Certain people get a pass by virtue of the fact I have known them a very long time and the old adage "blood is thicker than water" has certainly been applied to my decision making in the past when a family member has acted in a way I deem to be less than satisfactory.
I do tend to over analyse myself and have for as long as I can recall and one thing I have gleaned is that I can be very wary of people that have committed crimes or have been to prison. It is wrong of me, it flies in the face of the concept of rehabilitation and it makes me too judgemental of people that may be fundamentally sound and have just slipped up along the way.
As always though the population of planet Earth is here to help me in my quest to feel normal because when some people throw caution to the wind they do it in such magnificent style it makes my bowels move.
Take for example Doreen Lioy, a freelance magazine editor that married Richard Ramirez in San Quentin prison in 1996. Ramirez AKA The Night Stalker is on death row for brutally murdering 13 people, mostly in their own homes. He raped and sodomised some including children and his methods of killing included execution with a .22 calibre pistol.
Ramirez was a transient with rotten teeth and terrible hygiene and a history of mental problems and Satanic worship but that and his subsequent incarceration has not stopped a long line of ladies forming that want to be in a relationship with him as apparently this behavior has elevated him in status to serial killing sex on legs.
Lioy corresponded with Ramirez for 11 years before they took the plunge, tying the not without traditional gold wedding bands as the groom insisted that "Satanists don't wear gold". What a dreamboat.
Can I just be not the first to say what the fuck were you thinking woman?!!
You mean to assert that you could not go out and meet a nice young man or a succession of nice young men until you found the person you wanted to settle down with? You couldn't maybe lower yourself to join a dating agency or go to a few singles bars? Kiss a number of frogs until you found your prince? "Mom, I have found The One. He is a Mexican serial killer and I don't care what you and Dad say we are in love".
I understand that some woman (and we are talking only about the fairer sex here, the instances of men corresponding with and ultimately marrying female death row inmates are basically non existent as far as me and Google are aware) are attracted to famous or infamous men. I understand some get off on the "danger" but if that fame and that danger are the result of a mans mental illness and subsequent killing and raping spree during which he takes eyeballs as souvenirs and carves pentangles into the thighs of innocent pensioners then even the most needy of people (you would have thought) might take a step back and think "there is something a bit fishy about this dude, sure he works out and does a bit of painting but I don't think he is necessarily marriage material."
What about you? Would you marry an anal rapist murdering psychopath cat burgler? Let me know, operators are standing by.
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