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Natural Born Killers


Do you believe there are people born with a natural instinct to kill? Do you believe that if these people had been taught from the very beginning that life is precious, it would have made a difference? Do you feel it possible to reach inside the hearts of these people?

I’m not talking about those who have found themselves in a situation where it was either their life or the person attempting to kill him, nor am I talking about those who have committed murder because of passion.

I recently read about a case where one child stabbed and killed another child with a pencil. Was this child born with the instinct to kill? Most kids get into fights with other kids and only punch or kick at each other. These children seem to have an instinct not to go any further because if they do, they could seriously injure or even kill another child.

I remember when I was a little girl; there was this little girl who would always pinch me so terribly that she'd actually dig her nails into the flesh of my arms or legs. I could have stopped her by pinching her back, but it never crossed my mind to do it. I apparently wasn’t afraid of her, because I’d always go to her house to play with her. What was it in her that made it possible to cause so very much pain by pinching me?

What confuses me even further is the fact that I’ve read of cases where excellent parents raise their children by teaching them how to love and respect others, and by taking them all to church on Sundays. All have grown to be loving and productive human-beings, while one has grown up to come a vicious murderer.

I’ve also known of many cases where children were born and raised in the worst part of town, but many grew up to become productive law abiding citizens, while the others grew up to be criminals.

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davev1968
Jan. 4th, 2007 11:31 pm (UTC)
People are animals and they act like it.
playgirl
Jan. 5th, 2007 12:14 am (UTC)
Not like animals
Not like animals, but more like beasts. Animals are much kinder.
tomcatshanger
Jan. 5th, 2007 12:19 am (UTC)
Re: Not like animals
no they're not.
Don't feed your pets for a few weeks, see how kind they are.

Us animals behave pretty well when we are comfortable, but not so well when we aren't.
playgirl
Jan. 5th, 2007 01:27 am (UTC)
Re: Not like animals
When it comes to animals, there is no comparison to the cruelty man is capable of.

All 10 dogs I have, except for one of them, I picked up off the streets starving. Each one was as kind and gentle as could be.

When animals kill, it's because of fear or for survival. When cold blooded murderers kill, it's because they're beasts who chose to and have no regard for life.
tomcatshanger
Jan. 5th, 2007 05:04 am (UTC)
Re: Not like animals
I've seen lots of cats play with their kills.
playgirl
Jan. 5th, 2007 03:58 pm (UTC)
Re: Not like animals
Some may, because they do not know any better, but we human do, and still some continue to torture their prey before the kill.

Besides, animals rarely slaughter one of their own.

No, there is no comparison to the evil mankind is capable of. Not only do humans continue to kill or destroy other humans, but our earth, also.

Can you imagine how beautiful Mother Earth would be, had God only created the animals?!
donchep
Jan. 5th, 2007 04:01 pm (UTC)
Re: Not like animals
You are attributing a human factor "kindness" to an animal. Animals aren't so much kinder but in circumstances where they feel no threat they can be calmer and act more gentle as a result.

I do think humans are more prone to cruelty for the sheer pleasure of it which is not so common if at all in the animal world. Yes I agree with you.
playgirl
Jan. 5th, 2007 04:49 pm (UTC)
Re: Not like animals
Want to know if your comment is directed to me or tomcatshanger so I can add my two cents worth.

I'm just wondering 'cuz you said you agreed, and you never have agreed with me!! ;o)
adameros
Jan. 4th, 2007 11:47 pm (UTC)
PRI's Radio Lab had a show related to morality, including innate and learned morality. You can check it out here:

http://www.wnyc.org/stream/ram?file=/radiolab/radiolab042806pod.mp3
playgirl
Jan. 5th, 2007 12:13 am (UTC)
I tried...
I tried the link but I couldn't get it.
adameros
Jan. 5th, 2007 12:28 am (UTC)
Re: I tried...
playgirl
Jan. 5th, 2007 01:46 am (UTC)
Re: I tried...
That was very interesting. Too bad I wasn't able to listen to the MP3. The barber's chair in the Eastern State Penitentiary made me uncomfortable.

