Timesuck with Dan Cummins - 110 - Australia's Katherine Knight and the Murder Everyone Saw Coming

Episode Date: October 22, 2018

On February 29th, 2000, in the small, rugged town of Aberdeen, Australia, forty-five year old mother and grandmother Katherine Knight stabbed her live-in boyfriend thirty-seven times. Then, after showering, changing, and withdrawing $1,000 out of his checking account from a local ATM, she skinned him, hung his skin up on a meat hook, and cooked up various parts of his body with the intention of feeding him to his own children. Why in God’s name did she do this? Why would anyone do this? Find out on today's insane, true crime edition of Timesuck! Steven Watson's Hurricane Michael Go Fund Me! https://www.gofundme.com/69exxeo?pc_code=fb_co_postupdate_a&rcid=a707a4f2e8cb473c948a7c8b8368aed1 Timesuck is brought to you by The Jim Jefferies Show podcast. Listen to new episodes every Wednesday on your favorite podcast app! Timesuck is also brought to you by Robinhood. And Robin is giving listeners a FREE stock like Apple, Ford, or Sprint to help build your portfolio! Sign up at TIMESUCK.robinhood.com And, Timesuck is also brought to you by The Great Courses Plus! Get a special FREE Month of Unlimited Access when you sign up atTheGreatCoursesPlus.com/TIMESUCK Merch - https://badmagicmerch.com/ Want to try out Discord!?! https://discord.gg/tqzH89v Want to join the Cult of the Curious private Facebook Group? Go directly to Facebook and search for "Cult of the Curious" in order to locate whatever current page hasn't been put in FB Jail :) For all merch related questions: https://badmagicmerch.com/pages/contact Please rate and subscribe on iTunes and elsewhere and follow the suck on social media!! @timesuckpodcast on IG, @timesuckpodcast on Twitter, and www.facebook.com/timesuckpodcast Wanna be a Space Lizard? We're over 3000 strong! Click here: https://www.patreon.com/timesuckpodcast Sign up through Patreon and for $5 a month you get to listen to the Secret Suck, which will drop Thursdays at Noon, PST. You'll also get 20% off of all regular Timesuck merch PLUS access to exclusive Space Lizard merch. You get to vote on two Monday topics each month via the app. And you get the download link for my new comedy album, Feel the Heat. Check the Patreon posts to find out how to download the new album and take advantage of other benefits. And, thank you for supporting the show by doing your Amazon shopping after clicking on my Amazon link at www.timesuckpodcast.com

On February 29th, 2000 in the small rugged town of Aberdeen, Australia, 45-year-old mother and grandmother, Catherine Knight stabbed her live-in boyfriend 37 times. Then after showering, changing, withdrawing $1,000 out of his checking account from a local ATM, she skinned him, hung his skin up on a meat hook, cooked up various parts of his body with the intention of feeding him to his own children. Why in God's name did she do this? Why would anyone do this? Because he wanted to end their relationship. And why did he want to do that?

Because he was literally afraid for his life. He and everyone else in the small town where he worked in a mine knew that Catherine Knight, a woman he'd managed to get out of his life once before, was an absolutely psychotic, extremely physically abusive, very dangerous person. After getting caught, Katherine became the first woman to be sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole

and Australia's history. In fact, the only reason she's even alive today is because Australia abolished the death penalty. And today, we examine her mean spirited life. Katherine is a woman who reminds us that horror knows no gender. A woman can be every bit as murderous and terrifying as a man. So let's head finally down to Australia. And suck on Catherine Knight, a real life, any Wilks of sorts, Kathy Bates character and today on time suck.

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Yes, that link is in the episode description. And I hope you start getting things put back together. Hope that's already happening now in your life. Man, hail, Nimrod. Positive vibe, definitely being sent your way. And I hope a lot of help is coming your way as well. Now, onto a story where the man who needed saving was sadly not sheltered from the human storm known as Catherine Knight. Today's story takes place in Aberdeen, Australia's surf capital, where the waves are as tall as the beach guys and gals are ripped.

Oh, hang loose on Aberdeen, just kidding. Aussie suckers, I know it's not there. I know that Aberdeen is not on the coast and is a bit of a desolate, depressed little burg that has definitely seen better days one might call it a shithole. I think you have to understand a little bit about the culture of this town and the culture of Australia in order to really wrap your head around today's crime and understand how it could even occur. Hard to do the research is sweet because you know you should know Australia does not exist.

It's not real. So there's you know that makes the things that makes research and things that happen in Australia difficult because it's part of the Illuminati, round earth conspiracy. So wake up sheeple, okay? Did you even know that's a real conspiracy, by the way, that Australia does not exist? Yeah, there are people raising families,

voting, having jobs, who think Australia is fucking nonsense. You know, I guess they just believe that any Australian, anyone's ever met just a paid illuminati actor or and or lizard person in sanity. Now Australia is real, so is Aberdeen. Aberdeen is located in the Australian state of New South Wales, a state on the southeastern coast of Australia that was founded as a British penal colony in 1788. New South Wales has a population of almost 8 million people making it Australia's most popular state.

And almost two thirds of its residents, little over 5 million residents live in or around Sydney and half of those residents are kangaroos. Not true, but awesome. If half the population of Sydney actually was kangaroos. Just so many kangaroos, just inexplicably insisting on living in an urban environment. Just condos, full of kangaroos, bouncing, boxing, doing whatever the hell kangaroos do. Prior to British settlement, Aboriginal tribes settled the area over 40,000 years ago.

And then when the British showed up, there was an estimated 250,000 aborigines in the area. The European discovery of New South Wales was made by Captain James Cook during his 1770 survey along the unmapped Eastern coast of the Dutch named continent of New Holland, now Australia. In his original journals covering the survey, and triplicate to satisfy Admiralty orders, Cook first named the land new whales, named after whales, however, and a copy held by the admiral. orders, cook first name the land new whales, named after whales, however, and a copy held by the Admiral. He revised the wording to new South Wales.

And a few years later, the initial columnist of this new South Wales showed up as part of what is now known as the first fleet. The first fleet is the name given to the first 11 ships that departed from Port Smith, England on May 13, 1787 to found the penal colony that became the first European settlement in Australia. The fleet consisted of two Royal Navy vessels, three store ships, six convicts, transports, carrying between 1,000 and 1,500 convicts, Marines, Siemens, civil officers, and free people, a few of them, to a land no European had attempted yet to settle.

These convicts were These conflicts where people say, they say convicts? Yeah. These convicts were people who had committed a variety of crimes, including theft, perjury, fraud, assault, robbery, for which they had variously been sentenced to penal transportation or quote unquote forced relocation

for a period of either seven years, 14 years, or for the term of their natural life. Between 1788 and 1868, about 162,000 convicts were transported by the British government to various penal colonies in Australia, forced colonization, interesting concept. We don't want you here, but we do want that land. So we're gonna help you, by letting you help us,

settle it, or you're gonna die trying. Maybe we should try something like that when we try and colonize Mars down the road, right? You want to spend the next 40 years in prison or you want to find out if humans can survive on Mars Want to spend the rest of your life behind bars or you know for smuggling cocaine or maybe Do you want to try and smuggle enough cocaine to Mars to be high for the rest of your life up there? That would be hilarious if the first video of a call in this for Mars just shows them just ripping rails up in there just, you know, just amazing. We are alive.

We are connected to the first permanent colony on Mars. And it looks like, hey, what are you, what are you doing? Are you smoking? Are you snoring, okay, right now? Ah, fuck yeah, man, every hour on the hour, we've been celebrating, not being dead yet. Could you at least stop doing drugs while we're running the video, this is a live feed?

Ha, could, but I'm not going to. You know why? Well, the fuck you can do, I'm in Mars. What are you gonna arrest me? We can send some officers, some narcotics after us to fucking Mars. Yeah, we're gonna snort this entire video. Maybe we should not colonize Mars with prisoners.

Let me just think about that, man. You send them up there, it'd be so easy. I'm just doing whatever. I guess they could do whatever they want, but what do you really do when you're in like one tiny little biodeon in Mars? But anyway, I got way off track here. This is how Australia started out.

Around 20% of modern Australians are descended from transported convicts, but it's important to note there's a stereotype of the initial Australians being murderers and rapists and child molesters. That kind of criminal is not true. Crimes like rape and murder in the 18th century were punishable by death, so that type of criminal wasn't a candidate for transportation was never put in the boat and sent to the land down under.

Do you come from a land down under, dada, dada, women glow in men blender. Hey, can you hear, can you hear the thunder? Oh yeah, you better run, you better take cover. Gotta love me some men at work. Come on, Colin Hey, if you don't like Colin Hey, we'll fuck you, okay? I know that's aggressive, but he's a fantastic musician. Actually, he was touring through Northern Idaho,

Sandpoint, while back in a mist in very sad. If you ever get a chance, by the way, Colin Haye, now I'm blanking the name of the song, it's one of these old men and work songs, but if they use it as the theme song for scrubs, the acoustic version, it's so good. Anyway, most of the criminals who committed petty crimes like I listed earlier,

generally they were just poor people stealing clothes or food to get by. Sometimes their crimes were related to political protest or religion. Among the first group was a seven-year-old woman who had stolen cheese to eat. Why would you send her? Send that cheese bandit to the island, chain her to the ship.

She's really gonna help us get that first colony going. Doing what? Should be lucky to live to the journey. And then what will she do? Build the first homes? they got the first gardens Hey, she'll you know help us find the first cheeses We need cheese and no one finds more cheese than Nancy McAllister Now these convicts were chained beneath the dector in their entire hellish six-month voyage the first voyage claim the lives lives of nearly 10% of the prisoners, which remarkably proved to be a smaller percentage than the future journeys. On later trips up to a third

of unwilling passengers died on the way. Guess, uh, yes, future prisoners weren't as tough as Nancy McAllister, the Chitter Queen. From England, that first fleet sailed southwest a real-day general, then east to Cape Town via the Grand Southern Ocean to Botany Bay, arriving between January 18th and 20th, 1788, taking 250 to 252 days to get there. The initial spot, those very first European anchored their boats onto on January 26th, to preppy launch of colonists into the continent, was named Sydney Coff. And I guess it'd be on to the continent. But anyway, and the city of Sydney is, yeah, is the side of Australia's first, is the

side of Australia's first colony. According to the first census of 1788, as reported by Governor Philip to Lord Sydney, hello Lord Sydney, the British population of the colony was 130 and the colony also consisted of seven horses 29 sheep 74 swine six rabbits Seven cattle seem I seem low on on rabbits I guess rabbits breed a lot. It seemed a little bit light on cattle But you know they're big hard to translate as governor and governor Phillips reported the demographic breakdown of that initial group There were 548 male convicts, 188 female convicts, 17 children of convicts. There are also 219 Marines and crew, 34 female crew members, 24 kids of either

Marines or crew members. That seems like a horrific initial dude to woman ratio. 548 male criminals, 188 female criminals. Ah, that seems like a recipe for a lot more crime. These initial colonists did not have it easy. Male convicts were taken off the ship's first, they cut down trees, put up tents for people to live in. Men also unloaded the animals, began planting seeds for food, female convicts, finally allowed off the ship 11 days after the men.

These women also had to work to set up an initial place for everyone to live. You know, it was hard work and heat the British weren't used to experiencing in January, temperatures in the 80s Fahrenheit. It could also be super humid. They were built a new community by hand. They didn't exactly have bulldozers and forklifts or even table size or nail guns, you know, long ways to a home depot. Wooden huts were built first followed by storehouses for the food, hospital, government house, home for the government and the church. At first, everyone was just happy to be off the damn boats and on dry land. Initially, relations with the local tribes were peaceful.

