Timesuck with Dan Cummins - 313 - The Bayou Strangler - Serial Killer Ronald Dominique

Episode Date: September 12, 2022

Ronald Dominique confessed to raping and murdering 23 boys and men between the ages of 16 and 46 between 1997 and 2006 across six Louisiana parishes. When he was caught, investigators were shocked by... how harmless and unintelligent he seemed. How did THIS guy do what he did for so long?  In part, he was able to do what he did because he targeted the poorest members of one of the poorest area of the nation. Law enforcement where and when he was killing didn't have much of a budget to dedicate enough resources to finding him, and also, the people he killed weren't people, typically, who kept regular social schedules. Police had a hard time, over and over, figuring out exactly where victims had been right before the died. Ronald was NOT a criminal mastermind. Not be a long stretch. He just figured out a simple con to get guys to tie themselves up so he could do what he wanted to do to them, and he got away with it because those guys typically lived high risk lifestyles in an area full of hard times and few resources. Despite how dark this subject is, I actually find a lot of humor to lighten it up because in addition to being a serial killer, AND an idiot, Ronnie Joe was also a Patti Labelle impersonator, a dude who had some super interesting rationalizations for why he had to do what he did, and a man with, apparently, the tightest, most fragile butthole on the planet. Bad Magic Productions Monthly Patreon Donation:  In honor of the passing of Jeff Burton from the Rizzuto Show aka the Rizz Show on 105.7 FM in St Louis, we are donating (amount tbd) to Jeff's charity of choice - Kids Rock Cancer. Through the proven healing power of music therapy, Kids Rock Cancer helps children combat feelings of anxiety, depression, uncertainty, and helplessness.  To find out more, go to www.kidsrockcancer.orgWatch the Suck on YouTube: https://youtu.be/zjeMPGRokugMerch: https://www.badmagicmerch.comDiscord! https://discord.gg/tqzH89vWant 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 happens to be our most current page :)For all merch related questions/problems: [e-mail] (copy and paste)Please rate and subscribe on iTunes and elsewhere and follow the suck on social media!! @timesuckpodcast on IG and http://www.facebook.com/timesuckpodcastWanna become a Space Lizard?  Click here: https://www.patreon.com/timesuckpodcastSign 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.

For nearly a decade, no one knew that Ronald Joseph Dominique was killing boys and men over and over in southern Louisiana. And most people today still don't know who this dirtbag is. Ronald is both one of the most prolific American serial killers of the past several decades and also one of the most unknown. Dominique confessed to raping and murdering 23 boys and men between the ages of 16 and 46 between 1997 and 2006 across six Louisiana parishes. He was finally arrested on December 1, 2006, brought in suspected of killing two people, quickly

confessed to way more crimes than he was accused of committing. And he earned the designation of being one of the most active serial killers in the country according to the FBI. While a few of his victims were white, Dominique primarily targeted shorter and thinner black men. He strangled it or suffocated his victims after they'd been bound. He targeted people living in poverty and or working as sex workers. His most common tactic was to approach a victim, strike up a conversation. He'd offer them money for sex either with himself or with an attractive woman he had picked of.

His niece in reality, he'd say she was his wife, and then he tell them she was waiting back at his camper and buy you blue, a rural community in homel Louisiana, or waiting wherever he happened to be living in the area at the time, just waiting for him to bring some dude back to have sex with her. It's going to be so hot, but the men would have to agree to be tied up first. He'd say that either the woman was leery of a strange man possibly hurting her or if they had agreed to have sex with him, that he was a little worried about what could happen or he was his fantasy to have sex with someone who was tied up. His victims willingly let Ronald bind them. They may have agreed to this because of how completely

non-threatening he seemed. Ronald, unlike some of the serial killers we've covered here, apparently did not set off red flags with most people he met. He just didn't appear to be a threat at all. He seemed like a harmless pushover, person after person familiar with his case, lawyers, investigators, et cetera, whom I watched in various documentaries over and over spoke of how completely non-threatening this guy seemed. Still seems. He describes being five, five, pretty pudgy at the time of the attack, soft spoken, laid

back, not very smart, not very muscular, referred to by numerous people as either weak looking or even quote feeble. His victims may have thought, what's a sad little guy going to do to me? They may have just felt sorry for him. Some of his victims may have had a gut feeling that something wasn't right about his offer of tying them up for sex But also they needed the money so they agreed to go along with it He'd kill all but two of those who agreed to this crazy deal only two ever escaped Dominique's camper alive after being brought back there for sex

Dominique was typically a fast and brutal killer After murdering his victims he would then dump their bodies as quickly as possible He didn't linger or return to crime scenes like many of the other serial killers we've covered. Although he did take immediate credit for his kills after capture, he made a real easy on investigators once they got him. He also attempted to shift blame to his victims, saying that they were the ones who tried to rape and rob him. Poor guys just had the misfortune of propositioning, person after person who then attacked him. What are the odds? Zero in this case. In almost all the murders he was involved in forensic

evidence would prove him to be a liar. So how did this below average man described again over and over? It's not being very intelligent. A guy described continuously as being lazy who didn't have accomplices or special resources or knowledge of any kind that would give him some kind of killing advantage managed to avoid capture for almost a decade. He even continued to kill after he was placed under surveillance by a dedicated serial killer task force. This week, we'll cover what we know about Ronald Dominique's early life, the specific incident that led him to become a serial killer, and the 23 victims he murdered and dumped in

the bayou's and sugarcane fields of Louisiana in this true crime, serial killer, buy-you-stranger, soul-cista, and pasta patty-le-bell. It'll make sense soon enough. How did this guy not get caught so much earlier than he did, addition of Time Suck? This is Michael McDonald and you're listening to Time Suck. Oh!

Oh! You listening to Time Sut. You're listening to Time Sut. Happy Monday, meat sacks. Welcome once again to the Cult of the Curious. Less intense episode for me today than last week. We just maybe pretty fucked up since a lot of innocent people dying this episode. Last week, whoo, scope, uh, the duration, the rationalization, the cover-ups, men of God praying on children, that one fucking tore me up. Ultimate wolves and sheep's clothing, special kind of evil. Uh, able to take more of a gallows humor approach to this one today.

Maybe this one was easier on me because this guy is now off the streets like he's done. He's getting his fragile butthole tore up like he deserves. That reference will make sense later just like the patty LaBelle reference to, uh, well, uh, he's not praying on anyone anymore. He was, uh, he was a one man band in the band broke up. Last week, uh, sadly that shit, I'm sure, is still ongoing. The wound still very much open. New wounds being added and it's worldwide. That was last week. This week, it's a new show being recorded here in the

Suck Dungeon in Cordeline Idaho. It's beautiful sunny day and I'm excited to shit on the life of this week's rapist and killer. Excuse me, I'm Dan Cummins, a master sucker, ultra boy advocate, want to be pito priest executioner, then you are listening to time, sec Hail, Nimrod, Hailu, Saphina, praise, Bojangles and glory be to triple M who may organically swing through today. Couple tour dates. I want to hit again, very excited about the tour that not going on as I record this, going on as you, as you will hear it.

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So I can make this successful. Keep it going. There's going to be VIP meet and greets at each show as far as I know. That is certainly the plan. And I'm going to be heading all over the place. Spoke Canada, Bing Crosby, Boycee at the Egyptian, Kansas City, Uptown Theater, the Pageant and St. Louis, Crest Theater and Sacramento, Paramount and Denver, Empire and San Antonio, the majestic and Dallas, Vogue and Vancouver, BC, finally getting back to Canada,

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You have all helped build here at Bad Magic. So head on over to badmagicmerch.com and check that shit out. Now story time, you beautiful motherfuckers. True crime story time. Weirding, it's so weird today. First gonna lay out today, the, the role poverty played in Dominique's murders, poverty increases the odds that you

will engage in risky behavior. Of course, it does. Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do to survive. And sometimes sadly, doing that can lead you directly to your demise when a predator like Ronald Dominique is praying on the poor. Then since today's episode again sits in Cajun country two out of the last three episodes, I believe, we'll learn a little bit about how parts Louisiana ended up being Cajun country and what being Cajun means. Then after spending a little bit of time mentioning Hurricane Katrina and why Ronald might not be as well known as comparable recent killers will dive into our timeline that starts with Ronald's birth and ends during the present. Let us begin. Yeah, it's by you time.

Poverty plays an important theme in today's episode. Today's story shoked in backwards by you Louisiana poverty. So let us familiarize ourselves with the backdrop for all these murders Place people culture that provide the setting for our story Ronald himself lived in poverty for the entirety of his free life and his victims lived in poverty for the entirety of their lives as well Typically his victims. We're not even doing as well as he was and he was most of the time during his killings free Not exactly killing it financially. He was living in a small trailer, sometimes called a camper sat in his sister's yard for a good chunk of that time. If you're looking to target impoverished people in America, Louisiana

is unfortunately one of the top states to do just that. Louisiana has consistently ranked as one of the most impoverished states in the nation, been holding down the two spot for a couple of years in a row. According to Forbes.com data in 2021 Louisiana ranked right behind Mississippi again for the unfortunate distinction of being America's most in Poverstates with 19.2% of the population live in at or below the poverty line. Damn near one and five Mississippi ranked number one with 20.3% of the population live in at or below that line. To illustrate how much poverty can vary state to state, the least in poverty state in 2021 was New Hampshire. Only 7.6% of the population live in atter below that poverty line. The Census Bureau

recorded Louisiana's population in 2020 to be 4,657,757 million people. I think I said that number weird, but you got it worse. Find that 19.2% poverty rate to the overall population, just under 900,000 people in Louisiana are impoverished or at least were as of a few years ago. I data has really gotten better recently considering how the economy has not exactly been soaring here in the States in recent years. Also was any better back during the era of our story today, said it. Poverty is definitely not new to Louisiana. Raid is hovered around 20% for over two decades to back before Dominique started killing.

And just how badly are you hurting financially when you are living it or below that poverty line? You're hurting real, real bad. Here's how the US government defined poverty just last year in 2021 as far as income thresholds go. For a household of one person, anyone making $12,888 or $12,880 or less was impoverished. So if you work 40 hours a week for 52 weeks a year, but only made a tick over $6.19 an hour, you'd make that $12,880 a year.

For a household of two, it's a combined income of $17,420, or that or less, equal poverty, for a household of three, it's a combined income of $21,960, for four, it's $26,500 or less. It's fucking nuts. It really rips the hair off the old chicken skin duffel bag, you know? The average rent for a three bedroom apartment in Corde de laire right now is $1,600. Right? $1,600 a month, $19,200 a year. After you paid rent for a family of four on that $26,500, you'd have $7,320 bucks left over for the year for transportation costs, utilities, clothes, hospital bills, school equipment, fucking food, any sort of entertainment for a family of four. Jumping way up to eight for two parents and six kids, making $44,660 or less means you're

living in poverty. Holy shit. Not sure how the fuck anyone is feeding themselves and six kids for less than $45,000 a year, unless they're living like in a free campground, only eating ramen noodles, whatever nuts and berries they're able to forage for in the woods. I mean, mad respect to any parents able to feed and close and provide shelter for that many people

on that amount of money. It cannot be easy, it is not easy. It is desperate times. And desperate times, as the saying goes, calls for desperate measures. And for over 20 guys, those desperate measures included letting Ronald Dominique time up very likely to make some extra cash for some sex work,

which then led to their brutal deaths. Ronald Dominique would murder victims in six different Louisiana parishes, full of poverty, assumption, eyebrow, Jefferson, LaFouche, St. Charles, and Terabon. In 2020, 15.8% of assumption residents lived in poverty. As did 23.7 of Iberville's residents, 16.1% of those living in Jefferson, parish, 14.5% of Lafouche parish residents, 11.3% of St. Charles residents,

and that parish doing the best. And finally, 15.7% of Terabon parish residents to compare those numbers with the national average, according to the US Census Bureau, 11.4% of terribon parish residents. To compare those numbers with the national average according to the US Census Bureau, 11.4% of the US lived in poverty in 2020, approximately 37.2 million people. All those parishes I just mentioned except the residents of St. Charles doing worse, some quite a bit worse than the national average. And Dominique primarily targeted Black men in Louisiana and way more black than white people in Louisiana have been struggling with hard and povers times. Way more black residents Louisiana have been struggling with poverty than members of any of the race.

Statewide based on now 2018 census data was the presentation I could find the best one. Black residents with the poverty rate of 33.1%. Much more likely than Hispanics, 25.1% Asian Americans at 15.9. Native Americans high, 24.7. Whites, 12.5% living at, at or below that poverty line. Even more troubling based on 2019 census data, over 8% of Louisiana residents in both 2018 and 2019,

living in deep poverty. Those living in deep poverty make 50% or less than those living at the poverty line. And that's fucking bonkers. A family of four living in deep poverty in 2019 made $12,875 or less for the year. Making that kind of money, you couldn't literally afford to live around here unless you somehow own your property outright or someone that you stayed there place for free. If you own the property, it had to be worth almost nothing so you wouldn't get killed in property taxes. You can't really afford to live anywhere on that amount. But 8% almost one in 10 of people in Louisiana, most of them, African-American, somehow pulling

it off with the help of welfare welfare programs cash under the table odd jobs Sometimes stealing or selling whatever they can just to fucking survive In 2019 more than 13% of black residents Louisiana lived in deep poverty Real fucking desperate times with deep poverty a lot of real desperate choices being made Getting extra 50 or a hundred bucks for you know fucking some harmless seeming dorky white guy being fucked up by the same guy or fucking his lady. That money might not mean a lot to many people, but that could drastically change the economic outlook for the whole week or month for someone living in deep poverty when you might not have been pulling in a thousand bucks a month. Tipado, the city Ronald grew up in about an hour's drive west of Louisiana, west of,

excuse me, New Orleans, surrounded by swamp, also full of poverty. Almost one of four people there out of a population of 15, two hundred and thirty seven per twenty 21 estimates, live and add up below that poverty line. Over one in three residents black. And a lot of them really struggling, almost 43% over four out of 10 living there in poverty. Holy shit.

Some of those four out of 10, the one struggling the most, they were the kind of people that this son of a bitch, we're gonna talk about today, 100. In Homa, the city Ronald mainly lived in as an adult where he killed several victims, city of 33,000 just tick over per 2021 estimates, located south of Tibido,

also just about an hour's drive from Nola, almost four out of 10 of their black residents living in poverty or deep poverty. And almost one of four of the people that live there are black. A lot of potential victims. Home where Ronald lived during his murder spree kind of he mainly lived just outside of home in the largest home is the largest city and seat of terror. Terabon Parish.

Home absorbed by Terabon Parish in 1984. Townform way back in 1832, incorporated in 1848. Area mostly used for sugar cane production before the Civil War. The city is named after the United Homa Nation, the indigenous people that originally lived in the area. Many still live there in the area, approximately 17,000 tribal members still living in southern Louisiana. Homa colonized by the French and Spanish, and then in the 18th century, a bunch of Acadians settled there. And the Acadians would become the Cajuns.

Sources do not say that Ronald is Cajun, but he sure looks fucking Cajun. It's got a last name to be Cajun. He talks like he's Cajun. His face looks, well, pretty Cajun. A little bit more about Cajuns, since they've come up twice now in three weeks. And let's set this A little bit more about K-GEN. Since they've come up twice now in three weeks.

And let's set this a little bit of description to some traditional K-GEN music to make it just a wee bit more interesting. K-GEN, K-GEN, K-GEN, K-GEN story, we're going to France. People who become with K-GEN's K-GEN probably always in the royal hours of the Venni region. Wasser Ralph. That's fucking terrible. That's not K-J Music. It cracks me up if it was though.

What's that with K-J Music? It's not, in my to my ears, incredibly far off of that. Here's some real K-J Music, and they'll continue. 1604. These, these, these, these, these, these, these, these, these, these, these, these, these, and they'll continue. 1604. These, these, these, these, these, these, these, these, these people from, uh, probably hard to understand when I say early the rural areas of the Vendy region of Western France, they began to settle in, uh, a Katie now Nova Scotia where they prospered as farmers and fishers. Over the next century, the ownership of the colony of a Katie changed hands several times, and this did not bode well for them. 1713, great Britain acquired permanent control of Akkadian, and many Akkadians did not like the British, and they were like, why do you that?

Why do you that? You know what, tell me how to do it. It's something like that. And they became a cooperative British subdux, uncooperative excuse me. Preferring to maintain their independence and refusing to swear allegiance to the British Crown in church. Finally in 1755, the British were like, you know what, fuck you French chubbillars. And they began the removal of the Acadians from their homeland.

These so-called outlaws were taken into custody by British soldiers, hurted on the British ships, setting sail for destinations unknown, to dump off these exiles. Acadians were dispersed back to France, also to the Caribbean, some ended up in Britain, more ended up in British colonies along North America's East Coast. Many of the exiles along the East Coast, in particular, unhappy in their new homes, and I moved on, and a lot of them found their way to South Louisiana and began settling in the rural areas west of New Orleans. By the early 1800s, nearly 4,000 Acadians had arrived in the settle of Louisiana.

