BEHEADING ON A GREYHOUND BUS

Singularity, yes. I have little doubt that the killer is deeply, deeply disturbed mentally. I don’t know what ‘2nd degree murder’ is... is that something like ‘manslaughter’, or, at any rate, ‘not premeditated’? I’m from Holland. In our country such a murderer would, in all probability, get locked up for life in a special security prison for disturbed criminals (we call that: ‘at the disposal of the State’ - may sound odd in your ears).
BTW I am reminded of another unique and cannibalistically type of crime, four years ago in Germany. A lunatic met another lunatic on the internet, and lunatic #1 offered his body as a meal to lunatic #2, who was willing to eat #1. Both met at #2’s house for a ‘special dinner’... and they agreed upon frying #1’s penis for starters. After the castration they got just as far as agreeing that the penis did not taste well. Then #1 passed out (he was anaesthesized with an enormous amount of whiskey and prescription sedatives); and soon he bled to death. Lunatic #2 cut #1 into pieces and deep-freezed him; and got to eat some tens of kilogrammes of his ‘guest’ eventually, before the police found it all out.
Now that I am typing this, it seems a truly and literally incredible story... but it is true! Eeeeekkk!!

I believe that it is illegal at any time with any permit (except law enforcement) to carry a weapon on an interstate bus. Am I correct?

I had to arm myself one time with a large can of Glade air freshener (I purchased at a convenience store at one stop) between Winston-Salem and Louisvuille.

At Wytheville, VA, two robed, head-wrapped individuals boarded. The remainder of the passengers (except me) on the full Greyhound did not look like anyone on U.S. Currency (Someone in politics used that description of himself recently).

The odor — stench — on the bus was very certainly emitting from the robed ones in the front, and floating to the rear with the air conditioning.

So, every three to five minutes, I would reach down and press the release button on the aerosol can which I had sitting on the floor in the isle. The passengers around me were all grateful, without saying anything directly to me.

When I fell asleep, and the Glade didn't get sprayed, other passengers began to cry out, “Hey, where's that ‘Glade Man’?” “Let's hear a little more of that psssss,pssssss!”

I was quite popular with that $4.00 can of air freshener. The bus driver never said anything, but in Nashville, he looked at me, smiled real big, wagged his head and laughed out loud.

I’m no fan of heinous crime stories. They are so rare, yet unforgettable, that they distort horribly one’s view of fellow humans. What interested me in this case was first what kind of person the murderer was — a one-off terrorist, like the Croatian in Tennessee a few years ago? The second thing, and far more important long term was the reaction of police. Like at Columbine it was dumb cowardice. That is the more bothersome thing to me than the murderer, all in all.

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