Hi All,
Following on from Sally's post.
With only five victims, you can't have multiple serial killers at work. So there's that scenario up the pictures.
I don't know if there's an officially-recognised minimum victim-quota in order to qualify as a bona-fide serial killer, but only two murders actually resembled each other. So for the sake of argument let's ascribe Chapman and Eddowes to one perpetrator.
This leaves three victims.
Polly Nichols has a special place in Whitechapel mythology. She evolved over time from being the third victim of a lone maniac [briefly rumoured to be Leather Apron] to becoming the first victim of Jack. Two very different people, according to the author of Dear Boss.
The inquest medical evidence rules out Stride having been mutilandum interruptus on Jack's part.
This leaves the Millers Court murder, which is in a jiggery-pokery league of its own. Money couldn't have bought the obfuscation which followed in its wake.
The word conspiracy is bandied around in its most pejorative sense whenever we shrink from addressing the many and varied shortcomings of the official version. We've talked ourselves into believing in Jack and heaped every obstacle in the way of any suggestion that he was anything less than real.
However, there is not one soupçon of evidence to suggest that a serial-killing Jack was responsible for the five Whitechapel murders. Think about it. Jack was apparently blessed with the appearance of a foreigner, split-second timing, lightning surgical skills and a mordant sense of humour. Yet the cops tried to pin his crimes on a cricket-playing barrister from Dorset, a Jewish lunatic who ate food from the gutter, and a man with an iron-clad alibi.
We need to get over Jack. The question we should be asking ourselves is why various policemen actively encouraged the press and public to believe he actually existed.
Perhaps we need to re-evaluate the word conspiracy.
Regards,
Simon
Following on from Sally's post.
With only five victims, you can't have multiple serial killers at work. So there's that scenario up the pictures.
I don't know if there's an officially-recognised minimum victim-quota in order to qualify as a bona-fide serial killer, but only two murders actually resembled each other. So for the sake of argument let's ascribe Chapman and Eddowes to one perpetrator.
This leaves three victims.
Polly Nichols has a special place in Whitechapel mythology. She evolved over time from being the third victim of a lone maniac [briefly rumoured to be Leather Apron] to becoming the first victim of Jack. Two very different people, according to the author of Dear Boss.
The inquest medical evidence rules out Stride having been mutilandum interruptus on Jack's part.
This leaves the Millers Court murder, which is in a jiggery-pokery league of its own. Money couldn't have bought the obfuscation which followed in its wake.
The word conspiracy is bandied around in its most pejorative sense whenever we shrink from addressing the many and varied shortcomings of the official version. We've talked ourselves into believing in Jack and heaped every obstacle in the way of any suggestion that he was anything less than real.
However, there is not one soupçon of evidence to suggest that a serial-killing Jack was responsible for the five Whitechapel murders. Think about it. Jack was apparently blessed with the appearance of a foreigner, split-second timing, lightning surgical skills and a mordant sense of humour. Yet the cops tried to pin his crimes on a cricket-playing barrister from Dorset, a Jewish lunatic who ate food from the gutter, and a man with an iron-clad alibi.
We need to get over Jack. The question we should be asking ourselves is why various policemen actively encouraged the press and public to believe he actually existed.
Perhaps we need to re-evaluate the word conspiracy.
Regards,
Simon
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