Showing posts with label Sociopath. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sociopath. Show all posts

Monday, November 19, 2012

Child Abuser and Sadist Clifford Carroll

Clifford Carroll Cell (620) 767-5053   Home  (785) 466-1405
1667 S 1400 Rd Council Grove, KS 66846-8770
https://www.facebook.com/clifford.carroll.1


Clifford Carroll is raising his children to trap and kill wildlife, never telling his kids that the animals that they barbarically trap, shoot, stomp, stab etc.  feel the same fear and pain that they do,  or that they love their lives like they do.

Hunting is a stubborn holdover from our country's racist past. While many still consider it an annual rite of passage for white children to stalk through rural communities with loaded guns, it is a crime for a minority child to possess a gun in his urban neighborhood. A gun remains a traditional right for many boys in white, rural America, a tradition that would get a Latino boy killed or imprisoned in our cities. That we allow, even encourage, one segment of our population to run amuck with guns, while imprisoning others, is blatantly racist. 

In a year when many cities are struggling with a disturbing reemergence of gun violence, America must rethink the continued glorification of guns and killing. The cruel reality of hunting blurs the message we deliver to our children about guns and violence in this country. We cannot simultaneously discourage gun violence and encourage hunting. Both cruelty and compassion are contagious, and it is our responsibility to plant the seeds of a compassionate culture for future generations. Children who learn to empathize with animals are much more likely to become empathetic adults. There is nothing good that comes from the murder of vulnerable creatures. Hunting teaches it is acceptable, even admirable, to kill a defenseless creature. Hunting is the opposite of caring. 

We should celebrate when our children plant their first tree or spend their first day volunteering at a homeless shelter -- not when they gun down their first defenseless animal.  [excerpt from the article Hunting -- It's bad for animals, it's bad for America by Kelly Overton]













The highly touted and farm-oriented 4-H program is a skillful brainwashing program for preparing farm youth to accept the slaughter of their “pet” project animals each summer for money. Each 4-H youth that raises a cow, sheep, goat or hog, competes for trophies. Then the animals are auctioned to local businesses that donate heavily to assure nice cash profits. Thus the children, through group and social pressure, are forced to surrender for slaughter the living creature they raised and loved for nearly a year.

After a few consecutive years of doing this, and building a nice nest egg of cash for college, these kids eventually learn to kill farm animals without conscience. The objective thus turns to money.


























Saturday, November 17, 2012

MARK CROOK, MONSTER, SADIST, MURDERER

"Sport-hunting is typically an annual game for cowards, losers, sexually inept idiots, and morally 
awkward outcasts."

Teaching his son the have no compassion or empathy and to become a serial killer himself

Mark Crook, DOB 4-11-1983

Home Phone: 540-358-4141

Address: 606 Hopkins St

Narrows, VA 24124-1012 Email: skinner712@yahoo.com






Serial Killers always keep souvenirs


The smug look of a serial killer



Serial Killer at work in his basement



One of his victims


Tools of the trade


Serial Killers often pose in pictures with their victims as they are so proud of the pain and anguish they have caused


It is the disconnect i think that bothers me the most that he feels nothing for this raccoon suffering in this steel jaw leg hold trap that is factually excruciatingly painful


Opossums are gentle loving creatures that love their lives and their babies, they are good for the environment.  I had an opossum that lived with me because she was too tame after an injury recovery to be released back to the wild, and i know how she was and for this idiot to be so callous makes me sick


This person is a monster in my book!


https://www.facebook.com/Coontrapper29
Mark Crook, DOB Birthday 4-11-1983
Home Phone: 540-358-4141
Address: 606 Hopkins St
Narrows, VA 24124-1012 Email: skinner712@yahoo.com
Please send him literature and information about why he should stop this sadistic sport and how he is training his kids to do be sadists also, after all how do you separate the killing of innocent lives because one speaks and one doesn't? Please be respectful if you contact


This Article was taken from issues.cc
Sport-hunting is typically an annual game for cowards, losers, sexually inept idiots, and morally awkward outcasts. There will be the argument of killing what you eat when less than 40% of sport-hunters murder defenseless animals for meat. Trust me, they ARE defenseless. They have hooves and horns, where you have guns and knives. Traditional sport-hunters are obviously at a superior weapon advantage which makes the entire game a sadistic excuse for blatant murder. It's the equivalent of going into someone's yard and shooting their chained up dog. The thrill? Chasing the animal through the forest and hunting them down to put a bullet or an arrow through their fleshy hide. 

It's known as a sport but it isn't, not at all. A sport involves opponents and a point to the game. Sport-hunting involves rummaging through shrubbery for a clear shot at an unsuspecting animal. There's no sport in killing something that is ultimately powerless against you. Sport-hunting is the direct way for unappreciated rednecks to feel accomplished over doing something that is considered macho. We do not live in the troglodyte era anymore, and overpopulation has absolutely nothing to do with it. If I were to go out and sport-hunt human beings, I could use the excuse of overpopulation and it would be completely true. I'd also be incarcerated, if caught, but that's another story. Whereas, sport-hunting animals is legal and subject to nothing more than a slap on the wrist if a cowardly dumb-ass kills something on the endangered list. 

If you're a sport-hunter, you're immediately a complete waste of life and you deserve to be mauled by those defenseless deer you so covet to kill. I genuinely pray that a bear rips you to shreds and there's no one around the woods to mourn your camouflaged, testicular impaired death; because mark my words, those who sport-hunt have no balls to speak of.  The people who go out to sports stores and buy every bit of camouflage and ammunition known to man, with the intention of sport-hunting; probably in a group with other Neanderthals. 

The sad thing is; people, especially men, will comment on how much fun it is to act like they've got no sense and shoot something in the forest. They'll make bogus statements about how their prey bled and how great they feel for snuffing out another innocent life. Sadist motherfuckers. They'll get their children involved in sport-hunting and teach them that it's okay to kill something for fun, leaving it to rot. Those kids will grow into the replicas of their fathers and the cycle continues. You're not a hero and you're not proving anything when you kill something that you deem inferior to yourself. You're just a wretched creature deserving of a bullet to the forehead. I know there will be several people who will make up some excuse as to why sport-hunting should stick around, but the fact remains that you're simply too heartless to know any better. 

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Would it matter if you knew they were treated like this? This is not isolated, this happens everyday



“One time I took my knife and sliced off the end of a hog’s nose, just like a piece of salami. The hog went crazy for a few seconds. Then it sat there looking kind of stupid. So I took a handful of salt and rubbed it on the wound. Now that hog really went nuts. It was my way of taking out frustration. Another time, there was a live hog in the pit. It hadn’t done anything wrong, wasn’t even running around. It was just alive. I took a three-foot chunk of pipe and I literally beat that hog to death. It was like I started hitting the hog and I couldn’t stop. And when I finally did stop, I’d expended all this energy and frustration, and I’m thinking what in God’s sweet name did I do.” -Slaughterhouse: The Shocking Story of Greed, Neglect, and Inhumane Treatment inside the U.S. Meat Industry