Timesuck with Dan Cummins - 36 - Jeffrey Dahmer: The Cannibal of Milwaukee

Episode Date: May 22, 2017

Sadist. Rapist. Pedophile. Murderer. Cannibal. Necrophiliac. Jeffrey Dahmer was all of these things. But why? Why did he do it? What exactly did he do? Find out on this fascinating and cringeworthy edition of Timesuck! This episode of Timesuck is brought to you by Audible. Go to www.audible.com/TIMESUCK and get a free audiobook with your 30 day trial membership!

Sadist, rapist, pedophile, murderer, cannibal, necrophiliac. Jeffrey Dahmer was all these things. He was also a member of a high school tennis team, a prankster who photobombed the National Honor Society yearbook pick. He was a son of an analytical chemist who had a Ph.D. in chemistry from Iowa State University and provided a normal middle-class life for his family. Dahmer was a medic in the U.S Army, and a student at Ohio State University. How does a man who had what he himself described as a very normal childhood?

Become one of the most gruesome serial killers of the 20th century. Leave the kids at home for this one. This shit is gonna get rough. As we dive into the tormented and tortured mind of Jeffrey Lionel Dahmer, the Milwaukee cannibal on today's cringe worthy edition of Time Suck. Happy Monday everybody, I'm Dan Comins and thanks for listening to Time Suck. A lot of new listeners the past two weeks appreciating all you time suckers spread the suck and you new time suckers going all in on getting sucked as well.

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and Jacob for requesting today's topic. And we're gonna get right into this topic right after some time sucker updates. Updates, get your time sucker updates. Chris Pauquelle has a dark web update in July of 2015, forced the agent who was tracking Ross Ulbrich in that episode, the Red Pirate Roberts, pled guilty to money laundering, obstruction of justice, and extortion under

color of official right. The former DEA agent based in Baltimore, Maryland had been a member of the Silk Road Task Force, is probably multi agency multi-jurisdictional law enforcement effort that eventually netted, as I said, Ross Ulbert, known as the Dread Pirate Roberts. In February 2015, Ulbert was convicted in all counts after a jury trial in New York, you know, and currently serving a life sentence. And then October 19th, 2015, force was sentenced to 78 months. Force investigated, Silk Road drug trafficking is part of the Baltimore-based task force.

Task force, force, a lot of force in this. Force took on additional personalities that weren't authorized by his bosses using one called Death from Above, tried unsuccessfully to extort Ross Ulbrich, and another online persona, French maid, who? Force convinced Ulbrich to pay him for law enforcement counterintelligence, information about force, and another corrupt agent was kept out of Ulbrich's Silk Road trial. In addition to his crimes involving Ulbrich, force ripped off a customer of CoinMKT, a Bitcoin related company. He was a legally moonlighting for.

He stole $370,000 from a CoinMKT customer, putting $37,000 in a government account, and keeping the rest for himself. All right, it's a lot of money. As part of a sentence force was ordered today, or when he was charged in sentence to pay $337,000 in restitution to the victim, identified only as RP. He was ordered to pay $3,000 to Curtis Green.

And that's the duty, fake to slap it around at the bathtub to make an old brick thing that he would have been killed. A former Silk Road staffer who forces him to rest it. Now I Google for more info on this, because I was like, how did I miss that? When I was doing all my research,

and I was shocked at how little comes up. It's mostly like strange, like Bitcoin, dark web related, like websites as opposed to MSNBC or something or CNN or just whatever, Huffington Post. Almost like some people in power just really didn't want anyone focusing on this part of the story. To me, this is a huge story. I kind of swept into the rug a little bit. Like how does the lead investigator who's arrested for extortion, extorting the defendant,

how does that not throw Ulberg's case into question, just overall? I don't know. Because there was other speculation that of course this task force used legal means to track down the initial server in Iceland to catch Ross Ulberg, but I don'm an alloyer, I guess. He was very fishy, though, he was very, very fishy.

This in from Dan D, the cybersecurity expert I relied on for the dark episode, you made me happy, Dan. He says, Bravo, Bravo, suck master's supreme. You did a wonderful job of taking the big, bad and complicated topic at the dark, deep web and making it digestible for the majority of people. Thank you, Dan. You helped a lot of that. You made me cringe with what you went about clicking,

and that you even went as far as Googling crazy tour websites to go to. I was slightly concerned, who in years like, no, suck master, no, it cannot be as bad. That was how many times you had to Google G-Hod and ISIS recruitment for that episode. So you were just making a slow advancement up the NSA watch list.

Welcome back to the bright side of the internet, although they offer the magical fourth-dimensional bigfoot creatures with extra chocolate chip, chunk cookies. You have come back out on the other side with a strong sense of safety and cool stuff you can find too. Lifetime Netflix subscription for the win. Ever need help manually cleaning that computer? Reach out. It's up to me long time, D&D.

Well, thank you, Dan. I may take you up on cleaning my computer someday because the last seven months of research have really, really filled up my hard drive. I honestly am starting to wonder if I'm on some sort of watch list. You know, for today's episode, I'm not kidding. I actually googled the phrase, how do you bleach a human skull? What the fuck? My search history is getting very suspicious. And of course, we have some pronunciation. That word, I fucking, how ironic that I constate, I have anxiety over pronouncing the word pronunciation. Pronunciation, that one's always been a mother fucker for me. Oh, okay, so he said, this is from a time-sucker Travis Zigmont, Dan Master of all that is

sucks seriously, dude, what the fuck? He did so well with Jim with Jim Jones and then out of nowhere You fuck up the easiest medication name Delotted you pronounced it as Dillard did it's Delodid what happened to those videos on how to pronounce shit any who love the podcast Tuner never week hoping to see you at the improv Orlando as long as I can get the time off keep sucking I hope to see you there too Travis damn it sadly. I did I did use a YouTube phonetic video for that one I use those all the time now actually I actually, I'm starting to get addicted to them and had the fanatic spelling written down in my notes, but I still fucking said it wrong. I didn't think I did.

I had to relisten the check. Shit. That's what I get for spelling it correctly and then putting the fanatic spelling behind the proper spelling. Good catch, Travis. And from Andrew Paul Wood, Dear Master, suckers, it's not that big of a deal.

I know you're trying as no reflection on your diligence. So thank you, Andrew. But now it's running theme. of a deal. I know you're trying, has no reflection on your diligence. So thank you Andrew. But now it's running theme. So I have to tell you, the capital of Iceland is pronounced Ray Kiyevik. So Ray Kiyevik. I'm sure I'm not the only one that has pointed this out.

Yours and sucked him, Andrew Wood. All right, Andrew. I think I said right to Vic. And actually, I did go to YouTube for this one now and it's pronounced Ray Kiyevik, according to several pronunciation videos on YouTube. So I'm guessing yours may be how it's actually pronounced in Iceland, perhaps.

Let's go to Mato Tommato on this one. And again, anyone traveling to Iceland, home to Bjork and so many other great musicians, I've always been fascinated by their musical scene, I think it's Reykjavik. So love to do times like on Iceland, if you know a cool story about something weird, send it to me, man, let's find an excuse to explore that place

So really only a couple slight discrepancies time suckers. No, Janome genome catastrophe recently Appreciate you keeping a watch fly on me helps me learning it better Okay, so updates about some people being inspired that this is this is the one where we're gonna end on it This makes me so happy. This is from sucker extraordinaire at Peyton Hawk Subject, you're sucking awesome. He says hey Dan, you fucking suck. You are sucking my mind into wanting to learn again And I'm loving it. My name is Peyton Hawk. I'm a 20-year-old factory worker. Hope they get recognized like Marilyn Monroe unlikely, but that's his works not mine there But but anyways, I've never been so excited to learn until I heard of your podcast while listening to your stand-up on Pandora

And now I want to dedicate my life and expanding my knowledge and you have definitely pushed me in that direction And I thank you for that. Hopefully you see this message. I sent it on Instagram my accounts private So you might not get it But I want you to know you have greatly encouraged me to wanting to learn and read more keeps sucking you master sucker I did see it, man Sorry again. I get so busy with the research I don't have time to get back right away. I'll have those messages. But, man, thank you, Peyton. It makes me feel good. I love how this time suck experiment is becoming a community

built on curiosity. A community of those dedicated to self enrichment on some kind of academic intellectual level that was interested in involving their minds, evolving. You fucking suck, Peyton. You fucking suck. Hope life gives you everything you want buddy also nahal Vinic and his iTunes review said while I don't necessarily agree with everything set on the podcast is still a lot of fun entertaining and awesome podcast Yes Enjoy even when you don't always agree. That's how it should be in life That's how it should be and a little excerpt from an email

Samuel e sent me another time sucker This makes me feel great as well and I wanted to share with you guys That's how it should be. And a little excerpt from an email, Samuel E sent me another time, sucker. This makes me feel great as well. And I wanted to share with you guys, I haven't always been a Christian nor do I claim to be a great one who has mastered life. And I was flesh and blood before I chose a life I'm living now. But every day I'm trying to become a better person in Christian with the help of God. Though sometimes I may fail.

Once again, you may read this and say I'm ignorant for my beliefs, but I'll continue to be a supporter of your show despite my disagreements on your beliefs. A great part about life to me is that we don't have to agree on everything. To still be friends or enjoy what another has put into the world. So as a 23 year old married Pentecostal, I'd like to think of myself as a balanced person slash Christian and that I don't hate you or anyone that doesn't see eye to eye with me when it comes to God. So let's agree that you need to stay on the air and keep on sucking.

Praise God and hail Lord Nimrod and go team Bojangles. I love that so much. Man, thank you, Samuel. Love you too, buddy. This is what I hoped and dreamed time so could be. A place for people with different backgrounds, different beliefs, atheists, Christians, Muslims, whatever. You know, I have listeners who are straight, gay,

bi, white, black, transgender, everything else, bonding over a shared curiosity and part of what it means to be human Just to be curious about the world around you and why people act the way they act believe what they believe Why things have happened what makes shit tick and not some surface-y level of suck either deep suck You know what is people man curious people and you people are so good Sometimes you almost make me believe I'm a warm jovial people loving person myself. That's how great you time suckers make me feel. I'll get worried that I'm not gonna be able to be dark and you know, fucking some kind of malcontent anymore,

which has been my identity for so long. But then I'll run into other people who are that time suckers. I'll run into the non-curious. Those committed to ignorance and hate of what they refuse to understand. And I'll think, oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, I love my tribe.

