At Death's Door

Peter William Sutcliffe was born on 2^nd June 1946 in Bingley, Yorkshire. He grew up to be one of the most evil men in British – even world – history. During a five-year reign of terror, this cunt murdered at least 13 women and tried to kill at least 7 more. So brutal and frenzied were his murders that he was dubbed the Yorkshire Ripper; an epithet I’m sure he loved.

Sutcliffe is a cunt; a violent and brutal monster who apparently managed to convince doctors he was a paranoid schizophrenic. Thankfully though, he was deemed to be sane enough to stand trial for his horrific crimes.

This man attacked and killed his victims with things such as ball-peen hammers, claw hammers, knives, and sharpened screwdrivers. He didn’t just kill those poor women; he decimated them; destroyed them with a savagery more often seen in animals.

And why did he do all this…? He says God told him to. He was working as a gravedigger when – he says – God spoke to him from an open grave and told him to go out and kill prostitutes. Isn’t it funny how when God speaks to these nutters he always tells them to kill people? How come he never tells them to go and do their gardens or clean their house? I wasn’t there at the time but I’m pretty sure that when God spoke to Moses and gave him the tablets with the Ten Commandments on them he didn’t tell him to go down and cave somebody’s head in with them.

I remember a few years ago, he asked to go to court to get a definite date for his release – like 20 concurrent life sentences didn’t quite clarify how long he was going to be locked up. What made the dickhead think he was ever going to be released anyway? He killed at least 13 women – the only way he should ever get out of prison is either feet-first or in numerous pieces.

The good news is that he’s said to be at Death’s Door. According to the Mail, he’s “on the brink of death”, following a heart attack and various other health problems, including Diabetes. God; where’s Terminal Testicular Cancer when you need it? One of the paper’s sources says he’s been waiting two months to see a specialist. Good. Let him keep waiting. I tell you what – make him keep waiting and waiting until he dies; preferably in agony, with his victims’ relatives dancing and singing around his bed, pausing only to piss and shit on him and stick needles in his eyes.

According to the paper, he’s also got a cough and is having trouble eating and sleeping. Well, at least he hasn’t been bludgeoned to death by a homicidal maniac; but hey – we can live in hope, can’t we. It’s time we stopped coddling fuck-bastards like Sutcliffe and just dumped them all in a hole in the ground to slowly drown in a gradual accumulation of their own shit and piss.