was successful, as it was almost never occupied, many children were warned to avoid it, and it closed by the time Johnny was 14 (he was helpful, eager, and very hard working the one time I entered and he let me try the can grabber). It's even harder to believe that his family wouldn't have taken action at missing a $10 or $20 bill from the register, as this was a very large amount of money then (a movie was less than 2 bucks then, for perspective). I had no idea that he was spending this money on such a repulsive hobby, nor that there were acts of physical and sexual torture and violence aimed at his sister (whom no boys in Phillips would have described as attractive, as the author does).
It's a relatively boring procedural and a type I've never read, because there have been fewer than 500 serial killers and fewer than 2500 victims of them throughout human history, so it just bores me to tears that people obsess over these things that almost never happen (white privilege the main reason, along with not caring about the real atrocities of the world). Indeed, the author paints all authorities as having integrity, when Craig Moore, Wayne Wirsing, and Mike Johnson were all morons and fascist sociopaths who could never have graduated with any sort of legitimate degrees (a classmate of mine, Penny Huck, has driven home drunk almost nightly since 1980, never once stopped by these tools because she's a receptionist at the local courthouse). Indeed, had there been a poll of our class about who might turn out to be a serial killer, only Mike McGriff, who became a military assassin, and Pete Jones, an 85 IQ sociopath and bully who became first a soldier and then a cop, just so he could bully former classmates, would have gotten any votes.
Moore, a religious fanatic, used corrupt and then illegal tactics to force the confession out of Johnny (whom I would point out stuttered LONG before the MS diagnosis in 1987). It doesn't help that the legal definition of mental illness is utterly corrupt, with all of these morons proclaiming that Johnny made a choice to drink (I thought addictions couldn't be controlled). It also seems ridiculous that the Lenz family--no strangers to local corruption themselves, a pack of morons for sure--could bar process servers from their property in their zeal to avoid examination. Even the judge makes terrible assumptions that lack evidence by suggesting that Johnny must have slept the night of his arrest (he did not and it was essentially a torture state that produced his confession). It's also very clear that he was overcharged and should have seen 4 counts rather than 18. Far from being a crime of the big city, as the cliches of the time went, these acts are FAR more prevalent per capita in rural areas.
Other simple errors were the author stating that Milwaukee and LaCrosse were far larger than their actual populations at the time, that Ed Gein finished his life at the Central State Hospital (it was Mendota in Madison, where a friend of mine from the band Killdozer 'borrowed' Ed's skull XRay in 1985 after work to make the inner sleeve of their first record). There was also no NBA team in MN when Johnny lived in CO. We might point out that virtually NONE of the 3500 autopsies witnessed or conducted by the lead were of murder victims, as WI has an incredibly low murder rate (even if we have dramatic ones).
It's really just statist propaganda about a young man who deserved to get some help. What makes it all the more appalling was seeing dudes like Pete Jones review it so smugly on Amazon, as well as a female classmate of mine who claims the victim was her best friend (not sure why her bestie was 3 years younger, but she wasn't this bright light who was going to save the world as a counselor, nor were Johnny's older siblings truly successful).
I'll never read another of this type of book again, but I had to read it because there aren't many of us who can say we went to school with a (potential) serial killer. It's just a shame that these small town rednecks were so stupid that they failed to see his weird behavior and inappropriate relationship with a girl much younger than he.
It's a relatively boring procedural and a type I've never read, because there have been fewer than 500 serial killers and fewer than 2500 victims of them throughout human history, so it just bores me to tears that people obsess over these things that almost never happen (white privilege the main reason, along with not caring about the real atrocities of the world). Indeed, the author paints all authorities as having integrity, when Craig Moore, Wayne Wirsing, and Mike Johnson were all morons and fascist sociopaths who could never have graduated with any sort of legitimate degrees (a classmate of mine, Penny Huck, has driven home drunk almost nightly since 1980, never once stopped by these tools because she's a receptionist at the local courthouse). Indeed, had there been a poll of our class about who might turn out to be a serial killer, only Mike McGriff, who became a military assassin, and Pete Jones, an 85 IQ sociopath and bully who became first a soldier and then a cop, just so he could bully former classmates, would have gotten any votes.
Moore, a religious fanatic, used corrupt and then illegal tactics to force the confession out of Johnny (whom I would point out stuttered LONG before the MS diagnosis in 1987). It doesn't help that the legal definition of mental illness is utterly corrupt, with all of these morons proclaiming that Johnny made a choice to drink (I thought addictions couldn't be controlled). It also seems ridiculous that the Lenz family--no strangers to local corruption themselves, a pack of morons for sure--could bar process servers from their property in their zeal to avoid examination. Even the judge makes terrible assumptions that lack evidence by suggesting that Johnny must have slept the night of his arrest (he did not and it was essentially a torture state that produced his confession). It's also very clear that he was overcharged and should have seen 4 counts rather than 18. Far from being a crime of the big city, as the cliches of the time went, these acts are FAR more prevalent per capita in rural areas.
Other simple errors were the author stating that Milwaukee and LaCrosse were far larger than their actual populations at the time, that Ed Gein finished his life at the Central State Hospital (it was Mendota in Madison, where a friend of mine from the band Killdozer 'borrowed' Ed's skull XRay in 1985 after work to make the inner sleeve of their first record). There was also no NBA team in MN when Johnny lived in CO. We might point out that virtually NONE of the 3500 autopsies witnessed or conducted by the lead were of murder victims, as WI has an incredibly low murder rate (even if we have dramatic ones).
It's really just statist propaganda about a young man who deserved to get some help. What makes it all the more appalling was seeing dudes like Pete Jones review it so smugly on Amazon, as well as a female classmate of mine who claims the victim was her best friend (not sure why her bestie was 3 years younger, but she wasn't this bright light who was going to save the world as a counselor, nor were Johnny's older siblings truly successful).
I'll never read another of this type of book again, but I had to read it because there aren't many of us who can say we went to school with a (potential) serial killer. It's just a shame that these small town rednecks were so stupid that they failed to see his weird behavior and inappropriate relationship with a girl much younger than he.