But fuck these other motherfuckers! Alright, so, alright. Let's segue out of all this love and sends a community to some seriously fucked up stuff. Oh my god. I think I understand you guys, not sure I will ever fully understand Domer. Let's get into it. Wikipedia defines a serial killer as typically a person who murders three or more people,

usually in service of abnormal psychological gratification, with the murders taking place over more than a month and including a significant break cooling off period between them. Well Geoffrey Dahmer definitely fits into that description. He killed 17 people. There were Kulinoff periods. He murders absolutely for psychological gratification. The DSM-5 diagnostic and statistical manual of mental disorders doesn't actually have a definition for serial killer

because it's not a mental disease. It's a series of actions. The most broadly recognized mental disorder associated with serial killing is anti-social personality disorder, APD, characterized by a pattern of disregard for and violation of the rights of others. Symptoms of anti-social personality disorder can vary in severity. Severity, the more egregious, harmful, or dangerous, the behavior patterns are referred to as sociopathic or psychopathic, antisocial personality disorder

is much more common in males and females. The highest prevalence of antisocial personality disorder is found among males who abuse alcohol or drugs or who are persons in prisons or other forensic settings. Well, Dom or as you'll soon find out, abused alcohol tremendously from a very early age. And he was a dude, so he fits, you know, the mold, fits a lot of the criteria. He also, as you'll soon find out, had absolutely no regard for the welfare of his victims like zero, zero remorse.

Symptoms of anti-social personality disorder include disregard for society's laws check on Dumber numerous arrests for some super creepy shit Violation of the physical or emotional rights of others. Well, you know, he raped tortured killed eight of his victims So I think he qualifies for that a lack of stability and job and home life. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah long periods of unemployment a lot of movement in his you know, home life Irritability and aggressiveness. Yes, again, very aggressive with his victims. Lack of remorse, zero, consistent irresponsibility. Absolutely. Do this. John Mouchoff is family for most of his adult life. Then with his office dad and his grandma's will find out waste and their money. Didn't

seem to care about that. Recklessness, impulsivity. Yeah, he made a few very impulsive in reckless kills. Deceitfulness, definitely on Dhammer, lied to his family constantly, very good at lying to the police. Got him out of some jams as we'll find out. Childhood diagnosis or symptoms consistent with conduct disorder. Now, he never took a psychological exam as a kid,

so who knows on that one, but probably, but probably. But most of these people will never kill, you know, most of these anti-social personality types. So, certainly not as prolifically as Domer, so what made him different? Well, you know, psychologists aren't sure what causes anti-social personality disorder, you know, how to even treat it. It's only about 3% a man and about 1% a woman believed to have it.

Much higher percentages do exist among the prison population. Domer himself was diagnosed with this disorder at his trial. He was also diagnosed with parapherilia, a condition characterized by abnormal sexual desires, typically involving extreme or dangerous activities, necrophilia, sexual intercourse with, or attraction towards corpses, partialism, which I had not heard of before. it's an emphasis of sexual interest upon one part of the body. A form of fetishism in which the sexual stimulus is a part of the body. As pictures of feet will find out, he had that in a very strange dark way. He was diagnosed with suffering from alcoholism, a personality disorder, not otherwise specified, and an unspecified sexual disorder.

Basically, he's his own thing. You know, he's not just your typical anti-social personality so maybe that's why he went so much farther than most people who have that diagnosis or would have that. Just like we're all like physically unique, we're definitely all psychologically unique and some of us are more unique than others. Some of us walk a little farther off the beaten path than others and I think Dommer walks so fucking far off the path.

He forgot where the path was. He forgot there even was a path. He ended up becoming a slave to his strange, powerfully sadistic sexual urges, urges that were incredibly unique in their deviants. If you think it takes a lot to get you off in the bedroom, you've got nothing on Dumber. And then I just was thinking, was Dumber truly insane though? He did go for an insanity defense. It wasn't it wasn't accepted by the court.

And I definitely agree with the court, you know, when he asked like, is that was Dom or insane? I would say yes and no. You know, I think on the one hand, anyone who who's done what he's done is insane, just based on that alone. But but he he wasn't delusional in that kind of sense of insanity. You know, he knew who he was. He knew what he was doing, why he wanted to do it on some level.

You know, he definitely made a great effort to not get caught. So he wasn't criminally insane. You know, it's not like he was following the orders, you know, some foreign voice was giving him from within his head. It's not like, you know, he's thinking like the devil was telling him to eat people and stuff. You know, he was in charge. You know, he was doing it on purpose. Nobody was doing what was wrong.

You know, he'd have sex with the corpse of a recent victim, but he put a condom on first. You know, he had this weird pragmatic quality to him that way. He wasn't some slumber and delusional cartoonish monster. He was scarier than that, to me. Because he was a person not unlike you and me in many respects. He cared about his family,

cared about his family's opinion of him. I tried to hold down a job, like to watch TV and movies, had friends in high school. He's a prankster. But whereas you and I get off on consensual sex, I hope. That didn't do it for Dahmer. And life really started to change for him as he kind of went through puberty and came into a sexual identity. He realized that he just got off on control.

Control and just gore actually. It's such a strange combination. And that specifically is what made him a monster, this aspect of his personality. The way you may crave oral sex, maybe a little bondage, maybe you want your ass spank from time to time. Maybe you're dude who really gets off on a interesting

lingerie. You want a certain kind of look. Well, Dommer, he craved total control. That was his thing. He didn, you want to, you know, certain kind of look. Well, well, Domer, he craved total control. That was, that was his thing. He didn't just want to rape you. He want, you know, he, he wanted to rape you and then kill you and then rape you again. That's what did it for him. He got a rouse keeping your head in the fridge. So he could do grade you later whenever he felt like it. No, if he could, he could, you know, have your, uh, forced company. He got a rouse eatingoused eating your bicep muscles. He got aroused tearing the flesh from your bones seriously.

And somehow, just like being attracted to some heels and black lace panties might do it for you. Maybe some boots and a skirt, no panties does it for me. And that attraction is completely acceptable to you. Mine is completely acceptable to me. Dom or knew what did it for him and found that acceptable in completely acceptable to you. Mine is completely acceptable to me. Dahmer knew what did it for him and found that acceptable in a way as well, as hard as that may be to understand. He was almost like, yeah, okay, that's what does it feel

or this is what does it for me. And I remember the first actual real term paper I did in high school was a paper about Dahmer. That trial was still fresh and people's minds when I was in the end of high school there. I can't remember what I wrote and which, I wish I could find it. I tried to look it up.

I guess I tossed it out. But after researching this time, so I can't believe my teacher even allowed me to do it, man, because this is going to get dark. It's going to get so dark. But first, before we go, real, real dark, let's start off with the innocence of early youth, of childhood, and Donner's childhood was innocent.

So let's get into it with a little time suck timeline. Shrap on those boots, soldier. We're marching down a time suck timeline. May 21st, 1960. Jeffrey Lionel Dahmer is born to Joyce and Lionel Dahmer. He's their first child and by all accounts, they were a normal, well-adjusted family living in the Mill Walkie Wisconsin, suburb of West Alice.

Jeffrey's parents were native Wisconsinites who had family in the area, family were able to watch Young Jeffrey while they were at work. Lionel was working on some advanced degrees in chemistry when Jeffrey was born. Joyce had a difficult pregnancy with Jeffrey and may have suffered from postpartum depression, which may not have made her the most affectionate mother when young Jeffrey, but she with young Jeffrey, but she wasn't abusive.

She worked as a teletype, machine instructor, teletype, meaning early precursor to computers, fancy typewriter, basically. These weren't a pair of methodics, letting their 18 semi-feral fucking tabby cats raise their kid, you know, they aren't molestinum, aren't beating them down with some super strict religious orthodoxy. They're conservative, but you know, conservative in a normal 1960s American Midwest kind of way. They're no dummies, they're smart people, work in school, might not have given them all

the time. They wanted to watch young Jeff and spend time with him, but I've parental neglect because of work, you know, created serial killers. I think most of us would be serial killers. 1962, Lionel Dahmer receives an assistant ship to study for his PhD at Iowa State University in Ames, Iowa. This was perfect for the family.

Ames was the day he's drive from Milwaukee, you know, so they were able to head back on the weekends to visit their family there. And in 1966, when Jeffrey is six years old, Lionel earns his PhD in chemistry from Iowa State University. Lionel gets a job as an analytical chemist for the city of Akron, Ohio. And the family relocates to Doyle's Town, Ohio,

Little Suburb, just outside Akron in October 1966. The new job gives the family some nice financial stability, allows Joyce to stay home when they have their second child, David Dahmer, who's born in December of 1966. Good job, two kids home in the suburbs, man. Life seems pretty ideal for the Dahmer's. However, their marriage is crumbling after the birth of David. The Dahmer's fight all the time, moved to separate bedrooms for quite a while. So, you know, there's definitely some discord in the home, but again, I mean, hey, you know, it's sad reality. That's fucking a lot of our childhoods.

1968, the family moves to another suburb around Akron. It's called bath township, and eight year old, Dahmer begins to become fascinated with dead animals, which doesn't creep his father out. It's maybe as much as should of because of Lionel's scientific background. He figures his son just as a scientific curiosity

about the world around him, about animals. He's not killing him, not at first at least, but when he finds dead animals, young Dahmer wants to take them apart. See what makes him tick. Check out their insights. You know, just fucking boy stuff. Lionel even shows his son how to bleach animal bones

to preserve them. A skill Jeffrey would later use in an attempt to preserve the bones of his human victims. Lionel was probably just following the advice of the old saying with his kid, which is, I'm sorry I've heard this quote, it's just give your kid a bleach bone and you'll turn him into a creep for a day.

Teach your kid to bleach bones and heal on Holy Hors, the patrons of Milwaukee Gay Bars for years to come. All right, well that, all right, actually that may not be an old saying. That may be just something I just made up. Um, well yeah, so, so, so weird, you know, weird that he's into the, the dead animal thing. Um, Dahmer did begin to exhibit cruelty to animals around this time as well. Second grade, he, he brought a bucket of tadpoles to class, gave it to his best friend

as a present. And when the kid didn't want the tadpoles, Dahmer brought them back home and dumped motor oil into the bucket and killed all the tadpoles, Dahmer brought them back home and dumped motor oil into the bucket and killed all the tadpoles. Early sign of a lack of empathy or early sign of not being good at feeding tadpoles. Or confusion as to which kind of tadpoles he had, maybe he thought he had cyborg tadpoles that ran on motor oil. Probably the lack of empathy on that. And then other than a strange interest in dead animals, nothing else to note really happens

during Jeffree's grade school in junior high years. There was thing, if you're doing some follow-up on this, and you come across some stuff where there's, oh, like rumors that Jeffrey was molested, that was said by his father, that's highly disputed. After his arrest, Jeff was pretty open about what had happened to him, and he just said that did not. But he did admit to being victimized in other ways later as an adult, So I don't know why he would admit to some things and hide that. I don't think that happened. He's quite a bit of a loner as a kid.