But then as the first few months unfolded, the harsh reality of the colony's isolation began to set in. There had been glimpses of hope and happiness, such as several marriages and the birth of at least 30 children, fertile farming soils were founded Paramata, 15 miles, 24 kilometers upstream from Sydney, a settlement, second settlement using it was started on Norfolk Island. Some of the initial conflicts in Sydney then began causing problems though, along with sporadic theft of stores and belongings and numerous runaways, the newly bonded community of castaway strangers was rife with drunkenness, dirty deeds, and a quote-care for you approach to sexual relations.

Heathens, filthy, godless heathens, just forticating on the beach, just getting drunk and probably just taking their dirty, sex-filled ways just right to the streets. Just taking it to the streets, taking it to the streets, taking it to the streets. Just taking it to the streets taking it to the streets taking it to the streets no more need for running. I got the melody off. No more. Ah, now I can't get it back. Now I can't get it back. I'm sorry Michael Mothra, fuck him McDonald's. Hell triple wham. Sweet white haired bar to the suck. I had to do that because you know I sang the minute work stuff and then you know triple I'm got jealous. I you know pulled out that call and hay earlier and then I ruined no more now I can't get

the melody my hell well. Oh well early 1789 early January a convict was hanged for repeating acts of armed robbery of suck you arrested for theft in England you decide that side not to hang you then you sail for months chain to a boat you make to hang you. Then you sail for months. Chain to a boat. You make it to a country where you have to build a new town from scratch. Only to then get hanged. Also, what a slow learner. It's like, dude, you were just given a chance not to die and you blew it. Four other convicts earned 100 lashes each for a three-day absence from work. I feel like 100 lashes might end up causing you to miss a few more days of work.

Not sure how you pop out of bed, you know, just early, just bright eyed, but she tailed ready to go when you get a hundred lashes day before. Well, what do I know? You know, maybe I should start lashing Joe Paisley from time to time. See if he gets more or less worked on,

be fun experiment. If it's more, maybe I get lashes myself here and there, you know, that's a good productivity for the whole crew at a new task. The Lindsay's weekly workflow. But enough about lashes. Some of the first livestock brought over died of disease. Others were literally struck by lightning.

No one saw that coming. God, when you bring like a few animals to a new land, you get nothing there, and then the animals are getting struck by lightning. I feel like you got to know that A, got exists, and B, got to hate you. Uh, unfins cattle started wandering off and disappearing into the bush, into the at back. Uh, also surprise, surprise, some of the convicts they brought over were not actually

amazing at farming. Who would have guessed that people with no experience farming would be bad at farming, especially when work with the, you know, with a totally different soil composition, then what they would have used in England when they had to work with that. Who could have seen that coming? Let's break up much of a convicts and just make them start awesome farms. Also some of the Marines once they realized what their life is now going to be like when they finally did the men to women math, their little ratio math. They're kind of a little disperited.

And then they became a little negligent. And they're overseen of the convicts duties, you know. This is go from some moral something I don't care. I'm going to die alone here. Well, I'm going to die alone here. I'm just stares off expressionless into the middle distance. Also after about two years, Sydney's food supplies were beginning to seriously dwindle provisions shipped on that first fleet and run out.

Storehouses have been ransacked by rats, become rotten and damp, not surprisingly, a store provisions vanished. Local stocks of fish, fruit, marsupials, bird life grew increasingly scarce from rampant over harvesting. Violent encounters with Aboriginal people became commonplace as convicts chanced upon a steal in their stuff to get by. And they didn't care for that. But despite these hardships, the community survived.

Many of the convicts did work and did build a new community in a new land. Initially convict work was focused on the basis of survival and shelter, clearing land, cutting trees, farm, farm and docks, tracks, bridges, fortifications, gather materials for storehouses and workshops. You know, getting shingles logs, saplings, rocks, muds, sand, oyster shell, mortar put together, convict convex building their own houses Some in neat roads others jumbled on the rugged shelves of the rocks Convex also hunted fish collected oysters vegetables and tea gathered from the bush by the mid 1790s

The colony's future is starting to look brighter convict labor directed towards larger scale agricultural production Throughout the decade a series of expansive government farms were established to experiment with crops, train farmers, most importantly, both of the government's grain and vegetable stores. The new colonists were pushing inland and that push would lead to today's town of Aberdeen. These inland farms were often dangerous places to be as their expansion into Aboriginal lands west of Sydney triggered frontier warfare from the 1790s through to the 1810s. Convict farmers as both perpetrators and victims face mounting hostility, but these farms had to be created. The new coastal colonies were going to become self-sustaining. Sydney and the other new coastal colonies needed more than fish just surviving.

He crops needed livestock. So after those first ships of convicts and Marines proved that this new land wasn't was conducive to supporting the lives of the European settling it. Britain began to gain the interest of wealthier citizens to invest in Australia. Right, the hardest work has done now. Those first convicts had built the first few communities. Roads were carved out of the land, towns were fortified. And those first settlers, the ones who survived, there were some tough people. I got a kick out of reading a a few of their biographies. Just two, just real quick.

Check this out. John Limeburner lasted until 1847 after shown up one of those first boats, 1788. The South Australian Register reported in an article dated Wednesday, November 3rd, 1847. John Limeburner, the oldest colonist in Sydney, died in September last at the advanced stage of 104 years. He helped to pitch the first 10th in Sydney and remembered the first display of the British flag there, which was hoisted in a swamp oak tree, then growing on a spot now occupied as to what a police court. He was one of the last of those called the first fleeters. John Limeburner was a convict on the Charlotte convicted on July 9, 1785 at New Serum, Wilshire,

a theft of a waste coat of shirt and stockings. He married Elizabeth Ireland in 1790 at Rosehill and together they established a 50-acre farm at Prospect. He died at Ashfield in September 1847 and his buried at St. John's Ashfield. Just like we talked about the Rhino,, Suck, man, how cool that must have been to build a European-style town where nothing existed like that on any scale when you first showed up in this continent, right?

Like, there will never be a human experience comparable to that again until we start colonizing other planets. One more first settler bio, Elizabeth Betty King, maiden name of Thackerie, tried and convicted of theft on May 4, 1786, and Manchester sentenced to 70 years' transportation for picking up two small butterscotch candies off of the street to belong to the child of a local minor nobleman who had lost in the previous day. I don't know what a crime was actually. I do know that in August, 1800, she bought 10 acres of land from Samuel King at Cascade Stream on January 28, 1810, Elizabeth

married fellow first-fleeter private Samuel King, lived with him until his death in 1849. Betty King died in New Norfolk, Tasmania. On August 7, 1856, at the age of 89, she's buried in the church yard of the Methodist Chapel in a back river next to her husband. And the marked grave bears a first fleet plaque. She was one of the first British women to land in Australia and the last first fleet to die. And those last first fleeters, they lived long enough to see or at least hear about the founding of Aberdeen and the surrounding area around Aberdeen.

Aberdeen is located 138 kilometers or 86 miles northwest from Newcastle, Australia. Newcastle being situated on the Pacific coast, on the southeastern side of Australia, and Newcastle is 167 kilometers or 104 miles up the coast north from Sydney. And in 1828, 37-year-old Englishman Thomas Potter McQueen, the wealthy son of a doctor who had married the daughter of a noblest state owner and Bedfordshire obtained a grant of 10,000 acres from Sir Thomas Brisbane. I guess it'd be Brisbane. The Scotsman who Brisbane Australia, named after, with the provisional reserve of a

further 10,000 acres. He'd sought after this land as part of a British plan to develop a large-scale farming and ranching in the interior of its new territory of Australia, using a combination of convict labor and wealthy British colonizers early on England realized that it needed to send more people other than just convicts and Marines to watch those convicts if they really wanted this new experiment and colonization to work. So the next year, 1829 Thomas appointed Peter McIntyre as his overseer and entrusted Peter to select and develop these lands and then a carefully chosen party of mechanics, farmers,

shepherds, equipped with farm machinery, stores, sheep, horses, stud cattle, sailed in two chartered ships, the Hugh Crawford and Nimrod. Seriously, one of the ships was called Nimrod. Hail Nimrod! The glorious God of the suck is clearly personally guiding us through today's episode. I am but his humble and or mentally unstable servant. And the pastor's aboard Nimrod reached Sydney on April 7, 1825. On the Queens behalf, McIntyre chose his grand 10,000 acres and what is now known as Hunter

River Valley, naming it a Sejoon Ho after his employer's birthplace. Under Macintosh's guidance, this new community quickly developed into a thriving agricultural estate. His work was continued by H.C. Sempel, who followed him as manager in 1830. McQueen's venture of 1824 was the first direct shipment of free immigrants to New South Wales. And it solved that huge initial problem of not having a dependable supply of wheat and meat. You need that meat. dependable supply of wheat and meat. You need that meat, you need that wheat, wheat meat.

Between 1825 and 1838, the queen spent at least 42,000 pounds on plants, stock and improvements on Sejoonho, firmly established 100 values reputation for efficient agriculture. During the drought in 1827 through 1830, Sejoonho was the main source of grain for the whole Valley. About 160 convicts were employed to Sejoonho, McQueen brought some of their wives and families as well. Numbers of them later becoming tenant farmers on the estate. Several of his employees, including the Macinty brothers, Peter, John and Donald Alexander Campbell and Sempill became pioneer squatters in the

new England district. At the promptings of McQueen, the government laid out the township of Aberdeen in 1838, and the road to Sechinhoe became part of the great North Road. So that's the beginning of Aberdeen, little center for wheat and meat for Australia's early settlers. And the primary employment in this new little town quickly became slaughtering the meat, and that job and industry will lead directly into today's tale. Today less than 2,000 people call Aberdeen home.

Many of them retire. There aren't the jobs there used to be. Prior to 1999, beginning in the mid to late eight, 19th century, the town was home to a number of large abattoirs or slaughterhouses. In 1999, a Chicago-based packaged foods company called Con Agra decided to shut down all of its new, yeah, all of its new South Wales abattoirs, gutting the little town of Aberdeen, pun intended after accidentally riding it to start. Prior to that, four generations, Aberdeens, primary, primary employer, my god, it's

largest employer by far, worthy slaughterhouses. After that, it was the cattle ranches and farmers ran in the town, a few mines, copper, coal, gold, and more have been mined over the years around Aberdeen in the state of New South Wales. The area became around Aberdeen, excuse me, the Hunter Valley has also become somewhat famous for horse ranches, like high-end horse ranches. We're very, very expensive horses of bread, like horses of cost over a million bucks each. And today, those horse ranches, cattle ranches, farms are main, but prior to that, primarily

a slaughterhouse town, abattoir, man, everybody's working in the abattoir. Cattle night worked in a variety of abattoirs, more on that in a bit. And Aberdeen was a rough town, like you know, that's important to today's story. It's a rough town, very blue collar, formed by rough people, you know, and blue collar doing like, you know, some pretty gruesome shit, and blue collar doing like, you know, some pretty gruesome shit, you know, needed stuff, you know, slaughterhouse town. And all of that, you know, gave it a culture

which I feel like I can relate to. It reminds me of the stories I heard about my hometown and Riggins Eye to Hell when I was a kid. I know Riggins personally is a little tourist town. That's what it's been to me in my lifetime. A town where people pop in, floating on the salmon river, you know, do some white water rafting, have some snacks, have some sodas, and then get out of town. But back in the 70s, go back decades before that, it was a little logging town very rough. Our slaughterhouse was a sawmill.

My dad worked there for a few years. My grandpa and great-grandpa worked there for most of their working lives. There was only, you know, a few bars in town, all of them dive bars, especially in the 70s. Most everyone in town who were single or at least maybe not married of legal age, which was 19 of the time to drink, probably under the age of 50, would just get fucking hammered a lot of weekends in these bars. Probably a lot of married couples did too. My dad has tons of tales of various bar fights. I mean, this is a town where they would just wait for like college kids traveling up from Boise State through town

or down from University of Idaho and just beat them up for being quote unquote hippies. Just literally just beat the shit out of them. Well, I guess maybe not literally beat the shit out of them, but they would, yeah, they would slap around. Tons of tales of fights all started on also because this guy was sleeping with that gal, who just was dating this other guy the week before.

