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A Quiet Riot With Words & Art

So where is the problem? Where do we start?

HonestInk,

Perusing youtube whilst I finish my glass of wine before bed I come across an interview with Jeffrey Dahmer the American serial killer. He is calm, collected and telling his story, explaining how he felt and why he thought he did what he did. It’s a massive shame that he was murdered by a fellow prisoner because few want to talk like he did.. This is how psychology understands the mental physiology of the psychopath. Studying them. Talking to them. Taking scans of their brains. There are disconnections there. Neuron paths that normally connect just don’t work. They don’t trigger fear or guilt or empathy as they should. They don’t work normally and we need to know why or how we can find these anomalies sooner.

So,

what I want to know about is all these young men running around with knives. Actually not your common or garden kitchen knife but machetes and swords. Shit that you have to search out a supplier for. A premeditated piece of weaponry. What bit is missing in their heads?

How about lots of men at football matches singing songs calling out an opposing team’s girlfriend or a disabled child, singing a racist song even though half your own team is certainly not born and bred. Laughing at previous massive deaths of fans and teams. Is this psychopathy? Collective frenzy? Mass retardation?

The rising tide of men talking to children online. A filthy mire of male wank videos and predictable spew. Paedophiles. Suddenly the internet has allowed us to see how they are everywhere. Family men with wives and children the same age they are sending pictures of themselves masturbating to.

So where is the problem? Where do we start?

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