A Mind Terminally Askew
Whatever might conceivably account for a human kind so twisted that it takes solace and pleasure in violence and murder? The world has a surfeit of serial killers, mass murderers, psychopaths of the first order. Yet we are always taken aback with disbelief, aghast at the reality that among us live distorted souls whose pleasure is derived from others' pain.
One such is the Russian Alexander Pichuskin who has attempted to explain his extraordinary adaptation from human being to monster as being akin to one who has fallen in love. For most people loving others becomes complementary to a life well lived; sharing our lives with another human being whose values, pleasures and orientations echo our own. And whose presence adds lustre to our own lives.
For this vile person, bestowing death on others became his passion. "He threw some of his victims down a drain when they were still alive and in some cases still conscious, even though some of them begged him to spare them", according to Moscow chief prosecutor Yuri Syomin in his address to the overseeing judge.
Who, responding with his judgement, life in prison, said: "On all accounts Pichushkin has been found guilty with no mitigating circumstances." He will face life in jail because Russia, to its great humanitarian credit, has a moratorium on the death penalty.
How does a human being, having lived a short life heretofore of 33 years, become so bitterly alienated from all that is human: compassion, empathy, pity, affection, that he eagerly seeks out victims. Allays their suspicions, invites them to share homily events with him, then attacks, tortures, and pitilessly murders them.
He has stated that he vividly recalls the first murder he committed, as other, normal human beings would recall their first love. A professional, he termed himself. He murdered people for the sheer pleasure it brought him, and his career as a murderer spanned fifteen years. His first initiation into the pleasures that murder brought him was at the age of 18.
Although the first person he murdered was a friend who had balked at the invitation to join him in killing someone, he thereafter sought out homeless men, lured them with promises of liquor, then dispatched them at his leisure, and his pleasure.
This man was - is - the epitome of odiously vile - a gruesomely vicious excuse for a human being. How to respond to the world's monsters? Is he worse in any way than Hitler, Stalin, Mao-tse-Tung, Pol Pot? He claims to have murdered 63 people, was convicted of the murder of 48. They murdered millions. By order. He with his personal touch.
What has failed these monsters?
One such is the Russian Alexander Pichuskin who has attempted to explain his extraordinary adaptation from human being to monster as being akin to one who has fallen in love. For most people loving others becomes complementary to a life well lived; sharing our lives with another human being whose values, pleasures and orientations echo our own. And whose presence adds lustre to our own lives.
For this vile person, bestowing death on others became his passion. "He threw some of his victims down a drain when they were still alive and in some cases still conscious, even though some of them begged him to spare them", according to Moscow chief prosecutor Yuri Syomin in his address to the overseeing judge.
Who, responding with his judgement, life in prison, said: "On all accounts Pichushkin has been found guilty with no mitigating circumstances." He will face life in jail because Russia, to its great humanitarian credit, has a moratorium on the death penalty.
How does a human being, having lived a short life heretofore of 33 years, become so bitterly alienated from all that is human: compassion, empathy, pity, affection, that he eagerly seeks out victims. Allays their suspicions, invites them to share homily events with him, then attacks, tortures, and pitilessly murders them.
He has stated that he vividly recalls the first murder he committed, as other, normal human beings would recall their first love. A professional, he termed himself. He murdered people for the sheer pleasure it brought him, and his career as a murderer spanned fifteen years. His first initiation into the pleasures that murder brought him was at the age of 18.
Although the first person he murdered was a friend who had balked at the invitation to join him in killing someone, he thereafter sought out homeless men, lured them with promises of liquor, then dispatched them at his leisure, and his pleasure.
This man was - is - the epitome of odiously vile - a gruesomely vicious excuse for a human being. How to respond to the world's monsters? Is he worse in any way than Hitler, Stalin, Mao-tse-Tung, Pol Pot? He claims to have murdered 63 people, was convicted of the murder of 48. They murdered millions. By order. He with his personal touch.
What has failed these monsters?
Labels: Heros and Villains, Human Fallibility
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