And all that leads us to the backdrop of today's tale. You know, dating options, very, very limited in rigans still are, but used to be even more so prior to traveling out of town on the weekends being the norm, you know, with better cars and, you know, vehicles and, you know, I don't know, just culturally things shifted to people like not staying in town as much, you know, and especially dating was much more difficult prior to like Tinder, Facebook, any kind of social media, you know, back in the 70s, a lot of the town worked for the same employer, they drank from the same handful of places, and they dated from a very small pool of people, especially small when you consider how the norm was to marry young.

So there were only a handful of non-married women in their 20s and 30s at any given time in these towns like Riggins, like truly maybe like 20 probably tops. And for that small group, you know, only a few who would actually describe as being physically attractive, you know, just numbers game. And I imagine the same culture after doing this, you know, research existed in Aberdeen and may still exist there. You know, it's a little bigger than Riggins, had about 2000 people at the time of our tale, but you know, as geographically isolated as Riggins, you look at a map of Aberdeen and may still exist there. You know, it's a little bigger than Riggins. How about 2,000 people at the time of our tale, but, you know, as geographically isolated as Riggins, you look at a map of Aberdeen.

There's not a lot around it. Mostly just more little towns like Aberdeen. I mean, there's scones, 16 kilometers, 10 miles to North. Now that there's about 4,000 people there, but still not a lot. There's Corin die. Hours drive to the North. Only has 2,000 people.

It's 55 miles, 89 kilometers away. There's muscle, muscle brook, roughly 12,000 people, 15, 20 minute drive to the South. And the closest actual city with a few hundred thousand people is Newcastle, which is a two hour drive away. But again, prior to dating apps, social media, it was hard to get out of town and meet people to date nearby communities

and then convince them to move to your little town if it did go well, especially if you're hitting the bar scene, you know, why risk a drunk driving ticket? And some other town have to drive back from that where you can just kind of stumble home from the bar in your little town. And these little towns, I imagine too, are kind of like Riggins' very territorial,

where it's like, you know, there's new meadows as an hour's drive from Riggins' grainville, as an hour's drive from Riggins' where the way my dad would describe it, you know, the locals didn't take kindly to some dude from like Grangeville coming into the riggins bars and trying to hit on the riggins women. I imagine there was some of that in Aberdeen as well.

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Now we're getting into it. Now we're getting into the nitty gritty today's episode. October 24th, 1955, Catherine Mary Knight was born the youngest of twin girls in the 4,000 person town of Tentrefield, New South Wales, five hours to the north of Aberdeen. Her mother was one Barbara Ruffin and was married to Jack Ruffin. And while born in Tentrefield, because Aberdeen probably didn't have a proper hospital, they were living in Aberdeen when she gave birth to four sons prior to Catherine. They weren't really living up in Tentrefield. It's just where she gave, also gave birth to four sons prior to Catherine. So they weren't really living up in tenor field.

It's just where she happened to be born. And then a year or so before the birth of Catherine, she began her mother began this affair with Ken Knight, a friend and coworker of Jack Ruffin at a local slaughterhouse, and pretty soon everyone in town knew the affair causes a big scandal in the small conservative town. Of course, it does. Barbara and Ken's families are well known. In the fallout of the affair, both Barbara and Ken

end up leaving town relocating to Mori, New South Wales, four hours north of Aberdeen where Ken found work at another slaughterhouse. I got a little confused there for a second. So Catherine, when she was born, yeah, no, she didn't live in Aberdeen because her mom left Aberdeen under the scandal of having an affair with Catherine's dad.

So Barbara, this is crazy to me, her mom, the interesting character. Barbara left all four of her sons behind when she moved her two elder boys stay with her father, Jack. Well, her two younger boys were sent to live with her aunt, Sydney. Catherine's father of course, Ken Knight, you know, this guy and Ken and Barbara ended up having four kids of their own. And Ken is described in numerous articles as basically a complete piece of shit. They don't use that exact phrase, but he sounds like a huge eluser.

Violent alcoholic who would allegedly rape Barbara multiple times a day. That said that in numerous sources. A few sources said Ken would quote, uh, rape Barbara in front of the children. Dear God. Can you imagine that being part of your childhood? I hope you can't, I really hope you can. Barbara would occasionally make light of her injuries by explaining to whoever inquired

about her freshly battered face that her husband would, quote, knock her out for sex, which is not how sex is supposed to happen. So like many violent people, Catherine is raised in a home of violence with her twin sister Joy and her two younger brothers. Supposedly Barbara often told her daughter's intimate details of her sex life and how much she hated sex and men.

Years later, when Knight complained to her mother that one of her partners wanted her to take part in a sex act. She did not want to perform. Barbara told her to put up with it and stop complaining. That's a quote, another quote, put up with it and stop complaining. Barbara sounds like she was never in the running for a mother of the year. What terrible mom advice. You don't like getting your butt?

Well, tough, Teddy. I bit down on the pillow and I took it. If you're smart, you'll do the same. Don't you think I should at least talk to my partner about what feels good to me and what I enjoy to see if we can work out a healthy sex life that can satisfy both of us? You don't think that's the best choice mother? Sweetie, I stopped listening when you said think. Stop thinking and take it.

Lie down, be still, try and relax. Just know that no matter where he sticks it, he'll eventually finish and pass out. You know, they always get sleepy eventually. Uh, yeah, so Barbara's terrible. 1959 Barbara's ex-husband Jack dies when Catherine is four years old and her two boys who are living with her father now moving with Ken and Barbara. And night with later claim, she was frequently sexually assaulted by her brothers and several other family members, though not by her father until she was 11.

Court appointed psychiatrists would later examine Catherine's claims. Do believe her and various family members later confirmed Catherine was molested and sexually assaulted as a kid. So she is now being raised in a hillbilly hellhole. Mom's getting raped by stepdad, she's getting raped by brothers and more. I mean, I guess these allegations were corroborated. Part of me was like, I don't know, just because as we'll find out later, she was not opposed to lying about things just like that to kind of get herself off the hook for various things.

So I don't know. But if it was true, if she really did experience this kind of childhood, it does help explain the rage she would later feel towards men. 1969, when Catherine's 14, her family would move back to Aberdeen when her stepdad released the area of Aberdeen. Where Stepdad can, you got a job at a slaughterhouse near Musclebrook, Catherine and Joe, and rolled it musclebrook high school. Catherine became known as something of a loner and as a bully to younger pupils, also known for sudden, vicious rages of the slightest upset. You know, she could be calm, totally fine one second, and then rage, crazy

anger the next second. At other times, you know, she was a perfect student with impeccable behavior. Cassidy left school at 15, scarcely able to read a write. Her first job was in a clothing factory as a cutter. At the age of 16, she landed her life's ambition as a worker in an abattoir. Yeah, and that's another thing interesting about Kathleen. Supposedly, when she was a little kid, her dream was to work at one of these slaughterhouses. She was really fast in it with the slaughterhouses from an early early age.

Now, Avatar work is tough. It's a mail down in profession, casting quickly established a reputation as being every bit as tough as any of the men who would work there. She loved her job, rapidly promoted to boning carcasses and she was rewarded with her own set of razor sharp butchered knives.

Like the Avatar gave her these knives and they became like her prized possessions and she would hang them over her bed at night. So there were the last things she would see at night. The first thing she would see in the morning, seriously, she would do this for the rest of her life. That's a fucking big red flag that someone is both insane and violent when their favorite possession is knives and they hang these knives over their bed. That is so beyond creepy. At work, if anyone had said her, she would challenge them, knife in hand to armed combat, also a little bit

of a red flag that someone's not mentally stable when they want to settle arguments with knives. No one ever took her up on this offer. If they had, she probably would have ended up in prison for a different murder than the one we'll talk about today. However, apart from her ferocious temper and rage,age is the red headed Catherine had a charming and cheery side to her nature. And apparently, according to numerous sources, a voracious sexual appetite. She's a horny little Vixen. 1973 at age 19, Catherine began a relationship with coworker David Kellet at age 22. He was age 22. David is lucky to be alive today. It was a relationship that Catherine totally dominated. She proposed to him, he accepted.

In 1944, they get married and David later recalled that Catherine's mother, Barbara, old Barbara, mom of the year, gave him some advice before they got married. She said, this is like your future mother-in-law, telling you this, you better watch this one. She'll fucking kill you. Still, her up the wrong way, do the wrong thing and you'll fucked. Don't ever think if playing up on her, she'll fucking kill you. She's got a screw loose somewhere. Can you imagine hearing that

from your mother-in-law? If you, if you ever do hear something like that from a potential future mother-in-law, get the fuck out, run, move to different towns, start a new life, get a new name. Happy to be welcomed into the family, David. just a quick word of advice do whatever my daughter asked you to do when she asked you to do it i'm not saying that because i expect you to cater to her every whim i'm saying that because i'm worried about you David my daughter is a straight-up sociopath she will fucking cut you she will fucking cut you David she'll kill you for the slightest provocation i'll see you at the chapel. How you about to make the biggest mistake you don't talk about.

Uh, and then David didn't make it very far into the wedding before he really pisses her off on her wedding night. Catherine attempts to strangle him. Not even one night. He didn't even make it one night. Uh, Catherine became enraged because this speaks to her voracious sexual appetite because he only managed to make love to her three times before passing out.

Three times on the wedding night? That sounds like a lot to me. She told him, you know, that she wanted to make love all night long and she wasn't kidding. And when he only got it up three times, when he passed out after three times on the wedding night, she finally tries to strangle him.

Oh man, she would have not gotten along well at all with Chikotilo right? What is big deal? Why is the laundry so shamecock? What do you you think I want this? You think I love limp sadness tube? Dangle between strong Russian russian dyes. Please stop strangle me that's my thing. I'd not like roll reverse like me. You, you scared me, Copsron. You, you scared Chickatoo. On another night, Dickhead David couldn't get a shit together again, came home late after joining his workmates for a game of darts at the bar,

and you done did it, David. You done did it. Did you invite Catherine to play? No, of course not. Now she's pissed. Upon arriving home, he opens the front door. This isn't funny. This isn't funny. I'm just laughing at the ridiculousness. He opens the front door. Right? You know, sneaking to this own fucking house. Whereas, you know, newlywed wife living, and she presses a hot iron on the side of his face. Like as he pops in the door, psss, iron to face, leaving an imprint of the iron on his cheek.

You know, as one does when their partner comes home light. I can't even remember how many times I've burned Lindsey's face with a hot iron. You know, how many times does it take before you learn? No, Catherine and for Bay, David to seek medical assistance, you know, suck it up. David does see a doctor the following day in secret, proving he's a baby. Come on, dude. Oh, my face, my heart. Rub some aloe vera on it. Fucking dart playing whiner. Uh, no, just so ridiculous. Another night when

Catherine is pregnant, he arrives home late again after a darts competition. How did you not fucking learn about darts? Catherine does not like darts cat man. How many times you have to tell you you play darts or you get your face burned or worse She's been she's been very clear No, David arrives home this time to see that she is burned all of his clothes and shoes Yeah, just through him in the fucking stove straight up burned a shit And then his night gets worse from there. Yelling and screaming at him, Catherine hits him on the back of the head with a heavy frying pan and almost kills him.

He you know barely holds on to consciousness. He flees the house. He seeks refuge in a neighbor's house before collapsing and passing out. The neighbor takes him to the hospital where he is sent back home for being a fucking cry baby. Oh, you can't take a lickin' with an iron? You can't take a lickin' with a frying pan? How many times do you have to be hit or burned?