Many lived in Louisiana's Bayou Country where the hunted fish trapped, lived off the bounty of the Mississippi River Delta. Some moved onto southwest Louisiana's prairies to raise cattle and rice, but most made the swamp their home. These fucking swamp folk, they learn new skills, shared with they brought with them. Many people lived in the area already, local tribes, free people of color, enslaved Africans, their descendants, immigrants from Europe, Asia, North and South America. The Acadians became known as Cajuns and they adapted to their new home and as people.

The French of noble ancestry would say, a little bit of a cadiens, or some referred to the Acadians as Nakedians, drop in the A, later came the Americans who could not fucking pronounce the Cadiens, or Cadiens, for sure my Moshmau's ancestors. So it became Cadiens, Cadiens, easier to say than a Cadiens. These French swamp folk Cadiens, isolated from the rest of the world now for generations for the most part, their dialect changed over time as did their architecture, music, and food.

Glad that feels back. The Cadiens are Louisiana today, I renown for their music, and food. I'm glad that feels back. The occasions of Louisiana today are renowned for their music, their food, a real distinct way of talking, that at its thickest, to me, is borderline unintelligible. And their ability to hold on to tradition while making the most of the present. The music you're hearing, their music, I do like it. I was joking, I do like it.

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know, just so fucking close together and beady is all get out. And those two beady very close together eyes will sit on each side of a big old hook burping type notes. And that's fucking Cajun. That's Cajun's fuck. Interesting fact, the poor Cajuns with their Cajun eyes have zero peripheral vision. The only humans with no peripheral vision. If someone says they saw something out of the corner of their eye and they're telling the truth,

you can be certain that they're not Cajun. Cajuns eyes don't have corners. They're perfectly round, small, round, very beady. Look kind of like doll eyes. Not gonna see a lot going on behind them. Very vacant. Bacon, beady, too close together. Not attracted. Everyone knows I'm kidding now, right? How far did I have to take that before he realized I was kidding? I hope he knows kidding. Also kind of hope that one Cajun Lister got fucking so pissed and he shut the podcast off.

Right before I said I was kidding, just never listens again. Oh no, be honest, yeah, be honest, yeah, go on, turn on Tism, turn on Tism, get even time for a lot of need, have it, have it. Or something, whatever Kagen sounds like. Anyway, Kagen culture is especially strong in Homa because they were isolated from the rest of the state until the 1930s due to vast swam plant surrounding the town. Homa residents have traditionally relied on fishing, oystering, crapping, shrimping, trapping the oil industry and shipbuilding from employment.

Very blue collar in addition to being very cation. Homa is composed of a surrounded by different Bayou communities, Ronald Dominique lived in a very small community. I mean, we're not supposed to spread out. There are these amount of people living there. Just a mile or so north of Homa called Bayou Blue. Bayou Blue, big rural, unincorporated area. There's actually over 13,000 people scattered around in it. To describe the culture, this specific community, one resident said that in Bayou, in the Bayou

Blue documentary, an important source of this episode, the focus is on Ronald Dominique's killings. Because we are on the Gulf Coast and because we have had so much trauma, you know, with hurricanes and the oil spill, there is a sense of we're in this together between us. And there is also a sense of us against the world. According to these residents, Bayou Blue used to be a rural, safe, close-knit community, but then drug use shootings, robberies became more and more common. Then Ronald showed up about a whole hell of a lot more killing to the area than they had previously experienced at least in recent years Finally almost to the last piece of pre timeline setup now

What allowed Ronald to keep killing the last year or so of his spring was also a hurricane Louisiana residents particularly those down towards the coasts, you know the Gulf Coast they have to deal with a lot more natural disasters The most arrest of us nearly every hurricane season people, people lose homes, loved ones, workplaces, and ways of life. And the biggest hurricane in recent years was Hurricane Katrina. Katrina was the most significant storm to hit the state since Hurricane Camille in 1969, one of the deadliest natural disasters in US history.

In total, as you went over just a few weeks ago in the Gypsy Rose Suck, 1836 people died. 135 people went missing. Louisiana had the most deaths up to 1,170 large swaths of terribon parish parts of Homa destroyed by the hurricane signs trees roofs roofs utility polls more were damaged by the hurricane terribon didn't see as much damage is many other parts of the state but still enough chaos

going around to really disrupt the investigation and defining the serial killer that would be Ronald Dominique, an investigation that already was suffering from a lack of proper funding because of again, you know, an impoverished area. Now the last thing to address before the timeline, why isn't this guy more well-known? Compared with many other serial killers, there's been a real lack of reporting on Ronald Dominique and his victims, although there is a well-produced documentary by UBlue and a book by author Fred Rosen recently published. The combination of him being apprehended in the wake of Katrina, much bigger national story. Also him targeting men, black men, sometimes gay black men, instead of attractive, say, mostly white women, like a few other Louisiana serial killers active

at the time who are arrested a few years before him contributed to his lack of notoriety uh... Derek Todd Lee shan vinson gillis uh... they were in the area killing uh... just before he was and at the same time he was for first stretch uh... i don't remember here in about him uh... Derek Todd Lee killed at least uh... seven women between nineteen ninety two and two thousand three i've heard of him uh... shan gillis killed eight women between nineteen ninety four two thousand four, I've heard of him. Sean Gillis killed eight women between 1994, 2004, briefly heard of him. Despite a lack of national coverage, home a residence, many other residents in Southern Louisiana, they sure are shit. We're very concerned about Ronald Dominique's serial killing. Another reason why I think Ronald Dominique's case

isn't as well-known as she is many other comparable killers comparable killers Is because he never went to trial right and took a plea bargain so didn't get as much media exposure and then the last reason This guy didn't gain a lot of notoriety and this is pure speculation But I for sure believe it It looks like a fucking dork He has no personality and he's about a scary seeming as a golden retriever seriously. He has a very timid demeanor.

He is not clever, his voice, you know, kind of gentle and meek. He looks like someone you'd be more apt to worry about falling victim to a serial killer than he looks like a serial killer. Like, I watched a few docs in this guy and they were in some ways unintentionally so funny with how they described him. The commentators just fucking brutal. The narrator, I've never heard more criminal experts so consistently describe a serial killer as basically a complete dud of a human being.

He's referred to in interviews with several people connected to his case as the last guy you'd suspect would be in a serial killer. Words they used to describe him weak, unassuming, feeble. You don't hear many men under the age of a weak unassuming feeble You don't hear many men under the age of about 90 being described as feeble His attorney Richard Gourley. Yes, time suckers. We have ourselves yet another fucking dick in this suck He said I don't want to say he had no redeeming qualities, but nothing about him really stood out He goes on along with a few other people to say that Ronald was is

short five-foot-five on attractive obese dumb He goes on along with a few other people to say that Ronald was is short, five at five, unattractive, obese, dumb. I, I, it's crazy. The adjectives have thrown him thrown around at this guy. No ambition, bald, boring, no friends, no one respects him. He's complained a lot apparently about everything from his living situation to lack of friends to like the food he'd be served at the bar restaurant, et cetera, and on and on. So many people talk about how just a fucking week he looked like genuinely shocked this

dude was able to attack and overpower anyone in any kind of circumstances or even like move a body. One investigator in particular genuinely amazed that he was strong enough to somehow move a body. A few people talk about how he just never held any kind of real promising job. mentioned how he was fired from, you fired from the various menial jobs he did hold briefly oftentimes, almost no one assigns any positive qualities at all of this motherfucker.

He didn't have to compartmentalize the way some serial killers do because he didn't really have much of a life outside of what he became notorious for. No one says he was funny, you're generous, helpful, or clean, organized, fucking dressed well, good listener, didn't fart all the time, new head of or helpful or clean, organized, fucking dressed well, good listener, didn't fart all the time. New head of ties shoes were all good. Nothing other than I think friendly. A few people he had minor interactions

with did say he seemed friendly. That's about as good as it got. It's like he really didn't have almost any redeeming qualities. I love it. Not the big bad scary monster mainstream media often needs to sell stories like this. I'm gonna have fun making fun of this weasley little turt I wonder if any of his negative disparaging coverage has made it back to him

He's 58 been in prison since 2006 if it wasn't such a piece of shit. I would feel sorry for him I feel bad about how many people talk about how basically he's just a huge loser But again, he lost I think any, any sympathy that anybody should give him when he killed a bunch of people. The narrator of a doc on this guy making a serial killer season one episode 10, it's a little doc episode. Ronald Dominique, yeah, is the name of the episode literally says the narrator says at one point, could this small feeble drag queen now in custody really be the man God for looking for Jesus Christ. Logan and I were joking while I was doing research here on the office about him just getting pissed,

about being one of the most prolific serial killers in American history, but still no one is scared of him. You know, no one has any kind of like dark respect or he's just left off. I picture him just watching a doc on himself and his cell just getting shredded. He's, oh come on, I don't know, I'm gonna see how I'm gonna kill her,

come on over back out, man, this is bullshit. Oh come on guy. I don't know what the fuck is he? I'm a killer. Come on back. Ah man. It's a bullshit I'm very scared and then like his cellmate in this imaginary scenario of mine This guy just slapped him aside the back of the head just shut the fuck up Ronnie I'm trying to watch a program about you killing a lot of people you put your little dipshit Interrupted again you pathetic excuse for a serial killer. I will hold your head in the toilet and shit on your face like I did last week. You fucking loser. Fuck you can do about it. Nothing bitch. How'd you kill anyone anyways? Pissed me off by Grammick and turned you into her bottom bunk bitch. You dumb, tandy ass dork. Apparently the only thing that made Ronald interesting back when he was free. The only thing he really got excited about before

he got arrested was Patty Lebel. Yes that Patty Lebel. The American soul singing pioneer and Grammy winner, the lady who sang Lady Marmalade. I love details like this when we find him in stories. Ronald would often dress up as Patty in performance drag shows and apparently he was awful, like atrocious. Like he tried really hard but could not pull it off, not even close. And he was socially shunned by one group of drag queens after another.

Like people who watched him before him said he was absolutely terrible. He was not welcomed by various Southern Louisiana gay bar communities, which are typically apparently extremely welcoming, extremely tolerant, but they didn't want him. No one wanted to hang out with his dude. And again, because of how murderous he was, I don't feel sorry for him. Okay, now let's get to covering and ruthlessly mocking. This murderous dork. In today's time suck timeline.

Right after today's mid show, Sponsor Break. Thanks for listening to me, Saks. And thanks to every company who has sponsored this show. I've been lucky enough to do for almost six years now. What a ride! Hail Nimrod and let's fucking go. Shrap on those boots, soldier. We're marching down a time-sug timeline. January 19th 1964 Ronald Joseph Dominique is born in Tibido, Louisiana

Sources differ on the number of siblings he has author Fred Rosen wrote in his book to Dominique has six siblings But doesn't name any of them outside of an older sister named Laney He'll live on Laney's property in Homa while he's actively murdering men around Southern Louisiana later in the timeline Dominique's Wikipedia page says his parents were poor labors, but there's no link to a source to verify that information. We could be also reports that Dominique's family lived in a trailer park on the outskirts of Tibido for a good chunk of his murder spree. Other sources don't elaborate on this living situation. On the Find a Grave website, use it often to get family names for true crime subjects. The initial research on this episode,

our Olivia Lee, found two people who passed away in Tibido, who we think are likely as parents. Ronald J. Dominique, or excuse me, Roland J. Dominique was born in September of 1932, died in April of 1999 at 66 years old. Roland had a son named Robert Paul Dominique, who died in May of 2015. Robert Paul listed as a resident of

Bayou Blue, so maybe Ronald's brother. Roland had a wife named Pamela, Ronny's mom perhaps, seems like she still might be alive. No siblings outside of Robert Paul, if Roland is Ronald's dad listed in this particular source. What if none of his family members want to be associated with him, not because he was a serial killer, but because he was an embarrassing, unlikable dipshit. You know, just, uh, am I Ronald's sister?

What? The guy who asked me to lowhand some money so he could get in on a sale of JCPenney. He was waiting up for months. The guy who got five for working at Dollar Tree for showing up late because he had gotten a really bad tummy ache for intubing my gikes. The guy who got hurt at the YMCA when he tried bench press and just to buy with no weight, had to get stuck on his neck, had a couple of kids leave it on his female ass for a choke.

No, I nominated that dog. I love it. Ronald Dominique, let's climb Ronnie. He comes across more like a Ronnie than Ronald to me. He grew up in Tibido, LaFouche Parish between New Orleans and Baton Rouge. Tibido described as a small town where everyone knows everyone's business.

Random trivia, the Chevy Chase Classic, 1985 film Fletch Lives. and Baton Rouge. Uh, Tibado described as a small town where everyone knows everyone's business. Random trivia, the Chevy Chase classic 1985 film Fletch Lives, sequel to Fletch, set in a fictionalized version of Tibado. Also, the 2022 official video for the arcade fire song, the lightning one, two shot in Tibado. That's a fucking great song. Beautiful video. Uh, fair amount of professional athletes, mostly NFL linemen, basketball players have come out of Tibido, rock and roll legend Eddie Jones, AKA guitar slim died back in 1959

at the age 32. He's buried in Tibido, big influence on Jimmy Hendrix. Now for some bad trivia, real bad. The town was also the site of the infamous Tibido massacre back in 1887, African-American sugar cane plantation workers went on strike to protest inhumane working conditions and in return, 35 to 50 of them got murdered. Many others almost beaten a death. Those who didn't die went back to work and there were no more strikes for decades. The white mob that broke the strike, they would kill more local black residents than today's serial killer.

Refocus on Ronnie now, growing up in a town off and referred to it, it's been a bit sleepy in welcome to Tibado videos. I've watched where you can avoid the hustle and bustle of big cities and slow down and live on Tibado time. Ronnie was bullied for being short, overweight, and later gay. Since his middle name is Joseph, let's call him Ronnie Joe. Yeah, that's the one. That's perfect.

He seems more like a Ronnie Joe to me than a, than a Ronald or a Ronnie. Ronnie Joe participated in Glee Club and chorus at Tibidot High School. And for some reason, this did not skyrocket into popularity. I can see that, you know, years before the show Glee, and in most parts of the country, Glee Club, very much a shortcut towards being bullied. Ronnie Joe claimed that growing up, he was molested by a priest as a child. His parents did not believe him. I wouldn't doubt it though, actually.

A tip of the don't like the rest of Louisiana's Cajun areas, very Catholic. And like we learned last week, the church certainly had no fucking problem moving Pito priest to various Louisiana locations. They definitely did that when Ronnie Joe was grown up. How fucking odd and coincidental if he was molested by one of the guys who pissed me off so much last week, like father Gilbert Gouch. Sorry I referred to him as Gouch a few times last week,

by the way, just letter off when I mentioned him a couple times. Father Gouch was preaching in Cajun country, bouncing around in the 1970s when Ronnie Joe was a kid, molested just about any boy who came across his path. And I'm sure he wasn't the only priest doing that. What if some priest set him down the path of becoming a serial killer? Wonder how many serial killers were first introduced to sexual abuse, pain by a priest. Ron Jo also bullied by his own family, according to him at least, in a post arrest interview. He said of his older sister, she's the only one of the family who treated me nice. Everyone

else treated me like crap because I'm gay. If true, that does fucking suck. Detective Jesus interviewed to get to know him. He said his family, nephews, and friends called him names. As an adult, he tried to get married, and his family teased him because the marriage didn't work. This just comes up in this one thing. There's never a mention of a substantial relationship

in any source, but he says this one time. He says I couldn't bring nobody home because I was scared to tell him, what are you doing with a queer? He also said his family knew he was gay before he was 20. And again, if true, that's awful. I say if because he will play the victim in ways proven not to be true after his arrest, trying to paint all the people, at least initially, he killed those people who were trying to hurt him, hard to know what happened in real life, as opposed to what happened just in his head.

But again, yeah, if true, what a bunch of ignorant pieces of shit as family members are, mocking your own child sexuality. Like, what the fuck is wrong with you? Cold outside world being inevitably cruel to your child is that not enough? Need to add to their torment? That's why people who abuse their children,

just especially fucking hate it to me. You know, people who abuse their children, especially fucking hated to me. You know, it's like the world is gonna fucking slap around enough, you gotta add to it. Nice work, Montpau. Now how about you two conskel lay down in a burning ditch? Despite the possibility of this being true, I am still gonna make fun of it. Cause again, Ronnie Joe lost the right to sympathy.

For me, at least when he chose to rape and take the lives of 23 meets X. Ronnie Joe later told Judge Randall Besson Court that he graduated from Tibido High in 1983 when he was 19. So he may have been held a backier at some point just based on his age there. And he then studied computer keyboards at Tibido Votech, now known as Fletcher Technical Community College. I'm not sure how you only study keyboards, but that's what he said apparently. I doubt that's what he did, probably just odd wording in the source. But God, I hope that's what he did.

That's very funny to me. I picture him being the most useless computer repairman of all time. Haha. Just, uh, hi, this is Rane. How can I be a service for you? How can I help you? Yeah, I can't get my computer to even turn on. Okay, can't get, how do you check the keyboard?