Soho Sally's site was erased, and Josh Braun's site wasn't there anymore.
ninjaguydan
Jan. 5th, 2007 12:02 am (UTC)
Just us and the Virus'
Well, like quoted in the matrix we have more in common with virus' than any other animal out there...I say yes, we are naturally aggressive and violent. That's why you need laws and punishment to deter such openly violent behavior....


-)
playgirl
Jan. 5th, 2007 12:13 am (UTC)
Re: Just us and the Virus'
True, and thank God for cops! NOT the bad ones, but the good ones!
thewalkingman
Jan. 5th, 2007 01:04 am (UTC)
I think that there are cases when a person is predisposed to kill. At least that the potential is there.

I remember when I was a kid there was this story on the news about this little redhead kid who was like, eight or something. Anyway, he was at this store with his parents and he met this little two or three year old kid and took him into the parking lot and beat him to death with a brick. When they asked him why he did it, he said that it was just something he wanted to do.

It's like sociopaths. There's no real explanation for WHY people are sociopaths, but there are plenty of cases of people who come from healthy environments but turn out incapable of understanding or caring how their actions effects others. Take Ted Bundy for instance. A guy who came from a loving, non-abusive family (though strange circumstances) but turned out to be one of America's most notorious serial killers. No reason why, he just grew up to be an incredibly sick, twisted human being.

I can only figure that it's got to do with the chemistry in the brain. It makes you wonder if they'd had a way of knowing what Ted Bundy was going to become if they could have medicated him and given him treatment and prevented the carnage he caused.

I dunno. In the end, my point is that I believe that people can be predisposed to evil actions.

playgirl
Jan. 5th, 2007 02:26 am (UTC)
The Bad Seed
I once watched a movie by the name of The Bad Seed, and it made quite an impression on me. I do believe there are people born with bad insides, and nothing will change them.

I found this very interesting and informative link:

Bad Seed The Fledgling Psychopath
thewalkingman
Jan. 5th, 2007 03:47 am (UTC)
Re: The Bad Seed
Interesting stuff.

One of my favorite film makers, Eli Roth, is remaking The Bad Seed.
playgirl
Jan. 5th, 2007 03:49 pm (UTC)
Re: The Bad Seed
I'll be looking forward to seeing the remake of that film!
prader
Jan. 5th, 2007 02:50 am (UTC)
Once upon a time there was an old native american man talking with his grandson. He told his grandson about a recurring dream he'd been having involving two enormous and fierce wolves struggling with each other for his soul. The first wolf was peace, love and kindness. The other wolf was fear, greed, hatred, and violence. After a time the boy looked up at his grandfather and asked "Which one will win?"

The old man looked down at his Grandson and replied "Whichever one I feed."
thewalkingman
Jan. 5th, 2007 03:49 am (UTC)
A native woman was walking through the snow and found a rattlesnake freezing to death on the side of the path. She picked the snake up and brought it home. Over the next few weeks she nursed the snake back to health. One morning when she was bathing the snake, it bit her on the hand. She looked at the snake, tears in her eyes and asked why he'd done it after all of the kindness she'd shown him. He replied "You knew I was a snake when you picked me up, bitch."
prader
Jan. 5th, 2007 04:00 am (UTC)
One day a scorpion arrived at the bank of a river he wanted to cross, but there was no bridge. He asked a frog that was sitting nearby if he would take him across the river on his back. The frog refused and said, 'I will not, because you will sting me.'

"The scorpion replied, 'It would be foolish for me to sting you because then we would both drown.'

"The frog saw the logic in the scorpion's words, and agreed to carry the scorpion across. But when they were halfway across the river the scorpion stung the frog. The stunned frog asked, 'Why did you sting me? Now we will both die!'