Before you understand that she just doesn't want you playing darts. What's it gonna take to get that figure thick? But now, not quite as thick as this fractured skull. No, David is treated for a badly fractured skull. The police are alerted. They want a charged Catherine for Grievous bodily harm, but she persuades David to drop the charges. Buy me, please, don't press charges. You know, you know I didn't mean it. You know

how I get about dots, David? You know they make me crazy. I just start thinking, does he love dots more than me? And then I start thinking, is he fucking those dots? Is he? I knew it. He's making a fool out of me. He's out to bar, fucking dots. Everyone knows it, but me. Baby, please, I'm sorry, I just hit you again. I can't even talk about dots, baby, I'm sorry, I just stabbed you. I gotta say, this episode has reminded me of what an asshole I've been at times

when it comes to the notion of female against male domestic violence. I wanna be completely honest, I have never taken it seriously. I was never really around it growing up. Only one memory of my mom trying to hit my dad, but there's a good chance he deserved it. And that's a whole other story. I probably should not share out of respect

for family members, but that's the only time I ever saw anything even close to this. It wasn't the norm at all. And even in that instance, my dad didn't seem like scared. He easily defended himself. He's bigger, stronger, faster. And I'm not, this is, not, I hope it doesn't come across as cocky, but I've just always been stronger than any woman I've ever dated. You know, I'm not a gigantic guy, but I'm not a tiny guy. And, and not being, you know, cocky,

but I, you know, younger, I was kind of, why are we strong? And I've left the weight off and on, you know, my whole life. And I just, and I've just never dated, like, I guess, like a, like a female boxer or something, like someone who physically intimidated me. There was one girl in college, excuse me, a rugby player actually who superfisting, she would try and wrestle aggressively when she got drunk and she would throw punches, not in the face, but in the stomach, she was a little nuts and I definitely got some bruises from her and some of those punches and unexpected takedowns for sure hurt, she was fucking rugged.

But it was all in the spirit of kind of rough play. You know, she wasn't trying to teach me a lesson or put me in my place. Super annoying. And I did on multiple occasions, you know, get upset. I'm like, dude, fuck stop. What are you doing? This is annoying. But I was never afraid.

I was never worried about her like, you know, put me in a hospital with a beating. I've never had a male friend or male family member who'd ever gotten beaten up, you know, savagely by a woman to my knowledge. And so I've always had this attitude towards women just, you know, against men violence of just kind of being like, dude, come on, just tell her to quit. Just get out of here, what's the big deal? This episode has changed me.

I realized I've been super ignorant. I would have been absolutely terrified of Catherine Knight. So sad and depressed if no one took my cries for help. Seriously, if my son Kyler dated somebody like Catherine Knight, I would for sure step in and be like, fuck and get the fuck away from him. I don't want to have hitting a woman on my life's resume, but if you fucking hit my son again, maybe I bet a lot of people in the tough guy, slaughterhouse town of Aberdeen and the surrounding communities did not take

Catherine's violence very seriously either. I bet, you know, co husband, David's friends and stuff, I bet they didn't take it seriously, but it was serious. This is not playful wrestling. This is not someone just being feisty. Catherine is a violent fucking sociopath. She almost kills David with that frying pan and she's not done. In May of 1976, 20 year old Catherine gives birth to the couple's first daughter, Melissa Ann, and she does not handle her postpartum depression

very well at all. A few days later, David wakes one morning to find Catherine sitting on top of his chest, holding one of her prize bony knives to his throat. Look of pure horror and shock. I'm sure on David's face, a face, Catherine sees it laughs and just talks about how easily she could just kill him right now. David does the right thing in the situation. And when she's, you know, off and I guess shower and up or whatever away, he fucking flees. Unfortunately, he does not take his baby with him. He leaves cat for another woman, leaving Catherine with her just weeks old baby daughter, Melissa, at that that point Catherine's distraught depressed and raged. I don't know evil.

Just days after David leaves Melissa, little baby Melissa is found abandoned on train tracks like a weird old timey villain. She leaves her newborn baby on some train tracks like for the train to run the baby over. That is some ruthless cold-hearted shit. Fortunately, baby Melissa and his discover just minutes before a train was going to tear her into pieces by a neighbor. No one saw her do it. You know, she would deny it. Everyone in town knew she did it. You know, someone or she should be somehow, nobody alerts authorities when they find this baby.

They just bring the baby back to Catherine. She doesn't get in trouble, but trouble is coming. As the days go by, with no word from David, Catherine's anger intensifies. She begins to attack her neighbors with an axe. Seriously, so many axes lately on the suck. What's up with all the axes, by the way? Excuse me. Luckily, she does not hit anybody. She just swings it wildly. Anyone who tries to come, check on her at home. And then the police are finally called. Yeah, my to Catherine swinging an ax. He anyone who tries to come, check on her at home. And then the police are finally called. Yeah, it might, Catherine's swinging and accident. Everyone who comes to try and check on the baby.

We would just have an abobby smoking cigars. We didn't want to call the coppers, but Kroiki, this Sheila's mad is cut snake today, might luckily, yeah, the local police they do come, they take Catherine to psychiatrist at St. Elmo's Hospital in Tamworth. She's diagnosed as suffering from postnatal depression. Turns out it was a wee bit more than that, but okay. Upon her release, Catherine demands the local 16 year old girl, Margaret McBeth, drive for the Queensland, where she plans on killing her husband, David and his mother, Jean. And to her credit, Margaret is like, no, I'm not driving you to a double meta. So Katzman decides to put a little bit more pressure on Margaret. She takes whatever slaughterhouse

but her knives forces Margaret into the car and cuts Margaret's face. So severely that Margaret is now bleeding profusely. Margaret still manages to drive and manages to escape a short time later when she stops to refill the car with gas. And I'm guessing people like, holy shit, your fucking face is really bleeding. The gas station owner calls police. When the police arrived, they find Catherine holding a terrified young boy, just some random young boy at the gas station hostage.

She's waving her knife around wildly. The police officers managed to disarm her by quote, I love this, attacking her with brooms, seriously. They find some brooms at the gas station and that's how they get the knife, I guess, away from her. That sounds like the way you would attack a pigeon, not a, not a Persian shoe. Go on, get, get away from that blow with that knife. Like, go on, shoe, shoe, get, go on, get out of here. Don't come back here, shoe.

Once in custody, Catherine's taken to more set psychiatric hospital for assessment and detained under their supervision Her daughter Melissa handed over to her parents Ken and Barbara Knight and then David Kellett after being informed by the police that his wife had been detained Excuse me under a heavy sedation in a secure psychiatric ward. He returns with his mother Jean to aid his troubled wife wrong move Go back for the baby and then get the fuck away from Stavvy McGee. And August 1976 with when little Melissa A&S three months old, excuse me, Catherine's release from the psychiatric hospital into the care of her mother-in-law, Jean, that's so weird to me. So she released into the care of the person that she wanted to kill.

On the condition that Jean ensures that Catherine takes her medication and I'm guessing that you know that Catherine, you know, you know, promises not medication. And I'm guessing that, you know, that Catherine, you know, and, you know, promises not to murder Jean. I'll watch you for reals, but do not murder me. You will be in so much trouble if you murder me. I will be furious. I will not try to help you again if you do kill me. Once Catherine is determined to be stable and consistently taking her meds, David and Catherine

decided to make a fresh start. And with Melissa and Jean, they rent a bungalow and wood ridge and South Brisbane and Aitau will drive. No, please devabitane. David takes a job as a truck driver, Catherine. You know, she finds a job at another abattoir in her Ipswich. You know, takes her, takes her prize knives in and gets to bone in back to the slaughterhouse. And the fresh start, of course, does not call the storm that is cast for night or violent rages begin again and she starts beating on

day with her fists, kitchen appliances, anything she can get her hands on. She becomes convinced that David has a woman in any town he happens to drive his truck to. One night he returns home to discover that in one of her jealous rages, she is burnt all of his fucking clothes again. And he stays. Why? I'm strongly guessing that the makeup sex is pretty intense. I'm guessing the sex in general is pretty wild. New resources refer to this in one way or another. You don't get to burn some dudes close twice. Beat on him a lot. Then with the hospital, almost killing with a frying pan, and leave his baby on some train tracks, and also be terrible in bit. It's

not very likely. Despite all the insanity at March 6, 1980, the couple has another baby, Natasha Marie, David is a fucking idiot. No sex in the world is worth that much crazy. However, despite Catherine's violent ways, this couple stays together for another four years. And then by 1984, the marriage is broken down completely. Catherine and her daughters moved back to Aberdeen into her parents' house. Catherine, you know, she gets a job, of course, at an appertoir, rents a house nearby and muscle brook. Then a year later, at the age of 30, Catherine hurts her back at the slaughterhouse, and she's given a disability pension and government housing.

Two years later, in 1986, Catherine finds herself a new Dave Dave do day part two. She begins a relationship with 38-year-old divorce divorced minor Dave Saunders who lived in the nearby town of Scone, a well-liked mate known for enjoying a drink at the bar. What could possibly go wrong? A few months into this relationship Dave moves in with Katherine and her daughters, keeps his apartment in Scone and he's happy he's done so. And over the next few months, Catherine's jealous, rages rear their ugly head again. Same old pattern returns of beating synopologies.

After a bad fight, Dave leaves for his apartment in scone and then inevitably Catherine would call and beg him to return. Oh, and this is bad. Oh, in May of 1997, Catherine gets especially mad at Dave and slits the throat of his two month old puppy. And then Bojangles punches her fucking door off the hinges with his bionic fourth leg, uses his mouth to somehow stitch the puppy's neck close, save his life, and then he drops his bionic arm, replaces it with the gatlin gun, he'd strapped onto his back and turns

Catherine night into a pile of blood and bullet casings because fuck that lady for trying to kill a puppy praise but jangles but jangles and raises that pup as his own after pissing on the remains of cast for his corpse and years later that saved puppy would give birth to my little petty pooper no sadly of course that's not what happens uh... Catherine slits the throat of Dave's two-month-old puppy and kills it, then tells him that's what's going to happen to him if he has an affair. And then she beats him unconscious with a heavy frying pan. That part is true.

What the fuck? The only difference between this monster and one of the serial killers we've covered is a lack of interest in just killing strangers. She clearly would have no moral qualms about killing people, or at least doesn't seem like she would. Too many hours in a slaughterhouse maybe? After years of slicing throats there, I guess, you know, why care about a puppy? I did watch this one documentary

where a former coworker talked about how, you know, for a wild cat's house job was to actually like slice the throat of the cattle or the sheep or whatever animals that were putting down at the abattoir at that time. And I guess most people, they didn't relish that particular duty, but Catherine did. And I guess most people would just do it really fast,

try to get it over with, make it as painless as possible. Painless as possible, but Catherine, Catherine, excuse me, I always don't like like Catherine for some reason, but Catherine, I guess just kind of savored, would really like take her time. You know, suppose you have a crazy kind of looking around, fucking slice her throats, just a monster.

And what does Dave number two do after Catherine kills his puppy and knocks him unconscious? I guess you're pregnant. Man, make up sex. How many lives have been ruined by make up sex? Dude, just beat off. Beat off until the urge goes away and then start thinking with the real brain again. Beat off a few times. Beat off until the thought of sex of any kind with anyone is not interest you in the slightest

because your penis is now just a fucking rugged chew toy of a dick because you just beaten all the fun sensation out of it. I feel like some of our male listeners under the age of 25, might be like, is it even possible to beat off that much? Yes it is. It's not easy, but when you're young, but you can do it. You can beat that meat until no longer holds any power over of you.