But viewed as bright by teachers, his grades are average. But this has seen as a result of a lack of effort rather than a lack of intellect. No one knows yet the Dahmer not only has interesting dead animals, but is sexually aroused by them as he begins puberty. Makes me think of that other old saying, you know, keep an eye on the kid who has his eyes on some roadkill while he has a boner sticking out of a sweatpants.

I'm not sure who said that when I think it was Henry David Thoreau. 1974, Tomer begins attending Revere High School in Bath, Ohio. Now the Revere Mndentman, notable alumni in addition to Dommer include Larry Nance, Jr. Current power forward for the Lakers after being selected with the 27th pick of the 2015 NBA draft out of the University of Wyoming son of Larry Nance three time NBA all star

who average 17.1 points a game over 13 seasons in the NBA with Phoenix sons and the Cleveland Cavaliers. Carl Smezko also graduated from Revere High School, current head coach to the Florida Gulf Coast University women's basketball team, actress Caitlin Black, most known for playing Annabeth Nass and the CW comedy drama series Heart of Dixie. And Super Bowl Champion Center for the 2000 St. Louis Rams Backup Center, but still he's got a fucking ring. So you get the idea, you know, typical American suburban high school. Lotta, lotta, lotta cool people coming out of there.

Dahmer, I think he was actually on the list so I would repeat as well. They did, they did go ahead and include him. Some kids Dahmer went to school with, described him as a loner, other described him as a class clown, known for pulling pranks, acquaintances require, recall Dahmer drawing chalk outlines of fictional bodies creepy consider what he ended up doing later

Faking epileptic fits at the mall yelling out at inappropriate times sneaking into the picture of the national honor society when he When he didn't belong there. He was such a goofball as friends would refer to others doing something outrageous and stupid as doing a Dahmer Man, he's doing a Dahmer That takes a fucking whole other meaning now Hold not as not as playful and carefree when you say someone's doing a dumber. Man, you just doing a dumber. That takes a fucking whole other meaning now. Not as playful and carefree when you say someone's doing a dumber now. He briefly played on the tennis team and the school band seemed like he had a fairly normal high school experience

other than an excessive amount of drinking. He supposedly hit a flask, hit a flask in his locker and drank before, during, and after school. Supposedly he regularly brought like a pint of liquor to school, called alcohol as medicine. Even other high school kids who drank, maybe party to bit, thought Dom or Drank a little bit much, like a ton. He was a functional alcoholic by the age of 14. But always this amazed me.

I just would, I would never have been able to pull that off. Oh my god, everyone would just know I was drunk. I guess they did come to high school stone a few times and intensely paranoid that everyone knew what I was doing, but I just can't imagine every fucking day at that age. Oh man, and he was able to do that kind of partly because it was 70s. You know, he got caught drinking once at high school.

Just got a warning, verbal warning. This is the time in most days you could drink at the age of 18. People didn't take all that seriously. Dommer's high school teachers described him as polite and quiet, got average grades, seemed disinterested in most of his classes. The one subject that did really hold his attention, which in hindsight is not surprising, it always biology.

Specifically, he loved dissecting animals. Again, his dad was happy that he was just excited about something. I think I'd be seriously worried if the only thing, my fucking weird son was suddenly jacked up about was cutting up carcasses. One creepy thing he did was to keep... he took the skeleton of a fetal pig, he dissected home, and then preserved it and kept it on display. That's what I was talking. Creepy to me. Dom or later said in a prison interview that from the pig, I just started

branching out., dogs, cats. I suppose it could have turned into a normal hobby like taxidermy, but it didn't. All right, first off, taxidermy, not a normal hobby. I'm not saying it's a bad hobby, if you do not say you're some monster, but it's fucking creepy. Admittedly, I love it when people get weird with taxidermy,

start mixing animals, making some new creations, like jackalops, rabbits with antler horns, or maybe a squirrel head on a crab body. I've seen that one, bird head on a turtle body. That's just funny to me, because it's so ridiculous. But if you're a dude who's just super passionate about making corpses look like they're still alive, you fucking creepy, you know you are, you know you are.

And second, where was he getting these dogs and cats? Is he cutting up roadkill, or is he abducting pets, murdering them, and then dissecting them? We see an interviewer would ask that question. Domard did say I have to get in capture a year later that he started to fantasize around this time about wanting to dissect and preserve humans. Zah!

Why did he do it? Domard later say, I wanted to see what the insides of these animals looked like. And again, it turned them on. He'd say, there was a general excitement to me. It became a compulsion and it switched from animals to humans. How weird that must be to be entering your adolescence, which is a weird time for all of us, figuring out what you like to jerk off to. And all of sudden, you get a boner when you're dissecting animals. Because it's not like you try to

get a boner. It's not like anyone picks that. In a weird way, although I'm so glad that he was, you know, that he's no longer with us and I wish he would have been caught earlier, I do have pity for Dahmer. Cause he was just such a fucking maniac. I have pity for him more than some serial killers I've read about because you read about his adolescence and it's like, who would pick,

and no one would pick like, you know what, I'm gonna be turned on by fucking cutting up animals, that's what's gonna give me some wood. That is, oh, that just put you on the very edge of the fringe of society. Why would, and you know, and he knew it was fucked up. He knew these feelings were fucked up as a kid,

and it was a big part of the reason that he drank so much. Man, looking back again, I'm so thankful I have normal society accepted urges. You know, out of the gate, it's lucky, man. New photos of women did it for me. And if I couldn't find porn, there was the brass section of the JC Penny catalog, loved it.

And if I couldn't find that, there was some national geographic mmm-hmm, native women. And if I couldn't find that, there was do my best. Remember the photos I'd seen, native women. And if I couldn't find that, there was do my best to remember the photos I'd seen. Neighbor lady. So, you know, fairly normal stuff, maybe a little voyeuristic, but fairly normal. Another reason Dom or Drank So Much in High School

was to suppress other sexual urges. He also realized he was homosexual, didn't think his conservative family would approve. So he tried to drink the thoughts away. Dom or also remember, is having sexual fantasies about violence early in high school, age 14 or 15, he said, I started having obsessive thoughts about violence and remaingal to sex. And it just got worse and worse. I never dreamed it would become a reality. Well, before we find out exactly how

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And then one day, driving home from the liquor store, again, dude loved to drink. Had already been drinking all morning. He driving past an attractive, shirtless 18-year-old hitchhiker named Stephen Hicks and he decides to pull over. It was a dream come true for Jeff. Hicks was on his way to a concert in Cleveland. Jeff talked him into heading back to his place

for a few drinks before he moved on. Steven took him up on that offer and headed back with Dahmer to the Dahmer home. After a few drinks, Dahmer tried to put the moves on Steven, but Steven wasn't gay and he wasn't having it. He tries to leave the struggle for a bit. In addition to drinking all the time, Dahmer also lifted weights,

had an interesting combination there. And he wasn't a small dude. He was six foot tall, about 180 pounds, had a fairly athletic build. And but Steven wasn't a little fellow himself and he was able a small dude. He was six foot tall, about 180 pounds, had a fairly athletic build. And Stephen wasn't a little fellow himself and he was able to push past Dahmer. And then Jeffrey did something very impulsive that would change his life forever

and Steven's life immediately. When Steven turned his back on Jeff and headed towards the door, Dahmer grabbed a 10 pound dumbbell, slammed it into the back of Steven Hicks's head, crushing his skull and killing him instantly. And now he had a dead body in the middle of his parents' house. No one around, no one headed over anytime soon.

Not even neighbors could see him do his driveway to know he had someone over there. Also in the age before cell phones, no one knew that Stephen had even met Jeff. No witnesses saw him pick up Stephen. Nothing, no leads for the police to follow up on. When Stephen's family would inevitably realize he was missing, Jeff had what he'd been fantasizing about for years now, a human body to do whatever he wished to, you know, and for the first

victim, the first thing he wished to do was jerk off. Apparently he never had sex with X's corpse, but he did lay next to it and then masturbate, which seems almost creepier somehow to me, somehow weirder. Like you kill somebody, their dead body turns you on, no one's around, and you want to have sex with it, but then you're like, nah, that's not too much, and I don't know, it seems disrespectful, I can't. I can't just, just, just feels rude, it feels rude, but I am horny, so I guess I can just lay here and jerk off a little bit.

Ah, fuck that's creepy. And then Dahmer starts to clean up the crime scene, which also turned him on. He made note of that in his mind. For most serial killers, body disposal was a chore. It was not the fun part. For Dahmer, it was definitely part of the fun part.

Dahmer, he was unusual that way. He didn't dump bodies in the woods, like maybe a Gary Ridgeway. The Green River Killer, for example, Dahmer dragged Hicks' body into the bathtub and just dissected it. It took his time because he said he enjoyed it. He buried Hicks's remains in the crawl space under the family home before his dad came home to visit and gave him some time to think about how

to get rid of the rest later when his dad left. When his dad did leave, Dahmer dug up the remains, dissolved what was left with acid and then flushed down the toilet. Then he took the bones, the acid wouldn't dissolve. I had some hydrochloric acid, smashed them with a sledgehammer and a tiny piece, sprinkled these pieces around the yard. Man, his pain attention in science class and having a scientist for a father, I guess paid off when I came to body disposal.

And just like that, Stephen Hicks vanished from the planet. Dahmer had gotten away with murder and now there was no going back. However, he was worried about the accidental nature of the killing, and he knew that if he killed like that again, he could easily get caught. And he didn't really want to kill. He would start to think about what he really wanted was to have a sex life. And it would be a while before he got another opportunity to try and get one. His parents divorced, was finalized at summer.

His dad moved back into the house, his dad's concerned about his son's drinking and Jeff's lack of career ambition. And then Lionel Dahmer convinces Jeffrey to enroll in classes at Ohio State University. Dahmer, the buck guy, not listed among their notable alumni. Weird. Dahmer doesn't last long in college.