The scorpion replied, 'Because I'm a scorpion … and that's what scorpions do.'
thewalkingman
Jan. 5th, 2007 04:12 am (UTC)
A husband and wife were spending a day at the beach. The wife asked the husband to go and get her a hot dog from the stand a little up the beach. On his way to the stand, he saw a woman with no arms and no legs laying on a towel. She was crying. The man asked her if there was anything he could do to make her smile. She said that she has never been hugged by a man before. The man hugged her and the woman smiled. The man went on his way and got his wife's hot dog. A little while later the wife said that she was getting thirsty and asked if the husband would go and get her a soda. The man agreed and along the way, he again found the woman with no arms or legs crying on her towel. The man asked her again why she was crying. She replied that she'd never been kissed by a man before. The man looked back to make sure his wife was out of view and then kissed her briefly on the lips. The woman smiled and the man went on his way. A little while later, the husband and wife were walking back to their car and they passed the woman with no arms or legs, and again she was crying. The wife asked her what was wrong. The woman replied that she'd never been fucked by a man before, looking at the husband. The wife then picked the armless/legless woman up and threw her in the ocean yelling "well, you're fucked now!"
prader
Jan. 5th, 2007 04:46 am (UTC)
Free Corn

The Once Wild and Free Pigs of the Okefenokee Swamp


Years ago, about 1900, an old trapper from North Dakota hitched up some mules to his Studebaker wagon, packed a few possessions -- especially his traps -- and drove south.

Several weeks later he stopped in a small town just north of the Okefenokee Swamp in Georgia.

Twas Saturday morning -- a lazy winter day -- when he walked into the general store. Sitting around the pot-bellied stove were seven or eight of the town's local citizens.

The traveler spoke, "Gentlemen, could you direct me to the Okefenokee Swamp?"

Some of the oldtimers looked at him like he was crazy.

"You must be a stranger in these parts," they said.

"I am. I hail from North Dakota," announced the stranger.

"In the Okefenokee Swampare are thousands of wild hogs." an old man explained. " A man who goes into the swamp by himself asks to die!" He lifted up his leg. "I lost half my leg here, to the pigs of the swamp." (England speaking, Revolutionary War)

Another old fellow said, "Look at the cuts on me; look at my arm bit off!" (England, 1812 War) "Those pigs have been free since the Revolution, eating snakes and rooting out roots and fending for themselves for over a hundred years. They're wild and they're dangerous.

You can't trap them. No sane man would dare go into the swamp alone."

Every man nodded his head in agreement. The old trapper said,
"Thank you so much for the warning. Now would you Please direct me to the swamp?"

They said, "Well, yeah, it's due south -- straight down the road." But they begged the stranger not to go, because they knew he'd meet a terrible fate.

He said, "Sell me ten sacks of corn, and help me load the wagon." And they did. Then the old trapper bid them farewell and drove south. The town folk thought they'd never see him again.

Two weeks later the man came back. He pulled up to the general store, got off his wagon, walked in and bought ten more sacks of corn. After loading it up he went back down the road toward the swamp. Two weeks later he returned and again bought ten sacks of corn. This went on for a month. And then two months, and three. Every week or two the old trapper would come into town on a Saturday morning, load up ten sacks of corn, and drive off south into the swamp. The stranger soon became a legend in the little village and a subject of speculation.

People wondered what kind of devil had possessed this man, that he could go into the Okefenokee by himself and not be consumed by the wild and free hogs. One morning the man came into town as usual. Everyone assumed the old trapper wanted more corn.

He got off the wagon and went into the store where the usual group of men were gathered around the stove:

He took off his gloves and prepared to make a statement.

"Gentlemen," he said, "I intend to hire fifteen wagons and thirty men." "I have six thousand hogs out in the swamp, penned up, and they're hungry. I've got to get them to market straight away."

"You've WHAT in the swamp?" asked the storekeeper, incredulously.

"I have six thousand hogs penned up. Most haven't eaten for a day or two, and they'll starve if I don't get back there to feed and care for them."

One of the oldtimers said, "You mean you've captured the wild hogs of the Okefenokee?"

