Lol. I was looking for an RH inference but yes – RVK.
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I was actually thinking that, but wanted to avoid a possible lawsuit, since you’re still living!!
You’re too normal to be Z.
This is all too funny.
This is all too funny.
Can you print that? I’m just wondering if the "f" looks like a candy cane…
Here is another Zodiac-like post, if anyone’s interested. This was in a Benicia Herald site on Zodiac. The "gravatar" with it was a skull & crossbones on a black background. The tops of the bones were bent like little "z’s". Note how obsessed he is with talking about the life of Zodiac, and that he knows Dec. 20 is a Zodiac anniversary, about Hartnell’s car, the maps–all things you’d expect a "zodiologist" to know, but this guy is mocking zodiologists. So, how does a "non-zodiologist" know these things?
1. Even the most experienced and highly trained criminal profilers acknowledge that profiling is more art than science. This is another way of saying that when you try to apply the generalizations of psychology to specific unknown individuals, it is utterly impossible to control for even a fraction of the variables that affect behavior. Any profiler who doesn’t acknowledge this is just a quack. I base this view primarily on my innate skepticism of most things; I performed no searches of the legitimate literature on the topic. If someone would like to argue the point, I encourage it.
Zodiac is dead. If you cling to the hope that he’s alive and you might be the person who catches him, I suggest that you get comfortable in your mom’s moldy basement, stock up on ganja and DiGiorno, and get a new keyboard to replace that one with the overused CAPS LOCK key. If I have a few spare minutes, I’ll look for you on the various fora every December 20 and see what you’re up to.
As I possibly described in part one of the profile, Zodiac is rumored to have had ties to a PETA precursor group somewhere in the high wheat country of western Kansas, perhaps very close to the small town of Holcomb. I got my start on the path to this tentative conclusion when I discovered a previously overlooked piece of evidence: Zodiac’s right Wing Walker shoe. I am not currently prepared to explain the circumstances of this discovery, as it may have been found on federal BLM land, but the shoe has been examined and authenticated by somebody in some agency someplace. Please remember that many to most of the statements herein are complete dreck. Zodiac was possibly terrified of small insects as a child. It has been suggested that it may have been the sight of scurrying creatures small enough to chew on his eardrums that did more than anything else to steer him toward his eventual fate. Each of his thumbs had a highly flexible metacarpal phalangeal joint. He ventured into two-bit seedy dives in the worst part of every town he passed through in order to hone his fighting skills. It was in one such place that he almost met his doom when the bartender shot at him point-blank with an old 10 gauge his grandpa had used to hunt geese out of season on Suisun Bay. The gun misfired.
There are tantalizing hints of Zodiac’s passage in the dry summer of 1960 through many places around the arid southwest. In Needles, California, which sits across the mighty Colorado from Arizona, there was later discovered, carved in the riverbank silt at the spot made famous by Steinbeck’s “Grapes of Wrath,” a symbol eerily similar to the one Zodiac scrawled on his letters to Bay Area newspapers (and on the door of Bryan Hartnell’s Karmann Ghia).
If the Zodiac murders were happening now, who would the killer be? These crimes are to be treated here—in order to free our minds from the the stultifying atmosphere created by the anti-think mass media/politico-corporate complex—as a scourge of the current day, and we examine the characteristics that may lead us to Zodiac. He’s your neighbor, the friendly guy who’s always willing to help you unload large pieces of furniture but who invariably lets you know that he has a better way to do it. He’s your other neighbor–the guy who refuses to talk to anyone and takes his solitary meals in the backyard under an old mulberry tree, cradling a varmint gun in his lap in case the squirrels or pigeons bother him. He works at a mini market and buys all the Penthouse and Hustler magazines before they go on the rack. His job involves, as I said before, long-distance driving, usually along deserted roads across the high desert. Last year he tried to prospect for a local second-tier 1% motorcycle club–he didn’t make it, of course, but he still uses the slang he picked up, and this bothers some people. He is the proprietor of a bait shop near Steamboat Slough and refuses to sell jumbo minnows to any customer who does not first promise to render them unconscious with ice water before running that gleaming 1/0 hook through their lips. He is a five foot-six vice principal of the old school who calls everyone “slacker.” He gave up trying to grow hair years ago and now shines his pale, globe-like head with ski wax. He wears Pendleton® shirts hanging out with only the very top buttons fastened because he once read a book about the history of Los Angeles gangs. He’s your podiatrist, and he’s angry whether you know it or not.
