Lets get Lechmere off the hook!

[Geddy2112]

Your imaginative scenarios continue to make no sense and contradict the facts.

That implies they are his.

[Fiver]

"Running... what a rookie move," he chuckled to himself, nibbling away in peaceful delight.

The Baron

If running is a rookie move then why did the Ripper do it successfully in the Stride and Eddowes murders?

Your imaginative scenarios continue to make no sense and contradict the facts.

[The Baron]

Nothing

The streets are quiet tonight, an unnatural stillness hanging in the air, broken only by the muffled footsteps of those whose lives are shaped by the darkness. He walks through this world, through this endless cycle, feeling as if he, too, is just another shadow. A blur in the night, unnoticed.

His life is a series of motions, each task, each word, each step a repetition of the last. Is he just a body passing through time, a figure seen by no one? Is his life, too, like the mist that rises from the cobblestones, here for a moment and then gone, leaving nothing behind but the memory of emptiness?

He notices her from the corner of his eye standing at the edge of the street, waiting. A woman in the shadows. Her figure leans against the wall, the faint light casting her features in an almost ghostly glow. Her posture is heavy, tired, as though the weight of the world has settled on her shoulders.

What is she? he thinks, as his eyes linger. She is not unlike him, not really. She moves through the world unnoticed, just as he does. Both of them, drifting from one meaningless task to the next, their lives devoid of anything that might make them significant. She is a figure, an object caught in a world that has stripped her of her identity, her worth.

He sees the emptiness in her eyes, the vacancy in her stance. It is the same emptiness he feels, the same hollow space that gnaws at his insides when he looks at his own reflection and sees only a stranger staring back. The world has made her invisible, the same way it has made him, and when the night ends, she will be gone, like the rest of them. Forgotten.

Her life is as expendable as his feels. She, too, wears the cloak of invisibility, one he knows all too well. A cloak that shields her from the gaze of society, that renders her faceless, nameless. Nothing.

He thinks, that is the way of the world for those like them, those without identity, without worth, when the question of her name had been asked, her words come back to him like a sharp echo:
“Nothing.”

The simplicity of it. The finality. It had struck him, too, in that strange, fleeting moment, a woman who felt no more important than the very air she breathed, a woman whose very name had been stripped away. She had been caught in that same web, bound by the same invisible chains of her existence.

And now, standing in front of this woman in the shadows, he realizes, with a chill, that in this moment, they are both the same. Both of them, defined by that absence. He is the man who walks through the streets unseen, and she is the woman whose name was “Nothing”.

She had claimed to know him. Could it be that she, too, had felt the same alienation, the same emptiness that defined her life as his? Had she, too, understood the kind of man who could create chaos, who could murder and leave no trace but a body in the night? Perhaps, in her own way, she knew exactly what it felt like to be reduced to nothing just like the killer she spoke of.

The connection is undeniable now. She, too, was a part of this strange, twisted world where nothing matters. Where violence, too, is an expression of the same emptiness, the same invisibility. She is a shadow, just like him. Just like the man who haunts these streets, hiding in plain sight.

He steps away, leaving her behind in the dark, and for a brief moment, he wonders if she, too, will ever escape the grip of nothingness.



The Baron

[Fiver]

A hawker's early life was one of obscurity, where he was neither celebrated nor noticed, from a young age, he lived in a world where attention and affection were scarce. Raised in the shadow of this presence, he learned to fade into the background, unnoticed and unimportant.

A tailor's life was one of obscurity....
A boot maker's life was one of obscurity....
A constable's life was one of obscurity....
A lighterman's life was one of obscurity....
A cooper's life was one of obscurity....
A fish porter's life was one of obscurity....
A sailor's life was one of obscurity....
A knacker's life was one of obscurity.....
A barber's life was one of obscurity....

Baron's "reasoning" just "proved" 99% of Victorian Britain was the Ripper. I love his posts, they're comedy gold.

[chubbs]

A carman’s early life was one of obscurity, where he was neither celebrated nor noticed, from a young age, he lived in a world where attention and affection were scarce. Raised in the shadow of this presence, he learned to fade into the background, unnoticed and unimportant.