His dad pays for a full year in advance and then Dahmer just basically hangs out alone in his dorm room for a few months and just gets fucking hammered by himself all the time Lionel is he gonna fund this bill anymore and faced with either moving back at home and half an egg at a job and have to listen to his dad shit Or going to join the army Dahmer decides to join the army in late 1978 Like the very end of the year. So then in early 1979 Dahmer completes basic training in a station at Fort McLean, in Aniston, Alabama,

before transferring to Fort Sam Houston and San Antonio, Texas. Life in the Army seems to work initially for Dahmer. You know, it gets along with most of his peers, gets above average reports from his superior officers. He's not getting drunk all the time. But then after he completes training as a medical specialist, he transfers to a bomb holder Germany

and his old demons re-emerge. He starts drinking all the time again. Service record starts to decline. He's assigned to work with another medic, Preston Davis. And years after Dahmer was arrested and sent to prison for multiple murders, Preston came forward to say that Dahmer had drugged and raped him, incited armored personnel vehicle. Dahmer is still looking for that immobile sexual play thing. Davis was an embarrassed reporter at the time. and at the time the military didn't have

a great reputation for dealing with sexual predators. Even worse, the reputation that many believe it has now, and he doesn't say anything. Davis gets transferred and is replaced by a 17-year-old from Arkansas, Billy Joel Capchaw, and the raping allegedly intensifies. Man, this is for Capchaw. It began the day he and Dahmer, again, the Army medic, were put into a room together and the salts apparently began at once.

And eventually, this Capsha would leap from the third floor window of this room that they were working in to escape. He said later, I'd probably been raped eight to 10 times. I don't know, he was trying, tying me to the bunk with motor pool rope. It took all my clothing from me. He would either beat me before he raped me or he would beat me after. Eventually, Cap shot was taking to the dispensary for a test with what they called a rape kid to see if you tell the truth. The doctor did nothing. He was sent

back to the room. I was there for another 17 months with Jeff being raped and tortured. He learned 10 years later that the rape kid and the results were just discarded. He says they threw me to the docks. So wow. So Dahmer is, you know, doing some crazy shit over in Germany in the military. And then in 1981, he's given an honorable discharge from the military. Probably the only time the term honorable, whatever be used in association with Dahmer, and it still didn't actually apply. He never confessed to any of the murders, or to any murders while in the military. I maybe just didn't think he'd be able to get away with it, despite shortcomings in the realm of sexual assault, murder is definitely frowned upon in the army,

which is somewhat ironic since it's the end of the day. The army is paid amongst other things, you know, to kill, which I fully support by the way. I was not a critique. The world's never ran on peace and flowers. Historically, pacifism has worked out about as well as fucking communism. Great theory. Great theory. Activating booty from the army, Dahmer is too embarrassed to face his father, takes the military's free discharge ticket to a city of his choosing, and he uses it to head to

Miami. Get away from those hard Midwest winners. He takes a job at a deli, sunshine subs. That's what we're place for Tom at work. Rents a small apartment near the beach. Well, there's a very good chance, you know, he'd probably groove out to, I'll keep forgetting, we're not in love anymore. I'll keep forgetting, things will never be the same again. That song, released by Michael Motherfucking McDonald, was 1982, peaked at number four on the Billboard pop charts.

It was featured on, if that's what it takes. Triple M's debut studio solo album, after leaving the Dooby Brothers the previous year, the album itself would peak at number six on the US Billboard charts and receive a gold certification after selling well over 100,000 copies. Okay, yeah, I didn't do it to you last week.

I felt like you were due. But after a while, Darmers drinking gets some in trouble again and the sunshine subsuits have had enough. And Darmers gets fired from missing shifts and showing up drunk. Yep, yep, yep. Even as fucking cool as the people

that sunshine subs are, they sound like a cool place to work. You gotta show up to work sometimes. You can't, and then when you do show up occasionally, you can't be drunk when you do show up. Dahmer doesn't give a fuck. More time for him to get drunk on the beach, but Dahmer's landlord does give a fuck

when he can't pay rent because he's blown all his money on boost. And he gets evicted in the fall of 1981. After trying to live on the streets, taking it to those streets, Dahmer finally broke down and called his dad. In late September, 1901, Tom moved back to Ohio to live with his dad

who would remarried. Jeffrey was expected to find a job and help out around the house. Instead, he went out and blew his dad's money, getting drunk while pretending to look for a job. Hmm. Lionel was furious when he found out, yeah, I would be too.

Jeffrey promised to clean up his act. And then a short time later, he gets arrested and charged with drunk and disorderly conduct after police find him wandering around downtown, hammered harassing people. That December, Lionel sent Jeffrey to go live with Jeffrey's grandma, Lionel's mother, and suburban Milwaukee, December of 1981. And it was a grandma's house, 2, 3, 5, 7, South, 57 Street in West Alice, Wisconsin, where Dahmer would kill three more young men. Lionel hoped it'd have him to help take care of Granma Catherine. We give Jeffery some sort of purpose in life. Instead, it just gave him a place to lure young dudes to an early and painful death.

Now Dahmer was told to look for a job again. In this time, he not only looked, he got a job. He got a job as a flowbottomist at the Milwaukee Blood Plasma Center. While working in the plasma center, Dahmer once tried to fulfill his murderous urges in a non-homicide way by taking home a liter of blood and drinking it. Apparently he thought it tasted delicious. And he wanted more, but he's afraid to get caught

and get fired. God, plasma centers do have some interesting characters as them. I used to go to one in college all the time. I remember it was this win-win with drinking, where I didn't have much money. And I would sell plasma, I would give them part of my blood to get beer money,

and it was great, like if I did it on a Friday, it was perfect because then I would have less blood so I would get drunk faster and have to drink less to get drunk. So I would save money on the alcohol and have money to buy more alcohol. And such a crazy binge drinking. I can't imagine doing that now.

I can college with so insane. But I remember that one of the funniest things that happened to me or around me as in college that I would just crack up about all the time to this day is my buddy Paul would go with me to the plasma centers. Like the two of us, you know, it was my best buddy in college. We would go to these Plasma Center. And sometimes we would do it earlier in the week too. And sometimes we did it on a Wednesday.

And we had this Wednesday night class together one semester. Sociology 101. It was a 6 p.m. to 9 p.m. once a week class. And it would give it like a little 10 break kind of intermission in the middle, because it was so long, everybody's sitting there. And you know, and Paul was a, you know,

he was a studious person. He would show up to class all the time. And then one day, he doesn't show up to sociology. And I'm like, you know, this is pretty cell phone. When everybody had cell phones, so I couldn't just text him, like, hey, dude, what the fuck, where are you? And it was just weird.

I'm like, where is this guy? Where is this guy? And then about 15 minutes before the intermission, Paul, Paul staggers into class, and he's so pale. He is so white, and he has dirt and like grass clippings on the side of his face and he had like a fleece jacket and it's like dirt and stuff. Shit all over the fucking back of it like pieces of grass

and leaves and I'm just like, what's like, I'm like, what happened to you and he just seems out of it. He seems out of it. Well, you know, few minutes later, the intermission hits and I go ask him like, dude, what happened and it turned out he had given, he had given too much plasma. I don't know, you know, maybe he just didn't eat before or something. And there was this huge and spoken watch in this place was right next to the division,

so one of these big major streets. And he's trying to cross that after giving plasma. And mid crossing a major street. He starts to pass out like the light starts to go dim. So he said he just, you know, he's got his fucking backpack on. He must have just looked like such a ridiculous character. He's got long hair at this time, skinny guy. He's got his little like burglar kind of cap on his head and he's and he just starts kind of shuffling to the side of the road. So can just you just wants to make it off to the side of the road And he barely makes it off the road and then there was one of those ditches, you know Would they have for water runoff? Whatever and he just like passes out as he hits the side of the road and just tumbles in the fucking ditch

and then just you know from about Six o'clock to about you know 715 He just passed out in the ditch inside of the road. And he fucking wakes up and thinks, well, I should still go to class. I can't miss a whole week's where the class, you know, and he just showed up looking like, oh, so out of it, God, that was a funny visual.

I laughed so fucking hard when he told me that story. Ah, that wasn't just funny to me. But anyway, so yeah, Dahmer, I can, and I would say, there were so many creepy characters. I remember one dude tried to get me to go on some drug run with him. Some dude I didn't know at all just sitting in the bed next to me getting his blood drawn. There was always fucking weirdos in that place. So I can totally picture Dahmer working in a place like that.

Well, 1982, Dahmer gets arrested. He begins, he begins first, first sex crime. He's already been, you know, caught by the police once. For being drunk. Now it's a little further. August 6, 1982, Donmer gets arrested for his first, yes, sex crime with a local fare. He's walking around drinking from a bottle by himself, like the absolute social deviant creepy was.

And Donmer decides it would be fun at some point to take his pants off and show his dip to a large group of women and children. The police did not think it was fun and they charged honor with sex crime that he plea bargained down to drunk in disorderly contact. Ended up only having to pay 50 bucks. $50 fine. That's it. That's the going rate apparently for showing your dip to kids at a fair in the early 80s was constant. Elephant ear. $1. Cotton candy. $1. Cheeseburger. $1.50. Forrestons and Kids and Moms to see your dick behind the tilt world, 50 bucks. Huh, well, when he wasn't showing his dick to kids, Dom were also trying to join him in Milwaukee's thriving gay nightlife scene, but instead of hitting on dudes and enjoying consensual sex like someone who's well-adjusted and not a sadistic fucking maniac, Dom went

back to his old army dating techniques, drug and enraping. In addition, drug and dudes, he met at bars. He also started going to bath houses, drug and dudes there. Did it so much, so much drug and he'd eventually be banned from one of Milwaukee's bath houses, club bath, where it got out there, and Dahmer was blacklisted from the whole bath house scene. Also in the early 80s Milwaukee, in Milwaukee,

Dahmer once walked past the department window late one night, while he was hammered, like usual, Domer being Domer, and some mannequin, in some department store window, he thought was hot. So he busted the window, took the mannequin, back to the ground, he risked arrest to get this fucking mannequin, takes it back to grandma's house,

takes it up to the bedroom, and uses it to satisfy his sexual urges for perfectly still sexual partners, as we desired. Sadly, the interviewer asked him about this mannequin, did not ask him if he had drilled a hole for its butthole, or like a whole words mouth was. Did Dahmer's mannequin have a butthole? That's one of the great questions of our time that will never be answered. Having sex, whatever kind of sex he has is mannequin.

Train Domher to dehumanize future victims. He would say, I train myself to view others as objects of pleasure instead of people. He does kind of talk like that too. He talks no emotional affect. Eventually, though, his grandma finds a mannequin and forces him to throw it away. So, I'm guessing it did have a mouth and butthole. I don't think grandma, Catherine, makes a grown man throw away a normal mannequin and forced him to throw it away. So I'm guessing it did have a mouth in butthole. You know, I don't think grandma, Catherine makes a grown man throw away a normal mannequin. I think it was a little modified. You know, Jeffrey, why do you have that mannequin in the closet? I've been thinking about a career as a tailor grandma or perhaps a fashion designer.