"That's right."

"How did you do that? What did you do?" the men urged. One of them exclaimed, "But I lost my arm!"

"I lost my brother!" cried another.

"I lost my leg to those wild boars!" chimed a third.

prader
Jan. 5th, 2007 04:47 am (UTC)
The trapper said, Well, the first week I went in there they were wild all right. They hid in the undergrowth and wouldn't come out. I dared not get off the wagon. So I spread corn along behind the wagon. Every day I'd spread a sack of corn. The old pigs would have nothing to do with it. But the younger pigs decided that it was easier to eat free corn than it was to root out roots and catch snakes. So the very young began to eat the corn first. I did this every day. Pretty soon, even the old pigs decided that it was easier to eat free corn. After all, they were all free; they were not penned up, They could run off in any direction they wanted at any time.

The next thing was to get them used to eating in the same place all the time. So I selected a clearing, and I started putting the corn in the clearing. At first they wouldn't come to the clearing. It was too far. It was too open. It was a nuisance to them. But the very young decided that it was easier to take the corn in the clearing than it was to root out roots and catch their own snakes. Not long after, older pigs also decided that it was easier to come to the clearing every day. (Death of The Republic, Civil War Pensions, Democracy Ascends)

And so the pigs learned to come to the clearing every day to get their free corn. They could still subsidize their diet with roots and snakes and whatever else they wanted.

After all, they were all free. They thought they could run in any direction at any time.
There were no bounds upon them.

The next step was to get them used to fence posts. (Christmas "Gift" 1913, The Federal Reserve System)

So I put those fence posts all the way around the clearing. I put them in the underbrush so that they wouldn't get suspicious or upset. After all, they were just sticks sticking up out of the ground, like the trees and brush. The corn was still there every day. It was easy to walk in between the posts, get the corn, and walk back out.

This went on for a week or two. Shortly they became very used to walking into the clearing, getting the free corn, and walking back out through the fence posts. The next step was to put one rail down at the bottom. (WW 1 ) I also left a few openings, (Draft Deferments, Exemptions, age limitations ) so that the older, fatter pigs could walk through the openings and some smart, younger pigs could easily jump over just one rail.

After all, there was no perceived threat to the freedom and independence of the majority.
Most could always jump over the rail and flee in any direction at any time. Now I decided that I wouldn't feed them every day. I began to feed them every other day. (1929 - 1941 The Great Depression)

On the days I didn't feed them, those stupid pigs still gathered in the clearing. They squealed, they grunted, and they begged and pleaded with me to feed them.

Still, I only fed them every other day. Then I put a second rail around the posts. (WW 2) Now the pigs became more and more desperate for food. Because now they were no longer used to going out and digging their own roots and finding their own food.

They now needed me. They needed my corn every other day. So I trained them that I would feed them every day if they came in through a gate. I put up a third rail around the fence. (Cold War) But it was still no great threat to their freedom, because there were other gates and they believed they could run in and out at will. Believe it or not, They got used to the situation.

Finally I put up the fourth rail. (War on Terror) Then I closed all the gates but one. For a time, I fed them very, very well.

Yesterday I closed the last gate. ( ? )

Today, I will hire a handfull of you to help me take My pigs to Auction.

hajiomatic
Jan. 6th, 2007 11:42 am (UTC)
Awesome.
Every Civics class should read this.
playgirl
Jan. 7th, 2007 12:01 am (UTC)
Wow! I LOOOVED IT!
Thanks!
playgirl
Jan. 7th, 2007 12:04 am (UTC)
Too funny!!
hajiomatic
Jan. 5th, 2007 02:14 pm (UTC)
I had to train people to kill. Taking the first shot in combat is usually the hardest.
playgirl
Jan. 5th, 2007 03:47 pm (UTC)
To every thing there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to love, and a time to hate;
a time of war, and a time of peace.
- Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8

The U.S. Army taught me well how to kill.

Thank God I never went out to combat, but had I, of course I would have killed for my life and for my country.
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