There's always other women out there. You do not need to stay with a psychotic asshole. There are mentally stable women who are capable and very interested in having wild and crazy sex. You don't have to be with the fucking psycho. I feel like this is where that small town culture comes in. Man, Catherine, Catherine, she wasn't gorgeous, but she wasn't ugly. And you know, strong sex drive, she's single, she's free. You You know if Dave doesn't date her There really aren't that many other options as far as women in this little cluster of towns around him will be single

Sexual cool with him going out and getting hammered his buddies from the mind at the bar And that's why I feel like why in situations like this maybe moving isn't such a bad idea, you know Or maybe just being single, you know being being alone not such a bad idea You know, I don't know go go live somewhere where there's more dating options, less violent ones. June of 1988, Dave and Catherine have a baby, Sarah, kind of hope Sarah is doing well today. What a monster of a mother she has. Dave decides now that they have a baby together to buy house, you know, buy house for the fam for the happy fam, probably not get a dog. Maybe, maybe, maybe wait on a dog, he puts a deposit down to small house in McQueen Street in Aberdeen. When Catherine's compensation for the work injury that her back comes through, she pays off the rest of

the mortgage. Catherine for the first time in her life owns her house. She sets about decorated to her taste and this shit is crazy. Right? Dad will surprise you. She hangs her prized knives above the bed. Uh, she decorates the rest of the house with dead animal skins, horns, skulls, machetes, rusty animal traps, rakes, pitchforks, a scythe dangling from a rope above the fucking living room. Says a huge video collection, which consists mainly of films and documentaries

about horror and death. At this point, I wonder if New Dave understands that she has a death wish, or I mean, I mean, the day he understands that he has a death wish, you know, all the signs are there for her being a murderous maniac, other than actual murder, you know, the puppy thing you should have said he'm running, you know, I was gonna go ahead and say that if anyone you are friends

with or date or married to, if they ever cut a puppy's throat, relationship over, fuck counseling. Ah, no, my wife, you know, Lindsey, she loves me. But if I cut Penny Pooper or Ginger Bell's throat, I'm out as I should be. There's no apologizing. There's no moving on from that. I would rather have Lindsey cheat on me than cut one of our dog's throat like easily. That's so insane.

And their new home, cats and violent ways continue. Of course, he do. You don't slice a pubby throat, you know, one day and then just turn into fucking June Cleaver the next. Now, one of their fights starts with a cat cutting up Dave's clothes and ends with a hitting Dave in the face, the iron. They old go to the iron and then kicks it up a notch stabs him in the stomach with the pair of scissors. Dave immediately moves back to scone. She later visits him in scone. They fight again, she vandalizes his car. He gets scared enough to go into hiding.

No one will tell Kat where he's gone. She takes an overdose of sleeping pills to eat his attention. Now it gets re-admitted at the psychiatric hospital. Tells the medical staff and plays to Dave has been abusing her, and that she's scared of him. She's the fucking devil. The court issues her and apprehended violence order against Dave legally preventing him from contacting their children. She is a living nightmare.

The more I read about her, the more I wish that there was a death penalty in Australia. And she wasn't here today, which one of these guys would have killed her. She's a force and she's an evil force of nature. And some alternate universe, if the toy box killer would have kidnapped her, she would have laughed off his torture and then slit his throat. She scares me. Uh, May of 1990, 34-year-old Catherine begins a new relationship with 43-year-old John Chillin's worth, an ex-co-worker from the Abattoir. Old slaughterhouse fuck buddy, and they quickly have a baby son together, Eric.

Ah, man, she doesn't waste time. Ah, kid number four for Cat, uh, and, and only the first one ended up on some train tracks. So I guess maybe her parenting is getting a little better. As with all of Kat's relationships, it soon becomes very violent. One night she smacks the glasses off his face, smashes him in the mouth so hard she breaks his false teeth. And then they would say together for another three years, doubt, run! Kat's never gets in trouble for any of this stuff so far.

Not really. You know, a little brief stay in the psychiatric hospital. Why? I think because of small town tough guy culture. The Aberdeen and the surrounding towns undoubtedly had. If Catherine's a dude doing this to women, I feel like she'd been a lot more troubled by now. The family would have intervened more strongly, charged with impressed something. But these are little mining slaughterhouse towns. No one wants to be the dude who has to have the police rescue him from his girl.

Oh man. Luckily for John the beating stop, when Catherine leaves him for a man, she has secretly been having an affair with John Price. No one by his friends is pricey. I doubt John number one was sad to see her head over to John number two. John two, first there was Dave one in Dave's shoe,

now John one in John two, that's weird. Excuse me, John two, divorce father of three, whose first marriage ended in 1988. The youngest child remained with his ex-wife while the eldest two lived with him. Catherine had met Pricy in a hotel bar in 1993. They were both 38 and found that they got along well. They both enjoyed a drink.

John worked in the mines, earned good money. Catherine, as was her style and relationship, started out well-behaved. She didn't open with the puppy throat slidding. She didn't open with the burning of clothes or the pressing of an iron to one's face or the smashing over the head of the frying pan. You get a wait! For those treasured love experiences. She acted the part of a devoted girlfriend driving him home when he couldn't walk after after night's drink and cooking him His kids wonderful meals Karen for his kids when he was at work, you know, she she made herself indispensable to him You know or his children liked her you know got along well with her kids everything's great until he decides to play some darts at the bar

Look what you made me do priceyy. I slid all the kids throats because you just couldn't call quits a game three like you promised. No, things continue to be okay for a bit. In late 1995, John invites Catherine to move into his family house with him. John owns a three bedroom brick bungalow at 84 Andrew Street, Aberdeen, had a full length for Randa. In front of the house, a small of Randa on the back, there's a far nicer house than Catherine's small house with its macabre furnishings. It was not long after she moved in that the fighting began. The accusations of Catherine of infidelity or by Catherine of infidelity.

These fights would lead to separations and then the inevitable making up. They would things would be calm for a while. Once again, the fighting and the drinking would escalate. Same pattern. 1998, Catherine begins to badge her John to marry her. He consistently refuses, which really pisses her off, unbeknownst to John, who still doesn't realize that Catherine may actually be the devil, has been secretly videotaping some items John had at his home that he had stolen from work, like little things, like inconsequential

shit like a first aid kit. And Catherine is videotpe that's because you plan on using this video to blackmail him into marrying her as one does when they are an absolute maniac uh... well after a particularly nasty fight was culminated in john actually hitting catharine and uh... at catheter and throwing her out of his house she does take this video to his employer shows it and gets him fired from the job he's had for 17 years. Normally I am strongly against men hitting women, but is cast or a woman or more of a demon? And I'm guessing he hit her out of self defense.

I don't know, she's probably trying to fucking bash his brains with a frying pan, maybe stab him with one of her butcher knives. Yeah, or I guess it's possible he was not a saint himself. Maybe the demonic violence, you know, or domestic violence, both was flown in both directions. So much dysfunction here, it's impossible to tell exactly what was going on. A few months later, John is able to get a new job. He actually starts dating Catherine again.

Why would you do that? I guess maybe small-time options. I mean, I know there's more to it than that. But God, I feel like if you've been living in like a bigger town where there's just a lot more women. Why would you ever go back to someone in that situation? Then after dating again, but not living together for over a year, they do break up for reels. They have a for reels break up when Catherine

stabs him in the chest, which I think is a strong reason to break up, getting stabbed in the chest. Hard to come back from that one. On Tuesday morning, February 29, 2000, John applies for and is granted an apprehended violence order, you know, like, I guess, I'm trying to think of the equivalent is in the US. It's one of those fucking whatever, I'm blanking on it now, but it's whatever thing you

get when you're like, no, you can't come within a hundred yards of me. Restraining order. Thank you, Joe, for putting that in my earholes. Thank you. Yeah. So he gets a restraining order. It's Cohen's magistrate's court against Catherine to keep her away from him.

His children in his house. He takes his kids to a state of friends house, just in case Catherine comes by, and then he jokes those coworkers that if he doesn't show up for work on Wednesday It's because Catherine has murdered him Which will not be funny When they find out what happens at some point later that day the police visit Catherine at her home Advise her other restraining order that John has you know taken out warn they warn her She'll be arrested if she goes anywhere near him his kids are his house and she doesn't give a fuck

She decides to seduce and murder him. She heads out by herself from sexy black lingerie, slips into his house carrying large casserole dishes and her butcher knives. As if she's getting ready for a big family dinner party, which in a way is exactly what she was kind of putting together. She visits one of her kids Natasha after that, takes Natasha out for dinner, films herself with her granddaughter that afternoon, where in the video footage, she looks straight into the camera and says, I love all my children. I hope I see you all again. She's clearly planning the stuff out.

She leaves two of her other kids with Natasha to spend the night, even though they did not have pajamas, school uniforms, anything that they would need for a sleepover. Natasha agrees. Natasha recalls sensing her mother was unstable and actually told her mother, I hope you are not going to kill pricey in yourself. Prices children were with their mother on this night, so just be the two of them in the house of Catherine were to sneak in which she does. John arrives home late that night, he's believed to find no sign of Catherine. He's been invited to a neighbor's house for dinner. It doesn't make it back to his house until about 11 p.m. And then after he falls asleep, Catherine, when fucking Heiden creeps

into his bedroom, wearing the lingerie, crawls into bed with John seduces him. She'd later say they had quote, pleasurable sex. And then after John drifts into an exhausted and satisfied sleep, things stop being pleasurable at all. And now for this next part, let's go into an old segment. I actually sadly forgot about it until a time stuck a rodent and reminded me about it. It's going to be time for some super scary stuff right after today's last sponsor. Today's time suck is brought to you by the Great Courses Plus. We've been digging into a lot of true crime lately, like today's episode on Catherine Knight and wouldn't you know it.

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Seriously, shit is going to get exceptionally gruesome. After John Price falls asleep, following having sex with the woman he just went to the police to get a restraining order against, Katherine reaches under the nightstand. Pulls out one of the butcher knives, she had placed her earlier that day. One of the knives she had brought specifically to butcher pricey with. One of the knives she's had hanging above her bed for years, like a fucking psychopath. She raises the knife high, plunges down into pricey's chest. This is how he wakes up for the last time, to a knife being slammed into his chest. Maybe just a slightly better way to wake up than the New Orleans Axeman murder victims, you know,

woke up with an axe to the head. Pricey wakes, to find himself bleeding, staring into the maniacal eyes of Catherine. He then manages to push her off scrambles out of bed attempts to flee his house, but Catherine is on top of him. She sleeps out of the bed. She's chasing him stabbing him over and over and over again. His bloodied hand prints line the walls of their house as he attempted to terrify to steady himself and escape from Catherine's relentless attack.

At one point, John manages to open the front door, stagger outside, only to be dragged back into the hallway by Catherine. Excuse me, all in all, she stabbed some 37 times, leaving his dead body in the hall. Catherine then goes back upstairs, washes and gets dressed. She takes his debit card, goes to an ATM, withdraws the maximum daily amount of $1,000. What a moron there there by the way. Like he just spoke to the police about yesterday. He just got a restraining order on you, Catherine.

And they have cameras on ATMs. But she's out of her mind. She's just a fucking murder rate. She's completely out of her mind. Like how could she think she's gonna get away with any of this and be able to spend any of that money? After grabbing the money, she was clearly never gonna spend.

She returned to the bloody scene of her crime. You know, he may be dead, but she is far from done. She drags John's naked body into the living room. Sharpen's her knives on the old Norton sharpening stone. She's mentally clearly back in the slaughterhouse, right? She's just checking in for a shift, you know, preparing for a little bit of blottering, just going to work at this point, just clocking in, no big whoops, who cares, that is a human. Using the skills she acquired over the years at various avatars, she painstakingly beginning at his collarbone, methodically skins him.

This was a process that took well over 40 minutes, they would say, she took all of the skin off, like off of his ears. I don't even know how you do that. Face, neck, penis, scalp. She did a hung the skin that now resembles some kind of fucked up human chute on a stainless steel meat hook on a door that separate the dining room and living room. I guess you know that she took his complete ears off, not like the, I don't know

actually. They didn't really specify I'm guessing that. But man, I mean, think about this. Not only is this a human being, she's doing this too. This is the man she's dated off non for several years. Man, she claimed is this a human being she's doing this too. This is the man she's dated off and on for several years. Man she claimed to love. Someone whose children she is close to, someone she's had sex with a hundred of the time, she's partied out at the bar with him, sat down, had breakfast with him, joked with his friends,

heard all his jokes, listened and complained about his job, talked about plans for the future, and then she's just skittin' him. Like she's gonna make a fuckin' rug out of him. What is her mood while she's doin' this? Is she laughing, crying? Does she look bored? Just back doing her job?