Oh, well then why don't you drill a hole in mouse? And why is this old greasy around its mouth? Well, because take its pants off, Jeffrey. I wanna see something. Jeffrey, does this mannequin have a greasy butt hole? Grandma, please, you're no tailor. You use your old that sex doll in the dumpster. And don't let the neighbor see you. I don't know, my old people are always a little southern and hindsight maybe grandma should have let Jeffrey keep the mannequin

You know probably not but maybe it would have been satiated to set statistic urges a little while longer I don't know if we tossed out the mannequin. He got a new idea started reading the obituary Dig up recently buried bodies of young men, you know and have some new human corpse sex mannequins and have some new human corpse sex mannequins. Domer actually tried this, but soon realized, basically immediately realized that digging up a body out of a cemetery is way fucking harder that it looks like a movie. You don't get to knock it out in an hour

with the garden shovel. So he gives up after starting on his first dig. 9-24 after being unemployed for two years after his lobotomous position was eliminated. How the fuck do you pull that off? Young dude, just not getting a job for two years after his lobotomy's position was eliminated. How the fuck do you pull that off? Young dude, just not getting a job for two years. You know, he worked there only for ten months. Domorgas is a job finally now working the graveyard shift, how fitting at the Ambrosia

Chocolate Factory founded in Milwaukee in 1894 by Otto J. Schoneleber and Milwaukee Wisconsin. According to bychockda.com, Ambrosia has established a reputation as the most complete line of quality chocolate products for the bakery, confectory, cereals, ice cream, dairy, food servers, and retail, private label markets in North America. Well, during the 80s, Ambrosia does have several hundred employees, which means they were making a lot of chocolate,

which means, and if you list and who ate some chocolate in the 80s, probably ate a little bit of Ambrosia chocolate, which means there's also not an altogether small chance. You ate a little bit of diamonds, chocolate lit! Chew on that, chew on that. Dahmer would still be working at Ambrosia when he was finally arrested for murder in 1991. Wow, Dahmer in the Chocolate Factory, that is fucking creepy.

On September 6, 1986, Jeffrey Dahmer would have his second running with police over some disturbing public nudity. Dahmer was walking along, Milwaukee's, Kinney Kinneck River, also known as the KK River, not known as the KKK River. That's a very different river. Drinking, creeping, lurking, like the complete fucking social deviant he was.

Walking along a stretch of the river, frequented by junkies and hobos, thinking about sex and murder. You know, again, just classic Dahmer, just Dahmer being Dahmer. Ideally, he'd stumble upon another hitchhiker like his, and recreate that opportunity he found in his youth at summer after high school. But alas, he'd just stumbled upon a couple of young boys playing along the river and thought I guess, you know, how about I just whip my dick out and jerk off in front of these kids

instead? Well, the kids are smart. They ran away, they told their folks, and the police were called. Donner instead of fleeing, just thought, you know, why don't I just finish jerking off here on the muddy banks, the KK River, and then enjoy the last of my fucking beer.

A little more pills, and they're a little more jerking off. You know, because he's a class you do. The police, they show up, charged Donner with lude, and lascivious behavior, a crime that in the state of Wisconsin was a sex crime at that time. It may still be now, definitely was then. But he plea bargains again, pleads guilty to disorderly conduct, gets a small fine,

and he years probation. What the fuck? I feel like jerking off on the road bank in front of some kids to get you mandatory jail time. Maybe some counsel. What do I know? Jeff tells Grammack Catherine and dad that the boys were mistaken.

He was just pee and you guys. He was just urinating. Maybe those kids mistook his vigorous shaking of urine and white pee coming out of his hard penis for jerking off, you know? No, you're not a monster. He's just, you know, he's just peeing in a weird way. He likes to pee when his penis is erect and he likes to pee a small amount of white liquid instead of yellow urine

So they believe him they believe he's not a monster probably just because they don't want to you know I don't want to fucking rationalize what he's becoming or I have to admit what he's becoming they want to rationalize it away so Second murder. Okay, let's get to that 1987 nine years After his first murder a Dahmer would kill again in 87 he later commented on the long cooling off period, saying they're just having been an opportunity to do what I wanted to do. But then on the evening of September 15, 1997, Domer met Steve Tumey at a bar called Club 219 in Milwaukee.

They got hammered together. They left the bar to go to the nearby ambassador hotel and downtown Milwaukee after last call. Domer later said his plan was to drug Tumey and have sex with him, but then he woke up to morning of September 16th next to Tumey's lifeless corpse. He'd gotten blackout drunk and crushed Tumey's chest. There was blood coming out of Tumey's mouth.

He'd strangle him, beat him to death. Dommer was obviously worried he'd get caught. But ever the cold, soulless killer, he made himself some coffee in the room. He just called me, shook off his hangover. Then this is crazy me. He just went out, put a do not disturb sign on the door, walked to a nearby department store, bought a giant suitcase, headed back to the room before check out time, then just stuffed to me's body, to me was a small man into the suitcase, just wheeled him out of the

hotel, all cash, into a taxi, then off to grandmother's house they went. Wow, luckily for Dahmer, unfortunately for future victims, grandma was asleep and then off to grandmother's house they went. Wow, luckily for Dahmer, unfortunately for a future victim's grandma was asleep and then Jeff took the suitcase down to the basement. And then while grandma slept one floor above him, Jeffrey fucked the corpse in the basement and then jerked off on it and then laid down next to it. Then grandma still asleep, one floor away, Jeffrey cuts the flesh and guts from the bones, throws all that in the garbage bags, smashes the flesh and guts from the bones, throws all that in the garbage bags, smashes the bones with a hammer into the basement floor, grinding them

into a fine powder, flushes the bone powder down the toilet, whole process took a couple hours. Then he just cleaned up the basement and all the evidence of a murder was gone. Except for two things. Steve Tumey's head and cock-a-balls. He saved those, seriously. He bleached the head in some strange attempt to preserve it, made some sick preservation attempt with the genitals,

tried to mummify them, and then kept them in a box in his bedroom closet. And then occasionally he'd bring the head out from time to time, or the genitals, genitals, and masturbated to him. Whoa, God knows what else. God knows exactly how he did that. I don't even, that is even too much for me

to think about exactly what he was doing with those different puzzle pieces. Okay, shortly after this time, Dahmer's killing spree almost came to a premature end when his dad worried about his son's constant drinking and previous running with the law decides to search his son's room and find some box. He demands that Jeff, Jeff ran lock it,

Jeff refuses. Then he goes into his room, takes the box. He demands that Jeff, Jeff ran a locket, Jeff refuses. You know, then he goes into his room, takes the head and gendels out, replaces them with some porn. He also had hidden his room. And then the next morning, he tells his dad, all right, you know, go ahead. I don't know, I confess, go ahead and open it.

Lionel finds the porn, tells us some, mm-mm, mm-mm, bad boy, Jeffery. Tells him to throw it away, and that was the end of that. After the second murder, Dom or new, he would absolutely kill again. He'd later confess after the second time it seemed like the compulsion to do it was too strong and I didn't even try to stop after that.

Well, 1988 is going into full serial killer mode now. January 1988, Dom or Strikes Again returning to club 219 to lure another young man back to Graham as basement before going into the bar. He runs in to 14 year old male prostitute James Doxotor. Jesus man, is it this kid's life wasn't already hard enough? Fucking 14 years old, male prostitute runs into Dahmer. Dahmer talks to kid and to come back to grandma's house with him for some drinks and a new photo shoot.

This would kind of be his pickup technique for the rest of his serial killing career. Once there, they drink some beers, have sex in Dahmer's room, doxestores drink full of sleeping pills and after he passes out Dahmer strangles him to death and sexually violates his corpse. Then takes doxestores, body to the basement and dismembers and disposes of it again. March 24th, 1982, months later, he lures another unsuspecting victim from club 2019, 23 year old Richard Guero to his grandma's house and the night ends the same way. October 23rd, 1988, a Dahmer's reign of terror almost comes to an end. He meets Richard flowers at a bar, brings it back to

grandma's house, spikes his drink, but this time before he can strangle Richard, his grandma's calling out for him. Catherine had heard them come home, wanted to remind Dahmer that he wasn't allowed to bring visitors home. What is surreal sight? He's like mid-strangle. And then, you know, and then he's here, like some scene out of like psychos, some Norman Bateshirt, just, Jeffrey! Yeah, free! What are those noises? I, I, what did I tell you? Well, he's not able to kill flowers

and get away with it. So he instead calls a cab for the heavily drug flowers, drives him to the hospital, dumps him off at the ER. Well, once flowers comes, too, we file as a police report against Dahmer for being drug, but the police don't take it seriously, and flowers can't remember the exact address of Dahmer's house. So he avoids the police's time, but grandma's had enough. She complained to Lionel, Dahmer's dad, about late-night visitors, and about the foul smells coming from the basement. Fuck. She's also sick of the drinking. She's, Jeffrey, I'm sick of the drinking and the, and the smells of rotting human flesh. I don't know which one I could test more.

No, I'm sure, obviously she did not know while I was down there. She kept finding empty liquor and beer bottles around the house and there was time for Jeff to get a place of his out. Well, in September 1988, Jeff moves out. He gets an apartment at 808, North 24th Street in Wisconsin, and walkie-distance of the Ambrosia chocolate factory. And then the night after he moves in, he does not fucking waste time.

He meets a 13-year-old kid from the neighborhood, tells him he's gonna give him $50, takes new photos, back his place, dude, just says, fuck, he has no qualms about age. Jesus, the kid agrees, Dahmer gives him a drink, lays for sleep and pills, and after a few sips, the kid begins to feel sick and he runs off.

Dahmer thought things would just turn out like they did with Richard Flowers, and he lets the boy go. Well, it's different this time. The kid makes it home, the boy's parents taken to the hospital after pumping his stomach, a doctor at the hospital, report to the incident to the police, and then after questioning the boy,

the police have the boy lead them back to Dahmer's apartment. Dahmer's not home. When they first get there, he's working at the Ambrose and chocolate factory, making some of that chocolate that you probably have had in your stomach. And then the police come back the next day, they locate, identify Donmer. No plea bargain to drunken disorderly this time. Jeffrey Donmer is charged with exploitation of a minor and second degree sexual assault. Well, he does get a reduced charge. He pleads guilty to felony sexual assault, agrees to serve a year in the county jail and be placed on probation for five years and to register as a sex offender

for the rest of his life. Well, March 25th, 1989, unable to pay his rent from jail before beginning his sentence, Dahmer moves back in with Kramel. God knows how he explained his recent charges to her and his dad. Oh man, then on March 25th, again, 1999, he thought about, you know, a year was going to be a long time to go without being able to kill somebody again. So he lures another dude to grandma's basement, 24-year-old

Anthony Sears, a part-time model that Jeffrey had met in a bar, talked into, you know, taken him back home for some drinks. How do you fucking pull that off? He must, obviously, they say it was charismatic. He must have been a strange, he cares about it. Like, hey, I'm spending some time with my grandma. I mean, it's one thing to bring somebody back to your house from a bar. Another thing to bring him back to your fucking grandma's house when you're in your mid-20s.

