Jeffrey Dahmer was a notorious American sex offender and serial killer who was also known as Milwaukee Cannibal. He nurtured animal enchantment since childhood and animal anatomy, particularly bones always allured him. These horrendous instincts developed in him from an early age which was a result of disturbed family background and excessive drugging and drinking. He is believed to be inflicted with necrophilia. Having being abandoned by his family he resorted to committing such heinous crimes. He exhibited homosexual instincts and committed murder, rape and dismemberment seventeen men and boys from 1978 to 1991. The majority of his victims were African-Americans. He packed and stored the remains of the dead in jars and refrigerator in his house. At the time of trial he was found legally sane, however, it is believed that he suffered borderline personality disorder. Here are some unsettling thoughts and views shared by the one who committed such nerve wrecking crimes. Go through the quotes and sayings by Jeffrey Dahmer that will give you a glimpse of his perplexed mind.
I don't even know if I have the capacity for normal emotions or not because I haven't cried for a long time. You just stifle them for so long that maybe you lose them, partially at least. I don't know.
I couldn't find any meaning for my life when I was out there, I'm sure as hell not going to find it in here. This is the grand finale of a life poorly spent and the end result is just overwhelmingly depressing... it's just a sick, pathetic, wretched, miserable life story, that's all it is. How it can help anyone, I've no idea.
It's a process, it doesn't happen overnight, when you depersonalize another person and view them as just an object. An object for pleasure and not a living breathing human being. It seems to make it easier to do things you shouldn't do.
It is now over. This has never been a case of trying to get free. I didn't ever want freedom. Frankly, I wanted death for myself. This was a case to tell the world that I did what I did, but not for reasons of hate. I hated no one. I knew I was sick or evil or both. Now I believe I was sick. The doctors have told me about my sickness, and now I have some peace. I know how much harm I have caused... Thank God there will be no more harm that I can do. I believe that only the Lord Jesus Christ can save me from my sins... I ask for no consideration.
I separated the joints, the arm joints, the leg joints, and had to do two boilings. I think I used four boxes of Soilex for each one, put in the upper portion of the body and boiled that for about two hours and then the lower portion for another two hours. The Soilex removes all the flesh, turns it into a jelly like-like substance and it just rinses off. Then I laid the clean bones in a light bleach solution, left them there for a day and spread them out on either newspaper or cloth and let them dry for about a week in the bedroom.
I was completely swept along with my own compulsion. I don't know how else to put it. It didn't satisfy me completely, so maybe I was thinking, 'Maybe another one will. Maybe this one will.' And the numbers started growing and growing and just got out of control, as you can see.
If a person doesn't think there is a God to be accountable to, then-then what's the point of trying to modify your behavior to keep it within acceptable ranges? That's how I thought anyway. I always believed the theory of evolution as truth, that we all just came from the slime. When we, when we died, you know, that was it, there is nothing
Here is a trustworthy saying that deserves full acceptance: Jesus Christ came into the world to save sinners... But for that very reason, I was shown mercy so that in me... Jesus Christ might display His unlimited patience as an example for those who would believe in him and receive eternal life. Now to the king eternal, immortal, invisible, the only God, be honor and glory forever and ever.
It's just like a big chunk of me has been ripped out and I'm not quite whole. I don't think I'm over dramatizing it, and I'm certainly deserving of it, but the way I feel now, it's just like you're talking to someone who is terminally ill and facing death. Death would be preferable to what I am facing. I just feel like imploding upon myself, you know? I just want to go somewhere and disappear.
I still have guilt. I will probably never get rid of that, but yes, I'm free of the compulsion and the driving need to do it I don't think I'm capable of creating anything. I think the only thing I'm capable of is destroying I'm sick and tired of being destructive. What worth is life if you can't be helpful to someone?