My diapers are bloody

I've finished the Peter Vronsky book. Overall it was a pretty good read, although some of my favourite serial killers weren't featured, (Dahmer and Zodiac for example), and the text became repetitive in parts. One strange observation made by the author involved his analysis of Albert DeSalvo, (the Boston Strangler). Vronsky stated that DeSalvo engaged in homosexual activities with older men for money, and sex with his siblings while still a youth. Later he labels DeSalvo's voyeuristic tendencies (committed during his 20's) as the beginning of his aberrant sexual behaviour. I'm not sure what kind of upbringing and home life Mr. Vronsky, but where I'm from, (Canada), teenage homosexual prostitution and incest aren't normal sexual activities, (with the exceptions of Alberta and Quebec where such things are actually institutionalized into the education systems). I would recommend this book as a good all around Serial Killer primer, suitable for people of all ages, athought I warn you that it doesn't answer the age old question, "Are people homosexual because they are serial killers, or are people serial killers because they are homosexual?"

The other thing that has been occupying my time is wondering how exactly Ice Cube knows what Easy-E's dick smells like. In the last track on Death Certificate, Ice Cube claims that Easy's dick is smelling like MC Ren' shit. How exactly does he know this? What kinda fetish is dick sniffing?

My friend Skippy was over at my house the other day and I asked him how it was going and this is what he told me:
"I was reading the newspaper the other day and I came across an article about Karla Homolka. It had something to do with how she wasn't violating her parole as her former employer had accused her of doing. I couldn't even read the whole article because I fucking hate Homolka so much. I hate her fucking guts and I'm disgusted that our government let her out of prison. The government should have just put a bullet in the back of her fucking head and been done with it. Everytime I think about what she did to those little school girls I get really angry. I just think about how much they suffered, and not in some abstract way, but about how painful being raped repeatedly and then finally murdered must have been. How horrible it must have been to know that you were going to die and how the guy who was going to do it was sticking his cock in your ass. I think about what should be done to Homolka, about how I'd love to take a serrated steak knife and stab her right in the cunt, and about how I'd just keep stabbing and stabbing and jabbing her in the cunt and about how she'd be screaming and I'd be laughing and the blood would come out all over my hands and it would spray up slather all over her thighs and her flesh would get all soft from the stabbing and pretty soon the wound would be so expansive my hand would go right into her and I'd just keep stabbing and stabbing and laughing, and I'd lean down and start drinking the blood as it flowed out of her cunt and I'd look up and she'd see me with her cunt-blood all over my face and I'd be laughing and spilling the blood out of my mouth all over the place. and I'd be thinking about those school girls as I ripped her cunt apart, because you know its all about justice, justice for those poor little girls."

By this time Skippy was breathing laboriously and rubbing his groin. Spittle had formed at the edges of his mouth and fresh wet snot ran down from his nostrils to his upper lip. I was filled with admiration for my good friend; always a defender of the raped schoolgirl.

As I'm sure you all know, I like to read. I like to read a lot.
But I don't get nearly enough time to read as I'd like. Fucking society says I have to have a fucking job, so that takes up much of my time. As well, I am currently learning to speak another language, so I spend one night a week in class and at least an hour or two a day studying. On top of that there's family, the few friends I still speak with, my work with Army of God and my responsiblities to the Communist party. But next year I am going to make a concerted effort to increase the amount that I read. There is no need to improve the quality of the books I read, as my taste in literature is beyond reproach. I am going to attempt to read 50 books next year. And not shitty ass books like those written by Ayn Rand, but good books.
This might not sound like a lot of books, but its almost a book a week, which is a pace I haven't been able to attain since university, and I think is above the average number of books the average person reads.

I will be using this blog to comment on and keep track of my progress. I will be posting the titles of the books I am reading as I read them so that all can join in the fun.

If I fail in this endeavor my punishment will be that I must give $500.00 CAN to the Catholic Church, (and not claim the tax write off). If that's not inspiration to succeed, then I don't know what the fuck is. I will start on Jan 1/2006. Please post suggestions or email me with suggestions for what my first book should be. You can cross War and Peace, Ulysses and Gravity's Rainbow off the list right now, so don't even bother. I'm mostly interested in fiction, but non-fiction suggestions are welcomed as long as its something intresting, and by interesting I mean about serial killers or Raoul Wallenberg.