tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384090337188299099.post709325432126707270..comments2023-10-05T03:59:30.002-07:00Comments on Nobody Asked Me, But....: Infamous Serial Killer: Why I Love Halloween Rob Blackwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09658670279978983698noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384090337188299099.post-14092258006111557012012-10-29T22:50:57.781-07:002012-10-29T22:50:57.781-07:00"I am night. I am fear. I AM BATMAN!"
I..."I am night. I am fear. I AM BATMAN!"<br /><br />I'm a horrible person.<br /><br />Also, I couldn't help reading this in the voice of Mr. Smith/Hugo Weaving, from the Matrix. "Mr. Anderson."<br /><br />Note the inflated pride and narcissism. Just as a crime writer needs a story, a serial killer who says "I am fear" needs the attention of an audience to terrify. And while the crime writer might have other motives than his own personal gain and feelings of importance to write about the murders -- like gee, I don't know, warning the community -- the serial killer can't conceive of interests beyond the self. Helping others? What? Yet he's utterly dependent on others: the reporter for one, his victims for another, and the community at large as well. He and the crime writer might as well be part of a team -- because the media feeds the fear machine that he's determined to keep up. Without the audience to terrify, the whole game is pointless and his constructed identity is destroyed. He depends on an audience as much as the reporter does; the difference is that he doesn't realize it.Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15725049899131699912noreply@blogger.com