A Possible Reason Why Jack Didn't Mutilate Liz

[c.d.]

Hi Sam,

Could it be because he was not interrupted on those previous occasions?

c.d.

[Sam Flynn]

What's your biggest objection to the idea that the ripper may not always have been on top form, or got a woman exactly where he wanted, at the first attempt?

I have no objection to that at all, Caz - in fact, I'm pretty certain that the Ripper endured many aborted missions. However, having succeeded rather spectacularly on two occasions before Stride, and on arguably two other occasions thereafter, the Ripper gives me the impression of someone who knew when the iron was hot enough to strike. When he did, the least he seems to have been able to do is to sever the throat to an appreciable depth and to at least begin to slash open the abdomen - neither of which happened at Berner Street.

It’s hardly fair, though, to take Eddowes out of the equation

I wasn't - I was merely suggesting that, IF Eddowes hadn't been killed that night, we'd be talking about a "C4" today, and that Stride would be bundled with Coles and others in the category of "maybe, but probably not a Ripper victim".

[c.d.]

"Sporting her pinny"??? I never cease to be amazed at the expressions you come up with, Caz.

c.d.

[caz]

Were it not for the "Double Event", which effectively canonised Stride from Day One (as well as spawning a host of other circular arguments about both Stride's and Eddowes' deaths), I'm sure Stride would be firmly on the "maybe" list along with Frances Coles.

Hi Sam,

Hmmm. It’s hardly fair, though, to take Eddowes out of the equation, because if the ripper killed Stride, but didn't feel comfortable mutilating her at, or close to, the actual point of encounter (perhaps because there were witnesses to it, but the possibilities are endless), there's a bleedin' obvious reason staring us all in the face for him seeking a mutilation opportunity as soon as possible afterwards, while the adrenaline was still pumping.

And it's hard to argue that he didn't find it when he mutilated Eddowes to buggery and beyond, with likely only seconds to spare before he would have been caught sporting her pinny. If Kate was desperately seeking some cash by 1.15 am, the man who killed her was even more desperately seeking some action.

I'd like to see anyone make quite such perfect sense of the date, the time, the location, the ferocity and the sheer daring of Kate’s murder if her killer hadn't just come from a frustratingly incomplete encounter with Liz.

What's your biggest objection to the idea that the ripper may not always have been on top form, or got a woman exactly where he wanted, at the first attempt?

Love,

Caz
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[Fisherman]

"Who draws wins"

I thought we were looking for a killer without drawers...?

Fisherman

[Simon Wood]

Yahoo, Michael,

Well said.

Hi All,

I'm standing here on Main Street, Colt 45 sixed-up, holster slicked, poncho cleaned, pressed and fragranced courtesy of Brother Love's Travelling Laundry, boots so highly polished they'll dazzle all-comers, cheroot freshly lit—yet still no sign of the Mighty Flynn.

Guess I'll have to mosey on down to Kosminski's, Ostrog's or Druitt's saloon, order a Macnaghten on the rocks and wait for them bat doors to swing open.

Who draws wins.

Regards,

Simon

You know Simon.... Im just enamoured with Texans. They think they are a Republic, and the lazy drawls are so easy to pick up for the transplants. My sister raises horses and great danes in Texas....I love the fact that my part Hungarian sister, raised in Scarborough. Ontario, sends me Christmas cards that read like Anne Richards or George Bush wrote em.

Its all one planet now....so best to just say "vive le difference".

All the best Simon.

[Simon Wood]

Hi Michael,

Please make sure Miss Kitty, the finest piece of ass this side of the Rio Grande, is out of the line of fire.

Thanks.

Simon

Hi Michael,

Stand by with the coffin while I light my cheroot.

Cue Ennio Morricone.

Regards,

Simon

Its filled with brandy as prescribed in the Good Book Grand Inquisitor, ...sim sala bim.

Nice to have a laugh out loud with you feller's.

Cheers.

[Simon Wood]

Hi Michael,

Stand by with the coffin while I light my cheroot.

Cue Ennio Morricone.

Regards,

Simon

This is some sort of Christmas miracle....the stars are alligned, one of us is drunk...to have such agreement....well, Im speechless.......................yep

Sam, the key to the Executive Good Guy washrooms, and the passwords for the various clubs affiliated around the world will be there before New Years, but they said it would take some time to carve your face into the totem pole were making due to artisans holidays. The nerve, eh?

All the best chums and chumettes.

[Simon Wood]

Hi Sam,

Even you, the Welsh Wizard of nonsense, can't get away with such a feeble-cop-out as that.

Meet'cha on a thread of your choice.

We'll draw when the town clock strikes midday.

Regards,

Simon

[Sam Flynn]

Hi Sam, Yuletide agreement, no less. Hallelujah, my Christmas gift.

Full of the festive spirit me, Simon

Who'dya reckon penned Saucy Jacky?

Well, let's just put it this way - for a Saucy Jacky thread this ain't - I don't think it was Michael Kidney

[Simon Wood]

Hi Sam,

Yuletide agreement, no less. Hallelujah, my Christmas gift.

Who'dya reckon penned Saucy Jacky?

Regards,

Simon

[Sam Flynn]

Hi Sam, Then you will agree that the Saucy Jacky postcard was a forgery?

Without a shadow of doubt, Simon.