But he does, he gets him back, you know, with the lure of, I guess, money for a new photo shoot. Grandma's asleep this time, the two of them have consensual sex before a dom or drugs and murder seers. Then he gets rid of everything in the way he does, except for his head and cock and balls. Steve Tumey's head and genitals had not survived the test of time as

jommered hope they become riddled from the bleach and they've been crumbling apart. I guess that was unacceptable for his sexual needs. So he tries out some new embalming techniques on sears, head and genitals. And then in a ball, he moved dark, pun intended, decides to keep sears, Generals. And then in a ball, he moved dark pun intended. Decides to keep Sears balls, penis and head in a box that he would keep in his employee locker at the chocolate factory. What the fuck?

Although he started his one year jail sentence in May, he'd have work release and be able to visit Sears parts during the day. Unbelievable. This guy is so dark and weird. He seems like a member of a different species. Well, May 23rd, 1989, uh, Donner begins his year sentence. And according to prison officials, uh,

he's a model inmate, I guess visiting, you know, his fucking cock and balls at his work locker, Captain Kong, uh, didn't get in fights, didn't revert back to his army days of raping other inmates. Um, ironically though, uh, during his one furlough, uh, he's let out for 12 hours on Thanksgiving to see his family, uh, he goes to a bar instead with the plan to rape and kill somebody. And so I've getting raped himself, not joking. He gets blackout drunk, wakes up next morning to someone

satamizing him with the candle stick. The guy was holding him down, wouldn't let him go, but then does let him go. How ironic is that? He doesn't get raped in jail, but he does get raped the one day he's led out of jail. I would feel sorry for him if he wasn't Jeffrey fucking monster Dahmer. In March of 1990, he's released from jail by May. He has himself a new apartment near Ambrosia near the Chocolate Factory at 924 North 25th Trade apartment number 213.

An apartment that would become synonymous with torture, cannibalism, and death in Milwaukee. And it begins a 16th month reign of fucking terror on the city of Milwaukee that would end with his final rest in July 2nd, 1991. Before we examine his final 12 murders, let's take a little look into what makes someone like Dahmer tick and a little more in depth and hop out of this timeline.

Good job, soldier. You've made it back. Barely. Well, Dommer's jail sentence was a bit of a four-second cooling-off period for Dommer. And once he got out, he never cooled off again. By the time Dommer got out, he knew who he was, he knew he was a killer, he got away with killing and disposing of five young men already. He kept his most recent victims head and generals as a trophy. He'd visited almost daily for the past year. There was no rehabilitating him at this point. If there ever was before, there was only the hunt for more victims, the quest for the sex slave. Dommer would say years later that killing wasn't his primary motivation.

He just wanted a human body to do whatever he wanted. Whenever he wanted to do it, he wanted a zombie, but since the sex zombie isn't possible, you'd have to kill and kill again. And since he clearly was sexually stimulated by dismemberment, and you don't get to continually dismember the same living person, he must have known on some level that he was going to have to continually kill forever to satisfy his dark sexual cravings. And while in jail, while he couldn't drink, Dom or Dispen some time left and waits. You know, this is the guy who kills his victims by hand, and now he's even more physically suited to his dark task.

Once back out of jail and into his new apartment Dahmer appeared on the surface to be an ideal neighbor. Worked at night, slept during the day, he was quiet, kept to himself, most of his neighbors never even saw him. Well, despite appearing to be a good neighbor, Dahmer began killing again almost immediately, days after moving in. On May 20th, he went out and picked up a 32-year-old prostitute, Raymond Smith, inviting back home, then strangles him after having sex, dismembered and disposes of Raymond's body except for the bones, after

little necrophilia, and then he places some of Raymond's bones around the house's ornaments. He keeps Raymond's head, which he paints gray, unusual choice, and sticks in the fridge. A week later, Lewers another man back to his apartment, but then accidentally drinks the wrong drink. He drinks the spike drink himself and passes out, wakes up to find his variables missing. No word on if the thief ever saw the gray head in the fridge before bolting.

That would be fucking weird. You know, you'd want to call the police, but you did just rob a dude, so you don't want to turn yourself in. You know, I think you make an anonymous hotline call at that point. Not sure if it would be taken seriously though. I'm sorry.

What color did you say the head was there, buddy? Gray. Okay. Gray head in the freezer or fridge was it? Oh, all right. And possible penis and testicles is what were they also painted? Were they painted gray? No.

Oh, and he had some kind of a pinnacle board made out of a femur. Okay. Okay. How about you sleep off, whatever you've been shooting up and you call us back tomorrow their friend. Okay. All right. Talk to you later. After this guy gets away, Dommer gets a little more sophisticated with security. Made a little harder for people to sneak away, installs extra locks on the doors to make it harder for people to get out, installs and alarms on the door so he can hear it goes off. If someone sneaks out when he's not looking, Dahmer would later reflect on his time from prison saying that the more he killed, the more it took to satisfy his dark urges, the more disturbing things

you'd have to do to get off. For example, he gets into necrophilia, keeping the body around longer to have sex that before disposing of it. And he becomes, you know, more sexually attracted to specific body parts. That parcel is the thing we were talking about, such as the calf and biceps. He'd masturbate with one hand while holding a dismembered bicep in the other hand. Motherfucker.

Can you imagine a walkie-dunnel somebody doing that? Hey, Jeff, you left your mailbox key and the bow, what the fuck? Oh, no, it's not what it looks like, Randy. It well, it looks like you're standing over a dead body, missing most of its fucking body, and then you're holding onto one of his muscles and jerking off my friend.

Oh, well, in that case, it's exactly what it looks like. And then it takes even further. It starts eating his victim's muscles. This too is sexual for him. Part of his desire for control, he says later, I was branching out. That's when the cannibalism started. Eating the heart and arm muscle was a way of making me feel that they were a part of

me. It made me feel like they were a permanent part of me. It gave me sexual satisfaction to do that. My God, he was a fucking deviant. It's still even eating that wasn't enough. After a little while, he tries to make them into sex zombies. Dommer said, the killings were just a mean to an end to create zombies. That's why I tried to create living zombies.

And he says all this shit so casual like he's talking about the pepperoni on the pizza was not to my liking. That's why I ordered a Canadian bacon pizza next. Holy shit. Uh, he details how I tried to make a zombie saying I tried to keep the person alive by inducing a zombie like state by first injecting diluted acid solution into their brain or hot water. And it never did completely work. Yeah, you fucking idiots, because it's impossible to do that.

Some of the victims of the zombie experiments did live for hours though, but all eventually died. Most likely very painful deaths. He eventually developed other ways to keep his victims around a little bit longer. At least their bodies. Please found numerous polaroid, oh, not their bodies, I'm sorry, the evidence of that, like to reflect on later. Police found numerous Polaroid photos of his various victims

in various states of decomposition, so he could mentally revisit whenever he felt like his rapes and attacks later. It was my way of remembering their physical appearance, their beauty, he would say. I considered even more creepy shit. He said, if I couldn't keep them with me, whole, I wanted to keep their skeletons

I even went so far as planning on setting up an altar with 10 different skulls and skeletons as a sort of memorial During his final killing spree, Dahmer became obsessed with the movie the extra sister 3 He would watch it all the time in between doing these things and he said he identified with the feeling of being compelled towards evil acts by some murderous demon that's possessing you. Okay, well, victim Errol Lindsay was the first man, Dahmer tried to turn into his zombie in April of 1991. He lured Errol, who would be his sixth victim since moving into his new apartment, back to his place for drinks and photos. Classic Dahmer, you find a good pickup line, you fucking stick with it. You don't get extra points for creativity. Jeffered bots, some hydrochloric acid from a local hardware

store, same type of acid that have been thrown into the faces of numerous women's faces, numerous women's, excuse me, in recent years to horribly disfigure them. You've probably heard of those stories. It happens a lot in Bangladesh for some reason, often as revenge for rejected marriage proposal, which is why there's that old saying. Don't say no to a desperate man holding a jar of acid

in Bangladesh. That's where that comes from. Jeff Jeffrey told the clerk that he needed it to clean bricks. He's using it for some home repairs. And after Dommer drugged Lindsey instead of strangling him, like he usually did, he drilled a hole through his forehead and tried pouring in some of the acid. Well, the experiment doesn't work. It just woke up Lindsey for a second who asked Dommer where he was, what was happening before passing back out and then dying almost immediately. Donald then gave up, you know, I guess, you know, strangled him to make sure he's dead, dismembered him, and then kept Errol's head and added it to his growing school collection that he, you know, would like to watch the X-ray-sistery with. I wonder if, like at some point, you just haven't

been watching the X-ray for like the 30th time, just talking to his fucking growing pile of human skulls, take her from dudes, he's raping and killed. Did he ever like in a moment just think just what the fuck am I doing? This is getting out of control. This is getting real weird. I'm weird. I'm weird in myself out. This has gone too fucking far. I doubt it though. I doubt it. At this time he's still working on the chocolate factory. I am fascinated by people how they can be that fucked up at home, but still function out in society.

You know, still go to work, enough to not get fired, you know, still talk to people, do normal stuff, the ability for people to rationalize horrific actions, can I compartmentalize their lives that way, just fascinates me. Well, May 24, 1991, Dom or Lures Tony Hunes, who was both deaf and mute back to his home, after writing him a note, asked him to come back and take naked photos. Strangles and his members as well killed again two days later and what many would consider to be the worst of his crimes. This one is especially bad.

After an afternoon of heavy drinking and watching the extras, three again, Dahmer being Dahmer, he goes out hunting, his low on money, decides to skip the gay bar. Instead he decides to troll around his neighborhood, runss into 14 year old liatian boy, Conorak sent us some phone. Well, ironically the younger brother of the 13 year old Dahmer had molested back in 1998. Well, sent us some phone, came home with Dahmer, who then drugged and then orally and angly raped him.

This kid, then Dahmer leaves to go to the bar, thinking send us some phone would just be out for a few hours. I guess you want to have a couple of celebratory drinks and fucking weird shitty doing. I don't know. Maybe we're back another one to horrify them. Who knows? But he returns and he finds a naked sent us some phone talking to two female neighbors outside his apartment.