What? How do you keep all, have you checked it? Is it cracked or anything? Oh, you spilled coffee on that keyboard? No, it's not cracked. And I didn't spill anything on my keyboard. I tried the power button, I checked the plug in, it works, it just will not turn on. okay. Take a look at the keyboard for me. I cannot let us do have 62 2648

65 days a 9 or 10 number to make sure the numbers and the letters and the other buttons are down What? Yeah, no, yeah, no the keyboard's fine all the keys are there. I just I don't think that would affect the power Here's a little spit out out all keyboard down with some pledge Shining up with a old rag. That's a that's a dude trick. That's a key up and running. It's not the fucking keyboard dude Oh, man, don't you should gotta heat himself Keyboard is really can really put a dental day. Have you checked the cast lock key that won't give me every time? I don't know

Maybe maybe there was a keyboard manufacturing center in the area of the time I don't know. Maybe there was a keyboard manufacturing center in the area of the time. Ronnie Joe also said he worked at a convenience store for an unspecified period of time, short-letter high school, even became the manager somehow. As an adult, those Ronnie Joe was not killing. Yeah, he seemed to be a pretty harmless guy. Ronnie Herbert and Aquinas reported that he dated Ronnie Joe's cousin and often would see Ronald hanging out in Ronnie's lounge the bar he owned in the home

Home again less than 50 miles from Tibado, by the way, I never move far from home He said Ronnie was was quiet kept to himself never cause problems really drank He said the most of the time this is so sad most of the time he just ordered soda and played pool by himself whew This guy's fucking life comes across this so sad sometime. So he's playing pool alone, drinking sodas at the bar. One identified woman told a reporter he was a very friendly guy, right? Can I ask for a friend or guy?

This lady about the only person with a kind word about Ronnie Joe owned a video store down the street from Dominique's sister's home where he lived for quite some time and Ron and Joe is a frequent customer. She said he rented gay porn videos and sometimes spoke about going on dates with men, also rented comedies and children's movies for his nieces and nephews. Picture in a very strange checkout right now. It is okay Ronald, that'll be a 11.35 for the little mermaid, Acewin Chopin detective, three cocks in one butt, and Johnnie and a cum volume seven wide digs in black holes. A few months before his arrest, he told the video store owner that the police suspected him of being the serial killer.

She told him if you're the serial killer, then I'm the queen of England. Well, I guess the queen of England lives in a home in Louisiana. Former roommates told the courier he didn't have many friends. He didn't keep friends. The roommate could not recall Dominique ever bring in anyone home. In a 2006 Seattle Times article, reporter Mary Foster described Dominique as a near broke nobody. Ouch. Again with the just pictures of this guy. Dominique worked odd jobs at his adult life, never kept a steady job

because of amongst other things attitude problems problems, apparently. Off the Fred Rosen wrote that Ronnie Joe had a hard time making friends and was never in a serious relationship. Despite him saying that that one point that he was afraid to bring a woman home, you know, that he might have wanted to get married to. So maybe that woman did exist. June 12, 1985, Ronnie Joe now 21, it's in some trouble. He has caught quote, making dirty phone calls. He's actually arrested charged with telephone harassment. Please guilty, pays $74 plus court costs. What the fuck was he doing here? I wish there was more details about this in sources. The way it's written, I like to think he might have just been crank calling random people around the area and just saying perverted shit. And that maybe he, maybe he forgot how to use the Star

69. Back in the landline days, you could in many places, a key in Star 69 to call back the last number that called you. And there was another series of buttons you could, you could push to try and block somebody from being able to call you back. I picked this fucking idiot not knowing about any of that. And just calling some random person, you know, getting really dirty, you know, not even bothering to call someone just like in another town, just calling some local who might know him.

Oh yeah, oh yeah, dude, was I holding down? I read a fucking deep, oh yeah. Oh you bet, you'd wish I did, you'd not have a little slut, but you was our boss, DBOS, don't you, Mr. Robo-Dool. And then the guys, the guys like, run it you dumb and eat, is that you? Oh no, it's not me, it's not, but you was out of balls, DBO ass, don't you, Mr. Robo-Doh. And then the guys, the guys like, Ronnie Joe Dominique, is that you? Oh, no, it's not me, it's all, and then just click. And then Mr. Robo-Doh, just like,

and fucking star 69 calls him back. And then the dipshit answers. Hello, this is a little Ronnie Joe Dominique here. Dammit, what was all that about Ronnie Joe? Oh, I don't know, I don't know about, not about no dirty talk, Mr. Robo-Doh, just click. It's given ahead eight years now to 1993. He's just been, you know, dinking around, just odd job to odd job. We don't know much about what Ronnie Joe's been up to for those for those years. Playing pool by himself.

Baby sitting in the asses and nephews watching porn. Maybe did a bit of crank calling. Definitely paying sex workers to fuck him. 1993, Ronnie Joe is 29 now, one, an, an, a name man, he may have paid for sex from home, a total police in the table, that Ronnie raped him, but then officers did not arrest him. Ronald supposedly picked a man up, took him to the table, not sure exactly where in the table, he took him, allegedly tied him up, raped him at gunpoint. When question, Ronnie Joe said they had consensual sex.

And then he got scared and pulled out a gun to make the man leave. Please chose not to file charges because the victim had a quote history of mental problems. It's a way with something here. It seems May 15th, 1994. Ronnie Joe is arrested for drunk driving. 30 year old Ronnie Joe, doing more than drinking sodas now at the bar. He's a big boy. August 25th, 1996. Another man reports that Ronnie Joe raped in.

The man jumped out of Ronnie's trailer window screamed. He screamed. He's trying to kill me. The man told police that he met Ronnie Joe, agreed to help him buy drugs. Ronnie drugs now. No turning to drugs. What happened to plant an ice game of pool solitaire? Knock him back a doctor pepper at the bar.

This guy said that they went to Ronnie's home. Ronnie Joe got out of gun, tied him up, said that Ronnie Joe raped him with a knife held to his throat, then kicked him out. Ronnie Joe's neighbor is called a police when they did hear this man streaming, leaving Ronnie's camper. When the police interviewed Ronnie Joe, they asked him about similarities between this case and the previous time the guy made accusations. Ronnie Joe then, quote, admitted the facts of of the case but disputed the series of events. He said now that both

men pressured him to head back to his place to fuck and that they asked him to tie them up to make him feel more comfortable because he was skittish. He said, I told him I didn't want to mess with them and they said, well, why don't you tie my hands? And I said, all right. Oh, good story, Ronnie Joe, very believable. I bet that happens all the time. Hey, I know you really don't want to sleep with me, but I really, really want you to fuck me. So bad hot stuff with no friends, no one likes.

So how about you, time me up, weird sad guy I just met. Ronnie Joe told officers that both these guys then demanded money afterward after the sex, after the sex, would shock him out of fucking nowhere like he didn't agree to that beforehand. And so he pointed to gun at them as one does and told him to leave. He added in the interview, I would never hurt nobody. I'm not that type of person. Yeah. And then these guys lied and just said that he raped them. Uh, officers

felt that the story was, of course, very believable and normal. Everything checked out and they stopped bothering him. No, they arrested. Uh, the food's deputy sheriff, Jimmy McKay arrested Ronald for forcible rape. His bond was that at $100,000. He couldn't afford that. So he had to sit in jail for three months, wait and trial. And Ronnie Joe claimed that during these three months, he is raped repeatedly, quote, making his anus particularly susceptible to splitting during sex, out, if true, that does not sound fun to suddenly have a fragile butthole. Nobody wants a fragile butthole. And these I don't think so. If you do want a super fragile butthole, then you should see

a therapist because you're fucking weird on you got some shit going on Ronald was released on November 7, 1996 because the DA could not find the victim Ronald had the right to file a writ of habeas corpus and the case was continued indefinitely After this Ronnie promised himself he'd never go back to prison and now he may have mentally started to make the turn from rapist to serial killer. Terabon, Parish Sheriff, Jerry Larpenter, said at a press conference years later, that was a turning point. He didn't want to leave any more live victims. A dead man can't talk. To further add to the making his anus particularly susceptible to splitting into sex detail, Ronald said in his arrest interview that in the

1990s, he once worked on an oil platform. Before the jail raping, I think it's never made a 100% clear. And that one day we'll work in that job, he ate a black pepper, which went through his stomach, colon and rectum, which is how digestion works. And apparently really fucked him up. He said that I kinda like almost like a McGill's pop, basically blew his butt hole off. Some pepper.

And he ended up having to undergo a surgery. He got like a severe bacterial infection from this pepper. And that affected his ability to have anal sex. That and then being raped a million times or so in jail. This will all become important later because he'll use his justification for trillion victims. And then later on, I will tell another version of this. He kind of told two different slightly different versions of what happened to his butthole.

Is outside of jail. So weird that he would use that as an excuse to do this. Look, I don't want to kill nobody know how, but at least I'm a very fragile butthole. It's like my puttos made out of a pebbin with shea and cobwebs. Think of a penis as a wolf. When he hovered, he blow him up a hole down. I have to wipe with a squircon. I can't even touch it with three plies.

So when I got to make a back door move on me, it had a life of death. It is kill-be-dreeled and then killed. I don't like it, but that's how it is. It's a car I be dealt. Full house with a rickety rotten screened overbottle. This guy's a fucking maniac. July 14th, 1997, 19 year old David Levant Mitchell's body found in the canal off Louisiana,

uh, I weigh 3 160 in Hanville, Louisiana. St Charles Parish. David has closed on. He been raped and drowned. Ronnie's first murder victim. He been on a jail about eight months and a 33 year old, uh, not going to risk David telling officers that Ronnie Joe raped him and, you know, and then possibly sending him back behind bars where his soft tissue paper starfish of a butthole will be beaten

like a pinata. David Mitchell, last seen on July 12, 1997 in St. Charles Parish, he was attending the birthday party with his mom, the tree's, his grandma and his aunt Rita. After the party, according to Rita, they dropped David off at his grandma's house in the little town of Kelona. He said he wasn't going anywhere. He was going to wait for his uncle to drive him back to Luling, but his uncle never showed up. Rita, Aunt Rita, believes that David tried to hitchhike back to his mom's house. His family didn't hear from him. Next day, assumed he was with a friend. On Monday, the 14th, David's supervisor from the St. Charles Parish Hospital called the trees and informed her that David never showed up for work. His work badge and clothes still in his room. David never missed work.

They've stayed somewhere overnight. He was, uh, you know, he always called his mom, tell her where he was going. David's family now decides to call the police. Family starts to hear rumors that the black man's body's been found in a canal on River Road in Hanville. Hanville about a 40-minute drive from Homa, about a half hour west of downtown Nola. David's family turned on the TV to watch the news and their worst fears came true David's picture flashed across the screen Can't not imagine what a fucking absolutely atrocious life moment that is David's family very upset with the St. Charles Paris Sheriff's Office described him as having a high-risk lifestyle They wanted people to know that David had recent graduate from high school where he worked for the school paper earned a spot on the honor roll

They wanted to become a corner or more Titian never struggle with drug or alcohol abuse Did not live a risky free lifestyle according to his family typically not a hitchhiker. He was just in the wrong place the wrong time There are other versions of story where maybe he was doing some stuff that you know his parents were not aware of which often Happens to many of us, when we're, you know, in our later teen years, early 20s, not can tell mom and dad and Aunt Rita and everybody exactly what kind of shit we're gonna do. Not sure what kind of offer Ronnie Joe made

to get David into the car. He didn't say I don't think specifically with his victim, but perhaps an offer to pay him for sex. That's the leading theory is what got him in there five months later December 14th 1997 body of a 20 year old man Gary Pierre has found along a wooded stretcher road in months in St. Charles parish Ronnie Joe is fucking sand dollar butthole struck again motorist found Gary's body there were no signs of trauma share of Greg champagne or maybe champagne yeah no champagne. No, Champagne.

I told the press that it was obvious. He was dumped in a location where he was found. He had been raped and strangled somewhere else. Back at Ronnie Joe's camper trailer. Gary Cazidetz was a fixation due to net compression. Nearly eight months later, August 1st, 1998, the body of a 38-year-old man, Larry Ranson, found in St. Charles Parish.

Larry last seen on July 31st. He was found off Louisiana 316 in an industrial area of St. Charles Parish, died from his fixation due to neck compression. Despite evidence of rape, there was no DNA evidence left behind at this or the previous crime scenes, which made police believe that the killer was using a condom. So I guess running Joe was not always a complete idiot, murdering pieces of shit, but maybe sometimes smart enough to wrap it up. Sometimes that'll go away here soon. Two months later, October 4, 1998, the body of 27 year old Oliver LeBanks found in a Metaree Jefferson parish. Metarees and neighborhood just north and west

of New Orleans city limits, a large suburb of the metropolitan area of New Orleans that butts up against the edge of lake Pontchartrain Detective Dennis Thornton was called out to the 6900 block of stable drive behind a baseball stadium to a roadway under an overpass The victims legs were protruding from some vegetation on of the by the gravel road Had no sure to shoes on his pants were below his knees The back of his belt and pants were turned inside out like someone had used it as a handle. His legs and feet made drag marks in the dirt. The marks on his wrist and neck indicating he'd been tied up.

Victor had a wound on the side of his head as well. Oliver, Oliver LeBanks was identified by his fingerprints after his autopsy. His autopsy found that he'd been bludgeoned, raped, strangled, cause of death is Fixia due to strangulation. The Bayou Strangler. There was hemorrhaging where the killer put his hands on Oliver's neck, also hair found on Oliver's body that appeared to belong to a white dude.

White person. I know it's white dude, they just knew it was white person. Investors also collected semen from Oliver's rectum. So Ronnie already getting reckless and sloppy. Please found Oliver's brother and learned Oliver lived near the French quarter of Nola in the Iberville housing project. Judy Jason, Oliver's girlfriend and his brother, Michael LeBank, spoke with the police, provided details about the night of October 3rd, 1998. Michael did report anything unusual that night. He was out with Oliver and

two friends, eventually separated from Oliver who went with his friend to Rahe, a bar in Nola. Nobody in or around the bar remembered to see Oliver. Oliver likely went there, according to his friends, with the intention of performing some sex work. Ronald Dominique was drinking at that bar that night. Arthur Fred Rosen wrote that Oliver had asked Ronald, you like to have a good time and Oliver responded, I like to fool around. Ronald said in his post a rest interview that he didn't have money for a hotel, but invited

Oliver to his car instead, asked him if he needed money for sex, told Oliver, he just had 20, 30 bucks on him, and Oliver agreed to that price. Two men headed out of the bar towards Rollins car. Ronnie, Ronnie Joe's car, which is parked next to Jack's brewery. He got into Ronnie Joe's car, Oliver performed Oral Sex on Ronnie Joe, then they engaged in mutual Oral Sex. Ronnie Joe said he asked Oliver to lay down on Ronnie Joe, uh, then they engage in mutual oral sex. Ron and Joe said he asked Oliver to lay down on the stomach, but they had not set a price for having anal

sex, uh, before all of her could protest. Ron and Joe pinned him down to the backseat and raped him. Ron and Joe said to, uh, to him, I was hurt before I was split. I know he went over this, but here are Ron and Joe's words now about this. Ron, he's, uh, stay moose interrupted with detectives, ask him to elaborate on the bottle situation. And he said, I had to cut it cut it time erect them when I worked offshore They had to cut all the infection out when I came in and stitch it It was from when I messed around with this guy before I went out of shore So not the black pepper this time now is from mess around is due

But then he does say or could have been the black pepper The built up when I was off shore. I started bleeding getting pale my gums are raw. I had to come in for surgery He said that that was first time he. I had to come in for surgery. He said that that was the first time he had ever had anal sex. After a surgery, Dr. Told him that his rectum will be tighter and he would have to take stool softness and that anal sex would be advisable.

Later, after this, I think, again, it's not made super clear, supposed to be raped and jailed. After supposedly now, annually raping Oliver, Ronnie Joe said he told him, Now get on top of me and rub your thing on me, which is a weird thing to say to someone

that you've just raped. Apparently Oliver did as he was asked, and then Ronald felt Oliver start to penetrate him. You know, he didn't want it, he didn't want to do that, and that angered him very much, because he almost fucking died you guys. Oliver just about shattered his cheap ceramic face of a butthole

So Ronnie Joe then pick up a tire iron from the floorboards hit Oliver on the head with it Hit him a second time all over when unconscious and his lane still now Ronnie Joe then gets on top of him and starts choking him Oliver begins twitching Trying to take in breath Ronnie Joe now wraps his belts around Oliver's neck pulls it tight Holded it until he he knows Oliver's dead. This is the story Ron and Joe is telling law enforcement. Ron and Joe said he then drove to Kenner, Jesperson, Parish with Oliver's body in the car and they circled around the New Orleans International Airport for a while.

And then eventually he goes down to stable drive to an overpass, pulls Oliver's body out of the car, dumps it and flees a scene. This fucking maniac told police that he didn't like how Oliver maybe kind of raped him back, is if that was a justifiable reason to kill him. After he admitted raping Oliver, did I mention how Ronnie Joe, not real bright? I think I did mention that.

But it is crazy, like the tone of his initial confession, which we'll get to later in the timeline, but he's like, oh, did I rape him? I was like, yes, sir. I mean, I guess you could say, I did do that. And that was wrong, even I know that off? So yes, sirs. I mean, I guess you can say I did do that. And that was wrong. Even I know that.

And if you would ask me to apologize, I surely would have done so. Yes, sirs, but he did not do that. No, sirs, he raped me back. And I certainly do know that raping back is as wrong as raping. Yes, sirs, I was raised to understand the two wrongs do not make a right.

