BTK

A big shock from the Wheat State last week where police arrested a suspect in the 31 year investigation in BTK ( Bind, Torture, Kill ) case and everything about the guy is wrong. He’s active in the church, a solid employee, a Cub Scout leader and otherwise model citizen. Ten or more murders from a man with these credentials is ponderous.

Ironically, the matter nearly closed last year, chalked as a cold case. But when police and reporters received packages filled with details that only the killer would know, the prosecutors office reopened the investigation.

The reason I mention this at all, is it reinforces my firm belief that every serial killer wants to get caught. They want to stop. Either they brag to friends, write to police or the press, get sloppy or otherwise draw attention to themselves. Doubt my theory? Ask yourself how many serial killers escape arrest indefinitely.

I can think of only one, The Zodiac Killer, who possibly murdered as many as seven people between 1968-1974 before disappearing presumably forever. SFPD closed the Zodiac case in April 2004.

Perhaps even the most despicable of killers have a conscience.

Someone’s been 4 wheeling it!

Outside came the roar of a great happening mobile, and the smell of tasty snacks. Reaching the street, I couldn’t believe my eyes.

I took a closer look.

It was them! Scooby and the gang! Heading right for a snowbank. I shouted look out! And then….

The van fishtailed and Fred lost control. I shouted Oh no!

Rut roo. Too late. So I rhoned for a Medirac. The moral of the story: just because you have an SUV doesn’t mean drive hopped up on Scooby snacks.

Mr. Orange you b&stard!

Fans of Resovoir Dogs, a film by Quentin Tarantino that was cool, remember the scene in the diner where the bad guys clashed over tipping. A crucial scene from a logistics standpoint, for no crew commits felonies on empty stomachs. Now, the baddies considered tipping a good and healthy practice. Every baddie minus Mr. Orange.

Mr. Orange ( Tim Roth ) argued that a waitress wasn’t any different from a cashier at McDonalds. Both served food, handled money and walked to and from the kitchen. To Mr. Orange the jobs were identical, thus the waitress deserved the same gratuity as the cashier. The other baddies blasted Mr. Orange for this stance. After five minutes of Labor and Bureau statistics they finally shamed the tightwad. He tipped, but with extreme prejudice and reservation.

Now the irony: Mr. Orange was the only surrvivor of the crime spree. So this begs several questions. First, is there a karmic consequence to stiffing the waiter/waitress? Second, is the seventeen percent guideline fair and reasonable? Lastly, have you seen what your favorite celebrity tips?

Oh yeah, and Happy Birthday to the Wife. 😉