Conscious but still drugged, babbling incoherently in lay, in lay ocean. No one can understand this poor Katie's bleeding from his anus. So the women call the police. Domer tries to explain to us a domestic dispute just to lovers quarrel. The police show up and Domer tells him sent us some phone was an intoxicated 19 year old boyfriend of another man He knew the police buy it because he's a smooth talker and Domer takes sent us some phone back into his apartment in front of everybody Shuts the door and then the real horror begins. He drills a hole into sentencing phone's brain, pours hydrochloric acid, and again, it doesn't work.

Acid kills him, and sentencing phone just becomes another skull for Dahmer's growing altar. While May 26, additional police officers, a follow-up of the sentencing phone case, Jeff lets him inside. And again, he's a smooth talker. He just leads him into the living room, you know? To talk while sent to some dead body

is lying on the bedroom floor, just feet away from them. Answers, whatever questions they had, well enough that they leave and never come back to investigate what happened to young sentison film. On June 30, 1991, Dahmer is at it again, luring, drugging, strangling, and dismembering 20-year-old met Turner after meeting him with the Chicago Gay Pride Festival and convincing him to travel back to Milwaukee with him on a Greyhound bus for professional photo shoot. Again, fucking the talking skills in this dude. How do you, if one thing to pick up somebody at a fucking bar or festival or whatever,

another thing to take him home, another thing to take him on a fucking Greyhound trip home. It's not like they're going to think you're fucking rolling in the dough. The very next weekend, Domart takes another trip to Chicago to his new hunt and ground where he meets Jeremiah Weinberger, commences him to travel back to Milwaukee with him as well. And in an interesting break from his MO, they have consensual sex and pass out together. Well, Weinberger wakes up alive in one piece next morning,

but then when he tells Dommer he wants to go back home, the Milwaukee cannibal is not having it. And he tries to talk Weinberger, who is a fairly decent-sized physical dude himself. Maybe he thought he just couldn't overpower him. And instead tries to talk him into one last drink before he hit the road. And of course, he's spiked that drink.

Weinberger's knocked out. And then, as part of his usual routine, now, Jeff Sodomize is the unconscious man. But then, instead of strangling him, takes another stab at his zombie creation. He drills a hole into a skull. But then this time, instead of using acid, he pours in boiling water, and it works kind of. Doesn't kill him, but it

leaves him in a coma-like state, and that wasn't what Dahmer wanted. He wanted a mindless human being that had no will of his own, but could still like move around. You know, still had physical control of their body, could still follow commands. So he has frustrated, strangles Weinberger, and puts his body parts in head in the fridge. Now this makes me wonder if Donald was born in like 2060 instead of 1960 where you know when Westworld like realistic sex robots are going to be totally part of our reality. I firmly believe that would he be a serial killer then you know would sex with robots actually dramatically reduce you know his violent urges. You know will they reduce these kind of sex crimes in general?

Do the sex slave, Dom, or wanted to have to technically be human or just look and feel exactly like a human? I feel like I've just thought up the Dom or argument to use in pro sex robot discussions. It's like, you don't want sex robots. Do you want another fucking Dom or is that what you want? Do you, do you, just frame the argument that way? Do you want Dom or do you want fucking sex robots?

It is either or, I don't know. I kind of want them around, I don't know. Maybe that's my deviant part. I'm just curious exactly what they look like. By the middle of July 1991, Dumber, it said so many body parts in his fridge, he literally doesn't have room anymore for regular food. How fucking insanely horrific is that?

He has a fridge full of heads, biceps, calves, hearts, other odd human parts. I wonder if he ever ate, this is really dark, but I wonder if he ever ate so much human flesh. He just got tired of it, you know? Like how salmon can be great for like one dinner, but if all you have is salmon at home and you just have salmon 10 nights in a row,

eventually you're gonna open up your fridge unlike the 11th night and be like, fucking salmon! So sick of fucking salmon! Like the Dahmer ever open up your fridge, unlike the 11th night and be like, fucking salmon! So sick of fucking salmon! Like the Dahmer ever opened up his fridge and just be like, all right. I guess I'm having dude again. Dude sandwiches for lunch,

dude sausage for breakfast, dude steak for dinner. I am so sick of dude. Dude, dude, dude. It's all I ever eaten this place. Well, Dahmer strikes again in July 15th, 1991, luring, drugging, strangling, and dismembering 23 year old amateur bodybuilder, Oliver Lacey.

You know, I guess if you're going to eat almost nothing but biceps and calves, you might as well go for the best biceps and calves in the land. And then on July 19th, true tragedy strikes, Domer is fired from the chocolate factory. And Domer is devastated for several minutes. Then he gets over it and goes back to killing. Same night, he's out hunting and he finds

25-year-old Joseph Raidhoff, a father of three from Minnesota, Joe had traveled from Milwaukee, or two Milwaukee to get a job. Turned out the job was gone by the time he got there. He was down to his last few dollars, trying to get back out of town. Dommer finds Joe down in his luck at a bus stop, plays the part of the friendly and sympathetic ear,

suggests they go back to his place for a few drinks. Told Joe he'd pay him for some nude photos. Now, Brayt Haas family claims he was straight, Domer would later claim they had consensual sex. Who knows? Domer drugs and strangles Joe, but then instead of dismembering him, just leaves his body on the bed for several days.

And he wants to, you know, he's changing and a little bit he wants to try. He can't get to zombie, but maybe he can just enjoy the corpse a little while longer. I guess July 24th 1991, Dahmer tries to kill one last victim. You met 31 year old Tracy Edwards and two other men told him they should all come back to his places and drinks.

Then told Tracy two friends the wrong address and then hops in the taxi with Tracy. Tracy didn't notice the address, Ruse later testified at this point in the evening. He still doesn't feel endangered. Dommer was engaging in articulate, seemed like a nice dude. Once Dommer got Edwards back in his department, he began pressuring him to take his clothes off, takes him to take his photos. While Edwards was reluctant, or when he was reluctant, Dommer suggests a beer, Dommer

then brings Edwards an unopened beer, and also a rum and coke mixed with his perfect sleeping pill mix. But Edwards' little skeptical just takes sips of his drink, so it doesn't knock him out, and then he feels like something's off. Then he notices some boxes of acid in the corner. Smells a strange odor. Gets cold feet, starts to get up to leave, and then Dahmer slaps a hand cuff on his wrist. They begin to struggle. Edwards was able to keep Dahmer from getting the second hand cuff on his other hand. Then Dahmer grabs a large knife and Edwards freezes. But then instead of stabbing Edwards, Dahmer puts his head up against Edwards Chess,

tells him he's going to eat his heart. How fucking terrifying is that? Then Edwards has a chance to hit Dahmer, does so, runs down the street with a handkopf still in his wrist, tells him he sees some police officers, flags him down. Edwards then leads the police back to Dahmer's apartment, an old silver tongue Dahmer starts talking them out of pursuing them out of once again. But then Edwards himself runs back in Dahmer's apartment. An old silver tongue Dahmer starts talking them out of pursuing them out of once again, but then Edward's himself runs back in the apartment to show the officers the knife Dahmer had pulled on him. One of the officers follows ends up seen a collection

of Polaroid's Dahmer has in his bedroom. Polaroids of his victim with dead bodies. Now these photos are beyond macabre. Torso is bent into unnatural positions, heads removed, placed on displays, wandered with his legs, arms, and heads still attached, but his chest opened up. Looks like something on a hell razor. I did look a few up on the web, they actually are on there if you're that morbidly curious yourself. Dom or Trias, you explain away the photos, but the police officers

were disturbed enough to call for more officers who arrived and began to search the apartment, and they open up the refrigerator and see a fucking head staring back at them and that's when it's all over. They find various other body parts, some half eaten. They eventually find an altar of seven carefully cleaned human skulls of vat of acid with the remains of three torsos, still inside and so many other body parts. Domus was caught with the preposterous amount of damning evidence. Doesn't even bother with an attorney during his interrogation. He

wants to tell him everything. That's why we know so much about him. He was so open after being caught. Over the next several days, he confessed to all 17 killings. Even the one going back to when he just graduated high school in Ohio. The creepiest part of the confession was when Dahmer talked to me about his plans for that death shrine. I've referenced. When asked as to why he'd preserved a total of seven skulls in the entire skeletons of two other victims, Dommer stated he'd been in the process of constructing a private altar of victim skulls which he intended to adorn upon the black table located in his living room and upon which he had photographed the bodies of many of his victims, you know, or he had

placed photographs. This display of skulls and photographs was to be adorned each side with the complete skeletons of Ernest Miller and Oliver Lacey. The four severed heads found in the kitchen were to be removed from flesh and using this altar, as well as the skull of at least one future victim. In-sense sticks were to be placed at each end of the black table above which Dahmer intended to place a large blue lamp with extending blue glow-blights. The entire construction was to be placed before a window covered with a black opaque shower curtain, in front of which Dahmer intended to sit in a black leather chair when asked who the altar was dedicated to Dahmer replied

Myself, it was a place where I could feel at home. Fuck, he was evil. He further describes his intended altar as a place for meditation From which he believed he could draw a sense of power adding if this hadn't happened or if this arrest, like if I hadn't been arrested six months later, that's what they would have found. My God. July 25, 1991, Dahmer's charged with four counts of murder by August 22, he charged with a further 11 murders, considered committed in the state of Wisconsin. Same of 14's, investigators in Ohio having uncovered hundreds of bone fragments in the woods where Dahmer had described they would be.

He could charge with another murder. Dahmer was not charged with the attempted murder of Tracy Edwards, nor was the murder of Stephen Tumey. He just wasn't charged with Tumey's murder because the Milwaukee County District Attorney only brought charges where murder could be proven beyond a reasonable doubt. Obviously had enough stuff to put him away forever. And Dahmer had had no memory of actually committing that one.

That was when he blacked out. And he pleads guilty to 15 him away forever. And Dumber had had no memory of actually committing that one. That was one where he blacked out. And he pleads guilty to 15 counts of murder, Wisconsin doesn't have a death penalty. Dumber sends to 15 consecutive life sentences. He would have been eligible for parole in 2000 or 2928. Not kidding. Victims families screamed and lunged at Jeffrey as they got to save final statements to him during

his last day in court. Jeffrey's final words were emotionless, but he said, I know society will never be able to forgive me. I know the families of the victims will never be able to forgive me for what I've done. I promise I will pray each day to ask their forgiveness when the herd goes away, if ever. I have seen their tears and if I could give my life right now to bring their loved woods back, I would do it. And then two years later, Jeffrey himself would be killed by another inmates. The families do get a little bit of the justice they were hoping for.