So I did what I was right in my heart and I beat him about to hit on a choked him dead. Yes, sirs. So he can never rape anyone back again. Who just raped him again? He was a vegetable minister of society and I'm proud of help or stolen order regarding his own town into Mars. Okay, Ronnie.

We got what we need there, buddy. I go home now, says, yeah, Ronnie, you can go home just as soon as the clock strikes never. October 20th, 1998, the body of 16 year old Joseph Brown now found on veterans Memorial Boulevard, Kenner Jefferson Parish. Ronnie Joe is struck again, young victim. Joseph was bloodied on the back of the head and strangled. Bloody plastic bag found near his body. Please believe this killer used it to keep his blood from standing the vehicle when they drove him to the dumping site. Cause of death listed as a fix as fixation due to strangulation.

cause of death listed as a fix as fixation due to strangulation. Joseph this guy saw young still a freshman at Hanville High School. Last year in October 19th in the small census designated community of a bouti. Joseph's relatives told the press and the police that he was a troubled youth who had been involved with marijuana. They said he appeared to have strained himself out. Once he, or did he just like weed? When someone says that someone has troubled, but then presents evidence of being troubled as being involved in marijuana,

I am not sold and then being troubled. I am sold in the person saying that they've troubled, having trouble understanding how fucking marijuana works. In late November of 1998, the body of 18 year old Bruce Williams now found in Jefferson Parish. Bruce was found fully clothed in an industrial area. He'd been strangled and raped.

Bruce lived in New Orleans on the 9th November 27th, 1998. He was out walking around the French corner, French quarter before he went missing. Jefferson Parish reached out to the FBI for assistance. The profile they sent back, first profile, pretty skimpy, pretty shitty. Profiler suggests that the killer was some guy, probably white, probably in his 30s or 40s who maybe lived near the airport. The time Ronnie was living briefly in bout 13 miles from New Orleans airport. Would tea about a 30 minute drive from the, from Bayou Blue and from a Homa.

May 30th, 1999, the body of another Dominique victim is found 21 year old Manuel or Manuel reads remains are found in a dumpster and Kenner Jefferson parish. Right, Kenner has come up a few times suburb of New Orleans, button up against Lake Pontchetrain directly to the west of Metaree. Detective Michael Glasser responded to a call of a black man discarded next to a dumpster. There was no evidence at the scene, so Kenner PD determined that the victim was killed somewhere else and then dumped at that location.

The victim again, Manuel Reed. Manuel's family said he spent time in the French quarter, may have been soliciting sex there in various gay bars. Manuel Reed had ligature marks on his body, but no defensive wounds, strangled and sexually assaulted, missing some of his clothing, caused death, asphyxia due to strangulation again, and again Stephen found in his body. It's Ronnie Joe, still killing so Ray victims won't report him or is, uh, he's enjoying it now.

Basically what he says much later, I'm going to say, enjoy it. June 20th, 1999, the body of 34 year old, Angel Mahia found also in Kenner, Jefferson, Parish. Angel Mahia found next to a dumpster near the airport. He was last seen at 3am, walking with his friends a mile from where he was found. He was missing some of his clothes, had been raped, seeming found again in his rectum, cause of death is Fixia due to strangulation again. Angel Mahia knew another one of Ronnie's victims, Joseph Brown, they both had a history of selling drugs. June 20th, which kind of threw the police off their investigation, they thought, you know, uh... angel maia new another one of ronnie's victims joseph brown they both had a history of selling drugs june twenty-three which kind of through the police often investigation

that they thought you know even rate that might have been related to drug somehow june twenty-three nineteen ninety nine the kennel Louisiana ap reported that kennel police fear serial killer to blame for deaths uh... serial killer may be responsible for the death of three young men whose shoeless bodies were dumped in isolated areas around new Orleans International Airport over the past eight months. So they are entertaining obviously a serial killer. The victims were young, dark-skinned, killed in one location, dumped in another, all the victims strangled or suffocated. Lieutenant Steve Caraway told the

paper whether it's a serial killer or drug-related, we simply cannot tell it this time. If these are drug-related, this is an unusual way of killing and something we have not seen in this region. There's also reported that previous Ronnie Joe victim gear Pierre, new Joseph Brown and Angel Mejia. He lived a block away from here and they were both arrested for drug distribution in 1997. August of 1999, the body of 34-year-old Mitchell Johnson found in Metaree, Jefferson Parish. Again, detectives called out to the 6,900 block of stable drive beneath the same overpass just like with 27 year old Oliver LeBanks. This victim was found about a foot away from where Oliver had been found. The man's legs were sticking out into the road like even drag just past his shoulder. There was evidence of

strangulation and rape. Investigators immediately connected the two cases suspected the same killer was involved. The victim also died from strangulation slash net compression. There were less defensive marks on his body than with all over the banks. Mitchell's family told the police that he moved around often. He was last seen in Kenner. A witness gave a description of someone who may have been with Mitchell before he went missing. White male mid-30s, receding hairline, puffy cheeks. Excuse me, a big bird-like nose super round vacant beady's fuck eyes.

Wait you close together. Look stupid, very stupid. Please now knew, be on a shadow of a doubt that the killer was Cajun. Come on, JK, come on. Or a witness gave a description of someone who was a white male mid-thirties with the receding hairline and puppy cheeks and did not say the rest of that inflammatory shit. Sounds like Ronnie, he did have puppy cheeks and a And I was eating hairline at this time.

He's 35 now. This person helped with a composite sketch to please give a sketch to a local paper and to quote two gay publications in the French Corps. Canter PD within jurisdiction of Jefferson Parish, called the Jefferson Parish Sheriff's Office to notify them they're investigating another murder of a black male from May 1999, Manuel Reed.

Canter PD in the Jefferson Sheriff's Office started comparing notes and sharing information. In November of 1999, Ronald Dominique quits a job he'd held briefly working for the St. Charles Parish maintenance department, or he was fired. Drove his camper to Homo Louisiana to the Bayou Blue community, parked on his sister Laney's property.

She lived in Bayou Blue with her husband and the two allowed him to live on their property Ronald decided to purchase an actual trailer park it next to his camper And gets a job at caroo produce in town Later said he tried his best not to stand out for two reasons one. He was a killer on the run Makes sense to he was the gay man in the small southern Louisiana town Also makes sense author Fred Rosen wrote that Homa wrote about Homa. Excuse me Beneath Homa a sleepy Southern appearance

is an undercurrent of a bismopoverty where people live in Shaxx, can't afford cars or car insurance and ride bicycles to get around. The town has exactly two gay bars and a slew of others where whatever beer is cheap or on special is the beverage a choice. The poor residents live on the fringes

and the Shaxx and apartments off the main street to the town bordering the bayou Sounds delightful. If you want to move there You can right now buy a four bedroom two-bath home on an acre for $67,000 not fucking kidding Just looked it up on realtor.com and most part to the country that's a price from about 40 years ago January 1st 2000 the body of 23 year old Michael Radell Vincent is found in LaFouche Parish. Fucking Ronnie Joe, Michael lived in an apartment on Peter Street in Homa, had a history

of criminal behavior, used the alias Chris Vincent at one point, it previously been arrested for aggravated battery and was known to engage in sex work. Michael got missing December 31st, 1999 on January 1st, next day, a driver on highway seven in LaFouche Parish saw a body dumped on a barbed wire fence just off the road and called the police. Autops, it was delayed until January 3rd, because of the holidays. Michael had four pieces of crack in his pants pocket, had keys and lose change on him, had two abrasions on his upper chest, two cuts on his lower right side in a small, superficial scrottle abrasion.

Ouch. Also, had ligature marks on his wrists. His eyes showed fine pinpoint, conjunctival, uh, oh boy. Petika, uh, Petika, bilateral, and one coalescent focus of sclerotic hemorrhage on the right. The, uh, Petika are, are red dots caused by leaking capillaries. There are several natural causes for these, but uh, strang also a cause. Autops report stated circumstance surrounding death are unclear, but subtle findings at autopsy suggest homicidal asphyxia that is the cause of death. Manor of death is homicide. May of 2000, Ronnie Joe gets arrested. Finally, not

for murder. His antique birdhouse but hole. So going to be safe for now. Uh, his antique bird house butthole. So gonna be safe for now. Uh, disturbing the peace he's ordered to appear in court and, uh, Hama, uh, he got into a heater argument in public. Someone called the police. He pled guilty. Also paid a fine. No idea what the argument was about. I hope it was about dirty crank calls again.

That'd be so great. Just Ronnie Joe, I know it was you. You said your name on the phone when I recognize the sound of your voice. Oh, no, no, where's that? No, I never do it, talk to you, no, so no way, no, how? Ronnie stop lying, I don't like that. Why not, when I do it, talk to you, I may still not say my name,

so I would not know, you would not know who I is, so I fucking knew it Ronnie, you just admitted it. No, February 10th, 2002. After this Ronnie Joe gets arrested at home again, again, not for murder. His peanut brittle but hole still safe. That one made me laugh the most when I first thought of it. Not gonna lie, pretty proud of peanut brittle but hole.

Anyway, but Ronnie Joe gets arrested for is pretty great. He gets arrested for slapping a woman during a Mardy Grau parade. He had confronted her for hitting a baby stroller with her car in a parking lot and she did do that and then she apologized for that and then this crazy fucker still slapped her to avoid. To avoid. Sorry, Nicholas. I know, Ron, I'm sorry. Bada.

To avoid trial, he entered an offender's program as an alternative sentence. He was discharged from the program in October of 2002 after this and now 38 year old gets a job as a delivery driver for Domino's pizza. Rosen wrote, if you happen to live in Homa and you ordered a pizza from Domino's, serial killer Ronald J. Dominique was one of the delivery men who had come to your door. And you all listening right now are so fucking lucky. He ended up working for Domino's and not for Papa John's. That would have restarted that whole thing.

Weaker killers fragile Cajuns, Papa Balsa would butthole. Picture Ron and Joe saying creepy wild ass shit to people he delivers pizza still. Uh, hello, yeah, this is, uh, this is Ron and Joe. Uh, here's your large hand-offs me levels, uh, to, uh, little rubia says, uh, you would have raped me back if I raped you, right? Like if I raped you, you wouldn't have raped me back. That's wrong, right? Uh, Ronald worked for the produce company by the day, Domino's Pizza at night. He also signed up as a member of the local Lions Club,

fucking randomly. Also spent time in the weekends calling bingo numbers for seniors, even more random. Ronnie Joe knew that if you wanted to continue murdering people, you'd have to find someplace real and isolated for the bodies, his brother-in-law, Sam Trimble, worked at the Dixie Shipyard nearby to get there. You had to drive about three miles on a dirt road to the bayou.

So Ronnie Joe decided that was the right spot for bringing victims So now he parks his camper slash trailer keeps getting called both in sources. I can't figure out if on a sister Jardiner was one there was a camper and a trailer or it was a Just the camper got called a trailer or if you had a camper than a later by the trailer Anyway, he brings whatever the fuck you had camper trailer to a field in the shipyard now author Rosen wrote apart from some rustling hulks tied up to the weathered wooden dock in front. The place was desolate.

Dominique pulled his trailer over to the middle of a field where there was nothing around. It was so dark here at night the stars stood out bright in the sky. It wasn't a whisper on the breeze such a remote isolated site would do well. On October 6, 2002, not far from the shipyard, the body of 19-year-old Kenneth Fitzgerald Randolph, Jr. has found. Kenneth was found face down in the cane field near a pumping station, naked except for a socks, his wrist and throat showed ligature marks, even dead less than 12 hours. He was identified by his fingerprints. I'll talk to you again, found signs of strangulation. He had an abrasion on his forehead. There was also abrasions around his

thighs, a contusion on his buttocks, had a large contusion on his right wrist. This all indicated the killer may have forced him down into his chest and forehead to rape him. Kenneth had a hemorrhage on the soft tissue of his neck and his epiglottis, his hyoid bone was not broken. Investigators collected evidence in a sexual assault kit. The pathologist determined that Kenneth died of strangulation and that manual strangulation could not be ruled out.

Kenneth lived at 146 charter court just off by you blue road. Bertha was August 29, 2002. At the age of 18, he'd been arrested for carnal knowledge of a juvenile, for having sex with someone between the age of 13 and 17 per court documents. And that juvenile was 13 that's fucked up. And that juvenile was 17, poor bastard got arrested on a technicality. Excuse me, can I stop?

I can't even say what's arrested again for criminal damage of property he received his short sentence. And then five months later, he got caught having sex with another underage person. Got a felony conviction and a three year suspended sentence with 18 months probation, not long before Ronnie Joe found and killed him.

On October 13th, 2002, the body of 26 year old Anoka P Jones was found in St. Charles Parish. Anoka Jones found in Booty on the dirt road under the interstate 310 overpass by deputy on patrol. Those blood around his mouth, he was lying on a stomach, had a cut in his lower back, off-circuity drag marks and the dirt man sure had been raised up, his shorts pulled down to his mid thighs. The Texas Ducing Notice marks in the dirt man sure had been raised up his shorts pulled down to his mid-dice detectives the scene notice marks and the dirt to look like they came from tires meaning they kill their most likely dumped the body there and noco's identified by his fingerprints on October 14th, 2002 cause of death is fixia by strangulation

noco had been missing from a homeless since October 12th, 2002 so far all these victims have been black males, intentional, more attracted to black men than white men. Coincidence? Was he smart enough to think that maybe law enforcement wouldn't prioritize black victims like white victims? I doubt it. He does not seem real smart, but who knows?

A noca was first convicted in 1996 for conspiracy to distribute illegal drugs in 1997. He's convicted of simple theft and battery twice. A no-cat, a girlfriend named Shelley Weston, on October 12th, Shelley Weston left work and went grocery shopping. She got home between 7 and 7.30. No, can help put her put the groceries away. At 8 p.m. he writes his bike to go buy a pack of cigarettes. Ron and Joe happened to be driving through the area. He saw Noca riding his bike, pulled up next to him, asked him to talk. They spoke for a few minutes. Noca rode back to the apartment. He shared an Okahraiden's bike, pulled up next to him, asked him to talk. They spoke for a few minutes. An Okahraud back to the apartment he shared with Shelley.

He put his bike inside. Said he was going to stand outside and smoke gave Shelley a hug and the kids told her he loved her. She went to sleep, wasn't too concerned when An Okah didn't come back quickly inside because sometimes he would say he was going out to smoke and he would leave for several hours. He got into a car with Ronnie Joe. Why did he get in the car? Perhaps for the promise of money for sex. By 10 PM, Anoka was dead in the back seat of Ronnie's car, and then Ronnie Joe was heading towards Interstate 310. I should note that the timeline is inconsistent here

from source to source. Rosen writes that Anoka was found on October 13th, but the next two witnesses will say they saw Anoka on the 13th. So, you know, a little date discrepancy. The police spoke to one of Anoka's friends and to future victim Leon Lorette. Leon said he last saw Anoka on October 13th at 9 p.m.

asked him to come over, help move some speakers, after they finished moving the speakers. Anoka asked you to phone, only talked to someone for a moment for a hung up. Totally on, he'd see him later and then he left. Terribon Parish detectives learned that Anoka sold drugs for two drug dealers, named Josh Breimer and Barry Greenberg at that time and he owed him some money.

That explained to them a possible motive for murder, but not for the rape. A nocus friend, Bell Grimond, said she spoke to him 1030 pm on the 13th. He called her to tell her he had some shake, crack cocaine crumbs, asked if she wanted to smoke with him. She said she didn't smoke anymore. Hung up, witness Ron Gibbons was at the corner of knocking in Hobson, when Inoka with Inoka when a great truck pulled up next to him. Two men exed the truck in front of Inoka. He ran away. One of the men was big Julius. Gibbons didn't know the man's real name.

Big Julius was Julius Bellows, a known drug associate. Detective C. Ciss Car search for evidence of a murder. Couldn't find anything. Julius. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. C. killed him. May 26, 2003, the body of 19 year old day trail woods found in a sugar cane field in terribon, parish. So many very young men. 19 year old to trail or day trail was a reported missing on May 24, 2003 by his family. On May 26, he was found at the edge of the sugar cane field with his bike and autopsy, uh, listed the cause of death is unknown. He'd gotten in a jail a few months before his death. He lived with his mom and sister in a coma around 3 pm on May 24th. He changed clothes, spent the next three hours relaxing

6 pm, spoke with his cousin Frank Wilson, told Frank he was gonna stay his girlfriend's house in Montrela Park. Frank told Daytrail that his mom received a call from a man who threatened to kill everyone in her house if he didn't get his rings back. Daytrail had broken into a man's house multiple times. This man's house said the man gave him permission to take things as payment for a debt.

