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Thursday, March 11, 2010

Jack the Ripper

Discovery Channel featured a couple of shows regarding serial killers a few days ago. There has always been a certain degree of fascination towards them: what makes them tick, what were they thinking, how different are they really from you and I, what makes them so mysterious, etc. I admit I'm one those people. But I'm quite thankful that my fascination isn't the kind that borders on worship or, worse, being a copycat.


The most famous of them all, of course, was Jack the Ripper who terrorized London in the latter part of the nineteenth century. You would think that with the modern-day serial killers who have kill counts numbering in the double digits, Jack the Ripper, whose known kill count was only five, would've paled in comparison. But no. What made him stand out? He got away with it. And up to this day, nobody knows who he really was.

And then there's his nightmarish M.O. His targets were all prostitutes, who by the nature of their profession would want to take their customers to the most dark and hidden street corners of Victorian London. The best place to commit a crime, wouldn't it? He then would stealthily approach his victim from the back, grab her by the hair, quickly slit her throat twice, then eviscerate her innards, leaving the body in such a way that people who would later find the corpse could only recoil in disgust at the inhumanity and the degradation of it all.

So you begin to question yourself: how could such a person do such barbaric acts? Was there something in his past that would've driven him to commit such abominations? Is it possible that someone was just made that way - that is, if the theory of a 'criminal DNA' is real - did he possess it? How can someone be able to do such things without feeling guilt or remorse and probably derive satisfaction, enjoyment, and thrill from doing so?

And then there's the frightening thought that such people actually do co-exist with us. He could be your neighbor, a friend, an acquaintance - someone you would never associate with the term 'serial killer'. It is not the presence of a criminal aura that sets a serial killer apart they say. It is actually the complete lack of it.

Another thing that makes me wonder is how come I don't get to hear any Filipino version of serial killers? Sure there were in the past deadly and brutal multiple killings but in a way they are also a little bit different. Maybe because these incidents were only committed once as opposed to being committed over a period of time by a single person? Anyway, I'm definitely not wishing that similar things happen here. I was just wondering whether the serial killer phenomenon is purely a Western idea. Or if such things are happening here as well but are just not being reported or recognized for what they truly are.

But I suppose my real fascination with the Jack the Ripper story is not with him or his hideous acts alone but with the power of the human psyche itself. The human brain is truly a wonderful but sometimes a truly terrifying thing. It is capable of thinking up great ideals resulting in man's progress. But it is also quite capable of committing acts that could only be described as insane.

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Monday, March 8, 2010

The Heat is On

I've been yanking at my hair for about a week now out of sheer frustration because of this heat. It's driving me off the wall. I'm not usually one to complain too much about the summer weather. I'm used to it, having lived here in the tropics for over twenty years. But after seeing the thermometer hit the 40 degrees Celsius mark today and feeling the heat literally radiating off the pavement, well yeah this crazy weather's definitely not to my liking.

Kinda weird that just half a year ago, typhoons and flooding were this country's big problem. And now, we've gone to the other extreme of the climate scale. And it gets even better, of course. Even warmer weather is to be expected in the coming weeks, or so the weather experts say. *grumble*

If this isn't an obvious indication of global warming, I don't know what is. People are dying out there in the streets due to heat stroke. Crops are failing, droughts are affecting many of the agricultural regions, and dam levels continue to drop. And those foolish first-world industrialists still won't sign that protocol requiring the reduction of greenhouse gas emissions -- damn hypocrites.

The weather extreme took its toll on my health as well. It's not so bad but I have been feeling slightly feverish for the past couple of weeks. And because of it, I had to impose a no AC, no electric fans, no cold drinks rule on myself. What awesome timing and just when I needed them most! And I'm really not a fan of leaving the windows wide open at night. I have always had an irrational fear since I was a kid that an aswang might decide to perch herself just outside my window and watch me sleep. I'm blaming my now departed grandma for this - her and her crazy horrifying bedtime stories.

I wish the last vestiges of my fever would finally go away so that I can indulge myself in some cool refreshing drinks and shakes again. Or maybe I should go get my head shaved? Yeah, that sounds like a cool idea. Ooh, and of course, avoid wearing black and the rest of the Goth scene. (Not that I'm really into it anyway.) Some people might also recommend that I go to the beach to cool off, but I'm really not a beach person so that's off my list.

Or maybe I could also hire myself some Irish Catholic monks. And get them to chant something like "Rain, o blessed Virgin, rain!" Hopefully, they also know how to chant "Stop, o blessed Virgin, stop!" when the rain becomes too much.

Gah!! *pulls out more hair*

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