Christopher Scarver, 25-year-old convicted murderer, had grown sick of Dahmer's prison antics. He'd grown a despised Dahmer because he would fashion severed limbs out of prison food allegedly to taunt other inmates. He drizzled packets of ketchup to make it look like blood. And on the morning of November 8, 1994, when Scarver dulled out some vigilante or Scarver dulled out some vigilante justice in a gymnasium of the Portage Wisconsin prison. Domer 34, Scarver, and at a third admit, Jesse Anderson were led unshackled to clean the bathrooms

by correction officers who left them unattended. It seems a little fishy. They probably wanted Domer God. Scarver, who was repulsed by the youth molesting cannibals lust for flesh, kept in his pocket a newspaper article, apparently, detailing how Dommer had killed, dismembered. And in some cases, eight, his victims, Scarver, just retrieved his mop, was filling the bucket with water. When someone poked him in the back, he turns around.

Dommer and Jesse were kind of laughing out of their breath. Scarver recounted, if right in their eyes, and I couldn't tell which one had done it,' then the three men split up and Scarver followed Dahmer toward a staff locker room. He grabbed a metal bar from the weight room, confronted Dahmer with a new story he had been carrying in his pocket, asked him if he did all those things, because I was fiercely discussed that he was shocked.

He said, "'Yes, he was,' Scarver said. He started looking for the door pretty quick, but I blocked him. And then with two swings of the bar, Scarver crushed Dahmer's skull. He had it up dead. I put his head down. He said, and just like that, the whore that was Dahmer was gone forever.

And kind of interesting there that he would die by another, you know, weight room thing. That was his first murder, if you remember, is when he used a dumbbell to hit the back of that hitchhiker, you know, head, or hit that hitchhiker on the back of the head. And now he gets this. Ugh. Well, before we wrap up this episode forever, let's take a look at how Dahmer's name has remained relevant in pop culture with some weird facts. First weird fact is Chicago Extreme Metal Band at Macabre released an album in 2000 called

Dahmer, where every song is about Dahmer complete with factual lyrics. The most popular song from this album, at least in iTunes, is called Jeffrey Dahmer and the Chocolate Factory. lyrics include umpa, lumpa, duperi, du, jeffries, stirring up some chocolate for you. umpa, lumpa, duperi, du, he worked at the embrosia, chocolate factory. What would you bet Jeffrey goes to the down meat, eating a bunch of the fellas he'd meet? What the fuck, that's fucking dark legs there? McCob may have dropped a most musical Dama references

But they're far from the only band to reference him Keisha references Dama in 2010's Cannibal your little heart goes Peter Patter I want your liver on a platter Use your finger to stir my tea and for dessert I'll suck your teeth be too sweet and you'll be a goner Yeah, popolo Jeffrey Dama references also show up in Chris Brown, Little Wayne, and even Katy Perry songs amongst others. Heavy metal band Soul Fly has a song named Jeffrey Dahmer released in 2010 where they butcher melody,

as effectively as Dahmer butchers people, not big fan of Soul Fly. And then there's the sounds of the lambs. There's an interesting thing there where that came out in the United States on January 30, 1991, that movie, six months before Dahmer's capture. And many think that's part of the United States on January 30, 1991, that movie six months before Dahmer's capture. And many think that's part of the reason he became so infamous, why he's remained in

pop culture. Because after that cannibalistic killer, Dr. Hannibal Lecter America was especially fascinated with the capture of real life cannibal killer Jeffrey Dahmer. And then finally, some recent stuff, some coming up, John Bacter, if known by his pen name of Durf, created a comic about Jeffrey Dahmer, it's titled My Friend Dahmer. And Durf actually knew Dahmer. They were friends, Jeffrey Dahmer and John Baxter,

slash Durf, where classmates in middle school and in high school. And Durf began working on the comics after Dahmer's death in 1994. The graphic novel version of My Friend Dahmer was published in 2012. You can read it if you want, nor know more about Dahmer's high school identity forming years. Or you can watch the film set for release this fall starring Anne Hesch as Donner's mother, Dallas Roberts as his father, and Ross Lynch, better known as Austin Moon, from the hit Disney Kids Show Austin and Allie, the ran from 2011 to 2016 as Donner. Talk about an I am an adult actor now, move.

Goofy Kids Show to Dahmer Interestine Transition. We heard the facts. We heard the facts. So, how intense was this suck? I mean, I knew Dahmer was sick, but I forgot how sick he was. Seventeen dudes died. Only the first died suddenly. He had it the best man and dumbed it to the back of the school.

Literally never saw it coming, but some of the rest met such torturous ends, especially, you know, young synthes and phone, drugs and satamized, only to wake up and escape, and then be taken back into Dahmer's evil lair, have a whole drill in his head, acid poured into his brain. What a terrifying example of deviant excess, needing to push his depravity further and further in order to get off. I think there's a good lesson there. A little experimentation is okay, but, man, don't get addicted to the new. Don't get addicted to taboo.

Stick to the classics as much as possible. Or find a fetish you like and stick with it. Don't don't keep pushing the envelope. Or I don't know, maybe if you're healthy, the envelope pushing is just fine. Maybe there isn't a lesson here. Maybe it was nothing that Dom or did that turned him into who he was.

Maybe he was born a monster. Maybe he would have become some twisted killer no matter what. It's the old nature versus nurture debate. You know, I always lean towards nurture on that, but sometimes I don't know. You know, I try to raise my two kids the same way, but they're very, very different people from birth.

My son Connor has always been sensitive, quick to cry since he was a baby, he's always been very sweet. Always been a people person, always been quick to laugh. My daughter Monroe has always had a little bit of a temper underneath, always, you know, had a defined streak underneath. Always been willful and stubborn ever since she was a baby.

Always been generous to and thoughtful. She'd go with money, always been a saver, Kyler's horrible with money, always been a spender. What if instead of being born stubborn, you know, what if you're born with some kind of fucked up latent sexual attraction to gore and pain? It was always in you just waiting to manifest. Oh man, I don't know. Dom or Tries to explain his motivation in this little clip from an interview. Check this out.

The only motive that there ever was was to completely control a person, a person that I found physically attractive and keep them with me as long as possible. Even if it meant just keeping a part of them. My God. Who knows? Maybe he was born with that weirdo. Dom or said he liked the Exodus 3, you know, again, because he related to the feeling of being possessed

by a murder's demon, as I said earlier. Well, if you haven't seen that one, 92% audience score, 78% critical approval on Rotten Tomatoes. So at least, at least decent taste and horror flicks. But what if that wasn't some cop out? You know, what if it wasn't some way to distance himself from the more responsibility of his crimes? What if some people really can't help being bad? Now, I'm not saying that should let them off the hook of it's true. Actually, if you know someone was just murderous by nature and that

nature could not be corrected, the moral thing to do, the action in favor of the greater good would be to immediately execute them. A lot to think about. The only thing I know for sure, after doing research, and all this, is that I'm not going to read about Circulars for a good few days at least. Man, Domra was fucked up. Let's recap exactly just how fucked up he was with some top five takeaways. Time suck, top five takeaway. Time suck, tough, five, take away.

Number one, Dommer killed three of his victims. It is grandma's basement while his grandma was at home, making him, in addition to being a cold blooded killer, one of the worst and most disrespectful grandkids of all time. Number two, Dommer committed numerous acts of necrophilia, actively tried to make sex zombies, kept a dick, preserved an acetone, and his chocolate factory locker for a year and fucked a mannequin. And you thought you were kinky.

Number three, be very concerned that the only thing your son seems interested in is the dissection of animals. Best case, he wants to be a taxidermist when he grows up, which is still not a good case. No father in the history of fatherhood has ever beamed, meet my son. He's a taxidermist. No, I think it's more like, meet my son. He's, he's, he's a taxidermist. Number four, when American author and scholar, Joseph Campbell said, follow your bliss. If you do follow your bliss, you put yourself on a kind of track that has been there all the while waiting for you and the life you ought to be living is the one you are living.

I love that quote. Try to live my life by that quote, but I'm guessing Joseph didn't have a domer in mind when he came up with it. Might need to amend that for him. Maybe something like follow your bliss. Unless your bliss is violent, dark and perverted, in that case, follow a better person's bliss, you twisted fuck. And number five, some new info, as we're doing now, some researchers recently have begun

to think that Dommer may have been on the Autistic Spectrum. Specifically, he may have had Asperger syndrome. Dommer, who murdered 17 men and boys between 1978 and 1998, was never clinically diagnosed with autism, but evidence exists to suggest he displayed numerous indications of Asperger syndrome. A new study in the Journal of Aggression and Violent Behavioral. The Milwaukee Killer was a loner as a child, unable to bond with anyone.

He was regarded as odd and bizarre. He had difficulty with nonverbal communication such as death of facial expression and his unusual gaze. His gate was mechanical as though his knees were locked while walking. All traits linked with Asperger syndrome. Interesting in that it may go along with what I said earlier. What if, just like you can be born on the autistic spectrum, no one disputes that, you could also be born on the kind of sexual spectrum in a section that predisposes you towards

violent sexual fantasies. Man, so thankful that the broad section of the old JC Penny catalog is still do it for me. Time suck. tough five takeaway. Well, thanks, suckheads for listening. If you're enjoying the suck, please follow it on social media at time suck podcast on Instagram, Twitter, slash time suck podcast on Facebook,

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you're not going to find someone better suited around court of lane. And even if you're not in Northern Idaho, Lindsey can connect you to the right realtor wherever you are in the state. She can't do it herself. And next week on the suck, it's shark week on time suck. Let's get into the water. Or even better, let's stay out of the water. Let's stay safe on land and just talk about creepy shit in the water. I'll be talking about Meglidon, a giant terrifying ancient now extinct shark. One of my greatest fears is to be attacked by shark. I've always been so afraid of it. So irrational probably or maybe it's not, I don't know, it's still freezing out. Even talking about it, a little bit tense. I'm

going to find out, do I really have anything to worry about, or is it all on my head? How many shark attacks occur each year? Where do these attacks occur? You know, what do you do if a shark gets ahold of you? Can sharks nibble off your cock and balls as you float along the surface? Is shark fear real or just media hype? I just wanna learn more about them.

I once scuba dived in an enclosed tank, saltwater tank in a water park in South Africa and the tank had sharks in it. Sharks that were bottom feeders, and I guess, you know, actually could not bite you. We're physically incapable of biting you, and I still started to shake involuntarily. Only time that has ever happened to me, I couldn't stop shaking. Why does this creature terrify me on an essential level? Let's find out.

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