Daytrell now goes over to this man's house to smooth shit over. Men named Gary Birdwright was waiting for him. Daytrell and Gary had served time in prison together. Gary returned to Daytrell's house in a car with a few other people inside. Before Daytrell got into the car, his mom asked him to get her a glass of water. He got her a glass of water and then got into the car with Gary and the others. Daytra's mom Margaret recalled that he was walking with the white guy named Gary with another white guy who was sitting on the driver's side and the white girl

who was sitting on the passenger side, passed my house and the white car. It had black stripes. Margaret asked day trail not to leave but he reassured he was just going to stay close to his friend's house. She reminded me at a point my social security on the 27th. then on May 26th, a man named Corey Hood was out riding his three wheeler with his cousin Joshua Robocho, who was driving a dirt bike. They were in a field off highway 56 near Woodland Ranch Road, Woodlawn Ranch Road. Corey's chain broke, so they headed back to Woodlawn Ranch Road.

And Robocho took a left on the dirt road, saw it look like a body laying on the road. When he got closer to the body, it was puffy road, saw it look like a body laying on the road. When he got closer to the body, it was puffy. There was a bike a few feet away from the body. Robo Show, a road over to Hood, told him what he found. They rode back together, looked at the body, then drove to Casino, asked an employee to call the police. Day trail was still wearing his blue jeans and socks,

but he was missing his shirt when his body was found. Police noticed that his socks weren't dirty, which indicated he was dumped in that location. The bike was also clean. There was no tire tracks in the dirt nearby. His face was swollen, had blisters on his body, had no idea on him. They identified him by his fingerprints. An autopsy performed on May 28th. No signs of trauma, no defensive wounds, no signs. He'd been tied up cause of death, his fixation. Datel's family mentioned Gary's a possible suspect,

but gave the wrong last name. A man named Jordan Burtick, a call to report that at 12.30 to 1 p.m. on May 25th, he passed an area where day trail was found, saw a light colored car parked on the dirt road in the field. The detective spoke to day trail's brother Willie Woods. He mentioned the threatening phone call. The detective also asked the casino for their security footage. Police attempted to make contact with Gary Stevens, wrong Gary who live with his mom. She told the police that Gary was in Bayou, Blue, Hadman, home recently. Gary's brother told the police they didn't hang out with day trail.

Gary Stevens was located questioned. Didn't hang out with day trail and they weren't in jail at the same time. The detective trying to make sense of all the shit soon connected day trails murder to most of the others before him that we have mentioned and contacted detective Dennis Thornton who's working on other Ronnie Joe killings in Jefferson, Paris. But you can see again, a lot of these guys are living these high-risk lifestyles where they're hanging around a lot of people who are prison records, who may have reasons to want them dead, to kill them, and it just makes investigation a lot more confusing.

January 2004, Ronnie Joe is laid off from caro produce. Why? Did they get sick of him telling him or telling him to stop asking customers? Did they rape him? Did they get too many complaints? But his eyes being too small, too close together. Or did he quit because he got a job with Gulf Coast maintenance in Homa? Yeah, that's the one.

He'll work there for about six months. They don't get a job as a meter reader. A job he'll work there for about six months. Then he'll get a job as a meter reader. A job he'll also hold for about six months. And he'll use the meter reader job to become familiar with all the roads in the area. Look for new places to hide bodies. October 11th, 2004. The body of 46 year old Larry Matthews found in St. Charles Parish. Murder victim number 14 for Ronnie Joe.

Tropical store Matthew had hit town the day before. Then on the 11th of man named Jeff Murrow found a body in a pond in Des Almonds. Des Almonds lays right between New Orleans and Homa. Jeff drove to his neighbor Don Jerome. We saw the body in called the police. The man's remains were found on his right side. Knees bent, hadn't gone into rigor mortis yet, had no ID, no socks, no shoes. He was soaking wet, meaning he was dumped in the middle of the night during the storm. Autopsy found blunt-forced trauma to his shoulder, also soft tissue and intramuscular

hemorrhages of the back and buttocks. The rebrations on the buttocks and vascular hemorrhage within the subcontaneous fatty tissues. But the doctor wrote signs of violence are not apparent of the scene, cause of death as determined at Autopsysy and toxicological analysis considered to be drug overdose cocaine. A man of death considered to be accidental, but not accidental fucking Ronnie Joe later mid admitted to killing him. Vincorprince identified the victim as Larry Matthews from Tibado, a known drug dealer and

quote somewhat homeless. Martin Larry's brother last even three, four days earlier was worried. Saul Larry disappeared walking down Charles Street. Four days later, the Tibito Sheriff's office got a call from home of PD informing them that a man named Jim Jarman said the police were looking for him in relation to Larry's murder. He was visiting a friend in Tibito when Larry showed up. He loaned his wife's car to Larry and he didn't return it. Larry said that if he could get, if he could use the car, he would bring back women and drugs.

Jarman gave him the keys. Larry left and never came back. Jarman was angry, went to Martin Matthews house, Martin informed him that Larry was dead. Jarman went to the police station, followed a report about his wife's car. Please canvas the street. Jarman mentioned, found a witness Calvin early. Early said that on October 8, 2004,

white man, two white women in Larry, showed up at a house and a silver car. The description of the white man matched Jim Jarman. Larry left the house, didn't return. The next day, the police found the stolen car. Four men jumped out, escaped after being pulled over. So much shit going on. Jim Jarman was interviewed a second time and said he was nervous because he was on parole

and didn't want to get into trouble. A detective closed the case, ruled the death as an accidental overdose. So Ronnie Joe catching a lot of lucky breaks. October 2004, body of 21 year old Michael Barnett found in Terabon Parish. Before we talk about this tragedy, let's first talk a bit about the incomparable patty labelle We are ready, my moral. We're in the blue, she out there, one, subscribe. We're in the blue, she out there, one.

How can you not smile when you hear that song? For the past several years, this timeline, going forward and tell his eventual final rest. Ronnie Joe has been shown up in gay bars and You know the areas he's been killing, you know participating in the drag shows dressed as patty Lebel oftentimes and singing her hit songs like that one He is obsessed with her I bet he's saying this shit out of lady Marmalade Since it's you know partially in French Part of the chorus translates to do you want to sleep with me, maybe give it a bit more cage in popularity. Also, remember how, you know,

dressed up as patty made him happier than anything but he fucking sucked and impersonating her when I heard all that. Cause I'm a lunatic. I started to picture him torturing murder, you know, murder victims by forcing them once they were tied up to watch him dress up as patty LaBelle and Sing them some of her songs and then cuz my brain is I don't know probably damaged I pictured them begging Ronnie Joe to please just get back to raping them Or just to kill them and get it over with instead of having to fucking continuously listen to him just butcher Virgin's over song just like please please you don't have to do this You don't have to dress up in patta LaBelle and ruin her glorious song system,

but just show some mercy. Just shut the fuck up and just, I don't know, just rape me or just kill me or something. Just just, I don't know, just start talking about your vanilla wafer butthole again or anything but this. And then Ronnie Joe, you know, he's like, I'm gonna hurt you, so I know I'm gonna make love to you, you hos.

But channeling my soul says a mother, a Patta LaBelle. Oh, getcha, getcha, yada, dada, dada. Oh, getcha, getcha, yada, yada, here. ae hos. But channeling my soul says the mother ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae a Vulu susu sa abeswa moa Dude, I really do think I really is patty lebel for those moments of you having so that's the kind of shit I think about late at night I'm tired and bit loopy a serial killer torture victims by force them to watch him fucking sing patty lebel songs in a preposterous cage and gibberish accent Okay, after that short break back to the sad reality of all this now gibberish accent. Okay, after that short break, back to the sad reality of all this now. I hope you can't stop thinking about that either. A Michael's body was found in an unlock unit in a storage facility in Homa, less than a mile from where day trail woods was found. Wendy and Dirk Guity, owner of Gator Storage

in Homa, of course, it's called Gator Storage. And one of her employees reported a smell coming from the units. She saw a fluid coming out from one of the door. Most of her units were padlocked, but this one closed with a twist tie. She saw a fluid coming out from one of the door. Most of her units were padlocked, but this one closed with a twist tie. She saw that the fluid was blood and there was a naked body dead inside the unit. Homo police, terribond detectives responded to the scene. Please speak with every person who was a rent

in the unit there. None of them had noticed anything unusual recently. The body severely decomposed when law enforcement found it. No obvious signs of trauma. Michael's body was transported to and then kept in the morgue until he could be identified. Detective spoke with employee Rod Billings. Today before the body was found, he was sweeping out cobwebs from a unit, did not notice anything unusual. Next day, a man named Francis Barber went to home with PD to report his friend, Michael Barnett

missing. He last saw Michael on a Friday night, leaving Rooster Street. Michael said he was going to meet a girl at a fire station. Police showed him a sketch to the body. Barbara identified him as Michael Barnett, based on the tattoos. Firefighters at the station did not report seen Barnett. Michael's brother David and his friend, Jack Gillin, spoke with the police and said that they last saw Michael about four weeks prior. Down to an argument accused Michael of stealing power tools from Gillin's. They were worried because he was missing and thought his roommate Dorian Bates is involved.

So now there's another suspect that's nothing to do with this. At this point, Michael had still not been formally identified yet. David Barnett told the police that Michael was adopted by Chad and Patricia Barnett. David was the Barnett's biological son. Michael was born in Mississippi. Detectives got a warrant to search Michael's home. They hoped to get a fingerprint. Identify him.

Detectives also requested dental records from Mississippi. Eventually the corner was able to identify the body, you know, with accuracy as Michael Barnett, but the corner could not list an official cause of death due to decomposition. So again, so much confusion, so much with most of his victims, poverty, transitory lifestyles, you know, not the best friends, not the best associates, making

a hard to really nail down who they were last seen with, which made it very hard to catch Ronnie Joe. And because they were seen with people in the weeks prior to the death with criminal records, sometimes violent criminal records, it really made a long list of suspects for all these crimes. Almost none of these victims, so far leading super stable lives. Working nine to five jobs, keeping regular social schedules, hanging out with families, small group of friends, keeping the same routine.

That would have made it so much easier for police if they had easier to look for the one person that seems like out of place in their social scene. Easier to find witnesses who saw them with, you know, someone new. Hard though, when they're keeping odd or regular schedules hanging out with new people all the time hanging out with some shady people hard to even determine uh you know who a lot of these victims are sadly because no one is reporting them as missing uh Michael was Ronnie Joe's first white victim he had a previous drug use and according to one source did not lead a steady life Ronnie Joe spoke about Barnett's murder and

his confession after his arrest would say I came out of the store, he approached me, said he didn't make some money. He said, just like the rest of them, that if I didn't pay him the money, he was going to go to the police and they would put me in jail. I guess the way he's saying that is kind of weird, but I'm imagining he is saying that like after they have sex, he now says, he's going to go to the police. And it's like, well, yeah, fuck, that's how business works. That seemed to continually perplex him, the people who came to his place or interact with him for the promise of money to have sex with them, then wanted that money afterwards.

Dom Fucker on a Joe now said, I panic, I choked him with an extension court, tell you, stop, like, didn't notice he was moving. I just put him in my truck. I was going to get rid of him. I went to a mini storage, It's behind the pizza place by the air base And there was no gate. I just drove to the back open the door put him in. I don't know I just dragged him by his wrist and just put him in I closed the door got in my truck. I went to ride. I don't remember I threw his clothes somewhere. I don't remember. I just threw it out the window What a criminal mastermind Just haphazardly tossing another body somewhere after an impulsive kill and then just

toss and fucking close out the window. He drives off. It's ridiculous. He got away with what he did for so long. February 20th, 2005. Now the body of 22 year old Leon Lorette found on the Homa airbase in Terabon, Paris. This is that guy that talked to investigators previously about another murder victim. The Homa Shrine Center was located in front of the air base, a small airport in Homa.

There was a grassy field behind the Shrine Center. And on February 19th, Ronnie dumped Leon's body in that field. On February 20th, Steve and Vincent Pym went to the air base to ride dirt bikes with their friend Donald Clinton. Clinton, Clinton didn't suck clothing in the grass, realized it was a body. The man was wearing jeans and socks, was missing his shoes and shirt, his wrist back, were blue, flies, were swarming the body, detective Simon Freeman. And actually, I'd never noticed that.

Simon Freeman. All right. Detective Simon Freeman. Of Home of PD, a hood responded to multiple crime scenes by this point, recognized the victim as Leon Lorette, a friend of a of a noca Jones right who had been arrested in the past Another African-American victim Leon had small wounds on his chest and marks on his neck There was a small amount of blood in his body and his nostrils and autopsy found hemorrhaging in both Leon's eyes

The doctor determined Leon was drunk when he died and it wouldn't have taken much force to kill him He was strangled in the same way as the other victims Friman drove to Leon's house, spoke to his mom. Friman saw a small blood stain on recliner, blood in the living room, the blood was swapped for comparison. Leon's friend, Mark Donaldson, saw him about six days earlier at Le Verne's bar

by a mobile station. He was drinking at the bar and Leon tried to enter with the beer, but was refused to entry. He left the beer outside, entered the bar, Mark bought Leon a beer, he bought him a bar and they went

to business. No, they drank together. Leon left, nobody had seen him since Joey Gazzle was the last known person to speak to Leon. He and Mark Donaldson stayed in his house at, for the night. They left in the morning for work with Mark's brother Darryl, came home around 5.30 p.m. He and Mark went to Leverand's bar. He left to get something to eat. When he got home around 9 p.m. Leon called up called excuse me and asked to speak to his mom He said he was drunk high and didn't know where he was and then the phone went dead Leon's mom hadn't heard from him in three days and called the police Guaz are remembered that Mark Donaldson and Dorothy Leon's mom got into an argument

Mark made a comment that the police might find Leon dead The clerk at the mobile gas station told the police to speak to Diedra Porter. Porter said she saw Leon during the day, February 14th to 15th, talking to a white man in his 20s with a bright purple car, Detective Freeman, Simon Freeman, heard that a man and a woman were being interviewed about another case. They once lived with the sugar bowl motel, a place known for sex work. The woman identified herself as Marie Mabel. She said she didn't know Leon, but saw him at the motel last week about four days before his body was found, saw him in a white suburban with a white man. Then I was wearing a white t-shirt with white underwear,

baggy blue jeans, red cap on sideways. The white t-shirt was missing from Leon's body when he was found the rest was there. The suburban pulled up next to Leverand's bar near Motel, Leon got out of the truck, the white man driving the suburban was urging him to hurry up White men were red cap had a busted lip and walked with a limp and it was Ronnie fucking Joe But police just couldn't get a good enough description for anyone to track him down March 3rd an officer from Caribond Parish Sheriff's office contacted Detective Freeman Detective Simon Freeman The sister investigator saw someone at the airbase on February 19th who appeared to be extremely nervous That person was driving a maroon car parked near a tree by the home of Shriner's building.

The driver was a white man, spoke to cigarettes, staring at traffic passing by, wearing a white t-shirt, blue jeans, had a normal haircut. Too many fucking people these guys are hanging out with, right? Because the sex worker makes it again, so difficult. Which one of the, who are these people? Which one might be the killer? April 2005, several Louisiana law enforcement agencies come together with help from the FBI to try and identify this serial killer that they just, you know, are not getting any

leads on. The two edge of the task force are Don Bergeron, Terramon Parish, and Dennis Thornton from Jefferson Parish. Bergeron and Thornton, plus other task force members, will work unpaid overtime for months in their efforts to catch Ronnie Joe before this is all over. April 9, 2005, the body of 32-year-old August Terrell Watkins founded a ditch in LaFouche Parish. He had been, and this is, uh, this is really fucking brutal.

This guy had been tragically patty-lebed to death. Based on his facial expression, the time of his death and the horrid state of his eardrums combined with the condition of his heart. The corner was able to positively determine that he had listened to a bad rendition of either Lady Marmalade or more likely patty labelle's time was to et with Michael mother fuck a mcdonald on my own one to many times. And his heart gave out after his eardrums melted. The corner based on how blood of the victim's eyes were theorized that the killer wore a mask that was half

patty-lebel, half-micomic Donald. And we turned back and forth, terribly singing each person's part of the duet until the victim was dead the victim tried to scratch out their own fucking eyes. So they hadn't, wouldn't have to witness this blasphemy anymore. And it times. I said it once forever. I said I love it always be true. Something in my heart always knew. I'm not a reviewer, I don't want you to rip me back. I just want to lie, I just want to lie here on my own. I'm a home, what with you?

I'm always you as well. Sometimes I just do what I was working on keyboards. I'm my own. Something that promises, now I'm my $1,000 if you see my face, never should be sporkin'. I can be patting the bell, poor I can be my $1,000.

Now I know what love you cause. Or I could be Michael McDonald. Now I know what a level you cost. Now we're talking, now we're talking devils. But I was just crazy, I was just crazy talkers. We won't even mail it. We won't even never even mail it. I just, this whole time I was always, I was always, I was all my own. What was, what's again now? What's again now?

Sellevulusella, alas wa, c'est soi. One more time by myself. You are fucking welcome, God. That was great wasn't it? For the six people still listening. Again, I know that was fucked, that was ridiculous. In reality, back to sad reality once more. Ha ha ha. Again, I know, that was fucked, that was ridiculous. In reality, back to sound reality once more. August Watkins, that is quite a picture though.

