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Love On Trial
Love waltzed up to the witness stand
He had nothing to hide, he was a legitimate
business man,
in a dapper suit, looking like a real beaut,
he took an oath on the bible, crossed his heart,
after a sip of water the cross examination could start.
The lawyer paused, his mind filled with thoughts
of old flames burning, nostalgia out of its box "Mr. Love" he stood as he began,
his tone the biased one of the celibate man,
"Tell the court what it is you,
as the embodiment of Love actually do?"
"Well," replied Love, with a strong baritone,
" try and make sure no one ends up alone".
"That dance in your stomach when you notice someone
Those days that look bright even in the absence of Sun
When you notice special people,
the ones that spin in a circle
inside your head.
The Chills, that's what I give you, it pays the bills
and keeps me well fed."
"So, you're a humanitarian, can turn the bookish boy
into a barbarian,
you inspire poets and the don't know its,
the dreamers, you give truth to believers,
Well Mr. Love you're caught out, if that's even your
real name which I very much doubt.
I propose you're a fraud, a money grubbing toad
who was making a living, of sucking people in
and you feel you'd sweeten the deal
by allying yourself with that man!
Let the record show, that I did and know-
lingly point to the month of February not Jan!
That both of you started to hope,
that if you schemed, you could be teamed
up and take, the money people make
with a dirty trick of telling folks,
to be romantic on this day more than most!"
Defence counsel objects, "This is a terrible outburst
it makes no diference, he hasn't the evidence
to back up his claims, alibis check out, I don't see any names
of people to support or refute, but I guess it doesn't hurt to dispute
but his argument is to his cases detriment
it makes him look witless,
your honour, please use your power,
he's badgering the witness!
and Romance isn't dead,
the bullet only grazed his head.
He's in a bad way, I think he's in a coma,
We'll have to wait see if the police locate
that blue Toyota.
There's no case here, they're in denial
I say we move to a mis-trial!" The Judge stony faced and taciturn
remarked "When it comes to love
even the scholarly have much to learn.
I don't know if Mr. Love is indeed
a co-conspirator in this act of greed.
If he and Feb got together,
to see if they could help one another,
but Love has made mistakes in the past
the crimes committed in his name are vast.
Then again the man has made such beauty
that even a old warhorse such as I am forced
to concede.
Romance was the first victim
but this isn't just about him
I say this to you Prosecutor.
Where was the defendant on the night
of the Valentines Massacre?!
Oh I've been a judge a long long time
but even I think this a heinous crime
and the case is a mess,
Let me consider the evidence presented,
is Mr. Love a good man or is he demented
I'll make my ruling after a short recess!" While I hate to end on something of a stiff clanger All questions of Love must invariably end on a cliffhanger...
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Day 5
Got inspired by @perfectshadow06 drawing of TK and Handplates!Sans and Papyrus https://www.deviantart.com/perfectshadow06/art/QuantumTale-meets-Handplates-641193595
Sad interactions in both but yeah.
We meet our FIRST WITNESS in this NEW EPISODE OUT NOW!!!
Jeffrey Dahmer reaction to George Palermo misunderstandings
Context: during his trial Jeff complained about some of Dr Palermo states, writing down some notes.
Official paper where Dahmer wrote his considerations
Published notes and Jeffrey reaction, writing the notes down
Real notes source:
Patrick Kennedy’s first and last encounter with Jeffrey Dahmer:
Grilling Dahmer, chapter 2:
I entered first and saw three more uniformed cops, all dripping with sweat. They were straddling a Caucasian male suspect, who lay face down on the floor, handcuffed behind his back and shackled at the feet. One officer had his knee firmly in the suspect's back, another held his leg-ironed feet, and the third cop wiped his face with a hanky. Their uniforms looked just as unkempt as the first officer's.
I looked at the suspect as he lay on the floor. His light-colored hair was greasy and wet with perspiration. The faded denim shirt he wore was drenched with sweat, and I noticed he was bleeding slightly from the corner of his mouth. There was an obvious rug burn on his right elbow, glistening blood red. He appeared completely defeated, but his condition showed that a great struggle brought him to that point. He was motionless but made an ever-so-faint crying whine, like that of a child or a cat in the night.
The suspect walked slowly as he tried to negotiate the leg irons. His head was bowed over his slouched shoulders, but even in this position, I could tell he was over six feet and in good shape.
The wagon pulled up to the entrance of the apartment building, so the trip from the door was quick. I assisted the suspect into the wagon and climbed in after him. The two conveying officers got in the front and drove away toward the station. No one said a word as we cruised back downtown. I eyed the suspect as we rode. Although he was a good-sized man, he appeared almost fragile, sitting hunched over and trembling slightly. At the station, he cooperated-almost zombie-like as I led him into the prisoner elevator and up to the interrogation rooms on the fourth floor.
Once inside, I pointed to the cuffs and leg irons and said, "Take these off him."
"Look, Pat, I wouldn't do that. I had to fight with this fuckhead and he's no pussy." I looked at the copper and his pudgy partner and I knew he was not kidding.
I turned to the suspect. "Hey, if you give me your word you won't act up, we can take these off."
For the first time, the suspect looked at me directly and I caught his steely blue eyes. He nodded in affirmation and I motioned again for the officers to remove his shackles.
Grilling Dahmer, chapter 22/23:
Two deputies flanked Jeff and returned him to the holding cell. I walked over to him, standing alone, locked inside. As I approached, he moved closer to the bars of his cell. I reached through and took his outstretched hand. "Pat, I want to thank you for everything you did for me," he said. Shaking his hand for what I believed would be the last time, I said, “Good luck, Jeff. Take care of yourself." Then I turned and walked away.
People always say that I must have seen evil in his eyes as I sat down face to face with him during our interrogations, and I have to honestly tell them that I didn't. I saw a very normal, ordinary guy who-when we talked about things other than his crimes seemed very much like me, like you, like anybody you would meet.
“Despite Dahmer's crimes, Kennedy describes an odd kind of kinship that developed as he genuinely began accepting Dahmer's remorse for his numerous murders, and therefore experienced some grief when Dahmer was beaten to death a few years later. Kennedy quickly adds that he didn't befriend Dahmer at all during the time they spent meeting, and never considered him as anything other than a murder suspect. He did not continue to correspond with him and, in fact, never saw him again after Dahmer was led off to serve his sentence.”
More about Kennedy perspective:
As strange as it may seem, Jeffrey really trusted Detective Kennedy, and on the other hand Detective Kennedy low-key liked Dahmer. Without the help of Kennedy, Jeffrey wouldn’t opened up so easily.
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