As an adult, he became a man defined by routine, working long, grueling hours, his life a cycle of monotonous labor that left little room for anything beyond survival, at times anonymous, and entirely disconnected from societal admiration or recognition.

A carman may have internalized a deep sense of insignificance, feeling overlooked, invisible, and perhaps even powerless, this could have created a profound identity crisis, “bad faith”, and living inauthentically by conforming to societal expectations (a steady job, a family) without embracing his true sense of self or gaining genuine recognition for his existence, unable to align his actions with his true desires, he suffers from alienation, which can manifest in destructive ways.

A carman may have felt reduced to a mere cog in the machine, a nobody. He may have been consumed by a sense of inferiority, constantly overshadowed by more prominent figures in his society.

This dissatisfaction could have led to the development of a narcissistic injury, a deep seated wound to one’s ego, often stemming from feelings of inadequacy.

To cope with this injury, a carman might have developed a subconscious need to assert his dominance and worth, instead of seeking success in a socially accepted form, he may have found a dark outlet in violence.

If Lechmere felt that life had no inherent value or recognition for him, he might have been driven to create his own significance through extreme actions. The more shocking and brutal, the more undeniable his existence would become in the eyes of others.

His ability to inspire fear and shock, to leave a lasting impact on the minds of those who learned about the murders, would fulfill his need for recognition in a way that his ordinary life never could.

The transformation from an unnoticed carman to a notorious killer doesn't happen overnight. It is the result of years of inner turmoil, unmet psychological needs, and increasing frustration.

The inability to reconcile those feelings of inadequacy with the demands of his life may have built up to a breaking point where murder became his way to make himself seen and heard, and each act of violence is an attempt to inject meaning into a life he felt was devoid of it.

Someone who felt invisible, might have sought the ultimate form of acknowledgment.

The monotony he had once endured had become the very vehicle through which he could fulfil his twisted desires, making him a man no longer defined by his routine, but by his ability to control and dominate.



The Baron

A hawker's early life was one of obscurity, where he was neither celebrated nor noticed, from a young age, he lived in a world where attention and affection were scarce. Raised in the shadow of this presence, he learned to fade into the background, unnoticed and unimportant.

As an adult, he became a man defined by routine, working long, gruelling hours, his life a cycle of monotonous labour that left little room for anything beyond survival, at times anonymous, and entirely disconnected from societal admiration or recognition.

A hawker may have internalized a deep sense of insignificance, feeling overlooked, invisible, and perhaps even powerless, this could have created a profound identity crisis, 'œbad faith', and living unauthentically by conforming to societal expectations (a steady job, a family) without embracing his true sense of self or gaining genuine recognition for his existence, unable to align his actions with his true desires, he suffers from alienation, which can manifest in destructive ways.

A hawker may have felt reduced to a mere cog in the machine, a nobody. He may have been consumed by a sense of inferiority, constantly overshadowed by more prominent figures in his society.

This dissatisfaction could have led to the development of a narcissistic injury, a deep seated wound to one'™s ego, often stemming from feelings of inadequacy.

To cope with this injury, a hawker might have developed a subconscious need to assert his dominance and worth, instead of seeking success in a socially accepted form, he may have found a dark outlet in violence.

If William Henry Bury felt that life had no inherent value or recognition for him, he might have been driven to create his own significance through extreme actions. The more shocking and brutal, the more undeniable his existence would become in the eyes of others.

His ability to inspire fear and shock, to leave a lasting impact on the minds of those who learned about the murders, would fulfil his need for recognition in a way that his ordinary life never could.

The transformation from an unnoticed hawker to a notorious killer doesn'™t happen overnight. It is the result of years of inner turmoil, unmet psychological needs, and increasing frustration.

The inability to reconcile those feelings of inadequacy with the demands of his life may have built up to a breaking point where murder became his way to make himself seen and heard, and each act of violence is an attempt to inject meaning into a life he felt was devoid of it.

Someone who felt invisible, might have sought the ultimate form of acknowledgment.

The monotony he had once endured had become the very vehicle through which he could fulfil his twisted desires, making him a man no longer defined by his routine, but by his ability to control and dominate.


The hawker

...oh and he'd caught VD from a prostitute, too. That didn't help much.