Before we get back to sound reality, can you just picture it? That's like, now I'm thinking of that Buffalo Bill seeing the sounds of the lambs, but replace, you know, the song he was doing with Prattie LaBelle and Michael and Dotley. Like, if you had like makeup, mask, to be like, black woman on one side of his face,

white man on the other, and just going back and forth while someone's tied up. It's pretty absurd. On reality, August Watkins found fully clothes in a wooded area near the Lafouche Work Release Center, a driver saw him called the Sheriff's Office and initially listed as a John Doe. Lieutenant Todd Charlotte responded to a call

about a man's body found in the gravel road of Highway 90, August was lying face down in the ditch Landry Watkins August's brother spoke to buy you blue documentary filmmakers about his brother's death So the last time they spoke they were cutting hedges together Landry asked me if it was a if he was okay if he needed money August that he was doing all right They were told him if you ever need anything you stop by his house Which he would have on April 11th Detective Freeman Simon Freeman Received a bolo be on the lookout about August Watkins House, which he would have on April 11th Detective Freeman, Simon Freeman, received a

bowel, be on the lookout about August Watkins. Figured this victim was also murdered by the homicidial killer, some people are starting to call the Bayou Strangler. Autopsie took place the same day, corner ruled the men or deaths, strangulation. August Watkins identified later that day by his fingerprints. The Lafouche parrots his sheriff's office located his next to kin an aunt named Pearl Dixon, Pearl Nixon, excuse me, Detective Freeman, Detective Thai Hutchins drove to August's last known address. A woman named Sandra Hooton entered the door, said that August was her neighbor, but was evicted a few months ago. After interviewing a ton of family

family members and acquaintances, law enforcement finds out that August had been hanging out with a short heavy set white man showed before he disappeared. But it was not Ronnie Joe. Fucker slips away again. Still not even on law enforcement's radar. April 28th, 2005, the body of 23 year old Kurt Cunningham found in the fushes pair. Kurt was killed as the state was in the process of reorganizing the serial killer task force. Kurt was another white victim who lived in Tibado. Last seen April 8th. Kurt found in a ditch off Highway 307 in Kramer.

Some of his clothing was missing. The corner would conclusively determine, excuse me, the corner, the corner my God, could not conclusively determine his cause of death. Also couldn't rule out his fixation. There we go, those are the words I was looking for. July 2nd, 2005, the body of 28 year old Alonzo Hogan found in St. Charles Parish. Alonzo found in the cane field in St. Charles Parish off highway 306. Found his clothing on. He been strangled and raped.

August 16, 2005, body of 17 year old Wayne Smith found by a worker off Grand Caillou Road in Terramon, Parish. Men or deaths death undetermined strangulation or suffocation could not be excluded. He is Ronnie Joe's 20th victim and police still not any closer to catching Ronnie Joe rotten egg shell but hole Dominique than they were after the first guy killed. And then hurricane Katrina hits the very next week and the task force members are pulled into relief and recovery efforts. Meanwhile Ronnie Joe keeps killing next month in September of 2005, the body of 40-year-old Chris DeVille found an assumption

parish, found fully clothed dumped in ditch off Highway one. On November 9, 2005, the body of 21-year-old Nicholas Pelagrin found south of Tibido in Lafouche, Parish, victim number 22. 41-year-old Ronnie Joe has been at this for almost a decade now. Still not on the task forces radar. November 50, 2005 Nick Pelligrand was working on his friend's house when a meter reader showed up. Old Ronald stale crumbly pumpkin bread but hold Dominique. Ronnie Joe asked Nick, Hey, how about a come back later after work? We go have some fun. Nick agreed, asked him to come back when he was done working.

That night Ronnie Joe stopped at a pay phone called Nick to let him know he was on the way, later drove Nick back to his trailer on a citrus property. And then Nick was reported missing on November 7th. November 9th, he was found by a person driving a four year four wheeler in a wooded area in Lafouche Parish, was found fully clothed unlike some other victims.

Had Ligature marks, actually fully clothed unlike any of the other victims. I don't think any of those were fully clothed. He had Ligature marks actually fully clothed unlike any of the other victims. I don't think any of those were fully clothed. He had Ligature Marx on his wrist, Nick also had a head laceration and had been raped. Men or deaths was ruled homicide due to strangulation. Task Force had Don Bergeron notes later that this was the only case where there had been prior contact with the victim, but it still doesn't crack the case. Later that month of the task force does finally receive a tip that will later help finally end their investigation. The task force

receives words that the killer may indeed be the godmother of soul, fucking patty LaBelle. Someone looking exactly like patty LaBelle, except for their white bald male bearded BDI and sexier repulsive has been seen with all the victims shortly before they went missing. No, but they do receive a helpful tip though. Officer Bill Noel received a report from the family member of one of his parolees, Ricky Wallace. Ricky's mom called Noel and said Ricky was having nightmares about being tied up and that she thought he was involved with the homicidal killer, the Bayou Strangler. Ricky Wallace spoke on the Bayou Blue documentary about his experience with Ronald Dominique.

He said he was walking down the street by a dog park. And he saw a car pass by two to three times. And then again, passes by. On the third or fourth time, this man stops, shows him a picture of a woman, tells him he can make money by having sex with this woman. Doing this, doing that, he says, Ricky believes him, gets in the truck, they head to buy you blue.

He describes the driver as a heavy set white man. When you get to the guy's trailer, the man tells Ricky to get undressed, wrap up in a towel, lay in a stomach, and that he will then tie him up. Ricky is now concerned because there's no woman hanging around. The man tries to keep talking to him into it. Ricky says he told him, you can talk a hole in your head. I ain't getting tied up. I love that phrase, actually. You can talk a hole in your head. They now get into an argument, you know, inside the trailer trailer over Ricky refusing to be tied up He says he has to use force to get the man out of his way to get out of the trailer

Demands to be brought back to where the guy picked him up He sends the man had a super weak fragile crate paper but hole and he poked it drop that guy to his niece No, he's talking to get him right. He said that the man drove Ricky back to where he picked him up and that while he was driving, he kept running his hand over the side of the door panel. Like he might be grabbing for something. Ricky said if he did that again, he was going to hit him with the bottle. The guy calms down. And then Ricky feels safe. He gets driven to the drop off location and gets out of the car. And then never sees that guy again. Never mentioned the incident to anyone, but then he knows that there was a serial killer in Homa

but doesn't connect that to this guy for a little while. By the time he realizes he has survived an encounter with the serial killer, he thinks it's too late to do any help, but then he hears that someone he knows has been murdered and decides to come forward. Officer Noel picks Ricky up, gets him to agree to make a statement on the way to the police department to make this statement. Noel asks Ricky if he could show him where this guy lived

Ricky says yes and directs them to buy you blue This tip will lead to Ronnie Joe ended up on the suspect list, right? Because he takes him to his sister's house and they learn about his previous arrests and now he becomes a primary suspect But they still don't have enough evidence to arrest him primary suspect, but they still don't have enough evidence to arrest him. Investigators do put Ronnie Joe under surveillance for the next two months. The task force doesn't have the funds for extended 24 seven surveillance. So detectives do it on their own fucking time. Hale that fucking task force. So commendable, volunteering their free time after already working a ton of overtime hours. I'm sure on this case to protect their community.

All right, got to praise men and women in blue with a excel at their very important jobs meet sex or they're going to find other jobs and we're going to be fucked. January 12, 2006 detectives decide to approach Ronnie Joe for an interview. He greased the answer questions, rise them to the police station. Ronnie doesn't remember Ricky Wallace's name, but does remember what happened. He says he didn't do anything wrong. And that his earlier arrest was also unfair because that victim, that victim tried to rape him. When asked for his DNA, he said, what's all this about? But then does agree to hand over a DNA sample. He will

only hands over saliva swab, which will later be matched to two victims. Unfortunately, due to an underfunded crime lab and dealing with the hurricane Katrina recovery efforts still, it takes a while to get those results back. And during that time Ronnie Joe kills again. October 16, 2006, the body of 27-year-old Christopher Sutterfield found an Iberville parish, victim 23. Christopher lived in Tibedo. He went missing on October 15, 2006, after visiting some friends in Homa. He was found shortly after his death off of Highway 69 in Iberville, Paris had a ligature marks on his body and had been raped.

Corner took swabs from Christopher's rectum, his cause of death is fixation by strangulation. Christopher found just 11 days before DNA from the Oliver Labang's manual read cases will be matched to Ronnie Joe. Damn it. The task force got a myto, my toe, my god. My to Condrial DNA match to the semen. I just straight to pronounce that correctly for some reason. My to Condriel DNA match to the semen found in Oliver LeBank's rectum.

Author Fred Rosen wrote usually taken from a suspect's hair. My to my to Condriel DNA can only I just fucking why do I have to sit with proper posture to say that work can only narrow the suspect down genetically to a given family. The results are therefore impeachable and court by good defense attorney. What was needed for an airtight conviction at trial was a match of nuclear DNA. Nuclear DNA includes much more of the individuals, genome or genetic makeup, a direct match. After getting the mitochondrial DNA match from the Oliver LeBanks case, they decided to surveil Dominique from the church

parking lot across from the sister's house. A second DNA match, then comes from Seaman found in Angel, Mejia's rectum. But this was also mitochondrial DNA. The task force was extremely frustrated because a new Ronnie Joe was the fucking killer. And they knew he had killed under surveillance But they just still didn't have that airtight evidence. They wanted

Dennis Thornton the Jefferson Parish task force had now asked for two warrants Though for the arrests of the for the murders of Oliver LeBanks and Manuel Reed A manual read why I can't say his name right either around this time Ronnie Joe's sister Lani kicks him out Because of how sick she is of hearing about how fragile this fucking butthole is. She is so tired of her brother asking her to gently apply a neosporn and aloe vera to his butthole all the time to massage it on there.

She felt that that was inappropriate. She'd also gotten sick of him always complaining about how you can't rape anyone anymore without worrying about them raping you back. No. She would think of the constant surveillance where Ronnie Joe was under and he moved out and into a local homeless shelter now. Wouldn't say they're long. Few weeks later, Ronnie Joe is arrested December 1, 2006. Members of the task force located

him at the bunkhouse, homeless shelter in Homa, Ronnie sister Laina, Laney, excuse me, direct a thwart in Burjeron to the homeless shelter to make that arrest. And initially, he is charged with two of 23 suspected murders, right? They still don't have that airtight evidence they want. They just have the the mitochondrial DNA on Manuel, Jesus Christ, read and all over the banks. That even though he really makes this an easy kind of, you know, sealed airtight case for them when he starts talking for hours and

just confesses to 23 murders and rapes. And when they first arrested, you know, they had, they had no clue how he picked up his victims. They had theories, but they weren't positive, you know, that he was the serial killer they were looking for. And then this interrogation goes on and holy shit, does he give them everything and more that they wanted to capture this captain Dennis Thornton and Captain Don Bergeron interview this genius. They start by discussing the murders in New Orleans and Jefferson Parish. Ron he starts talking, holy shit does he start talking, fast as confession,

I can recall every hearing the serial killer make. They only were trying to leak him to, you know, positively to two murders when they bring him in. He does not ask to have an attorney present, doesn't try and evade any questions immediately starts confessing to all sorts of other murders. They didn't even have him pegged his committing during the, you know, first interrogation. He even starts confessing to the murders of men whose deaths had not been ruled as homicides. People they didn't think were even murdered. Despite all this confessing, I think Ronnie actually believed he was going to get away with everything and still be let go. He thought they were going to buy his stories about how he had to kill these guys.

Ronnie Joe tells these detectives that he had to kill these men to protect himself, huh? Because he was convinced that they were going to rape him. Do you have any idea how fragile his tiny butthole is? It's like a poop net made out of fucking baby hair. His life is so, he just dies so easily. So, you know, he reacts and acts on, he kills these guys. The following is a quote from his interview about victim,

manual, I don't know why, manual or man well, man well, it's gotta be man well, man well read, victim number seven. He says, we were supposed to give each other head and he told me I could put my thing in him. This is a direct quote. And I was going to pay him and he was just going to go. He just needed a little money, get some food. Ronnie Joe said he was in lane on his stomach in the back seat, the victim on top of him. And he says, he grabbed me by my lower shoulder and by my back. And he shoved it in. I panicked. And I turned my body and grabbed the

tire tool and hit him and fell. He started comingicked and I turned my body and grabbed the tire tool and hit him and fell. He started coming to and started pulling. So I grabbed the rope because I was scared. I started choking him and the next thing I knew is hand fell to the side. I noticed he wasn't breathing. I got out and I got in the front. I went to drive somewhere where it was dark so I could get rid of him and go home. I drove somewhere where they had an overpass and it was dark. I just grabbed him by his arms and pulled him out. It was dark. I just hurry up. And when I start seeing light, I turn my headlights on.

I just went home. He panicked you guys. He just wanted this guy to rub his wieners gently around the surface of his poop suit, probably with some gold bond healing lotion. And then that predator jammed it in and nearly tore Ronnie Joe in half. Ronnie, you're set up all over the banks, Victor number four. I met him in New Orleans and he wanted to fool around. He said, all the way to approach him,

asked if we wanted to fool around then he said, we went to my vehicle because I had not much money. Another exact quote, he parked by Jack's brewery in a parking lot. He asked for 20 bucks. And then he said, and we went where my car was parked and we got to the back seat and we pull our clothes down to our knees and we start fooling around and we gave each other head. And then he laid on his stomach and I put it in him. And then after he got on top of me, pulled a knife out, told me I better give him all my money and he was going to fuck me or he was going to kill me. Man, what is with these guys so determined to skewer Ronnie Joe's super tight bubble gum butthole blanket. The world is just full of dicks waiting

to be rammed into Ronnie Joe apparently. Ronnie said he was scared, I reached out and grabbed something, I hit him. I got so scared, I started choking him and I realized he wasn't breathing no more. I jumped out of my car and got on the driver's seat and went and dropped him off. Like I said, it's like dropped him off. Like he's just a passenger. Not a murder victim. Just like some guys who's annoying him. I dropped him off.

I just had to get rid of him. Ron and Joe said his confession that he often walked the street from 10 p.m. to 2 a.m. He claimed he offered victims $200 to $300 using for sex. Uh-huh. If he felt like they were heterosexual, he showed them a picture of his quote wife. It was really his niece and said she was waiting to have sex with him with them. I wanted to explain that he would have roughly five minute conversation with his victims during which time he would determine if they were gay or straight.

If he's not they're gay, he would ask them to have sex with him. If he's not they're straight, he would present that woman's picture or offer to a smoke weed together. His first date ended December 1, 2006, 7.19 PM. And just a couple hours, he confessed to all 23 murders. Again, many of which were not on detectives radar. The Bayou Stranger, the, the home of serial killer had been caught and will never be free again. After making a statement, Ronnie, I found this interesting, requested that the detectives call

his sister and tell her what happened. He said he didn't want to make the call himself. He said he didn't mean to hurt his God child or his sister. He explained that when he got out of jail previously, he just wasn't the same person. He was fucking patty-le-bell. Man, it pissed him off, that the world didn't recognize that. Get to ya, da, da, da, da, da, da,

get to ya, da, da, choco, mochumalata. I don't know, maybe he said something like that. No, he said his mom should have noticed that he needed help, but instead he was bullied. And I kind of feel bad for him here, but also fucking get your own help, buddy. Right? Why are you blaming your mom? December 2nd, 2006, the day after his confession, Ronnie took the task force to all 23

body dump sites as part of a quickly arranged plea deal that he was hoping to get. That evening, they sat down together, sat down again together to clear up some details about his life and crimes. Ronnie Joe told him he was molested twice when he was younger, bullied by his family and friends, claimed he was also falsely accused of raping the first two victims and then got beat up and raped and jail. He said, I proved I was innocent and I got out. I was angry. Well, he didn't prove you're innocent. You got the person they couldn't find them to testify against you. He said, I did something to some of the guys and then I got raped by a guy and I protected myself and I killed him. And then another one tried to rape me and stab me and I killed him.

I took all the anger out of the rest of the guys and I shouldn't took it out of them. I know I took them from their family and hurt their family. So I guess at least he takes some kind of responsibility here. He explained that he started killing people when he left jail because I was angry because I didn't do it. And I was putting jail and treated bad and was beaten. And now he quickly goes from saying he was just to find himself from these guys to owning up to a lot of it, which is rare with serial killers.

And his first statements, Ronnie Joe said that most of the victims wanted to have sex and he killed them because he feared they were gonna hurt Rob or go to the police but then a few days later, he says, no, he was luring murder victims to his trailer. He said, some of them I picked up saying that, you know, she wanted a picture of a girl. Also, I said that they get to fool around with the girl. And the girl got hurt. They said to, you know,

they had to be tied up before she came over, but it wasn't true. He said, he used a picture of a woman because it was the easiest way to lure them in. He said that it didn't matter to him if there's victims for gay or straight. took uh... it out and they had no reason they'd say they wasn't like that and i'd still do it i'd rape him he confirmed that all his victims were raped he said uh... they either thought they was gonna have sex with a woman and money or me money and the detective detective thornass uh... what would have happened had we not brought you in. And Ronnie said, get you get you. Yeah, da, da, da, da. Get you get you. Yeah, yeah, here. Mocha chocolate. Yeah, yeah, create it.