Returning to the actual time of Zodiac’s activities, if you will consult any 60′s era gas station map you will discover—with the aid of a ruler and pencil—that the driving distance from North M and Vine in Needles to the summit of Mt. Diablo is 555 miles. If you add that to the 111 miles from Washington and Cherry Streets in San Francisco to an unspecified spot alongside US 50 west of Cameron Park, you get 666 miles. These are possibly coincidences, but as hardwired pattern-seekers, you want to accept it, so I suggest that you do.
We could, under some circumstances, know incontrovertibly that Zodiac can definitely be placed in the Bay Area by 1961, perhaps. Legends of possibly unexplained phenomena involving gravitational anomalies, mysterious ice blue (or white or gray or silver or pearl-colored) pursuit cars skulking along dark roads, as well as several nearly-confirmed disappearances within a 50 mile radius of Samuel P. Taylor State Park from January 1955 to July 1967 tend to support this contention. This kind of behavior, according to several persons identifying themselves as experts, often escalates to homicide. That these incidents occurred within a nearly 8,000 square mile area over a twelve and-a-half year time frame just about nails it down. Additionally, the socio-chronological progression along a vaguely described continuum of moral permissiveness in that era set the stage for all kinds of undifferentiated behavioral permutations. The time was ripe, and by the end of this period, Zodiac was ready to take his twisted games to the ultimate level. © Pseudocognitive
http://beniciaherald.me/the-zodiac-case/
1. Pseudocognitive (@Pseudocognitive)
December 16, 2011 at 9:07 am
I’ve often wondered about the "gravitational anomalies" in CA – he is talking about are the gravity hills across CA (more specifically the one on lake Herman rd. and Benecia area IMO – notice he is referenced on a Benecia publication). For some time now actually I’ve wondered about this angle Bc again near one of the crime scenes was at a place of "gravitational anomalies". Funny to see him/her mention it. Lol my sig other lives at the one at Nason St in Moreno Valley – a hop skip and jump away from Riverside (city). There’s also one in Cabazon closer to my house (where the dinosaurs from pee wee Herman are lol next to the Morongo Casino). Mostly federal land here where I am.
http://www.weirdca.com/location.php?location=218
Sidenote : LE found bones out near Cabazon and I helped find the record of the missing person that matched to the bones. Name was Jason Timothy Swendall. Was legally blind. Left behind his meds at apartment. Bones found 5 miles from his apartment at foothills. Was kind of annoyed investigators released the info to public in hopes they would call on an I.D. When it was obvious who he was. I let them know and it’s all "oh duh light bulb". Idiots.
This is all too funny.
Can you print that? I’m just wondering if the "f" looks like a candy cane…
It does. You should see my three stroke K’s and dashed R’s.
Soze
If the commenter "Ray" on the Zodiackiller.com site in 2002 was Edward Edwards and IF Edward Edwards was the Zodiac (which is up for debate obviously) :
Michael Skakel, a 16 year old Kennedy relative in 1975, was arrested and convicted in 2002 of the Martha Moxley Murder. Skakel was released October 2013 and a new trial ordered after a judge threw out the case with no evidence. Edwards blogged about the case in 2002 just after Michael Skakel’s conviction, on Zodiackiller.com. He told everyone how easy it would be to convict anyone on the Zodiac Killer case if the jury was able to convict Michael Skakel with no evidence.
By Ray N (Ray_N) (user-38ld806.dialup.mindspring.com – 209.86.160.6) on Friday, June 07, 2002 – 03:30 pm:
A while back there were some folks on here that posted about a Zodiac trial. I think it was in reference not just to Allen, but to anybody accused of being Z. The conclusions were that the case would be a defense attorney’s dream and the prosecution would suffer a terrible defeat because there was no physical evidence, no eyewitnesses, and the fact that 33 years have passed. Well, with the Skakel verdict in, maybe these same people will realize that it’s possible for jurors to decide cases that are well-presented without 21st century evidence. From an online news report:
“Some legal experts initially thought the prosecution’s case would be a disaster, with no direct physical evidence, no eyewitnesses and the blurring of memories after the passage of 27 years.”
“For all our fascination with forensics, for all the absolutes of science, confessions count, witnesses count,” said University of California law professor Susan Estrich. “In many respects, the time lag made it an old-fashioned trial, a question of who — not what — do you believe.”
Does everybody still agree that it would be impossible to convict Allen (if alive) in light of the results of this trial?
Ray
Ray is actually a guy named Ray. And his last name starts with "N." Just like he says.
He created a challenge cipher way back when. I’ve spoken to him.
-glurk
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I don’t believe in monsters.
Ray is actually a guy named Ray. And his last name starts with "N." Just like he says.
He created a challenge cipher way back when. I’ve spoken to him.-glurk
Thank you for clearing this up Glurk. I’m not sure what to believe and what to take as BS from the Cold Case Cameron site.
Ray is actually a guy named Ray.
Spoilsport!