[Fiver]

A carman’s early life was one of obscurity, where he was neither celebrated nor noticed, from a young age, he lived in a world where attention and affection were scarce. Raised in the shadow of this presence, he learned to fade into the background, unnoticed and unimportant.

The Baron

So you think Robert Paul was the Ripper? Or maybe John Davis?

[Geddy2112]

Bhawawawawawaw - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AmOt...eatestDefenses

[The Baron]

A carman’s early life was one of obscurity, where he was neither celebrated nor noticed, from a young age, he lived in a world where attention and affection were scarce. Raised in the shadow of this presence, he learned to fade into the background, unnoticed and unimportant.

As an adult, he became a man defined by routine, working long, grueling hours, his life a cycle of monotonous labor that left little room for anything beyond survival, at times anonymous, and entirely disconnected from societal admiration or recognition.

A carman may have internalized a deep sense of insignificance, feeling overlooked, invisible, and perhaps even powerless, this could have created a profound identity crisis, “bad faith”, and living inauthentically by conforming to societal expectations (a steady job, a family) without embracing his true sense of self or gaining genuine recognition for his existence, unable to align his actions with his true desires, he suffers from alienation, which can manifest in destructive ways.

A carman may have felt reduced to a mere cog in the machine, a nobody. He may have been consumed by a sense of inferiority, constantly overshadowed by more prominent figures in his society.

This dissatisfaction could have led to the development of a narcissistic injury, a deep seated wound to one’s ego, often stemming from feelings of inadequacy.

To cope with this injury, a carman might have developed a subconscious need to assert his dominance and worth, instead of seeking success in a socially accepted form, he may have found a dark outlet in violence.

If Lechmere felt that life had no inherent value or recognition for him, he might have been driven to create his own significance through extreme actions. The more shocking and brutal, the more undeniable his existence would become in the eyes of others.

His ability to inspire fear and shock, to leave a lasting impact on the minds of those who learned about the murders, would fulfill his need for recognition in a way that his ordinary life never could.

The transformation from an unnoticed carman to a notorious killer doesn’t happen overnight. It is the result of years of inner turmoil, unmet psychological needs, and increasing frustration.

The inability to reconcile those feelings of inadequacy with the demands of his life may have built up to a breaking point where murder became his way to make himself seen and heard, and each act of violence is an attempt to inject meaning into a life he felt was devoid of it.

Someone who felt invisible, might have sought the ultimate form of acknowledgment.

The monotony he had once endured had become the very vehicle through which he could fulfill his twisted desires, making him a man no longer defined by his routine, but by his ability to control and dominate.



The Baron

[Fiver]

It could be Stockholm Syndrome.

After all, when a former adversary suddenly becomes someone's most enthusiastic supporter, it could indicate a hostage situation...

Unless he starts blinking in Morse code (rather hard to do on an internet forum) I don't think we'll ever know...

I think people may be chasing a Red Herring instead of a Fish. Baron is showing more imagination, a thicker skin, and a much better command of the English language than any of the people profiting from being Lechmerians.

[Herlock Sholmes]

I note you have no answer for the false name and wearing of the apron at the inquest... that makes him as guilty as hell...

That ‘wearing his apron at the inquest’ point is an absolute moment. That any adult could raise at as a point in favour of guilt beggars all belief.

[Geddy2112]

Have i missed anything? Guilty or not? It’s not even close is it. Completely innocent.

I note you have no answer for the false name and wearing of the apron at the inquest... that makes him as guilty as hell...

[Herlock Sholmes]

It’s strange that we have to keep repeating such an obvious point Geddy. How do they make 3 unknowns into a known? Yet they do.

No gap can be inferred - behaved like a witness rather than a serial killer - made no attempt to hide his identity - went for a Constable - turned up at the inquest - help pull the victims skirts down for the sake of decency - married for years - same job for years - died in old age - no history of violence - no history of crime - no history of insanity - no known link to prostitutes - no known hatred of anyone.

Have i missed anything? Guilty or not? It’s not even close is it. Completely innocent.

[Geddy2112]

*FREE* A nice tool for working out if you have a viable suspect.

[John Wheat]

He knows!

Wouldn't that make him a troll?

[Doctored Whatsit]

There is nothing whatsoever to suggest Cross murdered anyone.

He knows!