I'm alone. No, no, you said, I don't know. I was trying to stop. I didn't mean to do any of this. Thorne continued. Do you think it would have continued? And Ronnie said, maybe so, it just hurts. I'm sorry, I can't get out of my mind. What went on? A statement ended December 3rd, 2006, 253 AM. Comes across here like he wanted it all to stop, like he felt bad about what he was doing. I don't think that was true though,

based on some other shitty set. I think he was a people-pleaser in certain situations. One of the investigators, I think he was a good dude, despite what he had done with a lot of his statements. I think he revealed his true nature and another statement. Dennis Dorton told Mark of a serial killer documentary team. I can remember him telling me, I can remember time when it's three o'clock in the morning

and I'm right and I'm in, sorry, these fucking quotes. And I'm in, I guess, velvite lane, it's supposed to be. And I'm in, I guess, Vel Wright, like it's supposed to be. And I'm in the right lane. Stopped at a stoplight and I look over and there's a police cruiser and the policeman's looking at me and I'm looking at him and I got somebody rolled up in a carpet right here and you know what I'm feeling like, Dennis?

I feel like God. So there we go. He liked the power, right? Pretty common. The guy who'd been bullied, the guy who almost no one liked, the guy who couldn't get a boyfriend, who didn't have much going on. Frankly, in any aspect of his life, he liked the power he had of tying someone up, someone he could do anything

he wanted to. Someone whose life was in his hands, he could, he could fuck him, he could kill him, he could do whatever he wanted. That's why I kept doing it. Monday, December 4, 2006, law enforcement, hold the press conference to announce that Ronald Dominique has confessed to 23 murders. Jeff Bernanasi, special agent and charge, the New Orleans FBI, said this was the most significant serial killer case in the country in terms of the number of victims and the length of time he was at it. Terry von Sheriff, Jerry Larpender, said sex is the motive, sex is behind all the killings. Psychologists have said more like power than sex, but yeah, okay, yeah, sex and power.

Ronald Dominique was charged with nine more murders later that day. In addition to the two, he'd been brought in on bringing the total at that time to 11, 10 first three murders, one second of your murder would have been charged with the others, but they were trying to confine the murders. You know, they were going to try him with to one parish to keep court cost down. Ronnie Jill walked into the courthouse assisted by two officers and leaning on a cane now. He had a heart attack a few days after a few days before his arrest. Excuse me.

According to the sheriff, he had minor heart problems, already had a doctor's appointment scheduled. Sheriff pointed out that just a few months ago, he was able to care around bodies, a grown man he had killed, even though now he appeared weak and in poor health. Sheriff Flarpernter added he stated how when and where they were killed, his M.O. matched every victim out there. The description that he gave, he wasn't a police officer, he puts himself where he dumped it dumpsites. So we know for a fact from his confession that it was adequate, accurate, and direct. According to Sheriff Larpender, once detectives started the interrogation,

Ronnie Joe eagerly confessed. He said, we've been talking to him just a short period of time and he just started giving it all up. I don't know what prompted Maybe he just wanted to clear his conscience Larper added he thought his thoughts. Excuse me added his thoughts on a possible motive saying He's nothing on the street. Oh nobody, but here he had power Once he got those ropes on them, they were his Yeah Ronald agreed Or should be appeared in the courtroom via video call in December 5th for his bond hearing judge George Lark set the bond in a million dollars per victim.

So not gonna make a share of Jerry Larpenter said that the paperwork for the ninth case would be most likely filed December 6 2006. A DA mark roads meets with the DA's of other parishes and informs them that they can definitely prove eight homicides have occurred in terribon parish. and informs them that they can definitely prove eight homicides have occurred in terribon parish. Do they really need to do anything else, right? They didn't want multiple cases happen the same time because defense attorneys would have filed motions to delay proceedings or exclude evidence. There was no reason needed to go forward with the other prosecutions of terribon could prosecute and convict them.

Other jurisdiction to greed. So now they're just going to go with eight. D.A. Mark Rhodes makes three promises to the families of victims. He says that Dominique will be convicted. He will get the death penalty and in 12 to 14 years, he will be executed. Well, not all of that will happen.

January 16th, 2007, Ron and Joe now pleads not guilty to nine counts of murder. He is suddenly worried about being executed. He hadn't initially gotten the deal he wanted for quickly confessing to all the murders. But then on September 23rd, 2008, 44-year-old Ronnie Joe pleads guilty to eight counts of first-degree murder. Now he does have the plea agreement he wants. He charged with murdering victims Kenneth Randolph, Michael Barnett, Leon Lorette, August Watkins, Kurt Cunningham, Alonzo Hogan,

Chris Deville, Wayne Smith, and Nicholas Pelagrin. Those are the eight victims from Tehran von Parish. You please, Kilti, he is gonna get life in prison with no possibility of parole, and now the state will avoid a trial that will cost millions and millions of dollars. And actually, he gets eight life sentences, so he'll never have a whiff at parole.

Ronald's attorney, Richard Gurley, that dick we mentioned earlier told the press any pursuit of charges would be a waste of tax per his money because he's already serving a life sentence. Ronjo sister Laney spoke with the families after the hearing and apologized for his brother's monstrous deeds. Uh, D.A. Mark Road said in the bio blue documentary that because Ronjo feared jail so much, so worried

about that fragile as a fucking wall made out of cotton balls but whole of his that he got the worst punishment possible, worse than being executed. And most of the victims families agreed. Today, Ronnie Joe, Ronald Joseph Dominique, 58 years old, incarcerated Louisiana State Penitentiary in Angola, largest maximum security facility in the US, roughly 6,300 dudes incarcerated there. So many dicks, so many opportunities to rip through Ronnie Joe's peanut brittle but hole like a fucking football team ripping through the banner to take the field. Ronnie Joe is still alive, but I have to imagine his butthole died many years ago. RIP, RJBH, RIP. Let's get out of here.

RJPH RIP. Let's get out of here. Good job, soldier. You've made it back. Barely. Okay, before I recap all this insanity, another quick sponsor. So these times, so it is brought to you by Ronnie Joe's Bayou Cajun Keyboard Repair. Hey there, I said some atoms. You have the problems out here on the bayou? Well, I get them fixed for you. Yes sirs. I will figure out what the problems with your Keyboards are.

So the whole computer will work right. If I can fix it, I won't charge you. I ain't gonna rape you on price. But if I will, I'll rape you. I'll show hope you don't certainly rape you back. I got a boat home made out of frog eggs and get it out of this. So let me face your kibos, yes sir. I'll give you the best prize on the buy you, but make sure you don't rape me.

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Well, we won't rape you. But if we do, please don't rape us back. To find Ronnie Joe's buy you Cajun keyboard repair, please call his sister, Laney. Ronnie Joe does not currently have a phone number or a fixed address, but Laney should know where he resides. God, what a fun, definitely real sponsor. That was cool. Ronnie Joe, seriously, Ronnie, Ronald Joseph Dominique, living proof that you do not have

to be a criminal mastermind, to be a prolific serial killer. Dude never buried any of the bodies, did not take really many precautions, and the majority of his crimes did not leave DNA evidence at crime scenes, didn't seem to care what witnesses, you know, that witnesses saw him with many of his victims at bars or out on the streets. A lot of his victims may have noticed this. We're found missing one or both their shoes.

At first the task force that was assigned to catch the Bayou Strangler thought that was their serial killer, you know, taking trophies. The shoes were his trophies, intentional, right? Part of how he relived his kills. Nope, he did not take trophies, actually. Investigators realized after they caught him that he was just too fucking lazy

to finish dressing the bodies of the men he'd killed before dragging him into a ditch or a toss him into an open storage unit, et cetera. In some cases, he would actually start to dress them, maybe get like one shoe back on, and then just kind of be like, ah, fuck it, et cetera. In some cases, he would actually start to dress them, maybe get like one shoe back on, and then just kind of be like, ah, fuck it, good enough. Ronnie Joe might be the dumbest sloppy as prolific serial killer we have ever covered.

Maybe, Carl Denke, not a genius, but maybe smarter than Carl Denke, maybe not. I remind you of the Genesee River Killer Arthur Shawcross in some ways, actually. But even Shawcross, Dumbass, he was, and a scary frankly, uh, still able to find people willing to, uh, be his friends, to marry him. This guy though, never could maintain a steady relationship. No friends.

Maybe that helped him continue, uh, to get away with what he did for as long as he did actually. I mean, if you think about it, that would give you quite the advantage, you know, no one's really keeping tabs on him. Not like they would if he had, uh, you know, a much wider social circle. If he had a social circle, no one really noticed when his social patterns changed. True crime expert and professor of forensic psychology, Catherine Ramzland wrote in her article, Ronald J. Dominique, Justin Ordinary Joe, while media sources profess a parent's

surprise, the latest serial killer to hit the headlines seems an unlikely candidate In fact, the alleged murderer of 23 males in Louisiana is actually fairly typical for several reasons He blended in he deflected attention with the deceptive persona and he selected victims who might not be missed that last part That I think is the main reason he was able to kill for so long. Had he abducted fathers, husbands from their homes, teen boys from well to do suburban families, no way that dude got away with what he did for as long as he did. Instead Ronnie Joe selected victims from vulnerable groups. Probably the only people he had access to because he was a part of these vulnerable groups in so many ways. He picked victims that wouldn't be missed or wouldn't be reported on as much as other types of victims.

Most of the victims were experiencing hardships. Some of them had problems with drug abuse, criminal records. If you were homeless, interesting that at different points, he was homeless. He had a criminal record. I don't know if he had drug abuse issues, but definitely lived a very similar lifestyle.

He lived a lifestyle more of a serial killer victim than of a serial killer, which I do think is unusual. Because of all this, while Aerie Detectives did think there was an active serial killer in South and West Louisiana by 1998, they thought that they still couldn't catch him until 2006. From 2002, or I'm sorry, from 2002, also the killer suddenly stopped. Ronnie Joe never said why that through you know the people looking for a

serial killer off a little bit then he reappeared primarily in homal Louisiana in April of 2005 a task force you know solid dedicated task force formed a catch the serial killer dedicated law enforcement officers were unpaid overtime for months to surveil Dominique. Once they thought he was the guy, unfortunately, still couldn't save his final victims. Finally after DNA matched from two cases, matched enough, Ronnie Joe was arrested. And then after years of, you know, build up towards apprehending the Bayou Strangler, this hard case to crack suddenly got very easy with no prodding. Basically, this killer who actually wasn't much of a fighter or a confrontational person

in most situations confessed to way more than what investigators expected, all within a few hours. Although he confessed to 23 murders, Ronnie Joe only charged convicted of eight in order to save loads of court costs. And now he will certainly spend the rest of his life in Louisiana prison, where as I said earlier, his incredibly weak and wispy butthole has already very likely been put to death. And that's great. Now let's head to today's top five takeaways. Time suck, top five takeaways. Number one, from 2002 to 2005,

Ronald Joseph Dominique had two main locations where he killed his victims. He killed men in his camper in a remote shipyard. Camper sometimes describes the trailer, or in his primary residence, just yards away from his sister's house. Also sometimes describes, campers sometimes describes the trailer. Somehow his sister and her family never noticed anything was a mess, probably because it didn't spend much time with Ronnie Joe. And Ronnie Joe was able to remove the bodies from, you know, his trailers and lazily dumped

them in other locations. Number two, two of Ronnie Joe's jobs helped him scout out remote locations to dump bodies. He worked as a meter reader and a pizza delivery driver drove all around home, Louisiana's back roads and buy used. So I guess he wasn't the lazy isd. He often dumped victims and buy used or sugar cane fields. And then they weren't discovered until he was long gone. Number three, Ronald Dominique tended to target thin black men who were walking alone down the street or at a bar. Pull up his side of his vehicle or approach them in persons, strike up

a conversation. According to Ron and Joe, he could tell within a few minutes, demand was gay or straight. If the man was gay, he'd ask them to come back to his trailer for sex, pay them for sex, warn them he would need to tie them up. If he thought they were straight, he would show them a picture of an attractive woman. He said with his wife, actually his niece, the fuck did she think of all that after he was caught?

And he would say that she wanted to have sex with a guy like you, but was scared and needed the guy to be tied up first guy like you, but was scared and needed, you know, the guy to be tied up first. Once his victims were tied up and vulnerable, he would rape them, strangled them before they could rape him back. And then he would dump their bodies in different locations across Southern Louisiana. Number four, Ronnie Joe was very consistent.

And how he killed victims, almost all of them tied up, then raped, then strangled. Few bludgeoned, one was drowned drowned and they were casually dumped somewhere never buried. Number five, new info. Ronnie Jr. not raised by his biological father. Some genetic sleuths recently were able to figure out that Ronald Joseph Dominique, his last name should actually be Sejak. He is the biological son of Will a fortune host, Pat Sejak. One of Pat's many, many illegitimate children. Not sure if you've seen that pop

up on your newsfeed recently, but the 75 year old long time game show host, beloved by America has 33 illegitimate children and counting as I record this. The only other one of note country music star and the voice coach Blake Shelton. All the songs on Blake's 2016 album, If I'm Honest, are in one way or another written about his father, Pat SayJack. The two despite Blake's many apparent attempts to reach out and connect have never spoken. Pat has just not gotten back to this one

of his many, many, many illegitimate children. And that is it for today's top five takeaways. Time suck, top five takeaways. Please at least one person believe number five. Just anyone. That was complete nonsense. I didn't have any new info about Ronnie Joe that was interesting.

I already threw it all out in the episode. So I lied about Patate's A.J. I just hope at least one listener turned that episode off after that and is lost in their head right now wondering who the fuck say Jack's other illegitimate kids are. Maybe they're streaming that Shelton album trying to figure out how the lyrics relate to say Jack. Uh I hope that was fun for you in a dark terrible way. It was uh, it shouldn't have been fun for me in moments it was though just to make fun of the bio strangler Circular Ronald Dominique he has been sucked. What a piece of shit Also, what a weird story

So many strange details the weird thing about the raping back and the so fixated on his fragile but hold and so worried about it What an odd what an odd human being. Thank you once again to Queen about magic Lindsey Cummins holding down the fourth this week Boy, we've had family in town handling so many behind the scenes business wheelings dealing so I can focus primarily on content Thanks to scubi thanks Logan Keith. I'm so I've been sorry. I had to snack so many times during this episode of pause I started working out just a little bit more and my body's like all right We need to fucking quadruple or calories now or Or you're going to feel like you're going to pass out.

And that's why I've had a little burpiness thing. Thanks, Logan Keith, though, for directing, producing today, suck Ranger, Tyler, C for helping with production. Thanks also to Bidelixer. I'll keep up, keep continuously on the time stock app. Chris, Pa, Cal, the Bidelix, you got a sweet stash right now. Just saw him recently. The art warlock, Logan Keith, thanks again for creating the merch.

And I'm so sorry, I wrote this out beforehand. Tyler C did the producing today. He did it. Logan Keith is going to help him, so I got to invert that. I thought when I made my notes, I wouldn't forget anybody. There was going to be Logan's in the chair. He was Tyler C sitting in the chair and he's done a great job. So it's the work behind the scenes with him continues to ramp up. Okay, now, don't miss anybody.

Thanks to Logan again for creating the merch at badmagicmerge.com, helping socials along with our suck Ranger Tyler C. Thanks to producer Olivia Lee doing the initial research this week. Great job. Not the easiest of sources, thanks to the all-seeing eyes moderating the cult of the curious private Facebook page, the mod squad for making sure Discord keeps running smooth and everyone on the time sucks subreddit, and the bad magic subreddit.

So many fantastic sacks doing so much build and communities. And next week, what am I supposed to talk about now? Next week the spaces are to have to create that we suck on one of the most influential stand-up comics of all time. How could I forget my favorite stand-up comic of all time? A guy who has influenced me more than anyone else, George Carlin. I wanted to say Pat St. Jack,

but the truth is George Carlin. The man in the midst of legendary philosopher disguised Luthe as a comic, even if you've never seen his stand-up, never watched one of his 14 HBO specials or as many TV appearances, including 130 appearance on the night show. It's likely that your life has been influenced by George Carlin. If you are a fan of comedy, free speech, or speaking one's mind, hard to believe not too long ago, just in the 50s, comedians were often arrested for speaking their minds or using foul language at clubs, comedians

could be often were or wrested for using many of the words we know and love today. Shit, fuck, piss, cunt. Any of this was grounds to be taken in by Johnny Law, charged with violating a state of sanity law. Land of the free and you can't freely say fuck. Fuck anyone who thinks that's okay, you're a cunt. George Carlin would fight censorship,

most famously with his routine seven words you can never say on television, paving the way for a new kind of comedy. There was an incisive political raw and authentic, Hail Motherfucking Nimrod. Long before that, he was a little boy growing up in Morningside Heights in the neighborhood in Manhattan, where he was born in 1937 to parents undergoing

the drawn out ugly separation, that ended up influencing his mother Mary to make her sons and to try to make her sons and the perfect little boys, try to try to have them not become found out their bags like she thought their dad was. And of course, it didn't work. George Relator credit is dad with giving him a tendency for seeing past all the American bullshit, all the things, the media, religion, the state and other institutions teach you

to think is right and just when it often is not right and just. Does a young man, George love taking it, uh, taking to the street, excuse me, with his, I went into my comic, I'm like, don't know, taking it to the street, taking it to the street. No, as a young man, George loved taking to the streets with his, uh, gang of friends. Would he love even more, was doing impressions of his neighbors, friends, parents, celebrities, getting laughs. He started dreaming of someday becoming a DJ on the radio, leveraging that into a nightclub

act, maybe becoming a movie star, but the past wouldn't be so simple. He'd have to reinvent himself over and over again, keeping his finger on the pulse of what Americans found entertaining, figuring out a way to make them think and laugh at the same time while also trying to consistently stay true to himself. The amazing story of George Carlin, one of my favorite people of all time, next week on Time Suck. And now let's head on over to this week's Time Sucker updates. Gonna kick things off with sweet sweet sack. Adam Hilton.