I don't know. Has she fantasized about this for weeks, months, her entire adult life? Since she was a kid, since her step-dad worked at the slaughterhouse. We're gonna find out towards the end of the episode. She may have had this may have been a sexual fantasy, sexual-ish type fantasy a long time in the works.

Just doing this kind of thing. Casper and finished getting her ex-boyfriend chops his skinned head off, places it in the Casper pot she brought over at the previous afternoon, begins to cook his head with a selection of vegetables. No big whoops, just cook in his head about what? Fs. From John's buttocks, she takes three steak-sized pieces, sets about peeling and preparing more vegetables.

With the meal cooked, she lays the table for two, labeling the settings with the names of John's kids. She makes fucking two steaks out of his ass. My God, and this is her plan. She's going to feed him to his own kids. She's a fucking monster. On each plate, she sets a baked potato cabbage, baked pumpkin, yellow squash, zucchini, grilled buttocks, steaks, and gravy.

Then her meal prep all done. She swells a large amount of pills, sleeping pills, lays down, zucchini, grilled buttocks, steaks, and gravy. They're meal prep all done. She swells a large amount of pills, sleeping pills, lays down in the bed in the guest room at the end of the house, and she hopes never wake back up. The following morning when John doesn't show up for work, alarm bells go off, you know. People know that he's been talking about her possibly trying to kill him.

His neighbor, who John had spent the previous evening with, concerned that John's car is still in the drive with 7 a.m. John's boss sends a worker around to John's house, together with the neighbor, they try knock it on John's bed and wind it Wake him up and then they notice blood by the front door and then they call the police He's poor police. Nothing could have prepared these poor small town police for what they're about to see They the force entry into John's house through the rear door walking to hell They find John's a skinned and headless body in the living room line on his back with his

legs crossed. This is truly something of a horror movie. Can you imagine walking into some Hannibal Lecter's Silent to the Lambs kind of shit, some Edgene kind of stuff, man? Those images ever go away after you've seen them. On the door, they find his skin hanging like a wetsuit on a hook. His face is a rubber mask, devoid of a skull to give it shape, pubic hair around an empty carcass of a penis. In the kitchen, they discovered a skinhead and a large still warm aluminum pots around them by veggies. On the kitchen table, the plates of food set out

for the kids, their name is written by the side of each plate. Another buttock steak is found out in the lawn on the backyard. Many think the cats are gonna cook this one for herself. Maybe threw it out back when the taste didn't suit her. On the top shelf, a cat next to a photograph of John in the kids was a blood stain, poorly written note, falsely accusing John of having sexually abused his and her shoulder, which

is not true. Poorly thought out, desperate plan. You know, maybe she thought of that before the killing, thought that the police would see her as some kind of hero for doing what she did to an alleged child molester. Ah, Catherine has discovered snoring noisily in a comatose condition is immediately conveyed to the hospital. A March 6, 2000, Catherine is trying to parade for having protected kids from her predator. Songs are sung around the town of Aberdeen for cheese a jolly good fellow for cheese a jolly good fellow.

No, no, fucking of course not. No, in March 6, 2000, after waking up from an apparent suicide attempt She's charged with John Price's murder despite exhaustive questioning Catherine denies having any regulation Regulations, excuse me the events that night beyond having good sex which they you know, you know, she said they both came And now let's pop back out of today's super scary stuff. At her first court hearing on February 2nd, 2001, Catherine enters a plea of not guilty. Not guilty. She got some balls. But Catherine, you bloody fingerprints all over the house.

No, and you brought your own knives from home to kill and butcher John. And they left him there. You bloody fingerprints all over your knives. No, I didn't. You were found in the house with John's blood all over you. No, no, I wasn't. Not guilty, not guilty, you know, initially,

Catherine offers to plead guilty to manslaughter. But this please rejected by the prosecution or trial date set for October 15, 2001, when the trial begins on October, the presiding judge, Justice Barry O'Keefe offers perspective jurors the option of being excused, owing to the graphic nature of the photographic evidence, which five accept. Then the following day, on October 16th, Catherine changes her play to guilty in the jury's dismissed. At the sentencing hearing, Katherine's lawyers request that Katherine be excused

to avoid hearing some of the facts. The application is refused. How fucking dare they even ask? You did that shit, Katherine. Now it's too upsetting for you to hear about the dirty deeds you committed. Ah, fuck you lady. When a doctor takes the witness stand and describes how she had

skinned and decapitated John, Catherine becomes hysterical, starts screaming in the courtroom, has to be sedated. Hopefully it wasn't an act. Hopefully she's truly haunted by what she did. A distinguished criminal psychologist said that Catherine suffered from borderline personality disorder, but knew exactly what she was doing when she murdered John. Borderline personality disorder is defined

as a mental illness marked by an ongoing pattern of varying moods, self-image and behavior. These symptoms often result in impulsive actions and problems and relationships. People with borderline personality disorder may experience intense episodes of anger, depression, and anxiety that can last from a few hours to days. Intense periods of anger, depression, and anxiety that can last from a few hours to days.

Intense periods of anger. Yeah. I say that describes, Cassran. Borderline personality disorder further defined as people with this disorder, also tend to view those things in extremes, such as all good or all bad. Their opinions of other people can change quickly. An individual who has seen as a friend one day may be considered an enemy or a traitor the next. These shifting feelings can lead to intense

and unstable relationships. Yep, that sounds like what we've been listening about or listen to. Other signs or symptoms may include efforts to avoid real or imagined abandonment, such as rapidly initiating intimate or physical or emotional relationships, or cutting off communication with someone

in anticipation of being abandoned. A pattern of intense unstable relationships with family friends loved ones, often swinging from extreme closeness and love, idealization to extreme dislike or anger, devaluation, intense and highly changeable moods with each episode lasting for a few hours to a few days. We just said inappropriate, intense anger, problems, controlling anger, difficulty trusting, which is sometimes accompanied by a rational fear of people's intense. I mean, yeah, all this stuff sounds like Catherine. I remember one teenager I worked with years ago in my brief foray into wanting to be a social worker counselor who had this condition, who had borderline personality disorder, his diagnosis with it. And she would just,

she would meet like another kid who just been putting this group home. And then within like half an hour, she would just consider this kid her best friend. And it would every time I saw it, she was like a repeat kind of visitor in the place I was working. Yeah, these kids would get fucking freaked out. They would think she was kind of cool for a second

and then it'll be like, whoa, easy, a little bit much. And then she would hate them. And then you know, when they're, when the love, it wasn't matched, then she would just get you know crazy angry against them towards them. Sounds like Catherine, man. She drew these guys in, she loved them, you know, intensely almost immediately, fucked her brains out, cooked nice meals, super sweet to their kids. It was great. And then as quickly as she would fall for them, she would turn on them. And when she turned, her hatred was

just as intense as that love, you know, she pushed them away, then panic, then then begged for forgiveness, loved them intensely, again, just over and over and over again. What a terrible roller coaster for everyone involved. No thanks, fuck that drama. If you're in a relationship like that, get away, get out. I dated someone for about a year who is somewhat like that, not borderline personality sort of level, but like very crazy roller coaster moods.

Big fights, big apologies, crazy accusations, followed by big apologies, you know and Life is too short for that bullshit get yourself some stability. It is out there Little bit of intensity nothing wrong with that nothing wrong with some passion But you know that love you hate you love you again fucking no, no thanks big on lucid fena A few other interesting notes about the trial police found a video called resurrection Which night had rented and was compiled, it was just like, kind of like one of those faces of death videos.

That stuff that would just float around in like the late 80s, early 90s, it was just compiled footage featuring scenes of decapitation, murder and revenge. Dr. Delaforce, one of the psychiatrists who evaluated Knight thinks that Knight just copied much of what she saw in this footage. Like, you know, it became her fantasy,

to act out what she saw in this footage. He also believed her killing, the Catherine's killing of Mr. Price and the mutilation of his body were premeditated acts of revenge and perverted pleasure derived from her grossly violent fantasies. In addition, he stated that these violent acts had nothing to do with her borderline personality disorder, as this horrific act was part of her nature. At the end of the hearing, Justice O'Keefe said the last minutes of John Price's life must have been a time of abject terror for him. As they were a time of utter enjoyment for her, she has not expressed any contrition, a contrition, a remorse, and if released, she poses a serious threat to the security of society. And then on November 8th, 2001, Justice O'Keefe, sends Catherine to life imprisonment

in order that her papers be marked never to be released. And this was the first time such a sentence had been enforced on a woman in Australian history. And then in June of 2006, Catherine appealed her life sentence and was released, and she's currently working as a slaughterhouse just outside of Sydney. She date a man named David John V. No, you're right. No, the judges in the New South Wales Court of Criminal Appeal dismissed her appeal. She did appeal. Justice McLellan wrote in his judgment, this was an

appalling crime, almost beyond contemplation in a civilized society. And then he said, I hope you rot in hell, you evil bitch. He didn't say the last sentence, but I bet he thought it. I bet he thought it. Catherine is currently detained in Silverwater Women's Correctional Center in Sydney, in the Sydney metropolitan area anyway, where she works as a cleaner and is apparently a model prisoner. We'll talk about that a bit more at the very end. She just turned 63 years old and that takes us out of today's time-soaked timeline. Good job, soldier. You've made it back. Barely.

The police officers who discovered that brutal scene deeply traumatized, one officer never returned to work. That was his last day on the job. Can't blame him. Bob Wells, the detective sergeant in charge of the investigation, still sees a counselor to deal with the trauma he suffered to seeing what she had done to John Price. I can only imagine how scared the town of Aberdeen was for a while. I imagine they still talk about Catherine Knight from time to time. I hope her kids moved far away after their mom was arrested. I mean, it takes decades to overcome that kind of stigma in a

little town. Your name might be smeared for fucking 50 years or more. I don't know about you, but when I first heard of this topic, I immediately wondered, what will the idiots of the internet think about cast for night? Well, let's find out now. ...

Idiot, I'll be into that, into that, into that. Under a 44 minute documentary, with almost seven million views on YouTube, I watched for this week's episode, titled, Cannibal Killer, Catherine Knight, Dad's Head for Dinner,

you can imagine there's a lot of comments. The first one that caught my eye was from Lauren Hatter, who posted, okay, if someone kills a puppy, oh no, she says, I guess I was trying to say it and wants to, okay, if someone kills a puppy or any other type of smallish animal, then they should preemptively be put in a psychiatric ward or prison

because they are the people that will end up killing humans. Ah, I'm with you on the puppy Lauren, but I'm not with you on the smallish animals. What about chickens? You know, chicken killers need to be locked up. We're all in a lot of trouble. What about duck hunters?

What about people who shot squirrels or groundhogs? If that is the case, then me and every member of my family for previous generations should have all been locked up or should be locked up. How about pets? How about we monitor people who slice the throats of pets, big-ish and small-ish. I'm a lot more worried about someone's slice than a throat of a labrador Then I am about someone snapping the neck of a chicken. Oh shit. I think I hear sorry guys I hear somebody running towards the door. I can chicken Joe Bok bok bop play boy bok bok look here

Don't appreciate the lack of respect for the peck. I gotta make that clear How a chicken life less than a dog will cat? How pet got more value than a deal rat? Life is full of livin' chicken. Hard don't keep beating them chicken wings you keep beating You feel you dig you hear what I'm coming from? Ah Sorry chicken Joe. I like chicken. I know you have a pet chicken, but I really do enjoy chicken wings I guess I don't know man. Maybe maybe I should stop. So I feed them. No, bye bye, blah blah blah blah I just fuck with you a bit miss theed the fans about the wings of shit.

Chicken Joe, love a wing of tender. Give my pet bird. Don't need a drumstick. One with a family member. Shit, I got a gripped dick to set straight for Gidley. Ha. That was chicken Joe. Teased me about eating chicken.

