Introduction

Scott

Who is Scott Peterson? Scott Peterson is a fertilizer salesman from Modesto, CA, who is charged with murdering his then-pregnant wife, Laci, and her fetus. Lawmakers created legislation in response, probably for future use to ban abortion, which makes the death of a fetus a second murder charge in such cases. Allegedly, Scott murdered his wife on Christmas Eve, and was fishing a few miles from where the torso and lower body washed up nearly a year later.

There is no concrete evidence that Scott Peterson murdered Laci. A mountain of circumstantial evidence including Scott's apparent willingness to flee has convicted him in the minds of most people. This case decides whether Scott Peterson will face execution on the weight of circumstantial evidence alone.

That's what brought Scott Peterson into the news. Why he's important is a different story. Every one of us has a Scott Peterson inside that, when faced with a dismal future in a situation, is pragmatic enough to exterminate that one annoying person to which he is bonded, murder them, and then try to blow the whole thing off with "I was fishing."

In this passive society, it's a wake up call and hints to a solution. We can't offend because that might hurt our public image and thus our ability to find business or sexual partners. Public image is part of the prejudgment game that we all make, figuring "good" things will look good and bad bad, in that how-much-a-year-does-he-make world where scandal is death.

When humans were hunter gatherers, you had to avoid predators and bring home dead things. Now, if you offend, you don't eat. Cross a taboo line and suggest that someone else doesn't have unlimited rights, including the right to be inane or worship imaginary gods, and you'll end up on a blacklist working food service jobs.

So what happens when the girl you met in college - a fun girl - turns really boring after marriage, and gets fat and lazy, and starts to really irk the shit out of you? Silly was fun when you were boning her in the college library, but now she's just annoying. And worse, she's carrying your child. The manacles are on, because most people still think it is IMMORAL to abort children or not to have them in the first place.

You offend, you don't eat.

Every day you resent her more. You can't divorce her. Her parents and friends will freak out, and the gossip will start at your work and social group. You can't hide; your Social Security number is bonded to hers. You can't pretend it didn't happen. There's no way out.

Except fucking killing the bitch.

Imagine it's not some silly worthless tramp you married, but a lying business partner. You can engage in ten years of legal battle and be a pariah in your hometown and lose your shirt, or you can slit his throat. Take it to the courts, and the secret's out. One to the heart, one to the head. It's over quickly, and you're either caught and face trial, or like most murders, it goes unsolved.

Did you hear that? Most murders in the USA - the largest percentage by far - are never solved. No suspects even prosecuted. Just let fall into the files where dust can eat 'em.

Suddenly, murder is a very appealing option.

Of course, there's that Inner Priest whining. "But you took away a life, a life like your own, capable of caring and feeling and thinking and" -- shut it. There are six billion people on this planet, and if we wanted to not trash the place, that number would be under a half-billion. So there are 5.5 billion ecologically imperative murders just waiting to happen.

You also improve humanity. Do we need to breed more silly girls like Laci Peterson, or lying business partners? When the blood cools, you've taken something broken out of the gene pool and let something healthier take its place. Murder is not only appealing, but in the case of fools and whores, it might be the right thing to do.

This website is dedicated to all those among us who have taken the initiative to remove someone who is not worthy of survival. Especially if you used some lame, transparent, I-don't-give-a-fuck excuse like, "I was fishing."