Hi RJ,
I’m unclear as to what argument you believe I’ve undermined. I don’t remember every arguing (or, for that matter, reading John Douglas arguing) that serial killers have an “innate need” to come forward under false pretences. I’m quite sure they approached the police in such a fashion when they perceived a particular advantage in doing so, whether that be to derail an investigation with a false lead, to legitimise a potentially incriminating link to the crime, or simply to appraise themselves of police progress.
I don’t know what “core belief” you’ve been attributing to me, or for how long, but I can assure you that as far as I’m concerned, “circumstances” owe a good deal more to a serial killer’s decision to come forward than innate compulsion. Which isn’t to say that killers do not derive a thrill from fooling their law enforcement pursuers right under their noses.
I’m also not sure what “scientific method” I’m supposed to be eschewing here. In the absence of those “quantitative studies”, what are we left to work with besides easily accessible, well-documented, and proven examples of a phenomenon you erroneously insist is a myth?
I’m equally unclear on your position on the red hanky issue; in particular I would be interested in your evidence that red was one of the two most popular colours selected by hanky-fanciers in the late 1800s. Taking into account Simon’s correctly observed distance of 120 feet between the corner of Dorset Street and the entrance to Miller’s Court, coupled with the extremely poor lighting (and the fact that the very small object was exposed for only a fleeting moment), it does rather beggar belief that Hutchinson was able to discern the colour.
But now you’re suggesting that Hutchinson need only have recognised the “pattern” in order to conclude that it must have been red. If the lighting and distance factors prevented him, as they would have done, from making out the colour, what hope in hell did he have with the “pattern”? Impossible is the word that springs, with some considerable justification, to mind.
Enjoy your weekend, RJ.
I’m unclear as to what argument you believe I’ve undermined. I don’t remember every arguing (or, for that matter, reading John Douglas arguing) that serial killers have an “innate need” to come forward under false pretences. I’m quite sure they approached the police in such a fashion when they perceived a particular advantage in doing so, whether that be to derail an investigation with a false lead, to legitimise a potentially incriminating link to the crime, or simply to appraise themselves of police progress.
I don’t know what “core belief” you’ve been attributing to me, or for how long, but I can assure you that as far as I’m concerned, “circumstances” owe a good deal more to a serial killer’s decision to come forward than innate compulsion. Which isn’t to say that killers do not derive a thrill from fooling their law enforcement pursuers right under their noses.
I’m also not sure what “scientific method” I’m supposed to be eschewing here. In the absence of those “quantitative studies”, what are we left to work with besides easily accessible, well-documented, and proven examples of a phenomenon you erroneously insist is a myth?
I’m equally unclear on your position on the red hanky issue; in particular I would be interested in your evidence that red was one of the two most popular colours selected by hanky-fanciers in the late 1800s. Taking into account Simon’s correctly observed distance of 120 feet between the corner of Dorset Street and the entrance to Miller’s Court, coupled with the extremely poor lighting (and the fact that the very small object was exposed for only a fleeting moment), it does rather beggar belief that Hutchinson was able to discern the colour.
But now you’re suggesting that Hutchinson need only have recognised the “pattern” in order to conclude that it must have been red. If the lighting and distance factors prevented him, as they would have done, from making out the colour, what hope in hell did he have with the “pattern”? Impossible is the word that springs, with some considerable justification, to mind.
Enjoy your weekend, RJ.
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