Adam writes, I got hit by the Cummins lot work. I usually keep my phone in silent, but for some reason my dumb ass left it on loud one day. Well, I have the Whipple ringtone. Short story long, the COO of the company I work for came into my cube to talk shop. And I can hear my headphones, the ringtone start. It wasn't only coming through my headphones though. While he's talking, my actual phone starts screaming, fuck you, fuck your family!

I finally got the phone to shut the fuck up as if the drink Whipple was the part I was supposed to worry about. I felt myself go red, red as fuck. Thankfully, the CEO has a sense of humor, took it on stride and just kept going. Thank you Dan, but fuck you man. Take care, much love. Keep on sucking at him. Well I like that story at a good ending.

I swear at a good ending. Bad ending could have been you, you would have been fired which would have sucked for you, but kind of funny for me. Kind of funny for me if the Whipple Ringtone cost you your job, but I'm glad I didn't. I'm glad I didn't. I wonder if you still have that ringtone. That's a gamble.

That one is a gamble. I always forget how many different ringtones we have in the store. Thanks for sending that in. Thanks for sending that in, Adam. Why? Well, my mouth not talk correctly. I should have been Katen. I feel like the Katen dialect is something I've, I feel like a real backwood swamp dialect

is what my mouth was physically built for. Uh, next message, somebody else got, uh, got a little trick. Somebody else fell for some shit. Let's talk to, uh, idiot sack, stupid Martin of Villa. JK, Martin's great. And Martin writes, you son of a bitch, fuck you got me. Hey, Dan, the bad, bad, you team, you've listened to, uh, you all for a little less than a year, caught up on all the episodes. Usually when you go off and try and trick us,

I'm pretty good at seeing through your bullshit. However, you totally got me with your Munchows and Syndrome causes. I mean, one of my co-workers may or may not have foretook in some Colombian boom, boom powder at the end of the day. Our little way to bond and relax, but relax. How are you relaxing with that? So we may or may not have just done some lines of star-spangled powder, and we're hanging out when I turn, what I turned on the podcast. Right when your voice came on the speak,

you started talking about the causes of Montreal's in syndrome, and now being completely in the right state of mind, I felt you were talking directly to me, right when you said, you meet SAC, I got a little uncomfortable until you said, I need to go ask to have my bare bottom spanked. That's what I snabbed out of it, knew you were joking. Anyway, anyways, thought you would like to know

you fucking got me. Keep up the good work. Three to five stars, hell no, not Martin. Oh my God. I wish you would have stuck with it and really started sweating. And I'm like, you got to get your bare bottom spanked. You're not even even not even boy.

But I love that you fell forward as long as you did. That is perfect. That didn't make me very happy. I'm glad you were in that state of mind. I'm still cracking up on how you're fucking relaxing and unwinding with boob and batter. Next up, another marvelous meat sack. Cameron Dorkins.

Dorkins, is that your real last name? I think it might be. Sorry for your lot in life. Probably gave you good sense of humor. Anyway, Cameron writes, good day, suck master driver of the bust, unknown destinations of random and amazing sucks. Full of info and hilarious. First shout out to my coworker, Tim Stevens. If you're introducing me to this amazing podcast, community, I'm gonna listen to all your podcasts, catch up to your current ones. I want to thank you for helping bring your smile to my face and a lot of hard times. I found myself in over the last nine months. My father, James Dorkins passed away at 62.

Now I feel bad about saying what I said about your name. December 10th from COVID. It was extremely hard after he passed away since I had spent the last few years prior getting and staying sober, meeting my beautiful daughter after getting released from jail, becoming a welder, holy shit. Kickin' ass. damage to change my life, I've spent almost 14 years in drugs and alcohol. Currently, 28, almost 29. My father decided to use his VA benefits to buy a house for him, and I had to move in last year so I could leave the halfway house

after spending two years there. After my father passed away, his best friend from high school, also business partner, chose to continue with the company, making beard care products, even though the company hasn't come so far after six years, seven years in February. He spent a lot of money for advertising and marketing, but there hasn't been much change to anything. I'm not sure if this will be right on the show, but if you could, could you mention Doc Goodbeard?

You can find it on Amazon. There's a website, docgoodbeard.'s a website doc goodbeard.com D.O.C. Goodbeard.com. If you can't spell good beard, I don't know if you're going to buy anything stuff anyways. I've spent a lot of time thinking about whether or not I should send you anything, but now I'm sending this to you. I'm not the best at writing. No, you're a great writer. You're better writing than I am at speaking. And somehow I'm able to make a living in this. So there are probably tons of mistakes, but listing to your mush mouth makes you feel less alone. Well, good.

I love you guys. I love to hear all the amazing updates from the rest of the community before I keep vomiting out of this email. Thank you for at least reading this and I want everyone to love everyone in your life because you don't know when you may not see them again. Best regards, Cameron Dorkins.

Man, you're a good son. Good meets that, Cameron. I love how you're getting your life on track. I love how much you seem to care about your father's business. That's fantastic, right? Docgoodbeard.com again. Yeah, I'm glad you got to spend some time.

Sounds like with your father there at the end. And yeah, so sorry with your father there at the end and, uh, yeah, so sorry for your loss, uh, there. And uh, hope, uh, since that was not a long time ago, but a little ways back now that you are, you know, processing the grief and getting the help you need, uh, healthy, healthy way and, uh, you know, moving past that as much as one is able to move past for something like that. So thanks again, Cameron, for writing it. And you know, moving past that as much as one is able to move past for something like that. So thanks again, Cameron, for writing it. And you know what? Dorkins is a, you know, I was, sorry, I was gonna, I was gonna try and say,

Dorkins is a great name. It's on par with Cummins. Dorkins and Cummins. What a fucking law firm that would be. We both got equally shitty names. All right. Now for something pretty intense. Change, change it up more intense to next one. I'm going to read this message. Sorry, I didn't put your name in the beginning. I'm wondering if you are anonymous. I know this is a longer one. I do remember what this is about. I, you know what? Okay. I'm not putting your last name in this. Jack, we're just going to leave it as Jack. And now I remember why.

Just making sure before I go forward here. Hey, stuck master, Jack writes, if this guy gets lost in the ether, I get it. But the last two episodes have coincided with too much for me to not write in. The psychology of liars and what can really be done in a hopeless situation with human monsters has been hitting me hard today. Three years ago, I lost the best friend I ever had. For backstory, I was an introverted, dorky kid for my entire life, never stepped outside of myself or explored what I wanted, but instead fell into the trap of what was safe and comfortable.

I would have stayed there where it not for my best friend coming into my life. She was probably the first person who genuinely wanted me around as a person and encouraged me to seek my own growth. I explored what was in the dinky little town we were in, actually got into stand up myself, finally started getting into personality based on what I loved and what I wanted to be. I grew up with nine siblings, same parents.

God was strong in the heart, and Luciferina was present in the sack. Ha, that's a great way of putting that. So as the oldest son, I took care of myself and tried to stay out of the way while looking after others as best I could. Finally, I was being who I never realized I wanted to be. Q two years later, my best friend moves

to a new city in our way is Diagnose with Stage 4, leukemia, my world broke. This vivacious, fantastic human being was less and less every time I visited the point that I changed cities and careers to be closer. Well, as she said the thing about Stage four cancer is there is no stage five. She died and I was called to her apartment to say goodbye before the paramedics took her body away.

Myself, her mom and all her friends spent the next hour, creaming, cleaning her apartment just to have something to do with our grief. It's worth noting that before she passed she had a wide variety of illnesses, but none more prevalent than epilepsy. And given she had epilepsy, there was no reason for woman without a driver's license let alone a car to have a half empty gallon of antifreeze hidden in the back of her closet.

Memories came back of her drinking orange juice while friends were over and clutching her abdomen and pain. She said it was stomach ulcers. It took maybe another 30 minutes of talk before we realized that none of us had sat with her through chemo, though she always claimed that one of us did while the others weren't around. Long story short, pathological liar with munchowsons. Holy shit.

My world fell apart. The person who I had cared for the most, who I loved the most, had been lying to me for years, not just about the cancer, but it made all the other lies come to the surface. How come I never met this person? But didn't you say this person was a dick? Why do you like them now? On and on. The worst part was when the thought that came to my head when I realized it, it wasn't

shock, just that makes sense. A lot has happened in the time, um, since these issues recovery attempts to be in the lives of others again, and I actually do have a very small number of people, I trust him, instead of family now. But one of them was assaulted last November. She's the most powerful person I've had the privilege of meeting and a fucked up live driver saw a drunk and vulnerable woman and took her back to his place without her knowledge. She fell, hit her head on his garage floor, and rather than take her to the hospital, he spent the next three hours doing and speakable things to her. This was the third time she'd been assaulted in her life, and she always always said that it happened a third time

she would die, but she didn't. She spent the next several months doing her recon filing police reports, learning what actually happened. He confessed that it was not consensual to her over-text has been fired from jobs for making several one-on-one customers feel uncomfortable and continues to pursue jobs where he's alone with vulnerable women. The lawyer he hired to represent him in the trial literally just got sentenced for his own rape last week. How the fuck is that guy still there? She had months of research, work, preparation to make sure that there wouldn't be a next girl for this monster.

And then finally, eight months after this happened, a detective, prosecutor, and victim's advocate finally met with her. They are pursuing no charges. In spite of the confession, the evidence, and there is so much of it, this girl is a Hermione, when it comes to research, they didn't want to prosecute. 98% of rape cases do not go to trial.

I have six sisters, the rage, disappointment, and disbelief I'm going through is genuinely, I don't have words for it. This man has been escalating. Clear patterns can be seen in yet ambivalence. It made me think of what you said about Gypsy and D.D. She was trapped no way out, just more abuse on the way. You're an amazing comedian.

I've honestly started my comedy myself, and I have nothing but the utmost respect for what you do, man. I realize you're maybe the last person to ask, but what do I do? There's a monster in my city. One with a habit of praying on the week. One who prayed on someone I love, and I see the damage in her PTSD constantly. He'll do it again. He knows you can get away with it it and that the system will protect him. What's next?

You're not a politician, unfortunately, or you might actually fund schools, my area, but I want to know genuinely your thoughts. What happens now? I can't pretend like I don't know. There's a rapist probably in my city. I can't pretend like I don't see the scars. He's already made. What do I do?

Jack. Woo! This is a fucking tough one. Man, cuz I've been somewhat in your shoes. I've had a lot of people I've care about be victims of sexual assaults. I've never known exactly who the assault her was. But, you know, there was one person I won't name who it was, but, you know, she knew the name and I did want her to give me the name. And I don't think she did because I think she knew that I, I legitimately was going to try and find that person and fucking kill them.

And, and she didn't want me to go to jail for that. And it is so tough because the moral part of me wants to find this fucker and kill him. But that will put you in prison for years and years and years. And there's going to be, you know, the psychological consequences. Maybe I'm delusional in these instances. I don't think those would bother me with somebody like this. But it's so fucking tough. I mean, and I don't know what to do.

I mean, I would stay, okay, if you wanted to stay legal, if you know where this person is, I mean, I don't know, I don't want to put you in danger, but maybe, you know, it's like just letting this person know that you know who they are and that you know what they did and that you're gonna be watching them and others are going to be watching them too. And if they make a mistake like that again, they will go to prison for the rest of their lives.

I mean, I want to say something like that. But then this person, what if they can just move on? Tyler, you're running the board right now. I thought about this before the show and I can't come up with an answer. Do you have any thoughts? Right? It's so, it's so tough. You know somebody? I thought about this before the show and I can't come up with an answer. Do you have any thoughts? Cool. Right. It's so, it's so tough. You, you know somebody who was sexually assaulted, you know who the sexual,

sexual assaultor is. You know that they're not going to get any legal trouble. I mean, I do think, you know, Jackson C. Counseling and just talk to them and, you know, get their advice as well. But do you have any thoughts? I mean, I think, I think, I always think about this in regards to like the closest people to me. Yeah.

And if they were victimized in this way, and I think of my fury immediately, and then when we are in that conversation, they immediately bring my fury down with, if you were in jail, right, right, if you were in prison, like, that's more weight on my shoulders. Right. So it's, it's, it's, it's a hard, um, yeah, like Jack could make it worse for his friend

because now she has the guilt of knowing that he's in prison. Right. Opposed to, like, if you were going to address this person going with a group of people saying, hey, we know who you are, we, the authorities know who you are, know what's going on, covering your faces. Right. Know what's going and you know covering your faces, so that's not you one-on-one with this individual in case something was to have in Yeah, it's a hard I do like that. I like I like I like that a lot actually how you added like a group

Go with the group. Maybe you know film it so the person's less likely also to try something in that moment Definitely and then you know you can then go back to your friend and like, you know, I would imagine that she would feel very supported by you taking what I consider to be a noble action in that instance. And that's, if you don't have anything else, I think that's all I have. Yeah, just make sure, make sure it's not in like, you're not doing something in your pride I would say to make sure that it's not in like you're not doing something in your pride. I would say to like make sure that it's And it's usually that it's usually support usually there to support your friend

But just make sure that like you know in your heart. Yeah, it's right. Yeah, that's that's that's it I think that's I think that's the best we got man and Go kick ass with some comedy. Get your friend out to a show, make her laugh too. And also understand that, you know, no matter what happens to this guy, you know, she's like a strong person. She can survive.

And I hope she's getting counseling. I hope she's getting therapy that she needs. That's gonna be very important. And these fucking sex offenders. Mwah! Okay, we got one last one. We got one last one from another kickass sack. They're all kickass sacks from Pat Dops and Pat writes, Dear Suck Master Dan, I'm a 61 year old female,

who has been listening for about a year and a half now. And time suck is hands down the most entertaining informative podcast, everyone. Thank you. Don't listen to him in other podcasts, or you might change your opinion. But I just finished listening to the DD Blanchard suck and had to write in. Since my college days at WVU, yeah, West Virginia University, go mountaineers.

That's a beautiful campus, I've been by. I have been intrigued and fascinated with Monchales and Centromes. Excuse me, and Monchales and Spyproxy. It's rare that this topic comes up in casual conversation, but I did have an opportunity to reference the syndrome several years ago that my nephew's college graduation from UMBC.

He just received a degree as a paramedic, congrats. And after the ceremony, it's a very important job. All due graduates and their families were invited to the laboratory. I wanted to say laboratory, don't know why. To see the equipment at the laboratory, the students studied with. One of the pieces of equipment was a very high-tech simulation mannequin that could

sweat, cry, moan, and have a fever, etc. That's fucking creepy and awesome. One of the family members of another student had been dropping large medical words all afternoon and attempt to impress us with her vast knowledge. Upon seeing the mannequin she commented loudly, but can you give it Munchausen syndrome? Season the opportunity I promptly replied, no, the but can you give it Munchausen syndrome? Season the opportunity I promptly replied, no, the best you could do is Munchausen syndrome by proxy. She was clearly shocked that anyone else in the room knew what she was referring to,

and my comment shut her down. Yes, yes, yes, you were correct. And yes, I glowed a little bit after that. Was that wrong? Some people think so, not me. Anyhow, thanks for another great suck. Better topics, better syndromes, pop-up on chalice. Nice work.

Three out of five stars, wouldn't change a thing. Thanks, senior sucker, paddock. Well, paddock, you're not a senior sucker yet. You got a couple years. From Highland Lakes, New Jersey, disclaimer. Oh, sorry, then disclaimer has, that's right, it's your email. I forgot to take that out from your work.

It doesn't mention your work, so it's not bad to have the notes. Well, thank you for sharing that little moment of victory. Those little victories. They can really put a pep in your step, right? For the rest of the day, week, sometimes month. I love it. Thanks to you, Pat. I need a net. We all did. Another Bad Magic Productions podcast has been signed, sealed, and delivered. More songs were butchered. Please don't rape anyone this week if you do, and they rape you back.

Don't kill them, because you fucking deserve it. Even if your butthole is made out of butterfly wings. Keep on sucking everyone. And magic productions. Sometimes when I, well, a lot of times, when I do these recordings, I'll find like a list of synonym, like the, you know, the stories list, or a list of slang terms for something

to come up with like stuff like chicken skin, delfabag. And on this one, there's so many lists on the internet. I found a list of fragile things because I wanted to find more fragile things that Ronnie Joe's butthole could be made out of. And here's the best ones I found. I just want to share share with you now.

Snailshells, tea leaves, fortune cookies, flower petals, clouds, lampshades, potato chips. Dandelion puffs is the favorite one I found. I should have put that one early on this time. I might like that one more than peanut brittle. Peanut brittle butthole, dandelion puff butthole. God, they're both pretty good. Ronnie Joe and his cursed dandelion puff butthole.

I hope is fucking destroyed right now.