And apparently letting me know that he does eat chicken and maybe his pet chicken does as well. Gotta find out if this pet chicken has a name, a bit of something dignified like a Zechial, maybe Rutherford. Anyway, sorry about that, you guys. A Lady X 13 cracked me the hell up by posting, where is a brutal wifebeater when you need one? If there was ever a good place for that particular post, this comment section is it. Well played, Lady X, the one time a brutal wife beat her would have come in handy

to stop Catherine Knight from being a brutal man killer. User Amagit Singh has an interesting question. Why the violence against animals in slaughterhouses is not counted as violence. Ah, it is. I think it is counted as violence. But for those of us who eat meat, it's necessary violence.

Those walking steaks are not going to put themselves down. If we want tasty fillets, someone has to kill them. Pretty obvious, right? Not to use a blockman go pro, it's not. He posts, I don't know much about slaughterhouses, but I think they do it for food for the human race. Yeah, they do, they do, for sure they do. Yep, you don't need to know much about slaughterhouses to understand that. Yes, of course they do it for the human race. Yeah, they do, they do, for sure they do. Yep, you don't need to know much about slaughterhouses

to understand that. Yes, of course they do it for the human race, you jackass. Why else would they do it? Why would you need to qualify that statement? Do you think that slaughterhouses kill animals for fun? Or, you know, I don't even get why you felt they need to type that. User long-tailed animation notes even less about slaughterhouses.

Posting slaughterhouses are more torture than violence. Hunting is pretty violent unless you are in a pack of dogs, wolves or bear. Most hunters try to kill their food quick and get it done with. Slotterhouses have a lot of unnecessary torture before they kill. What the fuck are you talking about? Wolves and bears kill their prey in a far more violent manner than how it's done in slaughterhouses small animals like chickens They're electrocuted big animals like cows shot in the head with a bolt gun Or in certain slaughterhouse like the one Catherine worked in you know their throats are cut. They're not tortured

Like what do you do? What do you think happens? That they're tied up to a wall in slaughterhouse, you know some dude comes out wearing a gimp mask You ready you move move motherfucker. You ready for some pain? First I'm gonna slice off your nipples cow all four of them. Then I'm gonna, then I'm gonna stick some firecrackers in your butthole cow. It's torture time here at the slaughterhouse. Ha ha ha ha! I'm gonna kill some of your friends in front of you.

I'm gonna blast some triple M while I do it. This is it. Make no mistake where you are. This is it. You'll back to the corner. This is it. Don't be a fool anymore. This is it. The way down is over. Over. And if you're thinking, hey, that's not Michael Mothin' and Dr. Henry Donald. That's Kenny Loggins. No. It's Kenny Loggins and Michael, McDonald,

two bearded angels sent out from heaven to add big, bright beams of audio sunshine, tear hard muscles. I mean, you made me Donald twice today. You knew it was gonna be a rough episode. User, Alyssa Lynn, more upset about the puppy than she is about the skinning of a human being posting, hold up.

She killed a guy's dog and he let her go alive after that. Uh-uh, someone kills my dog, they can expect the same. Mm-hmm, this comic gets a thousand likes and most of the replies, uh, or more replies than any comic I've seen in a while, uh, C4, whoot 5 replies with, someone kills anything I love. They beg for mercy. I torture. A beg for FOF more mercy.

Cut off legs, keep begging. Cut off fingers, keep going. Cut off arms, keep begging. Cut out parts of body, keep begging. I will then gouge out eyes, then cut off head. Okay, maybe work more on literacy than on murder fantasies. Murder fantasies, maybe I need to work more on speaking, then if I can work on research and podcast, I love how people often react more strongly

to violence against pets than violence against humans. I do that myself. I do find myself fantasizing about murdering anyone who would hurt one of my dogs, Penny Pooper, Ginger Bell. But it is pretty messed up that we care more for them or seem to in moments than other humans. Like how jaded have we become to human violence when we can hear the story and think that's fucked up about that dude getting stabbed 37 times and skinned and cooked but for real what about the puppy? The puppy that hurt no one. I mean yeah not cool about the dude for sure not cool about the dude, for sure not cool about the dude. But how scared was that puppy when that evil wench grabbed it

and put a knife to it, throw it. I mean, sure, that would fucking suck to get, you know, cut up in your home and have someone try and feed you to their family. But what about the dog? I'll leave you with this. This, the weird unexpected trigger, some people have that really cracked me up.

User Rod Noble posts, maybe it's their accents, but I don't think it's appropriate for the interviewers referring to price as pricey. Even if that was his nickname, if you weren't his friend in life, you shouldn't call someone. You never met by a nickname. Where have you fucking found that rule? What are you even talking about? All the shit in this story, you maniac, and you're upset that rule? What are you even talking about? All the shit in this story, you maniac, and you're upset that the narrator

is calling John Price pricey. That's what people called him. And it's not a negative nickname. Like it'd be one thing if they called him like Lilfella, or Natal Dick, or shit whistle. You know, some weird insulting nonsense. That would be, you know, in poor form. If the narrator was like, in poor form, if the narrators like light

in the evening of February 29th, 2000, Catherine Knight snuck into shit whistle's bedroom and fucked his brains out. Then she took out a knife and stabbed the bejesus out of shit whistle. And the shit whistle would whistle no more. That would be disrespectful. But, you know, but pricey, it pricey is not a, not a big one. What does big deal with pricey? Brit brat TV shares my sentiment and eloquently replies to Rod noble saying it's a nickname. Shut the fuck up man. Exactly. Shut the fuck up, Rod. It is of the internet out. It is of the internet out. It is of the internet. So that's it. The dark tale of Catherine Knight, one of the worst women in the history of Australia.

I had a story all wrong when I first heard about it. A picture of Catherine is a victim. I picture her as the beaten wife or girlfriend of some, you know, violent misogynist, you know, and she just took defending herself too far. It's an old way of thinking, and to get rid of, women can't be predators. Catherine may have very well been sexually abused, growing up. There's a lot of info about that, but definitely didn't give her a right to do what she did. My God.

Whether she was or not, there really is no record also of her being the victim of one of the relationships. I guess the fight you might have gone a little bit both ways, but she was or not, there really is no record also of her being the victim of one of the relationships. I mean, I guess the fight you might have gone a little bit both ways, but she was always painted in every interview article I found as the aggressor consistently. The paper trail only leads to medical records of the victims of her abuse, not the other way around. She was, and I'm assuming still is, a deranged butcher, a literal butcher, who applied her butcher's trade skills to an actual human being. And I get why she was not offered the possibility of parole.

Man, if she got out, it would only be a matter of time before she killed again. Or at the very least, savagely beat again. Now, let's look over once more what we learned today. And also, look at something new on today's Top 5 takeaways. Time, shock, take aways. Time shut, top five, take aways. Number one, Catherine Knight broke into the home of ex-boyfriend John Price on February 29th, 2000. And after having sex with him and waiting until he fell asleep,

she killed him, skinned him, and cooked parts of him. Number two, Aberdeen Australia and the communities around Aberdeen were once full of slaughterhouses, where Catherine worked and was able to hone the skills that allowed her to skin someone. Number three, Catherine currently sits in prison where she will someday die. She is the first woman in Australia's history to be sentenced to life without the possibility of parole. Number four, Australia started off with her British penal colony, but it was not full of people who had committed crimes like Catherine Knight's crime. It was populated with political dissidents, religious rabble ralzers, and petty thieves,

like that 70-year-old cheese queen. And number five, new info, let's talk about pickerism. Some true crime enthusiasts who have studied the Catherine Knight case think that Catherine's obsession with her knives was a sign of pickerism. Now pickerism is sexual interest in penetrating the skin of another person with sharp objects, such as knives, for sexual pleasure. Pickerism is a form of parafilia, which is the experience of intense sexual arousal to atypical objects, or atypical situations, behaviors, body parts, etc.

We talked a little bit about pickerism in the dominant episode. He was attracted to people's body parts, et cetera. We talked a little bit about Picker's in the Domeran episode. He was attracted to people's body parts like their biceps. The most frequently targeted areas of the body for someone to want to penetrate in this fetish are the breasts, buttocks, or groin. Catherine did cook, you know, his buttocks. Chica Tilo had an extreme form of peak arism.

The Soviet serial killer could only achieve sexual arousal through stabbing and cutting people. Another serial killer, Albert Fish, whoousal through stabbing and cutting people. Another serial killer, Albert Fish, who have not sucked yet, had inserted at least 29 needles into his own groin in pelvic region by the time he was caught. Maybe that's what led Catherine into working in these slaughterhouses, you know?

It turned her on to cut those animals. Maybe she fantasized about something like that, and then finally got her arrested, you know? Crazy shit, man. about something like that, you know, and then finally got her arrested, you know, crazy shit, man. Thank God I am not, you know, into anything even remotely like that. You know, a woman's naked body is plenty for me. A good thing for Lindsey too, cutting her would not be a turn on.

It would make me very sad and get me into a lot of trouble. And so, you know, I guess if you have this, if I can, I don't know, see a therapist, figure out, figure out how to cut in a healthy way if there is such a thing, don't be Catherine Knight. Don't be Catherine Knight, let's get out of here. Time to suck, tough, five takeaway. First Australian topic, has been sucked. I hope to grow in Australian suck community

and enjoy it, keep spreading the suck down there so I can show up and tour someday. Catherine Knight, what is she up to now? Let's look at that real quick for bouncing forward. Apparently the now white haired woman is known in prison as the Nana. Sydney author James Phelps new book on women in prison. Green is the new black sheds a lot of light

into her current life behind bars. She's found God in prison. Of course, her convenient paint snits help settle disputes between inmates. She makes headphones in prison. They have some kind of in prison headphone factor. I doubt they're kicking out fucking Dres beats, but they're making something. She does that from 8 a.m. to 1 p.m. while she works. Four guards flank her, watching her every move. She eats lunch. She hangs on her cell and just nid and then painting. And as nice as she sounds, her temper has

not faded in prison. An active officer at the prison where she's incarcerated refers to Catherine Knight as a prison boss saying that she's the top boss out of the jail. And the officer said she takes no craft from anyone will absolutely give it to the guards. And I also say, if you come in to search her cell, she will stand in front of you with a smug face and scream at you. She will demand to watch you search the cell. She will not leave the area, saying stuff like, no, I'm fucking staying here.

And you have to use force to get rid of her. So we just leave her and let her watch. I'm guessing she's also still not a big fan of darts. Thanks again to the time stock team, the high priestess of the suck Harmony Velocamp, Jesse Guardian of Grammar Doberner, Reverend Dr. Joe Paisley, time stock high priest Alex Dugan, the guys at Bitlocamp, Jesse Guardian of Gram or Doberner, Reverend Dr. Joe Paisley, time suck high priest Alex Dugan, the guys at Bitlixer, Danger Brain, Space Lizards, Merch Wizards, Access to Parallel, Queen of the Suck, Lindsey Cummins, Big thanks to a long time

listeners and new Bojangles researchers, Kai Beamer, and Nick Wensel, great work. Get me going on today's episode. Very special thanks also to Time Soccer and Anthropologist Taylor Vandergift. Thank you Taylor for the additional information you sent my way really really appreciated. Next week we go paranormal just in time for Halloween. We look at Ed and Lorraine Warren, some of the most popular hauntings and possessions they looked into over the course of their very long paranormal careers. I'm already halfway through the research on this one and it's going to be good. It's some spooky shit. Ed died in 2006, the age of 79, Lorraine still alive at the age of 91. And this is the summary of their belief in the paranormal according to Ed.

If you look at a fan and it's standing still, you can see the propellers very easily. But if the fan starts up, you can't see anything. It's invisible. Spirits are like that. They're on a different vibrational field. They're all around us right now, but you can't see them. But if you were like Lorraine, you could see them clear visually and hear them clear audially. How fun is that? To think that we may be surrounded by spirits all times, that at any moment could just cross into our plane of existence, or maybe we could cross into theirs. I want you to think about that tonight when you lay down in the dark, we could cross into theirs. I want you to think about that tonight

when you lay down in the dark, try to go to bed. I want you to think about how you're never safe anywhere from spirits. Good night, sweet dreams. Hope one doesn't get you. The end field haunting is one of their most famous cases in August 1977. The Hodgkin family, yeah.

Hodgkin family, I'll have to look it up later. Family reported strange things happen in their house, like dressers sliding across the floor, knocking, coming from all over the house, they called the police to investigate. The officer who arrived has said to a witness of chair rising, moving on its own. The Warrens visited Enfield in 1978 or Enfield. They were convinced that it was a real poltergeist case. Those who deal with the supernatural day in and day out know the phenomena are there. There's no doubt about it.

Ed said. They also investigated previous horseuck, the Amityville Haunting. The investigative Haunting is around the Perron family. Haunting that became the inspiration for the conjuring movies. 1971 Carolyn and Roger, their five daughters moved into a large farmhouse in Harrisville, Rhode Island. The family noticed strange occurrences happening right away and that they only got worse over time.

Starting with the missing broom and escalated and full, fledged angry spirits. Fun time. Fun times in the demon house. Get on here. Come on. Come on. Get in. Fun times in the demon house.

And researching the home, Carolyn claimed to discover that the same family owned it for eight generations during which time many died by drowning murder or hanging. When the warrants were brought in, they claimed the home was honoured by which. Things went on, we're just so incredibly frightening, Lorraine recalled. The warrants made frequent trips to the house, but unlike the movie, they did not perform an extra-sism. There was a say on it, so. They also examined the haunted dolls, its inspiration for the movie Annabelle, lots of crazy

shit. We're gonna talk about all of it. Next week, you fucking skin's gonna crawl. I am happily nervous about it already. And annals bounce on to today's Time Sucker updates. First update today proves that my insane lies can lead to some real joy. This is from Sweet Sucker, Aaron Mayo, who writes, Mr. Dr. Reverend Suckmaster, Devotee of Lucifina.

I write to you in a dark place, and last week my sweet foster child with severe trauma had an episode that caused her to be hospitalized. I don't want to go into the details, but with her traumas, let's just say Bojangles himself would tear her bio parents limb from limb and laugh happily as he did so. Anyways, while driving on my way to Portland to transfer her to an inpatient care facility that will hopefully give her more tools to voice her traumas and get them under control, to help her be the best person I know she can be. I was listening to the where we'll suck, and you fucking got me with that stupid shit about the cave paintings and the dog fucking. That's one of my most favorite lies. I have pride in being able to say that I can call out your shit with all the other misdirections

you've put into past sucks, but this one got me good. I was driving and trying to catch up on sucks and completely fell for it. I like to say it was my mindset, but honestly, I would have fallen for it on other circumstances too. It honestly put a genuine smile on my face when I needed it most and I thank you for that. I write this not only to thank you for helping me from a distance and through

time and space, but to also hopefully put a smile on your face as you've defeated yet another skeptical sucker with all your wonderful misdirection fantastical stories. Please keep doing what you do best and know that you're an amazing suck master forever faithful Aaron, Mayo, aka Spawn of Lucid Fina. Thank you, Aaron, man. I hope that you and especially your foster child are now in a much better place as you hear this. Thanks for being a foster parent, by the way. Man, what an amazing thing you're doing. Give them a kid a chance at a new life

that they wouldn't have if you weren't around in the world. So keep being a great meat stack, Aaron. Thanks for being you. And yeah, that made me so happy to have so many people fall for my lie about cave paintings of people fucking dogs back in prehistoric times and how it wasn't uncommon for people to fuck dogs. And that's why it's totally normal to be sexually attracted to dogs.

Ah, second update proves once again, they have to be careful with how you spread the suck. We got Matthew, time sucker right in and saying, hello, my name is Matthew, last name omitted. And I asked it, but if you share this story on time suck, that you leave me anonymous. That's why I am leaving your last name out of it. I am a small town cop from Northwestern Ohio. I often worked at night shift from 6 p.m. until 3 a.m.

and on snow nights I listen to time suck on a low volume. While patrolling to keep me occupied, while literally everyone else in town is asleep. A few weeks ago, I was listening to the episode on the Salem Witch Trials, but on that night, I had my phone louder than normal plugged into the auxiliary port, as I was listening. I received a call about a 911 hangup,

which is nothing abnormal, but I should mention that when I key the mic in my cruiser, the AM FM radio mutates it by itself. As it turns out, when your cell phone is plugged into the oxport, it does not. I paused the podcast, key the mic to let dispatch know that I am in route to the address. I hit play and continue listening.

Little did I know that while you went on a rant about fucking animals, man, a lot of animal fucking stuff. And various forms of feistyality, the hand mic in the cruiser was stuck open. And the entire county can hear you talk about ass fucking ghosts. Let me tell you how hard it was to explain to my captain. I was only listening to a deranged man go on and on about how about this and how I do not have an animal finish. From that day on, I am now sometimes referred to as the beast, not because I'm powerful,

but because of your beast reality talk. Keep on sucking. You filthy fucking animal. I love this so much. Oh man, my mom and stepdad Tim, they leave a police scanner on in Wiperide Hill like 24 hours a day. It's always going. And if all of a sudden somebody started talking about goat fucking on the police channel, they would be talking about it for the rest of their lives. I just love that you are

sometimes referred to as the beast because of my talk. Yeah, you know, we must be careful with the phonokitine of the goats and with the sexy deer and the mooses and the sexy moose-thigs and the tight moose for giants and daring to be touched and penetrated by the hezekiah. They just started off Australian, left over from today and then hopefully morphed into Salem, which he talked.

Thanks for keeping the street safe, the beast. Love that you sent that in. Made some listeners skin crawl, and their butt holes tighten up with a recent sponsor as time sucker James points out with this update. Righty, master sucker, I was listening to the chessboard killer suck when you started. When you started talking about Donald McRondle's spider removal,

I've never been more horrified by anything you've ever said. For my entire life, I've had an irrational fear of giant spiders forcibly crawling into my asshole. I know why, maybe I'm just a freak. Anyway, I was sitting on my bed trying to write a program in Python for this professor who has no idea how to teach a class when I started listening to the newest episode of Time Suck. You mentioned those goddamn spiders crawling into someone's vagina, and while I don't have one, this hits really close to home with my aforementioned fear. I reacted so strongly, I almost broke my $1200 laptop

and clinched my ass a tight. It's a miracle it didn't fuse together. Congratulations, you have horrified me more than anything I've ever heard or read. Fuck you, James. PS, if you read this on the podcast, please only use my first name. Heh.

Only your first name was you, James. Ah, ha! My favorite part of your message was forcibly crawling into my asshole. First name. Heh. Only first name was used, James. Ah ha. My favorite part of your message was forcibly crawling into a vial. The word forcibly just paints such a picture, doesn't it? Like I imagine you're tied up for some reason and then you can just feel a spider just crawling up towards your butt.

And you're just like, no, no, no, no, no, no. No, just clenching so hard and the spider gets to your butt hole and you're like, no, no, no, no. Just clenching on the spider just, I use this little spider leg, so you're just like, ah, just peel clenching so hard and the spider gets to your butthole and you're like no No, no, no, just clenching on the spider just I use this little spider legs You just like fucking just peel open your butthole and some other little spider crawls in there just not let him in no Man Sorry, yes, but not sorry at all. I got another time stuck with another lie Dominic Perello was trying to figure out what kind of nonsense organization tries to literally let people get away with murder just because they had a head wound

earlier in life. Dominic writes, you got me head for the truth.org. Over 100 episodes I never bought into your nonsense, but this one did it. I even started googling it during the show. Good one, damn. Thank you, Dominic. You're not alone. A lot of people fell for the head for the truth or shit. Okay, two more. First, Katie from the Andrew Jackson episode wrote back, and I was so happy to hear from her. She writes, Master Sucker, okay, I'm finally writing back. Yes, I'm still a listener. I too try to be a reasonable human, listen all sides, and of course, I agree that Andrew Jackson is a complex human.

Like all of us, well, most of us. When I wrote to you, I was only half way through the episode, so I didn't have your whole take. But I still stand by most of what I wrote. I still think Andrew Jackson of what I wrote. I still think Andrew Jackson was a piece of shit. And honestly, he still gets most of the blame for the trailer tears, although I know now,

thanks to you episode that he wasn't the mastermind, he was absolutely though, one with the power to beat it. Well, I have to apologize to you here, Katie. He kind of was the mastermind, I guess. It seems like he was a pusher of this idea more than I realized when I recorded the episode. Martin Van Buren, his vice president and successor, is quoted as saying regarding the trail of tears, there was no measure in the whole course

of Jackson administration of which he was more exclusively the author. So sorry about that. Well, I don't know that he wanted it to go down as it did. I don't know that he didn't either. Katie continues. And I didn't ever get the impression he didn't still hate Native Americans, even if he did raise some, but yes, he was complicated. I still think he shouldn't be on our $20 bill and laughed about your reasoning for this.

And I especially don't think his portrait should be hanging in the office of our orange leader as some sort of hero. Anyways, thanks for responding. I think in the end, I sort of liked your take on Jackson, although I still think he was human garbage, wore her rokes and wife loving, don't trump the other stuff in my opinion. Keep on sucking. I know I will. Katie, last name redacted.

PS, our family says, whack a doodle too, maybe it's a Pacific Northwest thing. Thank you, Katie. Yes, I do think maybe whack a doodle is a Pacific Northwest thing. And I really respect your take on Andrew. I do. I do realize as, you know,

that it's much easier for me to have the take I do, not be an African-American or American Indian. I realize that, which Jackson, I think I got more caught up in the principle of needing to look at the context of the time someone lives in before evaluating the role in history, and I feel like I got caught up more with the premise of that than actually in the life of Andrew Jackson specifically. When you had the dude was rough, you know, he stuck to his guns literally, whether he was right or not or moral or not. And you know, he did help keep America free from the British, but he was also, yeah, a huge asshole in many ways. I mean, there's a lot of his contemporary thoughts, so.

And man, I never knew he would cause me so many problems. Now I know. And I do like that I know, and I like the, you know, people like you, writing Katie, and making me reevaluate the way I think about historical figures. So thank you for that. And last one, last one, just had somebody give me, time, sucker Tyler, and me, and Nick Minne,

also got tricked with my head for the Truth Foundation. And he did this because of that. He says, last one, just had somebody give me. Time's sucker Tyler McKip-McMinn also got tricked with my head for the Truth Foundation. And he did this because of that. He says, you motherfucker, you got me. On the chessboard killer podcast, with the head for the Truth Foundation to work for lesser sentences. When someone has a proven head trauma, leading to violent crime,

I have had several concussions from kickboxing in jujitsu over the years. And on one particular nasty cycling fall that landed me in the ICU for a week, it shattered my nose, tore my upper lip, and fractured my orbital bones for my left eye. I only mentioned this because of a recent incident where during an MMA sparring session, I could not stop myself from nearly choking a good friend of mine, well-passed unconsciousness, and had to be pulled away. Since the incident, I found myself several times a day just sitting and thinking about

how great it would be just to choke a random annoying stranger I see walking alone, or friends and even smaller family members, I like smaller, until they grow cold. And if you believe that, then you know how I felt when you were fuck with me earlier. Truth is, I've endured all those injuries and throughout, more throughout my life, but while I do enjoy a good choke out on a mat, I would never, ever lose control because that is what a psycho does. B-bop playboy. Keep on sucking. Yep, well thank you, Patata.

First time I read that, you did get me. I was looking for stuff for the episode. Yep, you did. Deserved. It was deserved. Thanks, time suckers. I need a net. We all did. Well, that's it for today. Talk to you spaces on Thursday. A little more on Kim Trails

to discuss. Have a good week. And don't take a break up so hard you decide to kill, skin, and feed someone to their kids. It's a bit much. And keep on sucking. Toss. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Because your penis is now just a fucking rugged chew toy of a dick.